JUSTINE by de Sade, retold by Rex Saviour

A short extract from Justine by de Sade as rewritten by Rex Saviour. Do not buy this book if it is too nasty for you, there is a lot like this

The narrator is Justine, Rodin owns a school, Rosalie is his daughter, Julie a young pupil

Hardly had we taken up our post when Rodin enters, leading a girl, blond and as pretty as Love; the poor creature is sobbing away, all too unhappily aware of what awaits her; she comes in with moans and cries; she throws herself down before him, entreats him to spare her, but all this does is to fire the sparks of his pleasure in the situation. His heart is already aglow and his savage glances spring alive with an inner light.

"Julie," he cries, "this fault happens far too frequently. I repent my forbearance and leniency, their sole result has been repeated misconduct on your part."

"Do not believe a word of it," whispered Rosalie to me. "These are trifles he invents. That little creature is an angel. It is because she resists him that she is his favourite."

Meanwhile Rodin, greatly aroused, had seized Julie's hands and tied them to a ring fitted high upon a pillar standing in the middle of the punishment room. Julie is without any defence. Her superb hair is in disarray, and tears inundate the most beautiful face in the world, the sweetest, the most interesting. Rodin dwells upon the picture, is fired by it, he covers those supplicating eyes with a blindfold, approaches his mouth to hers and dares to kiss...

Julie sees nothing now and, more able to proceed as he wishes, Rodin starts to remove her clothes, her blouse is unbuttoned, her stays untied, at last she is naked... what whiteness! what beauty! Here are roses strewn upon lilies by the Grace's very hands.

What is the monster that can seek pleasure in the depths of tears and suffering and woe? Rodin contemplates, his inflamed eye roves, his hands dare profane the flowers his cruelties are about to wither; all takes place directly before us, not a detail can escape us.

Although the temple of Love is within his reach, Rodin casts not so much as a glance in that direction; to judge by his behaviour he fears even the sight of it; but now the libertine opens and peers into those anal features that enchant him, now he closes them again; he offers them to us under every form, but he confines himself to these only.

Finally his mounting wrath exceeds all limits. At first he gives vent to it through invectives, with menaces and evil language he affrights this poor little wretch trembling before the blows that she knows are about to come. Rodin is beside himself, he snatches up a cat-o'-nine-tails that has been soaking in a vat of vinegar. "Well, there," says he, "prepare yourself, you have got to suffer." He swings a vigorous arm and the lashes are brought whistling down upon that shrinking body. Twenty-five times he strikes.

Julie cries out, her piercing screams rend me to the soul, tears run down from beneath her blindfold and shine upon her beautiful cheeks like pearls, whereby Rodin is made all the more furious. He lays hands upon the lashed flesh, touches, squeezes, seems to be readying it for further assaults; and indeed they follow fast upon the first. Not a cut he bestows is without a curse. Rodin is in ecstasy; his delight is immense as he muses upon the proofs of his ferocity. He can contain himself no longer, his erection is uncovered now but Julie cannot see it...

He moves behind her and hovers there, he would greatly like to mount as a victor but dares not. Instead he begins to beat her anew, he whips with might and main and finally manages, thanks to the leathern strips, to open this asylum of the Graces and joy... he no longer knows who he is or where, his delirium has reached such a pitch that the restraint of reason is no more, he swears, he blasphemes, he storms, nothing is exempt from his savage blows, all he can reach is treated with the same fury...

He is in danger of ejaculating, risking his pleasure in what is to follow.

"Dress yourself," he says to Julie, loosening her bonds and readjusting his own costume, "but if you are once again guilty of a similar misconduct you shall not get off so lightly."

Julie returns to her class and Rodin goes into the boys' and brings back a youth, lovely as the day, and scolds him. He wheedles and kisses while lecturing him. "You deserve to be punished," he observes, "and you shall be."