Rape

by Marcus Van Heller

  He appeared to come to the end of his sermon and as we continued to stare for a moment at the shining, antiseptic surgery, I felt bound to add something to show my agreement, "I can understand your feeling about virgins," I said. "In spite of their points lost on lack of savoir faire, they add something to one's pleasure from the very knowledge that one is giving them a completely new and-in the main-pleasurable experience, forcing them to submit themselves to actions they hardly guessed at. But what most people don't realise is that this is a purely selfish attitude aimed at one's own greater pleasure and, more important, that this extra pleasure dies when the woman is, inevitably, no longer a virgin-or the man for that matter. Then it makes no difference."

  "I can see you have found yourself a home," de Chauvreland smiled. "However, for the sake of the first time, we can try to bring you a virgin during your stay."

  "I'm not complaining," I grinned.

  We wandered back to the main hall after our tour to find a small number of members chatting. They were staying the night, I was told. Among them was my dancer-if I may be forgiven for using the possessive term for the sake of clarity.

  We drank, I was introduced to some more members, some of whom I noted for future enjoyment, and then couples began to drift away to the alcoves, or to other rooms if their tastes were more committed to the western idea of comfortable surroundings.

  De Chauvreland himself started to leave with another Frenchman and an English girl, bidding us goodnight.

  "Everything has been arranged for you," he said to me.

  As the three of them, the couple preceding their host, disappeared from the hall, the dancer whispered to me.

  "They have agreed to let him watch them."

  "Probably," she replied. "Although most of the rooms have peepholes, anyway. There's not much point in demanding privacy."

  We drained our glasses and she put her hand on my hip.

  "Shall we go now?"

  I put my arm around her slim shoulders, a nervous excitement mounting inside me, and we left the room to its few late occupiers.

  We went up heavily carpeted stairs to a floor above, along a long corridor with rooms-which I had seen during the afternoon tour-opening off on either side. At the end of the corridor we entered a large room, warm and cushioned in the eastern style with walls completely made of huge mirrors. Small ante-rooms opened off the main at each side, their doors being cleverly hinged mirrors.

  "Sit and wait a moment," the dancer smiled. "I must dress."

  She walked through one of the mirror doors while I made myself comfortable on the cushions to one side of the room.

  Within a few seconds the eastern music of the afternoon was filling the room, wailing out from one of the ante-rooms. Its opening notes were followed by a sudden switching out of the light in the room which quite startled me. But immediately a fresh mist of red light flooded the mirrored chamber, flung from fluorescent tubes which I had failed to see at the junction of walls and ceiling. The light was bright, drawing clear blood-tinged reflections so that the room looked multiplied over again and I was no longer sure just how large it was.

  As the weird orchestration filled out, the mirror door swung quietly open and like a slim oriental fairy, she was in the room, gliding, coppery in the red glow, reflected in flashing, bloodened images five times over. The door was closed quietly behind her.

  I leaned forward, stomach tightening as she swayed sinuously before me, dressed in the same costume that she'd worn during the public performance of the afternoon. She danced close in front of me, face unemotional in the classic aristocracy of the sphinx, seeming to reach tall and high over my seated body. Her arms moved with the grace of blown reeds and the menacing power of cobras. Her whole body was a cobra, with the face of a sphinx, swaying, glittering red and silver and copper. She was five cobras. There again behind herself, a slim satellite, again on either side, sinuous bodyguards and there again strangely inverted in the mirrored ceiling an unearthly spirit.

  She twirled away from me, gliding swiftly round the walls, plunging into the centre again and tremoring two feet from my face. Then, as before, she reached down to her hips in a movement which was part of the dance and her silver trappings glittered and tinkled to the floor. Her hands smoothed the thin reddened chiffon over the sinews of her copper hips and then rose, pressing her body in offering, to the tinsel of her breasts. Another quiet tinkle like an unexpected triangle in the orchestra and she was dancing in gossamer-clung nudity.

  The large breasts, with their large blotches of darker brown nipples, swung full and firm under the slim glove of chiffon, her hips, with only the lightest down of hair rounded sinuously into the long, graceful muscles of her thighs, muscles which like her calves tensed and relaxed, grew marked and merged into the smooth firmness of her flesh again as she moved and pirouetted on her toes.

  As she danced, I had a view of her shimmering back as well in the mirror behind her, could see the whole of her supple body with its desire-flushing tensions.

  In front of me she rotated her hips, gliding them in a circular motion leaning like a falling sapling, righting herself again, falling to the other side. Slowly she turned so that in profile I watched the superb outline of her breasts quivering and jogging quietly in a fleshy voluptuousness, her buttocks tightening, hollowing and relaxing rounding again. She turned her back towards me, swishing her hips from side to side in a contrasting angular motion, arms floating from her sides. Her back was slim and strong, her buttocks strong too, oval and brown and tensing like tautened tissue, relaxing to firm roundness brushing against each other as she strained them inwards. Her long, swaying thighs tapered into slim knees and below her knees her brown legs rounded out again to supple calves before dwindling again to slim, strong ankles under the thin veil.

