Hey guys! We have finally past November in this sick tale and it's only going to get more disturbing down the road so it you have endured and feel you won't be able to go on by all means you can stop here and go somewhere more pleasant. By the way the Simple Passions in November is like what South Park would be if it wanted to be somewhat serious, you can imagine in your minds which kid would want to play one of the Masters (I imagine Cartmen would want to be the Duke when he should really be playing Durcet). If you're still here by all means enjoy this update!

As always a million thanks to demonbarber14 for being my beta!


At last November drew almost to a close and it was a perfect time for Julie to have one on one with Madam Duclos. Since this was the last day, the President, as well as the Duke thought it wise to 'practice' for the Complex Passions in December. The women to play the part of the virgin were Adelaide and Julie; who was going to pluck the mock cherry was still in debate, otherwise Julie and Adelaide were to be cleaned and not to be touched in a sexual manner. Adelaide was too happy to not be assaulted during her cleaning with Champville. Julie on the other hand had her own ideas.

Julie was being watched by Duclos. As much as Julie loved to feel grime free from not cleaning herself for a month she wished she could do it herself. No matter, she felt it was best to talk with the Duchess of Shit. "Madam, may I ask you a personal question?"

"Ask away."

"Did you really not shed a tear for your sister or were you just lying to entertain the Masters, Carol?" Duclos stopped her scrubbing and looked at Julie with surprise. Julie was expecting this to happen and had something terrible in mind too. After a moment of silence passed between the women Duclos asked in a frightened whisper, "How did you know my name?"

"Oh Carol," said Julie with a cunning smile. "You should know better then to bring personal things to a place were secrets are never hidden. I know everything about you, Carol. You maybe soulless, but certainly not heartless."

"I don't understand…."

"Cut the bullshit, Carol. You know exactly what I mean. For instance you said you didn't know your father and wouldn't have mind to kill your mother if you have the chance. Also you said you didn't mourn your lover being sold to a stranger who would kill her eventually. Well, I looked into your things last night while you were busy with the gender-confused Durcet. I saw the picture of a more innocent version of you on the lap of your real father. On the back of it, it said, I love you so much, Daddy."

"Stop it, you lying…" growled Duclos, but Julie continued with malice.

"That wasn't the only picture in the bag, in fact I've found a full sized scrapbook of them. About half of those pictures are of your sister or your mother, the other half is of your mother and your father together before either of you were born. You would have grown up with two loving parents but there is one problem, he's a Jew and she's a Catholic. The real people you should be hating are your grandparents for being anti-Semitic."

"Nothing but lies!"

"How about your sister, Ester or your lover Lucille? You wrote letters of forgiveness to both women that have never been sent. I can tell you were crying over those letters by the small dried tear stains on them from the past as well as the fresh ones from the present. You say you've never shed a tear, that your heart is made of stone. Well, I've actually found a crack in that stony heart." Duclos was silent for a moment then she slapped Julie in the face. The slap was hard, but, Julie had endured slaps to the face harder then that. For a moment Duclos finally looked her age, a first time Julie had ever seen her angry.

"You're going to be punished for this, you slut," insulted Duclos, pointing an accusing finger at her. "I'm going to make sure they'll punish you greatly you fat bitch!"

Without warning Julie pulled her in the tub and held her head in the water. Julie got out of the tub, still holding the Madam's head under water and pulled out a wash brush from the bath drawer. She had seen this done by her husband whenever a victim was being difficult. As of now, Carol was being difficult and new just what to do with difficult people

Julie pulled Carol up for air, "Tell me, Madam, since you love woman, are you still a virgin?" Duclos didn't answer and she didn't need to, Julie already knew the truth from her personal things. "I'm surprised none of the men ever plucked your flower and I think that's very unfortunate because when it comes to women with evil minds like mine we tend to get creative." Once again Duclos' head was submerged in the tub, pulled up her skirt and her vagina was penetrated for the first time by the handle of the brush. It only lasted a full minute but, in the case of Duclos or should we say Carol, it lasted a lifetime. Never in her whole career as a whore that she wished she would die. Just when she was about to see dark stars in her eyes Julie pulled her head out of the water and released her to the ground.

For the first time Carol felt her inferiority as a woman and felt ashamed. She looked up with tearful eyes into the unfeeling ones of Julie then looked down at her legs to see a small flow of blood streaming down her thigh. What irony, all this time she thought a man would rape her someday, but never in a thousand years would a woman do it. While Carol tried to cover her legs, Julie gave her a warning she'd never forget.

"That is only a taste of what will happen to you if you tattle on me. Not only will I rape you with something more dangerous then a brush handle I will make sure you suffer with each dying breath you inhale until you finally give up the ghost. Even then, Carol, my father as well as my husband would be more then glad to fuck your freshly rotting corpse from December and all the way to February and possible beyond till you're nothing but ash. So if I were you, Carol, I would keep that shitty mouth shut and make yourself pretty for your last day of storytelling. Are we crystal clear?"

Duclos nodded frantically with fearful eyes then left Julie to clean herself up. There was a reason Julie disturbed Duclos other than the need for privacy. The wife is considered the lowest creature in the eyes of a libertine and deserves no respect unless she proves otherwise. Duclos has a very nasty habit of putting Constance, Aline, even Adelaide in trouble for the pleasure of seeing them punished. As much as she didn't care for the brides (maybe a little for Aline) Julie was very determined not to be in the wrath of the Masters. Besides, it was about time the Duchess of Shit knew her place.

