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Subject: Claudette's Story 5/6

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Claudette's Story

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Her introduction to the Salon became worse than she had anticipated. When sheentered, the long, quiet room was bathed in golden sunshine and lit by flames from logsburning in the grate. Light streamed in through the tall, lead-paned windows and struck thefloor at an oblique angle, making the dark mahogany parquet appear on fire. At the far endof the Salon, a man was beckoning her. She made her way towards him, beneath the stainedglass windows, her heels clicking on the wooden floor and betraying her presence. Turningher head slightly, almost unnoticeably, Claudette saw out over the grounds of the estate. Itwas autumn. Beyond a cultivated park, where deciduous trees were losing their leaves, pineforest stretched to the horizon. There was no clue to her whereabouts. Within the confinesof the room, though, over the fireplace, where a Bosch triglyph depicted in one of its framesthe excesses of the Underworld, Claudette might have recognized her Chateau D-.
It was early evening and the Salon was occupied by only three groups of guests: oneby the fireside, illuminated only by the burning logs; another near one of the gothic windowswhere the light of day still reigned; and the third, in dim shadow, where Claudette washeaded.
A girl - she was only a girl and several years younger than Claudette - stood with herback to the fire, her arms outstretched and fastened to the stone mantlepiece. She worenothing other than cotton shorts (the material was pink and Claudette thought the colorseemed oddly more virginal than the pristine white of her own wrap), and these had beenopened - or left open - at the front to expose her navel and reveal the convex, girlish curveof her belly. Her figure had not yet matured. Slim hips, scarcely wider than the petite bodythey gave support to, barely narrowed into long, white and delicate legs whose only sensuousvirtue was promise. An elderly man, standing, facing the girl, held a hand raised to one ofher breasts. Claudette could not see what the man was doing, but the girl sobbed audiblyand fitfully. Close by, a younger man sat in an armchair with his fiancee upon his lap. Both were absorbed in the young girl's trial.
Claudette had to pass close to the second group. Here, three old women with creasedfaces, and dressed seemingly in mourning clothes, stood in a hunch-backed huddle - like theweird sisters of Shakespeare's Tragedy of Macbeth. Beneath their gazes, a naked woman ofClaudette's age lay on her back upon a chaise-longue, her legs straddled, holding herselfopen with trembling fingers. Where her pristine skin had been touched by sunlight, the toneinveighed the need for hose, or indeed a garment of any kind: her golden thighs beckoned,the slim touches of white skin, where the Sun had not kissed her, drew focus. One of thewomen prodded her with what appeared to be a bodkin. The other two crones watched andcackled each time the pin elicited a cry of anguish. Slanting sunshine spilled onto the youngwoman, causing the sun-kissed skin to glow gold, setting it off from the black widow's-weeds and creating a macabre scene.
The man who had beckoned Claudette was not a guest, but an usher. He directed theyoung woman to a sofa where a middle-aged man and his wife were sitting. Then he meltedinto the evening's gathering shadows. Claudette was invited to sit between the couple. Thesofa was plushly cushioned and she sank into it. The back was low and the womansuggested that Claudette rest against it and place her arms upon its top. The middle-agedman slipped his hands between Claudette's knees and, smiling, drew them apart.
Claudette wore a pleated wrap, fastened at the side of her waist and barely concealingthe tops of her stockings. A buttonless bolero, open at the front, offered effortless access toher breasts. The woman pulled one half of the bolero aside and fondled Claudette while herhusband investigated the region of bare thigh left uncovered by Claudette's hose.
Claudette wore no underwear, a fact the man soon discovered. He drew a gasp fromClaudette by indelicately pushing his fingers into her vagina. Then he ordered the youngwoman to begin copulating with his fingers, and Claudette acquiesced to his demand bymoving her hips quickly back and forth.
