the last morsel had disappeared, Œnothea, half-drunk by this time, looked at me and said, “We must now go through with the mysteries, so that you may get back your virility.’’)
CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHTH. (As she said this (Œnothea brought) out a leathern dildo which, when she had smeared it with oil, ground pepper, and pounded nettle seed, she commenced to force, little by little, up my anus. The merciless old virago then anointed the insides of my thighs with the same decoction: finally mixing nasturtium juice with elixir of southernwood, she gave my genitals a bath and, picking up a bunch of green nettles, she commenced to strike me gently all over my belly below the navel. The nettles stung me horribly and I suddenly took to my heels, with the old hags in full pursuit. Although they were befuddled with wine and lust they followed the right road and chased me through