Once it was time for storytelling Duclos was as beautiful as ever and told her tale of debaucheries as if nothing had happened. Duclos was a great actress when it came to putting on a face but, Julie can see very well that she wasn't herself. Whenever her eyes would spot Julie they would dart away quickly with a brief hint of fear in them. Once the final Simple Passion was told Duclos stood up from her golden chair and spoke to the three storytellers to come. "Ladies, may your tales of libertinage be more energetic with better details of debauchery then my own. I will accept any punishment if I bored any of our dear Masters in any way possible." After her words of wisdom were spoken she turned to the audience and bowed with a welcome applause.

"Bravo, Bravo," cheered the Duke, "Your tale of Simple Passions may have been simple but you have told them beautifully." The Duke helped her from the stage with a kiss on the hand then a passionate one on the lips. At the dinner she was given a diamond tiara with a citrine necklace to go with it. Once it was time for the orgy only the female harem, the two brides Aline and Constance and lastly the storytellers except for Duclos were sent to bed. Durcet and the Bishop were given an option to watch if they wished, Durcet went to bed while the Bishop decided to stay for amusement sake. Julie knew the real reason why he was staying.

The first to play the virgin was of course going to be Adelaide. She was held down by four of the ugly hags while Duclos performed the ceremony in Latin. As for which Master was going to sacrifice the virgin, her own father was chosen. Julie was not surprised with this choice, Adelaide feared the Duke more then the President himself. As Julie watched the mock virgin sacrifice be preformed the Bishop was standing beside her while receiving fellatio from one of the male harem. His hand was groping her ass but his eyes were really on her breasts.

From the few times she slept with her Uncle (as well as oddly enjoyed it) she had gotten to know his preferred yet secret fetish for large breasts and lactation. He has shown her his scrapbook of tit photos, some of them had scars or bite marks while others were flawlessly perfect. He even showed a picture of her mother's luscious melons before taking a picture of her own then sticking it beside the photo of her mother. "Now I can imagine myself between you two," stated her uncle before they made love again. So far, her husband, nor any of the other Masters knew he was bisexual. She had no idea what her husband will say or do if he ever found out she was keeping a secret from him.

Once Adelaide was violated by the Duke as well as the four male harem members practiced on fucking pussy, it was her turn to play the virgin. There was no need for the hags to hold her down but it was part of the ritual. She stared at the ceiling blankly as Duclos chanted in Latin. Up in the ceiling was the painting of the Holy Virgin holding her Blessed Son in her arms. Julie wondered if Mary was actually raped by God like the Greek women before her. In her personal opinion she was but, that's doesn't send a good message to Christianity everywhere now does it? The sight of the Virgin was blocked by the sight of her husband. He may have been an old man but, she could see in his steel blue eyes that he was once young and beautiful. If she wasn't bound she would have touched his face but settled for a small yet unnoticeable smile.

Curvel may not have been her father, though he still made her gasp when he entered her. The only difference between her husband and her father was that she actually enjoyed the experience the whole way through with her husband. "Oh God….I feel like I'm about to fly out of my skin with pleasure," she moaned. Her rhythm began to match the pace with her lover, as the pleasure began to build up to its peak she screamed, "Let me go you old witches! I want to climb this filthy Satyr like a tree!" Either out of shock or command they let her free and embraced her dear husband.

Everyone in the sacrifice was stunned when they witness the act of Love being performed. The male harem starred in amazement, the four boys the President picked for the mock sacrifice hoped they would get a reaction like that in order to prove they were studly men. Duclos and the hags watched in puzzlement, they didn't know what Love was in its purest form and they probably never will. As for the Duke, he had an idea what it was but couldn't put a name for it and envied the President for the first time. The same could be said from the Bishop, the only difference between the two brothers was he knew exactly what it was and felt it three times in his life, the third time with Julie.

Once the President released his seed he lay her back down with a sweet kiss to her lips. When it was time for the four boys to have a turn with Julie she let the hags hold her down. Julie didn't feel anything from the chosen harem and didn't care when the boys finished in disappointment, she already had her fill of pleasure. Once the last young male spilt his seed it was time to retire with her lover no less. Before she went to be with the President she had a chance to look at her Uncle and thought she saw a shimmer of envy in his eyes.

Tonight it was only Travis and Julie with no one else. They were in the shower together cleaning the sex off of each other then went into their secret place to sleep. After a long moment of silence in the dark, Curvel spoke, "You shouldn't have embraced me like that; they'll get suspicious."

"I was in the moment of ecstasy, I couldn't help it."

"Still, it's better to control yourself at least when it comes to me. You being my wife you're suppose to hate me not love me."

"I'll keep that in mind, I promise to avoid you whenever I can and pretend to loathe you like the scum of the earth." Another moment of silence then Julie asked, "What will happen if they found out about our 'little bird'?" Curvel slide his hand over her womb. Ever since finding out the pregnancy they've been in debate on weather they should keep the child or not. Abortion couldn't be done; they didn't have the proper tools to do it without harming the mother. They could easily disguise the pregnancy as part of her weight, "Finally I have an excuse to eat more," joked Julie once. So far the bump wasn't noticeable but they both worried what would happen if the baby started kicking and one of the Masters found out. So far, Curvel hoped this pregnancy would go unnoticed so she wouldn't suffer the same fate as Constance.

"Hopefully they'll never know, Julie. I just know for certain that once the child is born he or she will not be raised by us, we're not exactly good candidates for parenting."

"I know that," whispered Julie, feeling sad. She didn't want to be a mother in the first place yet why did she feel sad? Curvel turned her on her back, kissed the tears from her eyes and suckled the milk their child will never drink. Thus, the end of November.