Chapter 2

Marie, the maid of the Countesse de Chaumbard, having finished daily chores, was already on her way to the servants’ room when she heard strange sounds. The sounds were coming from the Countess’s bedroom.

Marie sometimes peeped at the owners and saw how the old count, breathing heavily, fulfilled his conjugal duty. At that moment, the veins on his forehead were swollen from tension, he was all red and covered with perspiration. The Countess was lying under him, looking bored and distant, without making a sound. This disgusted the young maid, who did not yet know men.

“And that’s why people get married,” she said to herself. “What fools.”

But this time the sounds were different. The bed creaked plaintively, and this creak was echoed by squelching and muffled groans. Marie peered through the keyhole and blood rushed to her freckled face and her temples throbbed. The old count was fast asleep. The Countess, on the other hand, was kneeling on the bed, Chevalier Oliphant stood behind her and drove his huge penis into her bosom. The chevalier wore only a powdered wig. His beautiful black body was beaded with sweat and glistened in the moonlight. His instrument was huge. Marie, of course, never saw the male organs in full combat readiness, so she froze, enchanted by the spectacle. The Chevalier took out the member almost completely, and then with force drove it him into the countess. The Countess’ lush buttocks shook, the Countess herself buried her face in the pillow and moaned muffledly. Her skin was covered with pimples, when the member of the chevalier entered her to the end, she tucked her toes, and convulsively squeezed the pillow with her hands. The sight made Marie breathe heavily. She was thrown into the heat, into the cold. Something was pulsing in the lower abdomen, spreading waves of pleasure and a mixture of burning shame with fear through the body. Overwhelmed with feelings, Marie was already on the verge of fainting, but could not find the strength to tear herself away from the exciting spectacle. She heard someone’s footsteps in the corridor. The maid ran headlong towards servants’ room. She ran into the dark room where the rest of the servants were sleeping and leaned exhaustedly against the door, breathing heavily. Everybpdy in the room was snoring peacefully. Marie undressed, loosened her curly red hair and, skipping prayer for the night, slid under the scratchy blanket. But sleep did not come. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw before her eyes a naked and beautiful chevalier and his huge erect penis.