Venus in India

Venus in India, or Love adventures in Hindustan is a pornographic novel by the pseudonymous "Charles Deve(u)re(a)ux" (variously spelled in the different editions; the very first one has "Deveureux") published by Auguste Brancart in Brussels in 1889. It purports to be the autobiography of a British Army officer serving on the North West Frontier of India, describing his erotic adventures with Lizzie Wilson and the three daughters of Colonel Selwyn. His wife Louie remains in England. He sometimes refers to Théophile Gautier's Mademoiselle de Maupin during the narrative which is set during the third Afghan War. It is divided into two volumes and the content of a third volume is occasionally referred to in the text but this was never published. The real author is thought to be Major Crommelin Henry Ricketts, who retired from the 5th Cavalry (Madras Staff) in 1871 after 21 years' service. Quotes Sourced from the 1969 reprint by Sphere Books (with an introduction by Ronald Pearsall) The nights, too, were brilliantly lighted by the moon, of which the splendor can hardly be imagined by those who have never seen that luminary in the East. Vol. 2 (p. 153) I shivered when I saw that sweet, sweet slit, that holy land all smeared with blood, and a thick drop oozing from its lowest point of entrance. My God! My God! She had then been raped, outraged, ravaged. And by a blasted, cursed and never too-much-damned stinking, filthy, lousy Afghan. . . . What if within those so lately virgin portals were lodged the accursed spawn of a loathsome Afghan! What if, as might be the ease if she lived, that lovely little belly were to swell to become the mother, the mould of a child to be looked upon with horror and dismay! Oh! what should I do! Suddenly the idea struck me to endeavor to prevent such a terrible catastrophe by opening the beauteous gates of the temple, and trying to coax the beastly slime to flow out. No sooner thought of than done. I did not hesitate! I passed my trembling middle finger into that softness, until my knuckles prevented further ingress. To my inexpressible joy I discovered that Fanny had not been ravished. The close little maidenhead was distinctly there, unbroken, unscathed! Vol. 2 (p. 156) A standing yard has no conscience, said the proverb, and for that, mine was worse than standing! Vol. 2 (p. 161) All took place so rapidly that I cannot attempt to imitate time in my very true history. I dashed at the villain who withdrew his glistening black ram from poor Amy's bottom so suddenly that it made a "pop" like a cork coming out of a bottle. He reared himself upright, seized a long knife from off the bed where he had placed it ready for use before he had begun buggering the poor girl, and with a shout of triumphant defiance, and the expression of a fiend courting further victory, he rushed to me crying out, "Ah! ha! Bahin chut! I eri ma ki chut!" (Sister's slit! thy mother's slit! Terms of abuse used by the gentle Hindoo and savage Afghan in common, meaning that he who addresses you has defiled and poked both your sister and your mother.) "I have poked and buggered your sister—I will now bugger thee also!"   In my rage I roared in reply, "I'll be buggered if you do!" quite an unnecessary piece of bad language on my part, because had the ruffian succeeded, I, of course, would have been buggered. Vol. 2 (p. 162) External links Category:Erotic novels