after i had answered these questions in all modesty, with great sincerity, and most naively: "very well," said the monk, rising and taking me by the hand, "come, my child, tomorrow i shall procure you the sweet satisfaction of communing at the feet of the image you have come to visit; let us begin by supplying your primary needs," and he led me toward the depths of the church....

"why!" said i, sensing a vague inquietude arise in me despite myself, "what is this, father? why are we going inside?"

"and where else, my charming pilgrim?" answered the monk, introducing me into the sacristy. "do you really fear to spend the night with four saintly anchorites? oh, we shall find the means to succor you, my dearest angel, and if we do not procure you very great pleasures, you will at least serve ours in their most extreme amplitude." these words sent a thrill of horror through me; i burst out in a cold sweat, i fell to shivering; it was night, no light guided our footsteps, my terrified imagination raised up the specter of death brandishing its scythe over my head; my knees were buckling... and at this point a sudden shift occurred in the monk's speech. he jerked me upright and hissed:

"whore, pick up your feet and get along; no complaints, don't try resistance, not here, it would be useless."

these cruel words restore my strength, i sense that if i falter i am doomed, i straighten myself. "o heaven!" i say to the traitor, "must i then be once again my good sentiments' victim, must the desire to approach what is most respectable in religion be once again punished as a crime..."

we continue to walk, we enter obscure byways, i know not where i am, where i am going. i was advancing a pace ahead of dom severino; his breathing was labored, words flowed incoherently from his lips, one might have thought he was drunk; now and again he stopped me, twined his left arm about my waist while his right hand, sliding beneath my skirts from the rear, wandered impudently over that unseemly part of ourselves which, likening us to men, is the unique object of the homages of those who prefer that sex for their shameful pleasures. several times the libertine even dared apply his mouth to these areas' most secluded lair; and then we recommenced our march. a stairway appears before us; we climb thirty steps or forty, a door opens, brightness dazzles my eyes, we emerge into a charmingly appointed, magnificently illuminated room; there, i see three monks and four girls grouped around a table served by four other women, completely naked. at the spectacle i recoil, trembling; severino shoves me forward over the threshold and i am in the room with him.

"gentlemen," says he as we enter, "allow me to present you with one of the veritable wonders of the world, a lucretia who simultaneously carries upon her shoulder the mark stigmatizing girls who are of evil repute, and, in her conscience, all the candor, all the naivete of a virgin.... one lone violation, friends, and that six years ago; hence, practically a vestal... indeed, i do give her to you as such... the most beautiful, moreover... oh clement! how that cheerless countenance of yours will light up when you fall to work on those handsome masses... what elasticity, my good fellow! what rosiness!"

"ah, fuck!" cried the half-intoxicated clement, getting to his feet and lurching toward me: "we are pleasantly met, and let us verify the facts."

i will leave you for the briefest possible time in suspense about my situation, madame, said therese, but the necessity to portray these other persons in whose midst i discovered myself obliges me to interrupt the thread of my story. you have been made acquainted with dom severino, you suspect what may be his predilections; alas, in these affairs his depravation was such he had never tasted other pleasures and what an inconsistency in nature's operations was here! for with the bizarre fantasy of choosing none but the straiter path, this monster was outfitted with faculties so gigantic that even the broadest thoroughfares would still have appeared too narrow for him.

as for clement, he has been drawn for you already. to the superficies i have delineated, join ferocity, a disposition to sarcasm, the most dangerous roguishness, intemperance in every point, a mordant, satirical mind, a corrupt heart, the cruel tastes rodin displayed with his young charges, no feelings, no delicacy, no religion, the temperament of one who for five years had not been in a state to procure himself other joys than those for which savagery gave him an appetite and you have there the most complete characterization of this horrid man.

antonin, the third protagonist in these detestable orgies, was forty; small, slight of frame but very vigorous, as formidably organized as severino and almost as wicked as clement; an enthusiast of that colleague's pleasures, but giving himself over to them with a somewhat less malignant intention; for while clement, when exercising this curious mania, had no objective but to vex, to tyrannize a woman, and could not enjoy her in any other way, antonin using it with delight in all its natural purity, had recourse to the flagellative aspect only in order to give additional fire and further energy to her whom he was honoring with his favors. in a word, one was brutal by taste, the other by refinement.

