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He said: 'It only takes a little longer, but he will stand!”

After another long pause, she said in a whisper: “But I can't any more-my hand aches!” He said: “That is nothing. Take it in your mouth!” She asked: “What will you give me if I do?” “What will I give you? I don't mind-I will give you ten gulden- but take it in your mouth!” Rudolph gulped. “Good God!” he mumbled.

I, too, was thunderstruck at so much money. After a long wait, Zenzi finally said: “Now he is standing-come on-!” We heard them fall on the bed. Soon she laughed: “He has gone down again.”

The man mumbled something. They rolled around in the bed, then Zenzi cried: “There-there -yes, that is good-now faster-faster-!”

Rudolph remarked: “He is 'sucking her off'!” And then Zenzi called: “Come quick, now! He is up again!” They rolled again. Zenzi laughed: “Now, he fell down again!” The old man got mad, saying: “It is not so-just put it in!” The bed shook and Zenzi said: “You have not got it in at all! Let me do it I will get it in!”

The bed shook again. Zenzi sobbed and called: “There-at last-! Now-poke hard-real hard-what? -Through already-?” After that we heard them walking around in the kitchen. Soon the door opened and the man departed. Zenzi came running into the room holding her ten guldens in her hand and handed them to Rudolph. Naturally, that night we had a big spree. We all got drunk. I don't remember what we went through. But the next morning father overslept again. After this happened several times, he finally was discharged. He came home scolding and cursing. But Rudolph comforted him: “That is nothing; you soon will find work in some other place. Rest a few days and then look around. It will do you good to have a few day's sleep.” So father began to sleep and rest. In the morning he remained in bed. Then, when he got up, Rudolph and he played cards. In this way they both killed their time. Sometimes they toyed with Zenzi or me. Father now “used me” almost every night, and, when he was able, he also “used” Zenzi, during the day. He was drunk all the time. One day while he was home, Zenzi brought a man. Now we three stood behind the kitchen door and listened as she did her “business” in the kitchen. Father was astonished. His eyes bulged out as he saw Zenzi come in and hand Rudolph three gulden. A few days later the rental agent called and informed us that he could not allow these doings to continue in his home. We either had to move or Zenzi must stop bringing men into the rooms. He was very polite and especially friendly toward Rudolph. I have no doubt that Rudolph had been bribing him with money. Zenzi only laughed. She probably had allowed him to “use her” on different occasions, or undoubtedly he would have put a stop to it long before. He was very sorry that he was obliged to notify us, he said-but that the order came directly from the owner of the building. When the agent had gone, Rudolph took Zenzi into the kitchen where they had a long conference. They did not come out, but we soon heard them on the bed, and, from the noise and Zenzi's sobbing and hard breathing-we knew what was going on. This, of course, had its effect upon us, so, without any wine and fully dressed, Father and I soon were playing the same “game!” After this Zenzi remained away all day, usually returning late at night, sometimes not until the next morning. If Rudolph was at home when she arrived, she handed him her “earnings.” This interested father greatly. He was always eager to know how much she had earned. Since Zenzi now remained away for days and nights at a time and slept most of the time when he was at home, I had to satisfy both father and Rudolph. Often during the night I had to go from one to the other, and sometimes Rudolph came right in and slept in my bed beside father. Father now,, frequently borrowed money from Rudolph, which he never refused to lend. Father was earning nothing and, naturally, in a short time found himself in all lands of difficulties. Once, when he asked Rudolph for money, the reply was: “Why doesn't Pepi earn some too?”

“Pepi?” father said, looking at me. Rudolph replied “She could easily earn just a much as Zenzi!” “Do you mean for her to become a whore?” slowly asked father. “A whore? Nonsense!” said Rudolph. “She is doing the same as Zenzi is doing now-there is nothing to that!-Thousands of girls are obliged to earn money that way!”

