Les obligations terriblement exténuantes du nouveau Bey de Troussy-en-Cuisse...

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40 000 mots

33 dessins (1 en couleurs)

ISBN:978-2-491740-14-6

 

 Flavie was pitying the unfortunate Madame Cochonnet. She had obviously fallen into a trap, trying to save her and her family. The poor woman was blank when she started to remove her pants. 

   As soon as the lower part of her body was naked, Monsieur Bouzid grabbed her by the thighs and started fondling her buttocks. Madame Cochonnet jumped in a threatening attitude.

   “What? You dare?”

   In complete ignorance of her protest, Monsieur Bouzid introduced a finger into her rear hole.

   “To think,” he said, “that you have put me in prison for this, an offense which just became a consideration very much craved for … and, of course, now perfectly legal. And you dare refusing to be seen and touched by a Phoenic adept from a M.E.C. nation, knowing how deeply disrespectful it is! I was willing to be accommodating about it, but you leave me no choice!”

   She backed off to avoid his grip.

   A blonde policewoman in uniform with bare buttocks walked out of the crowd.

   “You are under arrest for a racist outrage,” she said to the inspectrice, “I just witnessed how you broke a very serious religious sacrosanctity. Be aware that the penalty in Phoenic Law puts an immediate mortgage on your body to the benefit of the victim. How do you want to pay the 200 dinars?”

   “What? How could I find more than 30,000 euros right now?” Madame Cochonnet replied in panic, “It is an obvious entrapment, I demand a lawyer!”

   “You are entitled to it, yes, even if your chances are weak for such an outrage,” the policewoman said, “who do you pick?”

   “Right now? But I don’t know any lawyer in the surroundings!”

    “The Law stipulates that you have ten minutes to present your lawyer in such a serious case of racist insult, or you’ll be represented by the victim of your crime.”

   “It’s an infamous trap!” Madame Cochonnet protested, “it’s not a coincidence that this should happen a day after the passing of that international treaty, and in the presence of an officer of the Law who was never around during my weeks of stakeout? You’re the perfect image of a zealous ass-kisser. Are you proud to do the dirty job of people who want to reduce you and your progeny to an animal status?”

   “It’s the second time that you accuse me of entrapment and partiality!” the policewoman said, “And now you deliberately insult my religion and me. It’s your loss. I hereby pronounce an instant condemnation to indenture of 500 dinars, payable immediately, for racist remarks and behavior, display of rancid ex-colonial superiority toward a citizen of a M.E.C. country by denial of body disclosure. And I add an outrage to an officer of the Law! How do you plead?”

    “As the new legal representative of that racist bitch, I plaid ‘guilty’” Monsieur Bouzid said in haste. 

    “Perfect!” the policewoman replied, “she gets out of it easily, if you want my opinion. I hereby declare you, Chantal Cochonnet, property, body and soul, of your victim, Lord Hamid Bouzid, citizen of Wonderbourg and Phoenic tutelary divinity.”

   The policewoman went away as fast as she had appeared.

   “That’s great, Chantal my pet!” Monsieur Bouzid said, rubbing her naked belly greedily and moving his finger slowly into her anus, “I take good care of my property, you’ll see. And after all, we’re old friends, aren’t we?”