Gallows Nymph: L'enseignante


If we go by rumors, the Viscountess herself, despite her noble stations was indiscriminate of the blood- stations, and conditions of those genitalias as well. Each of such suitors would sprang bare their hankering intentions, which pitched in a vile salute. The Madame would then...coax each such flag with kisses, with all the feigned familiarity of an old lover or a debauched governess, or...even a mother.



For we have been amply told, that many fathers and uncles, who were keen to safeguard their dynasty's futures, had been open to let their young sons and nephews to learn much from such a woman. And often she was paid in advance by such concerned fathers and lords for their scions, in turn, these carnal pupils called her “teacher.”

A rather disconcerting account came from a young patron who was barely a man, and whose name will surely not be mentioned here. The youth related how upon the tickling of his urethra with her scalding tongue, he surrendered an uncontrolled water discharge upon her face. But the Viscountess merely comforted him with encouragements, smiling that it had inoffensively tasted of vanilla and that Romans once used such sterile libations as cleansing soaps. A pervert indeed!


After she had made oral introductions with their unsheathed libidos, the women would then invite each into her wedded body. Inspired and defiled by every fiber of natural and unatural lechery, she received all mixtures of brutal kisses and blows of lust. Her face wore the most vile kissed and the most vile of their sick tributes.


Already around the pretty woman revolve various love prowlers: one, a rich merchant, thinks he is buying her with presents;another a thug, another a foreigner with a quick tongue- gibbering. Madame had entered into treaty with all parties, With no distinction of rank, the poor, the rich, the fools and the wise fed on the milk of her breasts and soiled that face.

It was also attested by other frequenters that at other times, she solicited the bodies of her handmaids, those selfsame ones who were like her adopted daughters, and who had fled with her from her husband as her companions. There, they exchanged kisses as if they were lovers and the pack of these women made use of their impatient libidos and gratified whatever that was wished of them by the clients. For the luckiest of these clients, they had 3 salivating mouths for their prickling sex.

Only doctors can analyze these morbid natures.
The nature of these later murderous women were all lascivious and bestial.



SICK TRIBUTES

Before we offer further condemnations, we must make the distinction to separate the mother's sins from her 4 poor children. For the woman herself had neither distinction nor concerns for her name. 

Like Babylon, She was without morals and preference, very lascivious, very purulent of sins. She welcomed all, for she had neither preference nor disgust! ~ upon her face, no kisses, or showers of poisons were refused, spent seeds, poisons of such illicit love, sick Tributes which serve to crown her vicious exhibition. In this, her prostitution had dishonored even prostitution.


Yet, it was but 1 session with the debased whore. After having washed then repainted her soiled face, the profanity would began again with another customer upon those stairs. Such was a single night of the whore.

And more than a battlefield, she ate armies of men, each hour of their tysts notched into her body, her face, and her tip jars. 


It was only with the hour of dusk, that she- like some nocturnal vampire, stopped her cycle of resurrections. And with the creeping fingers of morning light through its shutters, she wilted in sadness, exhausted, she waded out of the rank dirtied sheets. At last, with soiled cheeks, the false widow goes away and blew out the bed- theater's lamps and closed the temple door, with the room still burning with smoke of perfumed lamp and the excited smell of her turgid vulva.

With her remaining strength, the adulteress carried the ignoble smell of her treasured brothel and climbed up her real sleeping bed. And, again like some nocturnal creature, she would sleep for much of the brilliant day, only to reawaken by the evil dusk. Back in the soiled temple whose lower floors were again swollen with impatient ranks of urgent men. 


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