Fallen woman, red in cloth with the mind-set of
Duclos,
Eager to please, coins dropped at her feet as she fed them.
Jezebel, an aptly named harlot requiting all manner of sin,
Delving into the unnameable without remorse, only gin.
House of crimson, known only to the wealthiest gentlemen,
Expenses high, enslaving the innocent fortune seekers,
Trained in the blackest and most provocative arts.
The basis of her own career, where the new girl starts.
Poor pious Renee, bastard of the righteous archbishop,
Sold to Jezebel for a fair price. Brushed away like crumbs.
Taught reluctantly to please the good gentlemen well, Despising every touch, flinching away from each swell.
Desade enlists a pair for his palace, sends a luxury carriage.
Renee and Jezebel driven under the shroud of a cruel moon,
To a province without law, just one man’s constitution,
He is angered by Renee’s prayers for a swift retribution.
Duke Desade leads them to his ghastly, fortified chateau,
And the portcullis is drawn, and the heavy door bolted.
There in begins a cruel banquet; a meal for three, Servings raw and unbaked with debauched atrocity.
Jezebel; a timely connoisseur of such culinary delights,
Offers herself willingly and offers her slave abundantly.
Arms pulled up to the ceiling Renee’s naked body starved,
As she yearns to be fed, her precious, pious skin is carved.
Still, she prays, rising Desade’s vexation,
But bites her lip with stubborn indignation,
Jezebel laughs, playing with sick imagination, Much to the Duke’s amusement and depraved sensation.
Shutters censor daylight confusing the white mare, Branded, for his pleasure and on Jezebel’s whim,
Crying out for greater punishment for the praying sin!
Jezebel comes under the Duke’s protection, not the pony!
Finally released and fed, she falls to her saintly knees, The position gives the twisted man a reason to be pleased.
Taking Jezebel, he leaves the weakened beast supine. Taking Jezebel, greatest pleasure for one so wellversed,
Knowing only the filly will be coldly rigid in the hearse.
Mustering a final strength, Renee battles her woeful ills,
Clambers to her feet, seeking an exit in their absence, As the lusty duo indulge further with sparkling absinthe.
From stony wall to barricaded window Renee flies, Not realising the open door is no coincidence. Escaping with newfound strength she flees into the woods,
Hounds released with pleasure, for the libertine whore traded her goods.
