Anonymous - The altar of VVenus - The Making of a Victorian Rake

So close did they maintain their embrace during this striking and really beautiful dance, that not for a single instant had their sexual parts been visible, but their undulations, the interweaving of thighs and legs was hughly suggestive and the emotional effect upon the spectators was apparent.

The exhibition reaches its climax with one of the dancers swaying backward, supported by the arms of her companion who lowers her to the floor and then throws herself upon the recumbent figure with wild, and frantic lust. The bodies blend together as mouth to mouth, breast to breast, and clitoris to clitoris the Sapphic union is consummated.

The applause is generous and most of us would have appreciated an encore, but the dancers, after acknowledging the applause, stand for a moment facing us, favoring us for the first time with an unobstructed view of their lithe bodies, then run behind the curtain. The stage is again in darkness. The white curtain is lowered, and before us appears the lustful, cruel face of the man who has paid five hundred francs for Eva' s hymen. He stands, rapt in ecstatic lubricity, before the door in which she is confined, peering through the secret panel at the girl who, unconscious of his scrutiny, is lying naked on the bed, her face covered with one white forearm.

He closes the panel, and inserts the key in the lock of the door. Eva hears this sound; as the door opens, she springs from the bed.

" Oh! Who are you?" she gasps, too terrified for the moment to remember her nudity.

The man, as though unwilling to lose a single detail of the delicious spectacle, closes the door behind him without removing his gaze from her body. He stands there gloatingly feasting his eyes on the delectable vision of her young loveliness until Eva, awakening suddenly to the significance of his steady gaze, seizes a sheet from the bed and jerks it toward her in an effort to drape her naked body.

Something in the eyes of the man standing before her acquaints her with the desperate nature of her circumstances, and of the futility of words. She darts across the room, beats the wall with her fists, screaming:

" Help! Help! Help!"

Up to this moment he had simply stood looking at her, and even now, as she beats upon the wall with her fists and desperately calls for succor, he makes no effort to silence her. When, breathless and exhausted, the first furor of her efforts to secure the protection which will never cme had died down, he said:

" Calm yourself my little beauty. There is no use yelling. Nobody can hear you. This room was fixed especially for noisy little girls."

Eva stares at him wide- eyed with terror, and he continues:

" It isn' t going to hurt! Be nice and I' ll make you a pretty little present! Look:" and thinking to awaken her cupidity, he withdraws a roll of currency from his picket. But ah, not all the money in the world would have impressed Eva at this moment. Trembling like a frightened dove in a trapper' s hands, she thinks of nothing but the security of her little room in Paris. She stares at him uncomprehendingly, and again raises her arms to beat upon the wall.

" Come! Come!" exclaims the man, now beginning to show annoyance, and at the same moment he lunges toward her.

Eva shrieks, slips from his grasp, and starts toward the other side of the room. The covering she had draped around her body trails on the floor about her feet. She steps on it in her flight, trips, and falls on her hands and knees. In the confusion, the treacherous folds fall open, revealing her round white thighs and naked bottom. Galvanized to action by the sight, her persecutor moves swiftly and before she can get to her feet, lifts her, kicking, struggling and screaming, in his arms. Carrying her across the room he sits down on the edge of the bed, and holding her on his knees, strips the sheet from her clasp and throws it aside.

" Now, little wild cat, kick and squeal till you get tired!"

Eva' s frantic efforts to liberate herself from his clutch avail her nothing; he subjects her as easily as though she were a babe in arms. Nevertheless, she continues to struggle until her strength is exhausted. Finally, she relaxes. Her eyes close, and from beneath their lashes, big tears emerge, and trickle slowly over her cheeks.

" Now you' re coming to your senses. There is no use fighting. You' ll like it after you' ve had it once!"

Gloatingly, he passes a hand over her firm little breasts, and down over the smooth surface of her stomach and thighs. Eva remains motionless in his arms, apparently in a state of apathetic surrender. But suddenly she becomes aware of a profane hand insinuating itself between her legs. Again she comes to life, and with renewed energy endeavors to defend the sanctity of this most intimate part of her body. A hopeless effort, for the man, his passions aroused by the sight and contact of her naked body, rudely restrains her, and imprisoning her two wrists in one hand, forces his knee between her legs to separate them. Having accomplished this, he places his free hand squarely over her cunt.

Eva lies in his arms, rigid, frozen, her eyes wide and staring. The hand of her tormentor begins to move back and forth, he is rubbing and squeezing her genitals – genitals which never before had known contact of a male hand before. And now, a coarse finger is inserted between the scarlet folds. After a momentary exploration it is withdrawn. A smile of satisfaction crosses his face. The madame has not deceived him. The entrance to Eva' s vagina is sealed so tightly that scarcely his finger tip can be introduced within the tiny aperture.

The man- tiger is mentally licking his chops in anticipation of the feast he is about to enjoy. He lays her upon the bed, and begins to divest himself of his clothing. Coat and vest are laid aside, shoes are unfastened and removed. He strips off his shirt, trousers, underwear. His hairy formidable body is now in complete nudity. An enormous cock, foreskin drawn back and head exposed, projects in rigid, menacing erection.

Eva, unwinking, petrified, her face a frozen mask of terror, seems to see without comprehending. He advances toward the bed. She recoils at his touch and throws herself to the opposite side of the bed, moaning:

" No! No! No!"

He seizes her in his arms. There is a confusion of kicking legs and naked forms. Eva is making a last and final effort to save herself from the ignominious violation.

Her strength is not equal to the task. In a last gesture to protect her sexual flower from the enemy, she manages to twist about under her assailant, and lies upon her stomach, face down, her legs tightly locked together. The man, aroused to a fury of lubricity by her desperate resistance, mercilessly pulls her legs apart, and places himself on his knees between them. The last defenses are going down. He slips his hand under her abdomen, lifting her so that her bottom is projected upward. Eva clustches at the iron frame of the bed, then, as her grasp is torn away, at the mattress, the coverings: but her strength is gone. Her body yields. Her face is buried in the bed coverings, but her hips are elevated in the air and between the cheeks of her bottom something hard, rigid and host is prodding, searching: he is going to put it in her from behind, dog fashion.

He lifts her bottom a bit higher and presses his hairy legs closer to the white flesh. The hand under her stomach is feeling and groping. He is endeavoring to place the head of his cock in the strategic spot.

" No! No! No!"

" Oh! You' re hurting me!"

" Oh, don' t! Please don' t!"

And her exclamations rise to a shriek of anguish, indicated on the small script, beginning with small letters, which increase in size, terminating in immense figures which cover half the screen.