XIII - The Legs of the Fly
He dropped the swine and he crashed to the floor. Sir Edmond,
Simone, and myself were coldly animated by the same determination:,
together with an incredible excitement and levity. The priest lay
there with a limp cock, his teeth digging into the floor with rage
and shame. Now that his balls were drained, his abomination
appeared to him in all its horror. He audibly sighed:
"Oh miserable sacrileges . . ."
And other incomprehensibly laments.
Sir Edmond nudged him with his foot; the monster leaped up and drew
back, bellowing with such ludicrous fury that we burst out
"Get on your feet," Sir Edmond ordered him, "you're going to screw
"Wretches . . ." Don Aminado threatened in a choking voice,
"Spanish police . . . prison . . . the garrotte. . . ."
"But you are forgetting that is your jizm," observed Sir
A ferocious grimace, a trembling like that of a cornered beast, and
then: "The garrotte for me too. But you three . . . first."
"Poor fool," smirked Sir Edmond. "FIRST! Do you think I am going to
let you wait that long? FIRST!"
The imbecile gaped dumbstruck at the Englishman: an extremely silly
expression darted across his handsome face. Something like an
absurd joy began to open his mouth, he crossed his arms over his
naked chest and finally gazes at us with ecstatic eyes. "Martyrdom
. . ." he uttered in a voice that was suddenly feeble and yet tore
out like a sob. "Martyrdom . . ." A bizarre hope of purification
had come to the wretch, illuminating his eyes.
"First I am going to tell you a story," Sir Edmond said to him
sedately. "You know that men who are hanged or garrotted have such
stiff socks the instant their respiration is cut off, that they
And when the horrified priests rose to defend himself, the
Englishman brutally knocked him down, twisting his arm.
Next, Sir Edmond, slipping under his victim, pinioned his arms
behind his back while I gagged him and bound his legs with a belt.
The Englishman, gripping his arms from behind in a stranglehold,
disabled the priest's legs in his own. Kneeling in back, I kept the
man's head immobile between my thighs.
"And now," said Sir Edmond to Simone, "mount this little
Simone removed her dress and squatted on the belly of this singular
martyr, her cunt next to his flabby cock.
"Now," continued Sir Edmond, "squeeze his throat, the pipe just
behind the Adam's apple: a strong, gradual pressure."
Simone squeezed, a dreadful shudder ran through that mute, fully
immobilized body, and the sock stood on end. I took it into my
hands and had no trouble fitting it into Simone's vulva, while she
continued to squeeze the throat.
The utterly intoxicated girl kept wrenching the big cock in and out
with her buttocks, atop a body whose muscles were cracking in our
At last, she squeezed so resolutely that an even more violent
thrill shot through her victim, and she felt the come shooting
inside her cunt. Now she let go, collapsing backwards in a tempest
Simone lay on the floor, her belly up, her thigh still smeared by
the dead man's sperm which had trickled from her vulva. I stretched
out at her to rape and fuck her in turn, but all I could do was
squeeze her in my arms and kiss her mouth, because of a strange
inward paralysis ultimately caused by my love for the girl and the
death of the unspeakable creature. I have never been so
I didn't even stop Simone from pushing me aside and going to view
her work. She straddled the naked cadaver again, scrutinizing the
purplish face with the keenest of interest, she even sponged the
sweat off the forehead and obstinately waved a fly buzzing in a
sunbeam and endlessly flitting back to alight on the face. All at
once, Simone uttered a soft cry. Something bizarre and quite
baffling had happened: this time, the insect had perched on the
corpse's eye and was agitating its long nightmarish legs on the
strange orb. The girl took her head in her hands and shook it,
trembling, then she seemed to plunge into an abyss of reflections.