The Pleasure Chateau: The Omnibus (19 page)

Donatien sensed that it was the wrong time to engage in a discussion pertaining to the herm
eneutics of life and death. He would invite XZ to the luxury of his private rooms in the castle’s subterranean interior the following day. The sexual buzz in the air suggested he go play as an aperitif to the liturgical rituals that would later accompany his taking Marciana to the master bedroom. He had arranged that the whole assembly would be lined up to view her perfect bottom as he escorted her to the permanently sealed doors of his castle sanctuary. But for now, he stood up, offered his sister his arm, and to the accompaniment of servants and slaves, was ushered to the theatre in which he had staged so many scandalous plays.

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Part IV

The Harem

‘Di
d I ever tell you,' said the midget, ensconced on a cushion by the central fire, 'the story of Lavonia and her chauffeur?'

Donatien suppressed his irritation at the wizened homunculus's intention of seeking centre stage in the theatre, and left him to address a company warming themselves with cognac and the first explorative caresses
that would lead to rampant sex.

The monkey, wearing a red jacket raindropped with rhinestones sat at the midget's feet lining and snorting cocaine. Instead, Donatien settled back into a burgundy coloured velvet armchair, and cradled a three centuries old crystal glass tinctured with a measure of
Benedictine. He listened to the midget wheeze out a salacious narrative, and admired him for his temerity in daring to speak in such formidable company.

'There have never been bottomings like it,' said the midget,
‘and all of them with her husband listening outside the door. What's more, they never knew he was a silent voyeur, who after having fed his jealousy with sexual torment, would then go and fuck his brains out at a brothel called the Palais De Muncha. Almost every other afternoon, Lavonia and the chauffeur would get down to it in her bedroom. I had the job of sprinkling drops of Chanel No. 5 on her silk stockings and Janet Reger panties. Anyhow, her chauffeur was a right knicker fetishist, and he'd insist on scoring her panties as a reward for the pleasure he imparted to her back passage. The chauffeur would always be in a cap, and wear suspenders and stockings, largely because Lavonia liked to hear the sound of her three inch nails making ladders in his nylons. Each time she made a tear in his stockings, she would come. And each time he laddered hers, his fucking would stampede. She'd deliberately purchased an old mattress from a bordello, so that the broken springs creaked with every thrust. Her husband would be outside the door with an erection touching his stomach button. Sometimes he'd bring a whore in to suck him while he listened...'

Donatien was partially amused at the story's lack of daring, and enjoyed the prospect of watching the other guests ingest substances, while he remained lucidly in control. His erotological vocabulary, he reflected, would prove indecipherable to his uninitiated guests. He would spare them a journey through the
château's depths, for he had decided that they would be horrified by the spectacle they would observe. All of the Sadean menagerie of freaks were concealed in the dungeons. Some of them had been there for centuries, and comprised a gothic tableau of catatonic hybrids with a vampirical taste for blood, and an exemption from time that had them appear to be permanently awaiting release.

Donatien knew only too well the advantages to be gained by keeping his private mythology secret. It was his obsession that nobody should ever gain from his weird energy sources. His nuclear family he had decided, woul
d remain stuffed in his vaults.

The midget had abandoned attempts to draw at
tention to himself and now sat drinking copious amounts of brandy. Donatien observed the unsubduable egomania that drove the Pleasure Château freak, but let his feelings of hostility go.

Marciana was excited by the angle at which Nicole had arranged her stockinged legs, the intersection of thighs occurring at a point which just edited out the gusset of her panties. The provocation was executed with a feline sultriness that had Marciana marvel at the seductive powers of femininity. Leanda too had contrived to strike a leg pose that was electrifyingly revealing. The latter would periodically take out a scarlet lipstick, and re-establish the ar
ched flourish of her matte bow.

In a flurry of girlie gestures, the girls from the cake-stand came in to mix with the guests. Dressed in diaphanous white robes over their crotchless panties, they playfully sat on laps, and the blonde, called Claudia, was enjoying having her conical breasts tickled by a man and his girlfriend. He could be seen caressing Claudia's right breast, while his girlfriend dabbed at the left with circular pouts. The redhead had formed a definite liaison with the androgynous young man, and was lightly tracing a painted fingernail over the contours of his straining penis. She refrained
from unzipping him, and instead teased him through his black satin jeans.