“That may be true,” said father doubtfully, “but-?” “There is no but about it,” continued Rudolph. “Do you think that it is more honorable for a girl to be poked by her own father? Besides, Zenzi does business with only fine gentlemen. She will have nothing to do with ordinary men. Believe me, I have trained Zenzi! The men whom she has dealings with are all gentlemen-a great deal nobler and finer than your daughter's dirty cur!” “The dirty cur!” repeated father, suddenly enraged. “It certainly would not harm her to earn some money for her father! You have surely worked for your children long enough,” said Rudolph. “Yes, you are right,” agreed father.

“Well, then, let Pepi go with Zenzi. I am sure that he will bring you at least three gulden every day. She's such a beautiful girl!”

I felt flattered at this. But fattier anxiously inquired: “But, the police?” “Never mind the police,” said Rudolph. “Have I ever had any trouble with Zenzi? Just leave that to Zenzi-she knows what she is doing.” “But, if it should happen?” said father.

“Well, then,” laughed Rudolph, “just say that you know nothing about it. Say that she went 'wrong' on her own accord. Pepi will not betray you.” I was silent during the entire conversation. In fact, I was not asked any questions. After considering for some time, father remarked: “No, I should hate to see her become a whore!”

“That is not the question,” said Rudolph. “Let her do this for the present, until you get another job. Then she can become respectable again.” This seemed to satisfy father. Rudolph had won him over completely. As a further assurance, Rudolph went on: “I only allow Zenzi to do this when I am out of work. As soon as I have a position, she must behave!” The next day I started out with Zenzi. It had been agreed, and now I entered upon my new career.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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enzi and I walked to the city, going from one main street down to the other. It was Summertime and very warm. We were very lightly dressed, thin waists, and she taught me how to turn back my shirt so that my bare titties were visible through the garment. She seemed very efficient. She smiled at every man we met. I had not quite mastered this; I was timid and looked at every man in a sad manner. However, this seemed to suffice. On Lantern Street, I noticed a dark, old house. The first floor was entirely dark. Zenzi took me by the hand. Entering the yard, she rapped on a door. We were admitted by a homely old woman. We now found ourselves in a dark kitchen. From there we went into a small chamber, also dark. Looking me over, the old woman inquired: “Are you fourteen years old?” “Long ago,” Zenzi lied for me. “She is small for her age.” “You understand,” said the old woman, “for each time that you work here you pay me one gulden. But you must never come before eight o'clock in the evening. Above all things, look out for the police, and always collect from the men in advance.” We now returned to the main street, and Zenzi touched me, saying: “Look! That fellow over there is following us!” Meanwhile, in front of us was a tall, well-dressed man, with black whiskers. He turned around and looked at us. He walked slowly, allowing us to pass him. At the corner, Zenzi drew me into the side street: “Come,” she whispered, “we will turn in here.” She turned around. The man was standing on the corner. Zenzi nodded to him. He came toward us. “Come on,” she said, “he will not speak to us out in the open here.”

Stepping into the hallway of a vacant house we waited. Zenzi remarked: “This is a good place for you to come when you are in the neighborhood. Nobody lives here.” Just then the man came in. Zenzi smiled at him, but, walking up to me, he said: “Well, what is up?” “Nothing,” I answered. Zenzi asked: “Don't you want to come with us? Near here I know a woman from whom we can get a room.”

“No,” he whispered, “I haven't the time. We might go up these stairs-nobody lives here. Will you?” he asked me. I looked at him astonished. He looked more respectable than any man I had ever seen in this neighborhood. He carried a fine, silver-handled cane and wore a long, gold watch chain. We went upstairs. Zenzi remained on the landing, saying: “I will watch!” The man felt my breasts, saying: “Unbutton your blouse.” Then he thrust his hand inside my chemise. He seemed pleased that I was soft and tender. “Well, now, come on,” he said, his breath coming fast. I unbuttoned his pants and took out his shaft. It was white and tender, but stood straight like a wax candle. I leaned against the wall, raising my dress, thinking that he would poke me standing up. But he refused, saying: “I don't care to do it here. Just play with it and let me play with you!” So I began rubbing it back and forth. He played with my titties. He suddenly remarked: “There-that is good! Now up a little further-faster-wait!”

