Sodomy Manor
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"Are you ready, Jack?" Annie asked, waving her Master Librarian card at him. After their last mission, she had found it in the bottom of her old jewelry box and now kept it in her wallet. She was dressed for a casual outing in jeans and a light blue t-shirt, but Jack wore his usual cargo pants and a collared shirt. He had grown used to the more professional look while in college, a common mode of dress among archeology students.
Jack examined his own thin Library card. It didn't look like plastic, and the magic spells made it shimmer slightly when he turned it up to the light. Jack, who had always been more practical than his sister, had come to accept magic as real, but only with reluctance and only when working for The Librarian. The New Age stuff his last girlfriend had been into had been simply silly. "Yes," he said at last.
Annie grinned back. "Last time, you got a beautiful woman."
"Are you hoping that's the theme of these missions?" he asked. "Beautiful women?"
"Maybe," she said. Pine needles crunched underfoot as they walked deeper into the forest, and then they came to the Treefort. Jack looked up. The cards had glowed true once more, for there was the Treefort, waiting for them. Annie eagerly climbed the rope ladder. Jack followed.
There on the floor of the treefort was a sheet of parchment, folded elegantly to form its own envelope, just like last time. Annie reached and opened it. She read it aloud.
Dear Jack and Annie,
This mission could be very easy, or it could be very hard. I will not deceive you. You have faced so much in the past that I believe you can face this as well.
I am sending you to France in the early nineteenth century, during the time of the Revolution. I am asking you to bring me back a complete book. You will find it in the hands of an incomplete man.
Good luck, and stay safe.
"Oh, man," Jack said. "The French Revolution? Is she nuts?"
"We survived the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1912, Jack."
Jack nodded. And potentially, they had changed history, too. He worried about that one. He wondered if any of the missions they had been on had actually wrecked a time-line, and if that was even possible. Jack had his own theory about the Treefort, about how the universe occupied a meta-time-line that allowed users to move through the perceived time at will because some supra-time-line ticked along relentlessly. The meta-time-line made sure that everything stayed in "place."
Annie handed Jack the book on which the parchment envelope had been waiting. "I'm ready, Jack. Are you?"
The book was titled, Preface of Decadence: One French Revolutionary's Contribution to Fin de' Siecle Art. He opened to it to the bookmark and found the picture. He read it aloud: "The Asylum At Chareton was well-regarded for its humanitarian treatment of its prisoners. It's most famous director, the Abbe' de Coulmier, instituted policies that protected the dignity of inmates."
"Wow," said Annie. "Is that who we're going to meet?"
"I don't think the Abbe is going to be an incomplete man, like the Librarian said. It's more likely we're supposed to find one of the inmates," Jack said. "Let's go." He pointed to the illustration and said, "I wish we could go there."
The wind began to blow. The treefort shook. Annie laughed with excitement, and Jack couldn't help but feel it himself. They had both seen so much and come through all of it unscathed. The world outside spun faster and faster, and the wind whirled past the window.
And then was still. Perfectly, reassuringly still.
Chapter 2: The other Marquis.Annie clapped her hands and peered out the window. "Look, Jack, an authentic French keep!" She pointed.
Jack joined her. She was right. Less than a half-mile away, up the hillside, was a large stone wall around a wooden manor house. The air was crisp and cool tending toward cold, but nothing they hadn't survived before. Jack sat down again and read, "The Marquis de Sade was an inmate at the Asylum until his death in 1814." Jack looked up. De Sade? Everyone knew who de Sade was!
"Annie!" he said. His sister turned. "Do you have any idea who we're here to meet? I think we're here to meet the Marquis de Sade."
"But I thought he died in the Revolution? I saw a movie about him."
"This book says that he's here."
Annie looked at the building, and she shivered. "What could we possibly be here for?" she asked.
"It says here that Sade wrote a book called the 120 Days of Sodom, which cataloged a long list of perversions visited upon teenagers by a quartet of rich libertines." Jack looked up. Annie's face had become pale. "The book was never completed, and the edition published a century after his death contains many gaps."
Annie took a deep breath. "A complete book from an incomplete man. I think you're right, Jack. I think that's where we're supposed to go." She pointed.
