Justine 淑女的眼泪 Chapter 31

"On your knees," the monk ¹ said to me, "I am going to whip your titties.", ,"My titties, oh my Father!", ,"Yes, those two lubricious masses which never excite me but I wish to use them thus," and upon saying this, he squeezed them, he compressed them violently., , ,"No matter, my dear, provided I am satisfied," and he applied ² five or six blows which, happily, I parried with my hands. Upon observing that, he binds ³ them behind my back; nothing remains ⁴ with which to implore ⁵ his mercy but my countenance ⁶ and my tears, for he has harshly ordered me to be silent. I strive to melt him... but in vain, he strikes out savagely ⁷ at my now unprotected bosom ⁸; terrible bruises ⁹ are immediately writ ¹⁰ out in black and blue; blood appears as his battering ¹¹ continues, my suffering wrings ¹² tears from me, they fall upon the vestiges ¹³ left by the monster's rage, and render them, says he, yet a thousand times more interesting... he kisses those marks, he devours ¹⁴ them and now and again returns to my mouth, to my eyes whose tears he licks up with lewd ¹⁵ delight. Armande takes her place, her hands are tied, she presents breasts of alabaster ¹⁶ and the most beautiful roundness; Clement ¹⁷ pretends to kiss them, but to bite them is what he wishes.... And then he lays on and that lovely flesh, so white, so plump, is soon nothing more in its butcher's eyes but lacerations and bleeding. stripes. "Wait one moment," says the berserk monk, "I want to flog simultaneously ¹⁸ the most beautiful of behinds and the softest of breasts." He leaves me on my knees and, bringing Armande toward me, makes her stand facing me with her legs spread, in such a way that my mouth touches her womb and my breasts are exposed between her thighs ¹⁹ and below her behind; by this means the monk has what he wants before him: Armande's buttocks and my titties in close proximity ²⁰: furiously he beats them both, but my companion, in order to spare me blows which are becoming far more dangerous for me than for her, has the goodness to lower herself and thus shield me by receiving upon her own person the lashes ²¹ that would inevitably ²² have wounded me. Clement detects the trick and separates us: "She'll gain nothing by that," he fumes ²³, "and if today I have the graciousness to spare that part of her, 'twill only be so as to molest ²⁴ some other at least as delicate." As I rose I saw that all those infamies ²⁵ had not been in vain: the debauchee was in the most brilliant state; and it made him only the more furious; he changes weapons opens a cabinet where several martinets are to be found and draws out one armed with iron tips. I fall to trembling. "There, Therese," says he showing me the martinet ²⁶, "you'll see how delicious it is to be whipped with this... you'll feel it, you'll feel it, my rascal ²⁷, but for the instant I prefer to use this other one..." It was composed of small knotted cords, twelve in all; at the end of each was a knot somewhat larger than the others, about the size of a plum pit. "Come there! Up! The cavalcade ²⁸!... the cavalcade!" says he to his niece; she, knowing what is meant, quickly gets down on all fours, her rump raised as high as possible, and tells me to imitate her; I do. Clement leaps upon my back, riding facing my rear; Armande, her own presented to him, finds herself directly ahead of Clement: the villain ²⁹ then discovering us both well within reach, furiously cuts at the charms we offer him; but, as this position obliges us to open as wide as possible that delicate part of ourselves which distinguishes our sex from men's, the barbarian ³⁰ aims stinging blows in this direction: the whip's long and supple ³¹ strands ³², penetrating ³³ into the interior with much more facility than could withes or ferules, leave deep traces of his rage; now he strikes one, now his blows fly at the other; as skilled a horseman as he is an intrepid ³⁴ flagellator, he several times changes his mount; we are exhausted ³⁵, and the pangs ³⁶ of pain are of such violence that it is almost impossible to bear them any longer. "Stand up," he tells us, catching ³⁷ up the martinet again, "yes, get up and stand in fear of me" his eyes glitter, foam ³⁸ flecks ³⁹ his lips like persons distracted, we run about the room, here, there, he follows after us, indiscriminately striking Armande, myself; the villain brings us to blood; at last he traps us both between the bed and the wall: the blows are redoubled: the unhappy Armande receives one upon the breast which staggers her, this last horror determines his ecstasy ⁴⁰, and while my back is flailed ⁴¹ by its cruel effects, my loins are flooded by the proofs of a delirium ⁴² whose results are so dangerous., ,"We are going to bed," Clement finally says to me; "that has perhaps been rather too much for you, Therese, and certainly not enough for me; one never tires of this mania ⁴³ notwithstanding the fact it is a very pale image of what one should really like to do; ah, dear girl! you have no idea to what lengths this depravity leads us, you cannot imagine the drunkenness into which it plunges ⁴⁴ us, the violent commotion ⁴⁵ in the electrical fluid which results from the irritation ⁴⁶ produced by the suffering of the object that serves our passions; how one is needled by its agonies! The desire to increase them... 'tis, I know, the reef upon which the fantasy is doomed ⁴⁷ to wreck ⁴⁸, but is this peril ⁴⁹ to be dreaded ⁵⁰ by him who cares not a damn for anything?"#p#分页标题#e#, ,Buddhist monk sat with folded palms.和尚合掌打坐。,She plans to take a course in applied linguistics.她打算学习应用语言学课程 。