Hanns Heinz Ewers Alraune by Joe Bandel Read Free Book Online

voluptuously slurp up every shameful word. Then when
he was close to saying an especially repulsive word, he would throw
in “Your Highness” and savor with delight the titillation of the
delicious contrast.
    And how she listened to him! Her face was
becoming flushed, excited, almost trembling, sucking this Bordello
atmosphere in with all of her pores, as he unveiled what really
went on behind the thin scientific banner.
    “Do you only inseminate monkeys, Herr Privy
Councilor?” she asked breathlessly.
    “No,” he said, “also rats and Guinea pigs.
Would you like to watch, Your Highness, when I–”
    He lowered his voice, almost whispered.
    She cried, “Yes, yes! I must see it! Gladly,
very gladly! When?”
    Then she added with a slow, almost evil
dignity. “Did you know, Herr Privy Councilor, that nothing
interests me more than the study of medicine. I believe I would
have been a very talented doctor.”
    He looked at her and grinned widely, “No
doubt, Your Highness.”
    And he thought, that she certainly would have
been a much better Bordello Mother. But he was satisfied; he had
his little fish hooked safely on his line.
    Then he continued again about his new breed
of rose and the camellias at his castle on the Rhine. It was so
troublesome for him, and he had only taken possession of it as a
favor. The location was such an excellent one and the view–Perhaps
when her Highness finally decided to buy a place she might–
    Princess Wolkonski decided herself, without
any hesitation at all.
    “Yes, certainly Herr Privy Councillor, yes,
certainly, naturally I will take your castle!”
    She saw Frank Braun going past and called out
to him, “Hey, Herr Studious! Herr Studious! Come over here! Your
uncle has promised that I can observe one of his experiments. Isn’t
that delightfully charming? Have you already seen what he
does?”
    “No,” said Frank Braun. “I’m not at all
interested.”
    He turned to go away but she grabbed him by
the arm and stopped him.
    “Give me a cigarette! Oh, and, yes, a glass
of champagne please.”
    She shivered in hot desire, beads of sweat
crept over her massive flesh. Her crude senses had been whipped to
a frenzy from her shameless talk with the old man. Her passion
needed a goal, a target, and it broke over the young fellow like a
huge wave.
    “Tell me, Herr Studious,” her breath panted,
her mighty breasts threatened to leap out of her dress. “Tell me,
do you believe that–that–Herr Privy Councilor–his science–his
experiments with artificial insemination–does he do it with people
as well?”
    She knew very well that he didn’t, but she
needed to say it before she could get to what she really wanted
with this young, fresh and handsome student.
    Frank Braun laughed, instinctively
understanding what she had in mind.
    “But of course, Your Highness,” he said
lightly. “Most certainly! Uncle is already working on it, has
discovered a new procedure so refined that the poor woman in
question is not even aware of it. Not at all–until she wakes up one
beautiful day and discovers that she is pregnant, probably in the
fourth of fifth month!
    Be very careful Your Highness, keep a
watchful eye on Herr Privy Councilor. Who knows, you might already
be–”
    “Heaven Forbid!” screamed the princess.
    “Yes, it could happen,” he cried. “Wouldn’t
it be very unpleasant? When you have done absolutely nothing to
make it happen!”
    Crash! Something fell off the wall, fell on
Sophia, hitting the housemaid right on the head. The maid screamed
out loud and in her fright dropped the silver tray she had been
serving coffee on.
    “A shame about the beautiful silver service,”
said Frau Gontram calmly. “What happened?”
    Dr. Mohnen immediately took a quick look at
the crying housemaid, cut a strand of hair away, washed the gaping
edges of the wound and stopped the bleeding with a yellow Iron
Chloride wad. He didn’t forget to pat the beautiful girl on the
cheeks and