"Sade, Marquis De - The 120 Days Of Sodom 2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marquis de Sade)

He places himself on the couch, I climb astride him, while operating I
frig him, he supports my haunches with his hands and receives, piece by
piece, everything I deposit in his avid mouth. He is thrilled by it all,
nears his ecstasy, my wrist is hardly needed to bring forth the floods of
semen which salute my performance; I frig, conclude my shitting, our man
loses himself and his seed altogether, and I leave him delighted with me,
or at least so he has the kindness to say to Fournier, at the same time
requesting the services of another girl for the morrow.
The personage who came next employed more or less the same approach to
the problem, but simply kept the morsels in his mouth for a longer period.
He reduced them to a fluid, rinsed his mouth with them for a quarter of an
hour, and spat out little more than dingy water.
Yet another had, if that is possible, a still more bizarre
eccentricity; he liked to find four turds in the pot beneath a pierced
chair, but those four turds could not be mixed with so much as a single
drop of urine. He would be shut up alone in the room containing this
treasure, never did he allow a girl with him, and every precaution had to
be taken to insure his solitude, he could not bear the thought he might be
observed, and when at last he felt secure he went into action; but I am
absolutely unable to tell you what he did, for no one had ever seen him;
all that is known is that when he had left the room, the pot was discovered
perfectly empty and as tidy as can be. But what he did with his four turds
only the devil can tell you, if indeed he knows. He may perhaps have thrown
them away somewhere, but, then again, he could also have done something
else with them.
However, what would lead one to suspect he did not do that something
else with them is that he left the procuring of those four turds entirely
up to Fournier, and never made the least inquiry about their origin. One
day, in order to observe whether what we were about to say would alarm him
- for his alarm might have provided us with a clue about the fate of those
turds - we told him that the ones he had been served that day had come from
several persons suffering from syphilis. He laughed good-naturedly with us,
was not in the slightest disturbed, which reaction was not to be expected
from someone who had employed rather than cast away the turds. When we
sought, upon one or two occasions, to push our questions a little further,
he bade us be silent, and never were we to learn more of the matter.
That concludes what I have to tell you this evening, said Duclos;
tomorrow I propose to relate my new mode of life, or rather the new turn my
same mode of life took, when I met Monsieur d'Aucourt; and as for the
charming passion you so heavily favor, I hope to have the honor to
entertain you with examples of it for at least another two or three days.
Opinions were divided about the fate of the turds in the episode Duclos
had just recounted, and while arguing and reasoning about them, Messieurs
had a few produced for themselves; and the Duc, eager to make everyone
aware of the taste he was developing for Duclos, exhibited to the entire
assembly his libertine manner to amuse himself with her, and the dexterity,
aptitude, and promptness, accompanied by the most stirring language,
wherewith she knew so artfully how to satisfy him.
Supper and the orgies transpired without any unusual incident, nothing
of importance took place before the afternoon of the next day, and so we