"Annie," Jack said, taking ahold of her wrist. "What if ... I mean, de Sade was a sick guy. He originally ended up in prison because he poisoned some women for fun."
"But that's not a prison, Jack. It's an insane asylum. He's there because he's sick in a different way."
Jack was not convinced. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Oh, man. I know we're going to regret this."
"Maybe," Annie said. "Maybe not." She started down the rope ladder. Jack sighed, knowing there was no way he could stop her from scrambling into the mission head-first once she was determined to go.
He had always thought of them as 'missions'. The Librarian had said, the first time they had met, that she had had no intention of using small children to accomplish her goals. She had said that Jack and Annie had 'forced' the decision upon her by stumbling upon her treefort and one of her magical books. Jack had never regretted his decision, alongside Annie, to press the Librarian for more.
He had always thought that someday he might change his mind. He wondered if today would be that day.
He followed Annie down the ladder. She waited for him at the bottom, and when he joined her she pointed towards the whitewashed stone building. "Let's go."
The walk was mostly uphill as the Asylum was built into an old keep with a commanding view of the surrounding valley. There did not seem to be a guard anywhere, and as they approached old men dressed in stained white sacks with a belt about the waist shied away from them. The building itself was enormous, with stone steps leading up to a huge two-paneled wooden door. Two workers dangled from ropes up to the right, applying another layer of white paint to walls already so thick with ancient layers that it was beginning to fail and pit in places. "Jack," Annie whispered. "Wow." "Yeah, wow," Jack said. He had been prepared for anything, but the age of the building took his breath away. He was a year away from declaring his major but he had been studying pre-archeology with a minor in history and he thought he would be prepared for anything. He had been ready for the asylum to be dingy and dirty, and he had been prepared for it to be shiny and new. What he hadn't been prepared for was the impression that the building was so old. Clean, maintained, working, but ancient. It had already stood here for centuries and by the time Jack got back to his own century it would still be in this spot, centuries older still.
A man came walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a black, open robe, under which he wore a tired but clean suit that looked surprisingly modern. His eyes examined them. "Are you here to visit a relative?" he asked. His accent was very thick.
"Are you the Abbe' de Coulmier?" Annie asked.
"That would be me, yes."
"We've come to talk to the Marquis."
"Which one? We have four," the Abbe said gently.
"Monsieur de Sade," Jack said.
"Ah." The Abbe looked concerned for a moment, especially at Annie. "Yes, well, the Marquis is currently directing one of his plays. Preparing it for an opening show tonight. You are aware of it?" Jack and Annie shook their heads. "Ah, you shall see. He is quite harmless, although perhaps you should see for yourself. You are ... pilgrims of the Marquis' art?"
"Critics," Annie said suddenly. "Of his literature."
"Oh, well, the Marquis does love to speak of it. Shall I ... show you to him?"
Annie said, "We would be delighted."
Chapter 3: The Divine Marquis.The Abbe' de Coulmier led Jack and Annie into a corridor lined with closed doors. Jack knew very little about ancient insane asylums, but what he did know led him expect shrieks and gibbers and mad howlings. None of that seemed to be happening at Chareton. The hallways were quiet, the few people they passed calm and shy. "How many patients are here?" Annie asked.
"We have about four hundred all told. Many of them, like the Marquis, are capable of conversation and even thought. The Marquis, you know, is something of an enigma. He seems fully sane, but his power is such that he cannot be let loose."
"Power?" Jack asked.
"The Marquis seems to have an enormous power about him, one which enables him to convince even the most raving lunatic to do as he asks. When conversing with ordinary and simple folk, he is utterly convincing even when discussing the most outrageous topic." He smiled grimly. "Some clergymen seem to be partially immune to his influence, and I am capable of fending him off entirely, as are some of my staff. But one must always be wary around the Marquis. You would not think that a man like him would be capable of talking a young girl into his bed, not at his age and state, but he has. Several times. He has one, Marie, who will not leave him, although she is but fifteen. I suspect he has been fucking her for at least two years."
Annie blushed. The Abbe's grim smile returned. "I suppose that is not the language one expects of a priest, but I am also the director of this asylum. I must adjust to the people whom I am assigned to oversee. The Marquis is a special case, and I must adopt special language to deal with him. There is no other word to describe what he does with Marie and poor Henri."
