The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the fire crackling in the hearth, and the faint clinking of glasses as Madame Martaine stood before the gathered Messieurs, a wicked gleam in her eye. She was a woman of confidence and strength, her voice carrying through the room as she recounted the scandalous doings at the Chateau during the month of January.
"Let me tell you of a man who loves nothing but to have himself embuggered, a simple passion, I assure you, one wherewith her auditors are far too well acquainted," she said, a playful insult in her tone. "Always in search of the thickest prick, he is never satisfied."
The room erupted in laughter, the Messieurs well aware of the man she spoke of. Madame Martaine continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she spoke of another man, one who wished to depucelate none but little girls between the ages of three and seven, in the bum.
"This is the man who had my pucelage in this manner, causing me to fall ill," she revealed. "Despite my mother's pleas for aid and money, his heart was of flint."
The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation clear. This man, Madame Martaine added, was the same one of whom Duclos spoke on the 29th of November, and the same who appears in Champville's story of the 2nd of December. He had a prick of colossal proportions and was enormously rich. He depucelated two little girls every day, one in the cunt and one in the bum.
"My mother, in her desperation, sells the pucelage of my older brother to a man who sodomizes boys only, and who would have them exactly seven years old," Madame Martaine continued.
She was now thirteen, her brother fifteen, and they went to the home of a man who constrained the brother to fuck his sister, and who alternately fucked now the boy's ass, now the girl's, while they were in each other's clutches. Madame Martaine proudly described her ass, and at the request of the Messieurs, she exhibited it from the platform.
"The man I have just spoken of is the same person who figured in Duclos' story of the 21st of November, the Comte, and who will appear in Desgranges' of the 24th of February," she said. "He has himself fucked while embuggering the brother and sister."
That same evening, the Duc depucelated the bum of Hébé, who was merely twelve. The operation succeeded only at the price of infinite trouble, and she was held by the four duennas and administered by Duclos and Champville. And as there was to be a festival on the morrow, in order that things run smoothly then, Hébé's ass was also, on the evening of the 1st of January, surrendered to the society, and all four friends took full advantage of it. She was carried away unconscious; having been buggered seven times.
Madame Martaine concluded the chapter by saying, "I must not say that I have a uterine deformity; that would be false."
The room erupted in applause, the Messieurs expressing their appreciation for Madame Martaine's story and requesting her to continue with the next day's events. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she promised to continue the tale. The night was still young, and there were many more scandalous doings to be had at the Chateau.
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