There were bodybuilders attending the fire, and John and his companion with the green lenses
appraised their musculature, and were evidently intent on fucking them in the ensuing orgy. One of the girls was at request sitting on a man's face, while a second one was expertly giving him head.

Donatien made a
sign that the harem was to be introduced, although he continued to express disinterest in every form of provocation on show. He appeared like someone constantly looking at another time and another place. Nina was in attendance on him, and had provided second and third whips for his relish as the orgiastic imbroglio deepened. The girls kept away from Donatien as though they were skirting a fire. He had no interest in their generous breasts and round bottoms. They offered the sort of sex he had left behind as a boy in the eighteenth century. He had eyes only for Marciana, and derived pleasure in keeping her apart from the incipient orgy. His delight was in frustrating others who would have liked to gain her constrictive rosette. Donatien's eye searched only for potential flagellants, and at the sound of the approaching harem rattling their ankle chains, he expressed his first proper interest of the evening.

An exotic seraglio of r
ent boys posing as pashas, and Eastern girls wearing sequined G-strings and six-inch heels, entered the theatre to the heralding note of a trumpeter. Some of the boys were in handcuffs, and the girls wore ankle-chains trimmed with pink marabou. The boys had feathers arranged in their bottoms, in the form of black and purple plumes, and all were new to Donatien in the hope that he would be stimulated to whip them with resounding expertise. It was known to his staff how quickly he tired of a bottom, once he had marked it with a bullwhip, and so procuresses had been at work for weeks in the neighbouring towns selecting penitents for the château. They were to receive the highest rates of pay, but were refused any rights of complaint should Donatien work himself to a state of sexual dementia in administering discipline. The choice was theirs, and so was the possibility that he would make no selection at all from the recruited harem.

It was the young men in whom Donatien expressed spectatorial interest. There was a transvestite in glitter
make-up, who possessed the curves usually associated with a girl's bottom, but Donatien disapproved of his pedestrian genitalia. He decided to make no purchase on the boy, but for good measure stood up and executed a stinging lash to the boy's buttocks. It was an arbitrary and random cut, and Donatien looked unsatisfied by his capricious outburst. He withdrew to his chair, determined to preserve his whip arm for the right subject.

The guests were busy making selections from the voluptuous harem. The girls h
ad been taught to wiggle with a circular rhythm that distributed body weight in constant oscillation from left cheek to right. They walked from their hips, and the boys had learnt a similar method of attracting backside attention.

XZ had removed himself to a corner
of the room and was sipping a bone-dry champagne. Donatien felt himself being observed and prickled at the suspected intrusion.

Unable to restrain his insurgent need, the young androgynous man had mounted his redhead, and was vigorously fucking her on a mauve velvet sofa. One of the oriental girls from the harem had presented her backside to the young man, and periodically he would look up from his smouldering redhead, and lick the other girl's pussy. To augment the undulating geometry established by this triumvirate, one of the rent boys began sucking the androgynous young man's balls, while a fifth entered the rent boy, and became the pivotal s
upport for this multiple chain.

Seeing an immediate opportunity to indulge in a little Sadean perversity, Donatien rose, took his marksman's aim at the fifth man's oiled bottom, and struck a blow so severe that the ricochet was felt by everyone all the way down to the impaled redhead. Donatien cut a second and a third stroke, before retiring to his chair. The spectacle didn't merit a staccato thrashing, and Donatien was still intent on reserving his energies for the right erotic construct. It would take a particularly complex assemblage of bodies, or just the right harmony to the proportions of an individual bottom before he would be tempted to lacerate
his victims with renowned fury.