He handed me a handkerchief, with which I covered the head of the sword, and then proceeded. His legs began to tremble. I felt his engine quiver nervously in my hand. Then he “went off.” I wiped him-also my hand, which was wet and slimy-and then handed him back his handkerchief. He gave me two gulden and hurried away without once looking back at me. Zenzi and I waited a short time, then we also slipped out of the house. I was happy to have earned two gulden in only two minutes-and so easily!-I had had no trouble whatever. What's more, I had liked this gentleman so much that I would not have asked him for any money! On the street an old man spoke to me. I was so surprised that I was afraid to answer him. Zenzi poked me in the side.

He asked: “May I come with you?” I quickly answered: “Yes!”

He commanded: “Walk in front, I will follow you.” I started for the dark house. Zenzi had mysteriously disappeared. The old woman opened the door, ushered us into a dark room and left us alone.

“Undress,” he said. While undressing, I could see his face, which was smooth-shaven. His mouth was toothless, and he had a few white hairs on his head. His hands trembled. He seemed generally broken down. He sat on the couch. When I was completely undressed, he nodded to me to come to him. I had to stand in front of him while he looked at me, but he did not touch me. I thought that he was waiting for me to make the first move. I reached down to unbutton his trousers, but he slapped my fingers and said: “Wait till I tell you what to do! Stand still!” I stood before him expectantly. Finally he began stroking my titties with the handle of his cane. It was made of ivory and felt cool. Then he pried my legs apart. “Now, come here,” he said, stretching himself on the couch.

I started to lie down beside him, but he pushed me away with such haste that it frightened me. “Stay here!” he snapped in his thin, squeakish voice. So, standing, I had to unbutton his pants. I took out his engine. It was so small that it reminded me of the worn-out stub of a pencil. It had as many wrinkles as the year had hours. Taking this little, flabby piece of gristle between my fingers, I began working it up and down. I did not think that it could possibly get hard. I thought of the old man with whom Zenzi had had so much trouble, and I feared that I would suffer a like fate. But my surprise was great when, under my manipulations, my champion began to grow until the skin on his weapon was as smooth as a newly-ironed cloth. “Now, just a minute,” he commanded, angrily. Not understanding what he meant, I was nonplussed. “A minute!” he called louder. I rubbed harder. He fairly screamed: “What the devil!-Don't you understand!-A minute!-” “Pardon me, sir,” I replied timidly, “I do not know what you mean when you say 'a minute!'“ He apparently did not enjoy my ignorance, but snapped at me: “Take it in your mouth, you bashful dummy!” I did as he commanded. I worked as hard as possible, terribly afraid of the old codger. To my surprise, his once slack shaft grew bigger and bigger, until I could not hold it all in my mouth! Suddenly he commanded: “Stop!” As I drew my hand back, the stick-stiff lance snapped loudly up against his belly. “Now!” he ordered. “Quick! You are so slow! You could be on top already!” He remained on his back. I had to straddle him. I could not stand more than half of that terrible weapon. I had to hold on to the couch to keep from getting it too far inside and injuring me. Now he began working up and down with all his might, continually talking to himself: “So-I will show her how I can still poke the girls-she doesn't have to have others do it for me-she probably thinks that because I am an old man-well, if she does, I don't care-there-there-there-there-!” He kept this up until suddenly he seemed to collapse under me. I had to run and get him some wine from the nearest Inn. When I returned he laid there like a dead man and did not move. I was terribly frightened. I called the old lady. She told me that she knew him and said that there was no need to get frightened. Sprinkling some water on his face she said: “He always acts like that. He soon will be all right!” Suddenly he opened his eyes and jumped up. He saw the wine, drained the glass in one gulp, angrily stared at me, gave me five gulden and then left. I felt rich! I jumped with joy! Now I realized what a fortune my grotto was worth, and I decided never to use it for “charity” again. As I was about to leave, Zenzi came in with a tall young man. As she passed me in the kitchen, she' hurriedly whispered: “Wait a minute, don't go yet.” The man also said in a weak, trembling voice: “Yes, I beg of you, do that!” Zenzi came out of the room, calling me: “Come in, he will take the both of us. He pays well. This will be some sport, you will see! But you must do everything that I tell you.”