"Close your eyes. Rest your head back." It was the woman who spoke. Claudetteobeyed. A few moments later she felt lips close around her left nipple. At the same time,the man's finger came into contact with her clitoris. After a short time she began to pant asthe excitement rose within her. Without warning, the man withdrew his fingers, and thesuckling at her breast stopped. Claudette had been close to her orgasm and winced at thediscomfort she experienced at being left hanging. Then she felt the front of her wrap beingparted and she heard a strange sound. Suddenly something warm and smooth pressed againsther vagina. Instinctively she tried to close her legs.
Her thighs pressed against the dog's head. The creature took no notice and delveddeep into her vagina with his tongue.
"Keep your head on the sofa," the woman said sternly when Claudette moved, thenadded: "and open your legs - as they were before." Claudette groaned and complied. In abrief moment she had seen the usher standing before her, holding a leash in his hands. Shehad not gained a good view of the creature that was assaulting her, but realized that it mustbe a big animal. The woman ordered her to reach a climax. Claudette felt sickened.
Several minutes passed before she was able to will herself to become aroused by theanimal. She pressed her clitoris against the dog's snout, trying to keep her attention fromthe tongue, thick and disgusting, moving inside her. When the climax came, she thrust herpelvis in a brief frenzy and moaned unhappily. Perspiration glistened on her forehead. Shewent limp, but the dog continued to keep its head buried in her groin.
The animal was clearly excited by her female odor and by the fluid she excreted. Hestrained at the leash, and the usher had to use two hands to hold the beast back. The brutecaused the young woman to gasp as his tongue extended into the very depths of her vagina. His appetite became ravenous, and a long time passed before it was finally satiated.
Later, Claudette was taken to the fireplace. The long, stone mantle could accommodate two young women: one at either side of the cavernous hearth where thehardwood logs roared. The young girl in the pink shorts was still there, standing on the leftof the fire, still fastened by her outstretched wrists. Claudette, after being disowned of herbolero, was secured in a likewise manner at the vacant side of the hearth. The girl's quietsobbing continued and Claudette turned her head to discover the cause. She saw the cone-shaped coils of wire that had been wound onto the girl's breasts. The girl was only a fewyears into her puberty and still suffered the natural discomfort of her changing shape: thewire devices were intended to aggravate that condition as well as painfully extrude hernipples. The highly sensitive tips had turned an angry shade.
The strangely nostalgic redolence of burning wood mingled with the odor of otheremotions pervading the Salon. Beneath the tobacco and perfume more subliminal exhalationsexisted: anticipation - both for excitement and fear - hung pregnant in the air; the flavor ofarousal - welcome and unwelcome - grew and faded throughout the room; and there was, ofcourse, the ever-present essence of perspiration emanating from glistening, pain-weariedbodies.
The Salon was full. Three dozen guests were present. Some occupied the lavishchairs and sofas, watching the entertainment; others stood in small groups, talking, seemingly overtaken by a brief season of ennui; the rest participated in the concupiscence. There were women present as well as men; young and elderly as well as those in theirmiddle years. If any common thing united them, it was the shared nonchalance of what wasgoing on around them, that nonchalance that only the extremely wealthy manage to learnwell. And they were all so perfectly dressed in their rich evening-gowns and expensivesmoking-jackets.
If any one thing united the young women, it was their lack of dress. (Some mightargue though, demanding it to be their exquisite beauty.) None wore as much clothing ashad earlier covered Claudette: most were clad only in shoes, stockings and the ubiquitousvelvet choker that was their mark of rank at Chateau D-. For every three guests, one youngwoman was there to serve and entertain. They appeared incongruous among the lavish attireand the formal settings of the Salon. Each young woman not engaged in some entertainmentwore, between the delicately rouged tips of her breasts, a chain of fine gold bearing hersobriquet. The chain tacitly announced that its bearer was available. Once removed by aguest, however, it remained a symbolic link between the young woman and its acquirer. Then she was beholden only to the one who held her cognomen.