Jack looked at Annie. He spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness. Neither knew what to do. Jack knew he wanted to get the book and get out, but he would have to wait until they found where the book was hidden, or convinced the Marquis to give it to them.
The Abbe led them to a large room, a half-ring of stepped benches looking over a small stage. There stood to one side a small and grossly fat man, holding a short staff in his hand. He bellowed, "No, no, no. First, you must raise your hand thusly!" He lifted the staff aloft. "And then you must strike! Over and over! You must be vicious! You must remember that you are an assassin!"
A man's voice but very high pitched sobbed from behind a curtain. "I am trying! I am!"
The Abbe pointed to the fat man. "The Marquis de Sade."
He did not seem like much, Jack thought. His obesity and the poxy pallor of his expression made it clear that he was a man on the edge of his life, yet he seemed robust enough. His clothes were tailored to his body and expensive enough to have seemed noble. The Marquis looked up at the sound of the door's creaking hinge. "Ah, Abbe'! Have you come to judge the progress of our performance? I believe we shall easily be ready for the coming night."
"I believe you will, Marquis. You have never disappointed us in the past."
"And what gift have you brought me, my incorruptible Abbe?" There was an odd sneer to the way he said it, as if he did not believe in his own description and patiently waited for the Abbe to fall. Jack took an instant dislike to the Marquis de Sade.
"Students," the Abbe said. "They said they wish to talk to you."
"Students!" The Marquis roared with laughter. "Well, bring them down, bring them down! Let me have a look at them."
As Jack approached, his assessment of the Marquis shifted imperceptibly. He wasn't sure why, but as he got closer the Marquis' appearance became all the more unnerving, even disgusting. When they stood on the same front row as he, Jack could smell the man, just as he could smell everyone they had met in the unwashed past. Only Rome had been vaguely clean, and then only the people. The streets had been filthy. The Marquis was particularly pungent, and some of that smell arose from perfume clearly meant to cloak any other smells that might emanate from the man. "Ah, what beautiful souls!" the Marquis said.
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xmoviesforyouI was always a little large when it came to my hips and thighs. I was not fat, just sort of chubby. I have large breasts and I keep my pussy closely trimmed. I had married very young and had a son when I was just 17. Over the years I have grown to love sex and wanted it all the time. My husband works out of town a lots and when he does get home, we usually have sex about once or twice a week, which leaves me craving for more. I know he probably has a girlfriend along the way because he seems to...
Wife turn shy brother & sister for swapping . Hi this is jai again. Thanks all the reader for u r support and good response for my real stories “Turning Shy Wife for Swapping”. After some time Arvind gone to his place .But he left a sexy and shyness wife for me. Now it’s a new Reena for me she is not shying now on sex topics ,when ever she wants to do sex .She say me clearly we starts our sex life properly with all the kamasutra steps . life is going well for sex ,after few day later...
-Arab proverb. *** "There is, of course, the tale of the man who built a horse of ebony that flew through the air with its rider—" "We've heard that one already. What about the tale of the three Sufi Qalandars who were each the sons of kings and also each blind in one eye?" "That one was as old as a dried date when my father was a boy. If you want to hear a truly wondrous story, listen to me recount the tale of the rich man who bought a mermaid as his concubine only to...
My wife and I had flown over from the states to visit with her parents who lived there. I had been there once before, for a quick brief visit so I knew a little of the touristy area. On this trip however, I got to see a lot more of the wilder side of Amsterdam, which for me was an eye opening experience. Mieke, my wife was a fiery redhead. Great tits, the kind you could get lost in, and play with for hours. Something she didn't at all mind my doing either. Self assured, confident and...
I have never tried it but I think that I would be really good at sucking cock. Let me know what you think of my little story, people. I hope it makes the boys hard and the ladies wet and open. Club X is like no other bar I have ever known. It is nothing less than a monument to the nude male form, a self indulgent hedonistic extravaganza. From the outside, it looks like nothing at all but surface appearances can be deceptive. Tonight will be my third visit in as many weeks and each has proved...