As we stepped back into the room, the young man got up. He was very pale and haggard. A black, full beard made him look even paler. He had sad, dark eyes. He bowed low when Zenzi introduced me. “This is my friend Josephine.” I was surprised at the stern, somber way in which she said this, but I was even more surprised when the young man took my hand and kissed it. I had to laugh. I thought it a joke. But she nudged me, saying: “Don't laugh! Stay serious!”

The young man raised his head, saying, as though he were afraid of me: “So young, my esteemed lady, and so noble!” Zenzi cut him short with: “Hold your tongue!” He seemed frightened, stammering: “Pardon me!” “Shut up!” Zenzi continued angrily. “Speak only when you are spoken to!” I hardly recognized Zenzi. Her smiling face had changed so. It was now dark and stern. “Undress yourself!” she ordered him. “But, no,” he remonstrated, “no, it is not time for that yet!” “What then?” asked Zenzi, perplexed. “The questions are first,” he whispered. “You are right!” She then tapped her forehead and walked back and forth before him, a dark, gloomy expression on her face. She called to him: “You vagabond-you dog-you rowdy-you surely have been thinking of me again, haven't you?”

He stammered: “My dear countess-I could not help it-I had to think! Oh, dear!” She interrupted him, saying: “Confess this instant what you thought!” He stammered again: “My dear Countess, you can read my heart. You know what I thought!” “You pig-you miserable pig-!” she thundered. “You thought of my grotto-of my titties-you whore-master-confess!” “I confess!” he answered quietly. “You thought-you miserable object”-she continued, in the same fierce tone-“that you would like to lie on top of me-that I would spread my legs apart and you would put your shaft into me!-You scoundrel!-you thought that you were poking me and playing with my breasts!-Confess, you miserable wretch!” Folding his hands and begging, he said: “Yes, worthy Countess, I confess all!” “Are you not ashamed of yourself, before the Princess?” said Zenzi, pointing to me. “Yes, I am ashamed indeed,” he said eagerly, slowly raising his hands to me. “Kneel!” commanded Zenzi. Immediately throwing himself on his knees, he now meekly said: “Forgive me, dear Countess, I crave your pardon also!” “No!” said Zenzi angrily, “there will be no pardon. First your punishment!” Blushing slightly, he stuttered: “Yes, first the punishment!” “Undress yourself I” ordered Zenzi. Quickly he undressed. His body was exceedingly white. He stood before us hike a whipped cur, with lowered head. Finally he nodded to me. I nodded back. “Just wait, you thief!” Zenzi said, undressing. “You shall see us naked. You may look at the Princess, but you will not touch her!” Naked she stepped in front of him her head held high, her eyes sparkling and lips trembling. She seemed nervous and excited. She rubbed her breasts against his body and rubbed her belly against his. She had me do the same. The man looked at us sadly, his arms at his side, not moving. He made no attempt to touch either one of us. An electric shock seemed to go through me as I rubbed my titties against him. When I rubbed my grotto against his hair, his skin was as soft as velvet and burning hot. But I noticed that his shaft hung down lifeless. What nonsense! I thought: when will this all stop? When will we poke? I was getting very passionate. Zenzi soon drew me away: “Now the punishment, you pig!” she said. He anxiously followed her movements with his eyes. She went to the trunk and took out two switches. “Do you know these you damned devil?” she asked, swinging the switches.