By mid-evening the majority of the guests had exhausted their own imaginations andwere impatient for the more ingenious, staged attractions arranged for them by their hosts. They eagerly awaited the introduction of Claudette. Apart from two adolescents, the guestsbegan to migrate to the vicinity of the fireplace. The two who remained - a boy barely in hispubescence and a girl, a couple of years older but not yet matured (her dress lay flat acrossher chest) - appeared to be engaged in some kind of sibling affair. They knelt on oppositesides of a low coffee-table. Between them, a young woman, who might have been as old astheir ages combined, lay on her back, her knees raised, her thighs parted. She held herbreasts in her hands, as if offering the luscious points. The boy fumbled with the woman'sgenitals, his eyes staring at what they and his fingers were encountering - possibly, for thefirst time. The young woman gasped as his fingers disappeared. The boy's sister, moreexperienced yet equally unsubtle, used her varnished fingernails and small, white, childliketeeth on the woman's nipples. They were absorbed in their ministrations and unaware ofwhat was happening at the fireside.
The firelight played upon Claudette's semi-naked body; shifting shadows followed thecurves of her side and back; her stockings shimmered. Her pelvis ached; a result of thenumerous orgasms she had been obliged to produce during the enforced encounter with thedog. Her nipples tingled, each one tipped with a shiny, metal cap whose tiny barbed pin waslodged inside the sensitive tissue. Unseen beneath the buttoned wrap, several filaments offine wire passed through her clitoris, and the tiny organ complained, making Claudettecontinually shift her stance in an effort to alleviate the annoying discomfort. The audience,who had gathered around to watch this supremely attractive young woman being prepared fora painful ordeal, were offered an appetizing view of her hips moving constantly in a seductive and tantalizing fashion.
A strip of thick, clear plastic stretched across the front of her breasts, barely touchingthe capped nipples. The plastic was supported by a sturdy contraption resting on the hearthbehind the spot where Claudette stood. An usher, who had arranged the mechanism,demonstrated how it operated.
Both for the edification of Claudette and the audience's enlightenment, he showedhow the plastic strip opened and closed a switch. He held a small light-bulb in his hand, andattached to it two leads emanating from the device on the hearth. The bulb glowed dimly. Then he ordered Claudette to press her breasts against the plastic strip. Claudette obeyed,but with some trepidation. By conforming to the usher's demand, she knew that the short,viciously-tipped needles already embedded within her nipples would be pushed even furtherinto the sensitive tissue. Carefully, she complied. To her relief, it took only the slightestpressure to move the plastic. The light went off. But it remained off for no more than afew seconds. When it came on again, the usher threw Claudette a questioning, disapprovinglook that was seen by everyone. Claudette realized what the man intended her to do. Sheheld her breath and pushed a little harder. The light went off again, but, through the clearplastic, the spectators could see the young woman's slightly distorted nipples. On Claudette's face, the effect of the needles was plainly visible. After a few moments the bulbglowed again.
The mechanics of the devilish contraption were being regulated so that it becameharder, and then harder still, to keep the switch open and prevent the current from flowingthrough the light-bulb. Moreover, it was becoming increasingly difficult for the usher toencourage Claudette into further impaling her breasts. But he was only illustrating how thedevice worked. He had another, more cunning and entertaining means of carrying out thetorture: it was the effort of moments to reset the device; to disconnect the leads from thelight-bulb - and reconnect them to the wire filaments concealed beneath Claudette's wrap.
It was not likely that Claudette could have told which pain was worse: the agony ofthe pins pressed hard into her flattened breasts; or the torment created by the current flowingbetween the wires and holding her upon the very brink of orgasm, but not permitting her thefinal release she needed so desperately. When the pain in her breasts reached the limit ofwhat she could endure, and still she could not relieve the torturing arousal the electricitycreated, Claudette succumbed to the final humiliation. In utter despair, and with a voicehoarse and deepened by the sexual moment, she growled an entreaty to be physicallystimulated by the usher. He complied, but not until Claudette was upon the very edge oflosing consciousness.This is the end of part five of Claudette's Story.

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