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Fanny, exhausted, powerless to resist, drinks the liqueur that was poured into her half-open mouth.
"Ha, ha!" cries Gamiani in a triumphant voice, "now you are mine!" Her glance had something infernal in it.
Kneeling between Fanny's legs, she strapped on her terrible instrument and brandished it with a menacing air.
When she saw it, Fanny's convulsive movements redoubled in intensity. An internal fire seemed about to consume her and stimulated her to frenzy. Her widespread thighs prepared with an effort to receive the monstruous model of a priapus.
The mad thing! She had hardly accepted the terrible martyrdom when a strange convulsive movement made her start from side to side.
FANNY
Ah, my God, oh, dear me! That liqueur is burning my entrails. Ah how it pains me, how it burns me… Oh, I am going to die! Vile damned witch, you have got me… you have got me now… ah!
Gamiani, heedless of her cries of anguish