  My eyes were staring taking in every inch of her body which seemed to be flickering like a golden flame, a liquid movement. My face was burning, body hot all over. At my loins I was hottest of all, with a prickling, confining sensation.

  I began to unlace my shoes, pull off my socks and my outer clothing, eyes still on the woman. She wafted away from me and then flowed back again, dark eyes gleaming in the glow. For a moment her eyes lowered and then the sphinx expression lifted, a slight smile flitted across her small and beautiful features. A smile of welcome and anticipation.

  Dancing still, she stepped out of her moccasins, unclipped the white blouse and trousers and let them float to the floor behind her.

  I stripped off my underclothes, body trembling with excitement, feeling the thrill of freedom coursing through my fibres. And then I sat nude, watching her a little longer, my penis thrusting out like the arm of a tripod into the misty red atmosphere.

  The girl quivered closer, body shaking, starting from her shoulders, growing like an expanding ripple until it had embraced her breasts, her abdomen, her thighsher whole slim, lovely body trembling in a fragile shimmer. Her slim lips were parted, her eyes filled now with a deep unsmiling look of desire as she reached the climax of her dance. Swaying a few inches from my eyes she snaked back from her hips, bending back so that her head swept the floor behind her. Her body elongated as in a distorting mirror. From the ceiling her navel poised over her in a long reflection; behind her, her head peered at her in a crazy inverted curiosity; on either side were replicas of herself, prostrated offered sinuously in abandon.

  My eyes travelled up her calves, her thrust out thighs lingering on the smooth, copper insides of them, travelling up to the light hair and the folds of flesh between her legs. My eyes glued there, fascinated, while the lips seemed to open slightly in a moist desire. I crawled to her as her hips began to rotate in that position, I thrust my face at the cleft between her opened, slightly swaying thighs and buried my tongue into it. With an explosion of breath she swayed her pelvis from me without changing her position, and then she swung it back again, crushing it onto my mouth, rotating it against my lips.

  K
issing her still, I sank onto my back under her, pulling her down on me. The music continued its plaintive suggestiveness as she slipped down on my body, sitting upright on me, raised herself over my thick, vertical penis and then plunged onto it with a great sigh.

  I felt her tight around me and strained my buttocks in together, forcing up, concentrating the sensation there at my genitals as she rose and sank on my rod. Her hands caressed my chest, my sides, my belly and then reached behind her round bottom and stroked my testicles.

  Wriggling and thrusting in a pool of sensation, I raised my hands and caught the orbs of her breasts, mashing them with my fingers, pressing my hands down the slim muscular sides of her torso, stroking her thighs as they pressed on either side of me so that her slant eyes spread slightly in pleasure.

  Holding her breasts as I might a trumpet, I brought the protruding points down to my lips and kissed them, biting into them in a sudden fierce ecstasy. She squealed and struggled her upper body away from me, perching astride me still. Flitting a smile between the little delicate gasps which joined the breath from her flared nostrils, she swung round on my penis so that her back was towards my face and continued, her plunging onto my organ in that position. Thus I had a perfect view of her oval, straining buttocks as they rose and fell. They rose, tightly pressed in embrace and fell, spreading as her organ enclosed mine. And as they spread I had a delicious view of her tight little anus, dark and corrugated in the brown flesh, surrounded by a light down.

  As she sank her intimate area down on my abdomen, I traced her buttocks with my hands, holding them, feeling them, reveling in the sensation at my loins and the sensation, pliable and smooth, at my fingers. Opening them as she descended I pushed my index finger at the little back cleft and she wriggled her bottom in delight. As we continued, my penis heavy and clamped inside her belly, I gently insinuated my finger into her bottom, feeling the tight rim give way and then enclose my finger tightly as if to prevent it escaping. I thrust gently with my finger and she began to choke slightly in her throat.

  She twisted round again, dragging my finger from her rump in the process and her almond eyes were doting over me in a deep, helpless desire.

  "Oh, smother me," she breathed. "Come on top of me I want to be crushed under you."

  In mounting excitement which gave a rapidity to my movements I sat up, pushing her over, revolving on to her as she drew her legs up and out and her hips cushioned mine as I crushed onto her.

  As my penis dug deep into her wet channel, I kissed her, kissed her long Mongolian eyes, nose, lips and she dug her nails into my neck and slipped her tongue into my mouth, swaying it there long and slim like a dancer, an imitation of herself.

  The noises in her throat whispered and choked in desire and she swung her legs up around my waist, feet pointing to, reaching for the ceiling and then sweeping with a dancer's incredible suppleness beyond the vertical back so that they touched my head and I was lifted on her hips, balancing on them as I sank farther into her body than I would have believed possible. Her head swayed in ecstasy and I caught the reflection of its movement in the mirror. I became suddenly aware of our duplicate and our reduplicate ... five of us twined and plunging about the room, hot and red in the misty light, panting, mouths working.