You sit in the passenger seat wondering where you are going. He told you that you were going to an adult bookstore to show you off. You thought maybe he would show your tits to strangers. Maybe he would use you inside one of those dirty video booths. You really did not know what to expect. A mixture of nervousness, anticipation and fear kept the knot in your stomach ever noticeable. You want so bad to just start sucking him to take your mind off the unknown. Your Master takes an exit on...
by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 04 Arm in arm, daddy and I walked into the main hall with the steel balls clunking in my pussy. The ball was in a big room with a big dance floor surrounded by lots of big tables, all set out ready for a meal. A man greeted us then directed is to our assigned table. I couldn’t help noticing a few people staring...
Part two of Nate's fun ; ) Again all feedback is greatly appreciated !It had been three days since Nate's time with Jez. It was 12 in the afternoon and he looked out his window at Jez's garden. There she was idly busying herself in the garden, that gorgeous feminine frame hiding a delicious thick cock. His cock started to harden at the thought of her again, and he was desperate for another time with her. With his parents out for a while he thought maybe he could try a chance going over. He had...
So the other night about 20 minutes into my workout James came into the gym , he is on one side of the gym and I am on the other and we are texting each other, its been 4 days since I fucked him and he is begging for my cock. So we meet outside the gym and jump in my car and we head to James house but all his neighbors are outside so its to risky for me to go in .We decide to look for a secluded spot and after driving around for 20 minutes we find a spot in the middle of no where under trees....
One or two days after I got placed there, I was on the computer watching gay porn. Randy had gone on a play date with one of is friends. I had turned on son gay porn, and was jacking off. I was full dressed, with my cock sticking out of my sweat pants. Randy had came in all cool. When I saw the door, Open I exited out of the video and hid my cock. I looked and saw Randy. ‘Hay Randy back so soon.” I said calmly “Yea, my friend John bit his sister, so he couldn’t play today.” He said as he...
“I can’t believe you.You’re such whore. My mom and my dad? Really? I can’t believe you’d fuck them, they’re my parents. You’re meant to be my best friend.” I was reckless, I sneaked a kiss from Sara and Kelly walked in on us. She saw us kissing, she saw my hand up her mum’s skirt. She could see what was going on and was not happy. After all, I had lost my lesbian virginity to her. We were sitting on her bed in her bedroom. She looked close to tears. It’s not as if we were exclusive lovers, we...
LesbianTuesday, August 29th, 2006, Paris, France Blinding sunlight woke me as it streamed in through the wide-open curtains. They were made of white lace, and they lazily danced around like gossamer-thin butterfly wings as a breeze chose that instant to come sighing through. For a moment, I was disoriented and struggled to remember where I was. Then it all came back to me. We were in France. Across from the Eiffel Tower. And there was another ring hidden somewhere in the Louvre of all places. Then...
“Yes Daddy! Move those fingers! Move those fingers!” I spread my legs wider. Slamming my pussy towards my father’s hand. Grinding my pussy as his fingers go deeper. He is moving his fingers in a frenzy as I thrash on the dining table feeling immensely good being finger-fucked by my father. His three fingers are stretching my teenage pussy while creating such delicious feelings between my legs. He lowers his head and starts suckling my sensitive puckered nipples that I cannot help but moan...
IncestI couldn’t believe l had done any of those things, least of all what Patti and l had done. Thinking of the way she had spanked me gave me a glow of heat centred on my still stinging bottom. I knew l should be ashamed of myself, especially for what had happened in the shower, l could still taste her pee, but even that sent a thrill through my body. “What are you wearing?” Patti said. “This,” l replied, standing there in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. “No,” she said, “short skirt and...
Day 86: “King Kort?” John called. “Your, uh majesty?” Kort was wasting no time moving into the King’s House. A small army of slaves, male and female were taking furnishings out, and replacing them with items the new King wanted. The Raider himself was directing the process from just inside the massive double doors that marked the demi-palace entrance. John paused at the threshold, his Sight quickly locating his new ruler. “Jyon? How are you this morning? Have you come to post yourself as...
I guess that's why it's called an accident. During my career, I had occasionally been required to fill out accident reports for my employees. According to management, almost every accident has a root cause. It's always our first reaction to say that it was, "just an accident." An event happens that is so unexpected. A key piece of equipment might fail. A freak storm might come out of nowhere. Your attention might be diverted for a split second as the semi-truck, with an unconscious...