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GEORGES BATAILLE • STORY OF THE EYE (Extract)

Date: 8/16/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: Hangdog90, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

large chalice, whereupon he asked us to abandon the wretch for an instant. "Look," he explained to Simone, "the eucharistic hosts in the ciborium, and here the chalice where they put white wine." "They smell like cum,” said Simone, sniffing the unleavened wafers. "Precisely," continued Sir Edmund. "The hosts, as you see, are nothing other than Christ's sperm in the form of small white biscuits. And as for the wine they put in the chalice, the ecclesiastics say it is the bl**d of Christ, but they are obviously mistaken. If they really thought it was the bl**d, they would use red wine, but since they employ only white wine, they are showing that at the bottom of their hearts they are quite aware that this is urine." The lucidity of this logic was so convincing that Simone and I required no further explanation. She, armed with the chalice and I with the ciborium, the two of us marched over to Don Aminado, who was still inert in his armchair, faintly agitated by a slight quiver through his body. Simone began by slamming the base of the chalice against his skull, which jolted him and left him utterly dazed. Then she resumed sucking him, which provoked his ignoble rattles. After bringing his senses to a height of fury with Sir Edmund's help and mine, she gave him a hard shake. "That's not all," she said in a voice that brooked no reply. "It's time to piss." And she struck his face again with the chalice, but at the same time she stripped naked before him and I finger-fucked ... her. Sir Edmund's gaze, fixed on the stunned eyes of the young cleric, was so imperious that the thing went off with barely any hitch; Don Aminado noisily poured his urine into the chalice, which Simone held under this thick cock. "And now, drink," commanded Sir Edmund. The paralyzed wretch drank with a well-nigh filthy ecstasy at one long gluttonous draft. Again Simone sucked and wanked him; he continued gurgling desperately and reveling in it. With a demented gesture, he bashed the sacred chamber-pot against a wall. Four robust arms lifted him up and, with open thighs, his body erect, and yelling like a pig being slaughtered, he spurted his come on the hosts in the ciborium, which Simone held in front of him while masturbating him. We dropped the swine and he crashed to the floor. Sir Edmund, Simone, and myself were coldly animated by the same determination, together with an incredible excitement and levity. The priest lay there with a limp cock, his teeth digging into the floor with rage and shame. Now that his balls were drained, his abomination appeared to him in all its horror. He audibly sighed: "Oh miserable sacrileges..." And muttering other incomprehensible laments. Sir Edmund nudged him with his foot; the monster leaped up and drew back, bellowing with such ludicrous fury that we burst out laughing. "Get on your feet," Sir Edmund ordered him, "you're going to fuck this girl. Wretches..." Don Aminado threatened in a choking voice . "Spanish police... prison... the ...