“Yes I know them, most worthy Countess!” he sobbed. “And do you know what is going to happen now, you whore-master?” “Now, the punishment, worthy Countess,” he replied, breathing fast. “Punish me!” And, turning to me, he said: “Most exalted Princess, you will also punish me!” Zenzi handed me one of the switches, and whispered: “Now hit-hit hard!” To him she called: “Out of the corner, you thief!” With one cut of the switch, she struck him across the chest, raising a heavy, red welt. He jumped, and, astonished, I noticed that his lance stood erect. “Do you feel that, you thief?-You ribald robber! You louse!-You vagabond!” she said, whipping with all her might, using a new name at every stroke. His chest and stomach got redder all the time. “Yes, I feel it, worthy Countess!” he moaned. “And I thank you for this punishment! I thank you! Punish me some more-harder!-And you, Princess -why don't you punish me?” “Whip him,” Zenzi shouted. I raised my switch, touching him lightly. I was frightened, but he whispered: “Oh, Princess! I know that I am unworthy, but please punish me harder-harder!” I did as he asked and I began to enjoy the game.

“Thank you! Thank you!” he stammered. “Shut up!” commanded Zenzi. We now kept time. Zenzi whipping his breast, belly and legs while I belabored his back, which was soon fiery red. The more we whipped, the more excited we got and the more enjoyment he seemed to derive from it. He stood trembling and talking: “Forgive me- forgive me-I will not think of your beautiful breasts again; forgive me, Princess, your breasts are so beautiful and hard-but I will never do it again -Oh, the torture-the pain-but I dreamed that I tore your maiden head, worthy Countess, but I know one must not do that-I imagined that I poked the Princess; I know that that is wrong-I know-Oh, forgive me-!” “Kneel!” Zenzi ordered. He got to his knees and moaned: “I lay in dust before you!-Destroy me!-Have no mercy on me! -Kill me!-I am repentant!” “You may kiss my feet!” Zenzi growled. He stooped and covered her feet with kisses. Zenzi at the same time continued whipping him across the back. He moaned: “Oh Countess, at your feet-I am your dog-your slave-!” “Kiss my grotto-you have insulted the Princess,” Zenzi ordered. Raising to his knees, he buried his face between her legs. “You dirty dog! Prison bird!-Pick-pocket!-she shouted, pounding his shoulders and back with her switch. “Will the Princess also allow me?” he asked.

“First you must beg!” said Zenzi. Turning to me, he pleaded: “Please-please-exalted Princess?” “Now sit up nice,” said Zenzi.

He sat up like a puppy. I wanted to laugh, but Zenzi stopped me with a look. “Now, go to her,” said she as she pushed him.

Crawling on his hands and knees he started to kiss my feet. As his hot lips touched me, a flush went through me. I began whipping his back until small drops of blood appeared on the blue surface, but I kept on as his lips tickled me. “Exalted Princess,” he whispered, “never again will I insult you-even in thought. Punish me-you are cruel, but righteous-I suffer gladly-I deserve it!” “Now, her grotto!” shouted Zenzi. He raised his head, kissing me all over. Each touch of his hot lips seemed to pierce my heart. Just {hen he buried his face in my lap, always kissing, but he did not use his tongue. I was now so aroused that I forgot to whip. I was busy with my own emotions. He stopped at once. Zenzi coming closer, commanded: “Get up!” “End this, worthy Countess-end my suffering- you cruel one-” he begged. “Very well,” she answered, “I will. Now, who do you want in front?-the Princess or me?” “Please-the Princess-if she will do me the honor!” Then Zenzi showed me what was expected of me. “You take his bag like this,” said she, standing in front of him. “Then you squeeze hard, but not the eggs. Just above-where it grows to his body. With the other hand you switch his feet and his legs and wherever else you happen to stroke.”

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