Donatien resumed his scat directly opposite, but a long way removed from XZ. The latter's silver lenses were fixed on him with all the inscrutable alienation of an android. Donatien wondered if XZ inhabited the same time-zone as the other guests, of if he lived permanently in what ufologists called missing time. He seemed absent or too present, and Donatien couldn't decide into which category XZ fell. He had the feeling XZ was psyching his impulses, and hoping perhaps to place a glitch in his electrics. He suspected their mental combat would be mutually devastating, and potentially annihilative. But for the time he reviewed XZ from a suitable distance, and admitted no concessions to his intense scrutiny
of both himself and his sister.

Marciana had decided that she would definitely go for a threesome with Leanda and Nicole. The two women corresponded to her feline characteristics, and were inveterately fetishistic to the point of having rhinestones hand-sewn on their panties by one of their Japanese maids. They had been informing Marciana of these details, and of how the two of them owned over five thousand pairs of panties, each garment having been made to meticulous specifications. Silks and transparent chiffons were matched with contrasting lace in the design of the items, the fabric being later finished with pearl or rhinestone decorations, or trimmed with fur or braided sequins. The two women promised Marciana a gift box of Pleasure Château lingerie, describing how each item was monogrammed with th
e intertwined letters L. and N.

In return, Marciana promised to show the two women her lingerie collection, famous for its backless Sadean panties, and a collection of hand-embroidered silk and satin suspender belts. Marciana was busy imagining the luxurious hours ahead with the three women all modelling items of her lingerie, a thrill that would heighten her own fu
ture contact with the garments.

The quintuple of orgiasts assembled on and around the sofa, had been joined by another three participants, two men and one of the harem girls, and they soon contrived to fit themselves into the chain of interactive fucking. The ramified extensions corresponded perfectly to Donatien's idea of sex. It was only in his relations with Marciana that he asserted the prerogative of monogamy. In all other respects he believed in numbers at the expense of couples, and in exhibitionism at the expense of privacy. lie sat watching the assortment of harem bottoms like an eagle on its spacey crag. He signalled to three of the boys to present asses, and insisted on inspecting their buttocks from a point of close-up scrutiny. His eyes sat on their flesh li
ke molten drops. He appraised every centimetre with a knowing that had explored and entered tells of thousands of bottoms over the centuries.

After minute inspection of each of the boy's bottoms, he dismissed them with a hard, disdainful slap. Two red spots glowered like rouge on the bottoms
at hand, and Donatien signalled for two Persian girls to come and sit on his lap, something they did by placing their backs to him. He attended to nothing but their blue-black hair, delighting in its texture, the rhinestones sprinkled in the curls, and the perfume with which it had been scented. Stroking a woman's hair encouraged aspects of tenderness in Donatien, and for a moment his psyched up person entered an emotive space, and he was temporarily lost in his absorption of beauty. He liked Marciana's hair to be cut into the sharp definition of a fringe, so that it could be left down, pinned back or swept up in a punky quiff.

Donatien dismissed the Persian girls, and found his eyes jumping to XZ's indomitable lenses. He resented feeling under scrutiny in his own house, and sensed that wherever he sat in the theatre, the visual attack would follow. Instead, he let the wine he was drinking evoke autumn, and imagined boars crashing through moulting forests, and heard again the interminable rains flashing through umbrageous oaks. Part of him would like to have been out riding through the woods, his mind
full of nothing but the scent of rotting leaves, and the sound of chestnuts crashing out of high crowns.

Almost the entire harem was
now participating in the sexual rites that had begun with the redhead and the androgynous young man, and spiralled into a high-rise of undulating bodies, polymorphic pacts and lesbian trysts on human furniture. The redhead had graduated to being used three ways, and her insatiable need pleaded for progressively severer treatment. The orgiasts were creating a synthesis of rhythmically discriminate fucking, and Donatien was quick to note the select number of guests who had refrained from becoming participants in this tentacular syntax of bodies. He observed how Raoul and the midget chose to keep apart, as did Leanda and Nicole, and the increasingly withdrawn XZ. The midget maintained a constant discourse with his monkey, and the two incongruous beings seemed to Donatien's eye to exist on a level of amused harmony. The monkey perfectly understood the midget's raucous banter, and the two of them were busy sharing a joint.