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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EroticI remember drifting off to sleep, thinking about school and girls. I’m really glad that school’s finally started. On orientation day, as soon as my schedule was printed, I hurried down to Drivers-ED to sign up. I had an hour and a half free period right after lunch each day and I wanted to get in the class before that period was booked. I walked in the room that was marked Drivers-Ed over the door, but there was no one here yet, so I walked over to the long row of windows that was alongside...
It was a straightforward operation, and nearly well executed, which made the death at the end of it come as a complete shock. It started out simple, it became complicated, as all things seem to do. * * * Alan and Karick rendezvoused with the waiting surveillance teams shortly before noon. The car bringing Jack and Anne-Marie was about an hour behind, but that didn’t matter too much, as this was certainly not a daylight mission. The Abbot and Michiko were practicing their moves in a small...
Paul and Jane were both social and welcomed me to my new life in the country. Paul was a pretty quiet guy and loved to spend time in his garden which was quite spectacular with so many different colours and sizes of blooms. It was Jane however, who chatted to me the most and she was usually around when I got home from work in the evening. She liked to ask about my work and how different I was finding living here from what she called the ‘hotbed’ of London. “Now come on Tom,” she would urge,...
I was always a shy kid. So having girlfriends was out of question. I was so shy that when I heard my classmates joke about hand practice I would fucking blush. Without knowing what it meant. One day a friend said just grab hold of your dick and rub it from top to bottom. It will harden. After some time you will feel funny. And something will come out. Fuck that was never so. I nearly hurt my dick by rubbing it for an hour. And God only knows if anything came out. Such was the level of my sexual...
IncestBill and Nancy lived in a suburb of Los Angeles California and had been married for 20 years. They met in high school, fell in love immediately, and had maintained a faithful relationship throughout. Both had long-standing professional careers which allowed them no time for a family vacation. They had been saving for many years, fearing that their son would become a man before having had the opportunity to take one together. So in preparation for Paul’s 17th birthday, Bill and Nancy planned...
Even before I knew what my girlfriend's schedule was going to be for the upcoming weekend, I had decided that I was going to spend at least part of the weekend with Barbie. Things with us had progressed at such a lightning pace, it was almost overwhelming. But, not so overwhelming that I wanted to stay away from her for any length of time. Truth be told, no amount of time I was spending with Barbie was even close to being enough. So, needless to say, when I had confirmation that my girlfriend...
Erotic“Cece and Peter, please?” “I See the Light” from TANGLED.” Jason began on the guitar... CECE All those days watching from the windows All those years outside looking in All that time never even knowing Just how blind I have been Now I’m here blinking in the starlight Now I am here suddenly I see Standing here it’s all so clear I am where I am meant to be And at last I see the light And it’s like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it’s like the sky is new And it’s...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learning to play? Of course, a professional is intently concentrated on her playing, but with a piece that she knows well, I’ll bet that her...
"George?" Mary called as she entered the nurse's cabin. "Hello? Is anyone here?" "In here," came a voice from the small office. "I'm just taking care of updates on some camper records, I'll be with you in just a minute." "No rush," Mary said as she closed the cabin door behind her and headed toward the door she'd heard George's voice coming from. "As long as we have plenty of time for a good hard fuck when you're done." Mary grinned at the startled look George shot her...
It was, dear reader, a most trying time in the life of this lady. The least of our worries was that it was raining. While the droplets rolled off of Oluth, and Valsivale somehow kept dry with an invisible barrier, Saela and I were becoming soaked to the core. My decorative parasol was no match for the weather, and in time the dye of my dress was fading, revealing the frigid, supple skin beneath, my nipples pointing the way for us as my teeth chattered. Saela's inferior little bust was also...
SupernaturalKerrie tugged at the bottom of her tiny white half-top, trying to keep it from riding up any higher than it had to. It was no use. Mark insisted she buy it two sizes too small and she was lucky it covered as much of her as it did. Mark opened the front door of the bar. The loud music and cigarette smoke hit her like a fist. "Come on, honey. We're right on time." Kerrie took a deep breath and walked in just ahead of him. She wrapped her arm around his, trying to make herself...
I am very naughty I admit, and have a huge navel fetish. So before starting. My boobs are very soft and big, 36C. My ass is 34 and so sexy that everyone would love to rub his penis in my ass in bus or train.So today what I am sharing is my recent experience. See first of all. I am a bad girl. I am slutty, kind of. I wear anything in any way and never care what people think. Even I don’t care about my boyfriend which I keep changing very frequently.So this I just did take revenge from my last...
God Fun by K.M. 4-7-2007 "God for a Day" series created by Morpheus Note: For those unfamiliar with the series, a power of near-omnipotence is given to a person for one whole day, and the person is then expected to pass the power on to a new person as their time wielding the power nears its end. Chapter 1: School The power drifted unseen to the world, randomly searching for the next individual to wield it. It had no mind to speak of, and how it would finally choose, no...
My wife and I work about the same hours, but at different places. She is a teller at bank, while I work in the IT department of an insurance company. One day I got off work a couple hours earlier than usual. We have a babysitter that comes to our house every morning to watch the kids for the day. Most of the time it is the same one, but today it was a new girl that I had never seen before. With this being a college town, you can usually find a student that doesn’t have classes on some days....
I like to think I’m a decent man. I don’t leer at women, not even when I’m absolutely sure they’re not watching. I don’t turn around to check out ‘cabooses’, I don’t call women ‘darling’ unless I know them very well indeed and by and large you can trust me with your daughter. Unless she’s REALLY insistent and/or has grown legs and breast that make Marilyn Monroe look like a coat hanger. But even then I try really, really hard to ignore that. But being in a country where women were nothing...