An inch-thick patch of shit covered her sweet little asshole

[Marquis de Sade]

One day little Eugénie, who was becoming more familiar with the rest of
us and whom six months in the whorehouse had only rendered all the
prettier, Eugénie, I say, one day accosted me and lifting her skirts,
bade me look at her ass. "Do you see, Duclos, how Fournier wants me to
keep my behind today?"

An inch-thick patch of shit covered her sweet little asshole.

"And why does she want you to wear that?" I asked her.

"It's for the sake of an old gentleman who is coming this afternoon," she
explained, "and he expects a beshitted ass."

"Well, well," said I, "he'll be very pleased with you I'm sure, for yours
couldn't possibly be more thickly encrusted."

And she told me that Fournier's was the hand that had smeared her thus.
Curious to witness the impending scene, I flew to the spy hole as soon as
dear little Eugénie was summoned. The principal actor was a monk, but one
of those monks we call gros bonnets, a Cistercian, tall, heavy, vigorous,
and nearing sixty. He caresses the child, kisses her upon the mouth, and
demanding to know whether she is neat and clean, he hoists her petticoats
personally to verify a constant state of cleanliness whereof Eugénie
gives him full assurance, although knowing nothing could be further from
the truth; but she had been instructed so to speak to him.

"What's this, my little rascal?" exclaims the monk upon catching sight of
that formidable mess. "What? Do you dare tell me you are neat and tidy
when your ass is as filthy as this? Why, by the Virgin, I'm sure 'tis a
fortnight since this bum's been wiped. 'Tis very troubling indeed, for I
like things to be clean, I do, and it truly looks as if I had better look
into the situation."

While speaking he had deposited Eugénie upon a bed, knelt behind her
buttocks, and begun to pry them apart with both his hands. One would have
thought that, at the outset, he purposed simply to observe the state of
affairs, which caused him great surprise, but little by little he becomes
accustomed to things as they are, sees here a virtue where he had seen
only a fault before, sticks out his tongue and moves his head closer,
sets to polishing the gem, the clods and spots he removes, the pristine
object they conceal inflames his senses, his prick gets up, his nose,
mouth, and tongue seem simultaneously to be at work, his ecstasy appears
so delicious he is all but deprived of the power to speak, his fuck
finally mounts - he grasps his prick, frigs it, and as he discharges,
finishes cleaning that anus, which is now so fresh and pure one would
scarcely suppose it had been nasty no more than a minute or two before.

- - - - - -

"Regarde donc," me dit un jour la petite Eugénie, qui commençait à se
familiariser avec nous, et que six mois de bordel n'avaient rendue que
plus jolie, "regarde, Duclos," me dit-elle en se troussant, "comme Mme
Fournier veut que j'aie le cul toute la journée."

Et en disant cela, elle me fit voir un placard de merde d'un pouce
d'épaisseur, dont son joli petit trou de cul était entièrement couvert.

"Et que veut-elle que tu fasses de cela?" lui dis-je.

"C'est pour un vieux monsieur qui vient ce soir," dit-elle, "et qui veut
me trouver de la merde au cul."

"Eh bien," dis-je, "il sera content, car il est impossible d'en avoir
davantage."

Et elle me dit qu'après avoir chié, la Fournier l'avait barbouillée à
dessein. Curieuse de voir cette scène, dès qu'on appela cette jolie
petite créature, je volai au trou. C'était un moine, mais un de ceux
qu'on appelle des gros bonnets; il était de l'ordre des Cîteaux, gros,
grand, vigoureux et approchant de la soixantaine. Il caresse l'enfant, la
baise sur la bouche, et lui ayant demandé si elle est bien propre, il la
trousse pour vérifier lui-même un état constant de netteté qu'Eugénie lui
assurait, quoiqu'elle sût bien le contraire, mais on lui avait dit de
parler ainsi.

"Comment, petite coquine!" lui dit le moine en voyant l'état des choses;
"comment, vous osez me dire que vous êtes propre avec un cul de cette
saleté-là? Il faut qu'il y ait plus de quinze jours que vous n'ayez
torché votre cul. Voyez un peu la peine que ça me donne; car enfin, je
veux le voir propre, et il faudra donc d'après cela que ce soit moi qui
en prenne le soin."

Et en disant cela, il avait appuyé la jeune fille contre un lit et
s'était placé à genoux, en bas des fesses, en les écartant de ses deux
mains. On dirait d'abord qu'il ne fait qu'observer la situation; il en
paraît surpris; peu à peu il s'y apprivoise, sa langue approche, elle en
détache des morceaux, ses sens s'enflamment, son vit dresse, le nez, la
bouche, la langue, tout semble travailler à la fois, son extase paraît si
délicieuse qu'à peine lui reste-t-il le pouvoir de parler; le foutre
monte à la fin: il saisit son vit, le branle et achève en déchargeant de
nettoyer si complètement cet anus, qu'il ne semblait seulement plus qu'il
eût pu être sale un instant.


-- "The 120 Days of Sodom," by the Marquis de Sade (1785)