“Here, Father Anthony
,” he continued, addressing the old priest, “where is your godemiche? That’s the thing to draw all the [65] ]wantonness
out of her lustful body. It is well furnished with good stiff bristles?”
Father Anthony.—“It’s a new one, same as we always keep in stock to subdue the fleshly lusts of these lascivious female sinners, and never used before, but I must tie her up.”
The rope, which hung from a pulley in the ceiling, was tied tightly round my wrists, bringing both hands together; then he pulled it as hard as possible till I could barely touch the floor with my feet, and all my weight was upon my arms and the muscles of my back.
“That’s it, exactly,” chuckled Francisco. “Now, my dear Lucille, Lady Ellington I ought to say, you will really enjoy the insertion
of this jolly dildoe up your cunt, and it is full of a delightful injection, with which it
will spend in response to your emission of
pleasure.”
“Ah! No! No! Oh pray don’t treat me with such brutality,” I screamed, in horror, when I saw the huge red-headed thing, with [66] ]its shaft springing from a bed of bristles, fixed round the balls so as to prick the cunt at every insertion, besides its length and thickness seemed quite terrible to contemplate. “I am quite content to submit to your penance of scourging and whipping, but oh, oh, have mercy, and put that thing out of my sight.”