jerome, the eldest of the four recluses, was also the most debauched; every taste, every passion, every one of the most bestial irregularities were combined in this monk's soul; to the caprices rampant in the others, he joined that of loving to receive what his comrades distributed amongst the girls, and if he gave (which frequently happened), it was always upon condition of being treated likewise in his turn: all the temples of venus were, what was more, as one to him, but his powers were beginning to decline and for several years he had preferred that which, requiring no effort of the agent, left to the patient the task of arousing the sensations and of producing the ecstasy. the mouth was his favorite temple, the shrine where he liked best to offer, and while he was in the pursuit of those choice pleasures, he would keep a second woman active: she warmed him with the lash. this man's character was quite as cunning, quite as wicked as that of the others; in whatever shape or aspect vice could exhibit itself, certain it was immediately to find a spectator in this infernal household. you will understand it more easily, madame, if i explain how the society was organized. prodigious funds had been poured by the order into this obscene institution, it had been in existence for above a century, and had always been inhabited by the four richest monks, the most powerful in the order's hierarchy, they of the highest birth and of a libertinage of sufficient moment to require burial in this obscure retreat, the disclosure of whose secret was well provided against as my further explanations will cause you to see in the sequel; but let us return to the portraits.

the eight girls who were present at the supper were so much separated by age i cannot describe them collectively, but only one by one; that they were so unlike with respect to their years astonished me i will speak first of the youngest and continue in order.

this youngest one of the girls was scarcely ten: pretty but irregular features, a look of humiliation because of her fate, an air of sorrow and trepidation.

the second was fifteen: the same trouble written over her countenance, a quality of modesty degraded, but a bewitching face, of considerable interest all in all.

the third was twenty: pretty as a picture, the loveliest blond hair; fine, regular, gentle features; she appeared less restive, more broken to the saddle.

the fourth was thirty: she was one of the most beautiful women imaginable; candor, quality, decency in her bearing, and all a gentle spirit's virtues.

the fifth was a girl of thirty-six, six months pregnant; dark- haired, very lively, with beautiful eyes, but having, so it seemed to me, lost all remorse, all decency, all restraint.

the sixth was of the same age: a tall creature of grandiose proportions, a true giantess, fair of face but whose figure was already ruined in excess flesh; when i first saw her she was naked, and i was readily able to notice that not one part of her body was unstamped by signs of the brutality of those villains whose pleasures her unlucky star had fated her to serve.

the seventh and eighth were two very lovely women of about forty.

let us continue with the story of my arrival in this impure place.

i did tell you that no sooner had i entered than each one approached me: clement was the most brazen, his foul lips were soon glued to my mouth; i twisted away in horror, but i was advised all resistance was pure affectation, pretense, and useless; i should do best by imitating my companions.

"you may without difficulty imagine," declared dom severino, "that a recalcitrant attitude will be to no purpose in this inaccessible retreat. you have, you say, undergone much suffering; but that greatest of all woes a virtuous girl can know is yet missing from the catalogue of your troubles. is it not high time that lofty pride be humbled? and may one still expect to be nearly a virgin at twenty- two? you see about you companions who, upon entering here, like yourself thought to resist and who, as prudence will bid you to do, ended by submitting when they noticed that stubbornness could lead them to incur penalties; for i might just as well declare to you, therese," the superior continued, showing me scourges, ferules, withes, cords, and a thousand other instruments of torture, "yes, you might just as well know it: there you see what we use upon unmanageable girls; decide whether you wish to be convinced. what do you expect to find here? mercy? we know it not; humaneness? our sole pleasure is the violation of its laws. religion? 'tis as naught to us, our contempt for it grows the better acquainted with it we become; allies... kin... friends... judges? there's none of that in this place, dear girl, you will discover nothing but cruelty, egoism, and the most sustained debauchery and impiety. the completest submissiveness is your lot, and that is all; cast a glance about the impenetrable asylum which shelters you: never has an outsider invaded these premises: the monastery could be taken, searched, sacked, and burned, and this retreat would still be perfectly safe from discovery: we are in an isolated outbuilding, as good as buried within the six walls of incredible thickness surrounding us entirely, and here you are, my child, in the midst of four libertines who surely have no inclination to spare you and whom your entreaties, your tears, your speeches, your genuflections, and your outcries will only further inflame. to whom then will you have recourse? to what? will it be to that god you have just implored with such earnestness and who, by way of reward for your fervor, only precipitates you into further snares, each more fatal than the last? to that illusory god we ourselves outrage all day long by insulting his vain commandments?... and so, therese, you conceive that there is no power, of whatever species you may suppose, which could possibly deliver you out of our hands, and there is neither in the category of things real nor in that of miracles, any sort of means which might permit you successfully to retain this virtue you yet glory in; which might, in fine, prevent you from becoming, in every sense and in every manner, the prey of the libidinous excesses to which we, all four of us, are going to abandon ourselves with you... therefore, little slut, off with your clothes, offer your body to our lusts, let it be soiled by them instantly or the severest treatment will prove to you what risks a wretch like yourself runs by disobeying us."