  Glancing to one side, I could see the reflection of us, her doubled over, me thrusting rigidly into the intimate splayed junction of her legs, withdrawing slightly, my rigidity glowing in the reflection and plunging again out of sight.

  Groaning, her oriental inscrutability lost, replaced by the agonised pain of ecstasy, she brought her feet down from my head and spread them to either side at right angles to me-practically a 'splits.' Stabbing into her with my prickling, enlarging branch of flesh, I twisted my hips, rotating them, while she rolled her body from side to side in the exhilaration of having her body thickly filled, her vagina laid, her passage plundered.

  As I felt my penis growing, its particles seeming to move and jostle against each other, heating and tingling like a furious changing of electrons and protons, I whispered to her that the climax was nearing.

  "Yes, yes," she breathed. "For me too."

  I reached under her holding her buttocks, squeezing them in a grip which seemed to add to her growing abandon, pulling them apart in a furious, overwhelming ecstasy of sensuality which contained some cruelty. I held her loins pulling her at my penis as if her hips were the stem of a rubber stamp, her right-angled legs, the stamp itself, entering into her directly and deeply.

  She clasped my shoulders, gasping, and tightened her grip on them with a long unrelaxing squeeze. I cannoned my organ into her depths, felt it tingling like an electric drill, faster and faster.

  Her grip was hurting my shoulders and her eyes were blind, unseeing in their passion.

  "Yes, yes, yes!" the words blurted out quickly and breathlessly. She had difficulty in pronouncing them at all and they drained away into a long, screaming gasp which continued as tensed my buttocks and ground with slow concentrated pushes into her suddenly soaking channel. As I touched new depths from the last moment opening of her cavity, my whole penis seemed to become the throbbing electric drill, pulsing, burning itself even and then, as if I were urinating with difficulty, the liquid gathered in the flesh, agonisingly held for a moment and then burst through, seeming to open me with wide wounds as it spat into her and into her again.

  We subsided, working down gently and her almond eyes were loving and grateful, her hands smoothing and tender on my back. I moved off her and her slim hand reached down and fondled my deflated penis for a while, her eyes smiling at me. She nestled in, close to me and there was something about her oriental distance even in the most giving and intimate acts that I still found in her an excitement as if she were yet to be plumbed.

  We must have slept for some time, cozy and warm in the wealth of rugs and cushions.

  When I awoke some time later, the music had stopped, but the light was still red and passionate. The girl had rolled over from me and her back presented to me as she lay on her side. I studied it in admiration. There was no superfluous flesh-that superfluous flesh which I found the first thing to suffocate me in a woman. Her body was supple as a willow, buttocks smooth and glowing coppery in the light.

  I stroked her buttocks gently, tracing, the sinuous hollows and my sexual power began to move at my loins-a sensation first and then a solidifying, a slight lifting, thickening, elongation and then my penis was rising to full, rugged power.

  I moved softly closer to her, lying along her back, feeling her warm, living flesh radiating along the length of mine.

  She stirred and awakened and feeling me there, reached behind her, running her hand over my hip, stretching to reach my buttock and pull me close to her. I kissed the smooth brown skin of her high cheeks and her slant eyes smiled at me as she twisted her face back to kiss me fully.

  My penis was hard and straining at her bottom and I inserted it between the smooth, bulbous orbs, rubbing it in the crease of her buttocks. She wriggled her behind back against me and I prodded against her anus, having difficulty in finding it and then in entering.

  Yielding willingly to my desire, she drew her thighs up in front of her slightly, stretching her buttocks, protruding the intimate junction of them, helping to guide me. Her hand crept round and caught my rod, massaging it for a moment, pinching the knob and then directing it at her posterior opening. For a minute or so, I jogged gently against the tight resistance. If she had been used in this way before, it could have been but rarely-insufficient to loosen her.

  Her face twisted round to me.

  "I don't want to hurt you," I breathed.

  "Oh, no. Go on, please go on. I want you to fill me there."

  So saying, she turned her face sideways again and arched her whole body at me, so that her thighs were drawn up in front of her and her upper body from her hips was also inclined forward, protruding her buttocks to me even more, stretching them. She helped by p
ushing her bottom back at my organ and gradually I felt the elastic give of the rim. The flesh yielded, but for a moment I did not enter and then the flesh snapped back and oozed over my organ, and I could feel the sudden painful clasping of her tight ring. She groaned but bravely pushed her bottom back at me again and I sank another slow inch into her back passage. The channel became a little easier, but was tight enough around my flesh to fill me with an unendurable thrill at the tip of my rod. Unable to be gentle any longer, I grasped her with one arm under her and round her breasts, the other over her, tightly holding her hips. Without more ado I plunged the remainder of penis into her behind. As it surged into her like an undamned river she cried out and tried to struggle away, crying that I'd hurt her. But with the bursting heat at my penis I ignored her cries and plunged into her again and again, scraping tightly into the depths of her tight, soft channel.