                           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 Zlamir, 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 Zlamir'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. Gurin 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 Gurin, 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 Prsident. "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 Prsident 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 Gurin'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, Zlamir, 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 Prsident, 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 Prsident 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.
