Chapter 6

The Embassy had provided them with pleasant lodgings on Rue St. Lazare, not a great distance from the Place De l'Opera, and with all of the conveniences a young, new American wife might expect in Paris. It was an apartment, but spacious, and the other tenants seemed to be upper- bracketed Frenchmen. Paul was not discontented with the quarters... he was simply at a loss to know how to cope with this affliction that plagued his beloved Janet.

Christ, he was yet to consummate his marriage... unless he counted that first horrible night... and secretly, he was glad at least for that. Doctor Leduc had told him in Le Havre when they parted that he was still at loss, that Janet should continue with her daily treatments. Of course, they had only been in Paris one day and he had spent most of that at the Embassy, but already Janet had made up her mind not to carry on with her visits to the French physician. And she was not a person one could force into doing what she had set her mind against; he knew this from experience.

Thank God, they were able to get a maid... rather nice too. And she cooked, Paul thought, as he browsed through a copy of the New York Times he had picked up. He found himself wondering what else she might do with some skill. Damn... he couldn't go along this way forever... and here he was in Paris...

"Francine, would you pour me another cognac, please?" he called to her in French.

She did and Paul eyed her closely, closely enough so that she would notice when she brought it. She smiled down at him as she extended the tray. She was possibly nineteen, long dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders with fine breasts and narrower, but full hips. She wore her skirts at the sixteen inch length, and in their black nylon encasing her legs appealed to him exquisitely. He would gamble that she caught his dallying gaze... but in truth, he didn't know what he was doing, he was that distraught in his frustration; and he was pleased when she left for the day, taking one last, long suggestive glance toward him before she closed the door behind her.

"Darling, we're having good old fashioned American steak for dinner. Does that please you? I sent Francine on a beef hunt and the girl seems to know her business."

It was all like that, the entire evening. The music, the lying on the floor before the lighted fireplace, the wine, the sweeping her up and carrying her into the bedroom... and the inevitable...

He had decided to strip and walk into the bedroom naked... and that had done it. Thank God, he'd taken Leduc's phone number. In forty-five minutes the dapper physician had shown. And within the hour, Janet slept soundly.

"What the devil is it, Doctor? This split personality business? Or do I hold some sort of revulsion for her... ?"

"M'sieu'... in these peculiar cases there is no way of knowing. The Madame should have come to my office today as I instructed. But, I see that she is an obstinate one... Nevertheless, M'sieu' Arden, I suggest your lovely wife have daily treatments from now on. Of course, the week end is upon us and I myself am going to my summer place at Dives. I try to get away as often as I can... M'sieu', may I invite you and the Madame for the week-end? There, I have my private consultation 'digs, ' as the British say. It is not impossible that we can make some headway with the lovely young thing, and perhaps even clear this nasty situation up..."

Paul interrupted him. "If you're inviting us, Doctor, the answer is yes. We will come. Anything to get to the bottom of this damned problem."

"Wonderful. I do feel we can accomplish more if I have her there under my observation and am able to... well, a good American phrase might be, where I can privately bleed her mentally."

"You can count on it. We'll be there, Doctor."

Alone once more, Paul poured himself a cognac and slumped into a chair. Christ, he wished that Francine had not left. His rod was thumping like a separate live body, telegraphing wild, libidinous thoughts to his brain. How long he could stand this celibacy he wasn't sure, but dammit, something had to happen or he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. His groin was aching for release.

God almighty! What had happened to her? His luscious, beloved Janet! Christ, he loved her. He was tempted to go into her now while she was in the throes of Leduc's induced sleep... drugged sleep.

Drugged?

It struck him then, that when he had entered the bedroom naked she was already caught up in some sort of convulsion... clutching at her stomach with her legs drawn up and her nose runny as if she were suffering from a cold. Then had come the vomiting spasms and he had helped her to the bathroom, perspiration drenching her whole body... and it was almost as if she hadn't the slightest control over her body for she had urinated all over the bathroom floor.

Now, he thought of these things, remembering one specific chap at college who had been addicted to heroin and had tried withdrawal by himself.

Christ! He got to his feet abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, flicking on the light. There she lay, curled into a womb-like ball on her side, sleeping in a contented peace... while he staggered about with this maddening hard prick that was damned near driving him insane. Goddamn... was it possible? Janet addicted to something?

He cut the light, shaking his head and floundering back to his chair, his cock so hard his whole groin ached. Francine, Francine... if you were here right now... Damn, what was happening to him? The girl was going to marry her childhood sweetheart she had told them.

Got to get hold of myself! Got to! Janet needs me. I can't let her down. She would stand beside me. Besides... I love her! I love her!

But... Francine, if you were to walk in here this minute... !

The Doctor and Madame Leduc, when at their Paris villa, spent most of their time together in a second floor, luxurious apartment, along with their two super-bred, magnificent mastiff dogs, Vailante and his mate, Sable, beside them, a suite of rooms that the couple occupied in the most exacting privacy, inaccessible even to the servants. Its splendor was matched only by its erotic appointments in painting and sculpture, the Leducs having added to the famed collection of the late Count Leduc, the Doctor's father, during their many travels throughout the world. The venereal theme was further carried out in the haremish couches and furnishings, with all wooden, ebony, and ivory appendages phallic in design. Mirrors, of course, reflecting from every conceivable angle were aplenty, and the small bar contained only aphrodisiacal concoctions blended by the doctor himself.

