The Convent School; Or, Early Experiences of a Young Flagellant
was up the strong smelling cunt of that very same lady, and I was
careful not to wash, so that you might have the full benefit of the
delicious aroma of her spendings.”
Speechless with disgust, and helpless in every way, it was useless for
me to appeal for mercy or consideration from two such heartless
beings; the only thing I could do was to close my eyes to the awful
sight.
But only for a moment, a tremendous whack from Father Anthony, who had
taken up the scourge, made me shriek out again, “Ah! Ah! Oh! Will you
never finish me off, and kill me in mercy?” The only answer I had was
a quick repetition of the blow, whilst the repulsive Francisco’s
right hand, clutching my hair, pulled my head up, and drew it back so
painfully, that I gasped for breath. This was exactly what he wanted,
and, in a moment, his prick was forced into my mouth. The sensation
was so repulsive, horrible, and choking all at once, that I had not
the presence of mind to bite, or he would have repented the act ever
after. Old Anthony was cutting my back, bottom, thighs, and loins,
even the calves of my legs not escaping his frenzied scourging. Blood
was streaming over my flesh, and dripping to the floor in little
pools, and I felt I was really dying at last. Just then the excited
Francisco shot a deluge of hot sperm into my mouth and throat; I was
choked, and remember no more, except, that on recovering
consciousness, the supposed Confessor, Francisco, was dressed as a
gentleman, and I immediately recognised him as my husband, as, at the
same instant, he exclaimed, “Woman, my revenge is complete. You won’t
deceive me again. How I have revelled in degrading, humiliating, and
torturing my adulterous wife. You’ll never see me more. This has been
my way of divorcing myself from a faithless bitch.”
He was gone before I could find words to reply, but my sense of pain
was instantly drowned in a deep desire for vengeance for this outrage,
and its impulse so strengthened me, that I was soon well enough to
travel.
My lover, Lord Dunwich, received me with open arms, and declared he
would shoot or be shot by the Earl ere forty-eight hours had elapsed;
at once despatching a friend with his cartel to arrange a meeting for
the next morning in Hyde Park at the dawn of day.
We spent the night together at his hotel, although scarcely fourteen
days since I was so fearfully outraged, how we fucked all night, and
swam in sensual pleasures for hours, I would deny him nothing, was he
not my champion, who was going to risk his life in the morning to
avenge my fearful wrongs, and to make him still more earnest in his
desire for vengeance, I stripped naked, let him examine every part,
where the marks of the bruises and lacerations were still visible; my
cunt he sucked, kissed and fucked till I was beside myself with
excitement, and he was also ready for anything, then my poor bum-hole
attracted his attention, he kissed and put his tongue into it, till I
was eager to have him there, and begged he would put his prick in
gently at first for fear of hurting me too much; this was a heavenly
finish to our night of love; we swam in delight, never before or since
have I tasted voluptuous joy to equal that _enculade_.
Next morning dressed as a young gentleman with a false moustache, I
went as one of his seconds to the fatal place of meeting, and had the
satisfaction of seeing my wrongs avenged by a ball through the heart
of my hated husband. We then went abroad for a while, but my dear
lover lost his life by drowning in the Rhine, since which I have
consoled myself as you know by all sorts of erotic fancies,
especially flagellation, and now dear Rosa at the early age of
twenty-five I find myself fast fading away.
FINIS.
Transcriber’s Note
Perhaps as a corollary of the private printing, the typesetting of the
original book was of indifferent quality. Numerous typographical
errors have been corrected; period spelling has been retained.
Inconsistent hyphenation (bed-post/bed post, tight-fitting/tight
fitting) has been left as printed in the original.