Leduc had designed both this apartment and the one at their summer villa near Dives after the Grand Chambre in their Palais de Plaisir, that fabulous bordello outside of Paris he had inherited from the nefarious Count, and although much of the erotica were only copies of the originals he kept here, he was satisfied that his guests were more concerned with the effects achieved rather than the authenticity of the work.

Now, as he relaxed upon his favorite Roman couch, reputed to have belonged to one of the Caesars, and garbed loosely in a silkish white toga, he smiled to himself as he studied a packet of photographs depicting naked girls his wife had just handed him to examine.

"Something amuses you?" Madame Leduc questioned, a gentle smile of her own playing across her femininely handsome features. She was a tall, stately woman, almost regal in appearance, with raven-black tresses that hung to the tips of her shoulder-blades and covered her breasts when she was nakedly at leisure, and styled in a dazzling upsweep on more social occasions. Actually in her late thirties, her alabastar-like skin and her svelte, well cared for body belied the last decade of her years, while her sparkling dark eyes constantly suggested her Cyprian nature. Her husband had found her some fifteen years ago in a cheap brothel in Bordeaux where she performed the specialty of the house... fellatio on two penises simultaneously, and even though her tastes had changed somewhat, she still enjoyed the luxury of that second male organ plunged half way down her throat.

Presently, she too rested upon her favorite couch, a replica of that said to have belonged to Cleopatra -- the one upon which the beautiful queen had allegedly sucked off one hundred Roman noblemen in one night -- gowned in her most gossamery toga and waiting for this man who dearly loved to call her by his pet name, Meriochane, a Greek word meaning Gaper, or, "she who gapes wide for ten-thousand men."

"These are lovely creatures," said Leduc, quickly shuffling through the photos, "but nothing here can match my American beauty, ma chere. I doubt that we can use any of them. They're too... too common looking. But the American bitch... ahhh, she is going to make us a fortune."

"Did you enjoy her, Alex?" Danielle Leduc questioned, more excited with the anticipation of his relating the story of the girl's seduction rather than feeling the slightest twinge of jealousy.

"Exquisitely, ma chere, and so will you," Leduc chuckled. "But I venture you will derive greater pleasure from the young husband, Paul. He is a handsome, virile looking specimen. And of course they will both be at Dives for the week end." He tossed the photos onto a nearby table. "I see nothing there that we can use. Is our present staff fulfilling the desires of our noble clientele satisfactorily?"

"Yes, quite."

"And the young Moroccans?"

"No problems whatever, cheri," his wife assured him smilingly as she patted the great head of Vailante stretched out on the soft carpeted floor beside her.

"Ahhh, very well then, now I can relax," he sighed, rolling onto his back, his garment falling away to expose his open thighs to her where she lay, his heavy sac and limp penis catching her eye in immediate greed. "And now my lovely Meriochane, if you will see to your master's pleasure, I'll advise you as to how we are going to seduce the young Americans this week end."

Danielle Leduc didn't hesitate. Instantly, she arose, gracefully removing her toga by unfastening its shoulder catch and letting it fall with a wisp of sound to the floor. She posed in her nakedness before him, smoothing her hands over her taut, high, small firm breasts until their brownish nipples distended in the manner he preferred; then she trailed her long graceful fingers down over her stomach and hips to her strong thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky, black-hair covered mound, those same long delicate fingers slowly gliding to the soft fleshy folds of her hair-lined cunt-lips, gently spreading the still tight slit until it flowered open and she thrust her pelvis forward that he might better see the moist, coral flesh.

Leduc's cock leaped and when she saw this, Danielle moved rapidly toward him, climbing between his legs on all fours and quickly taking his semi-flaccid tool in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat.

The doctor laughed, knowing his wife's insatiable desire to have a limp prick harden in her gullet. Abruptly, she commenced to purr in kittenish fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft hair and his cock began to swell and fill her pharynx. It was a delightful sensation and he knew no one who could perform it as well as she.

Her continual swallowing caused her throat muscles to milk his prick in a manner that even the tightest of educated cunts could not equal, and the length of her tongue laving the underside of his shaft while its tip taunted the base of the member and a portion of his balls was the ultimate of pleasurable fermentations.

From the floor where he lay, Vailante's great ears stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side, little whines escaping him as he looked directly at his mistress's round up-thrust, buttocks facing him. And as the animal watched, Danielle began to waggle her hips as she hummed and purled hungrily, her husband's heavy, now rigid and throbbing cock, vibrating and nearly reaching into her belly.

The hot breath from her nostrils against the pubic hair of his pelvis sent additional spasms of delight rippling through Leduc as his wife cupped his heavy sperm bloating balls in both of her hands, squeezing and manipulating them with known skill, while her throat continued to exploit his still growing prick in her effort to suck him to climax.