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I know such freedom, and in the words of my tongue: j'accuse!I know the freedom to watch a wife's humiliation, of enduring it, of watching dirty men's hands playing with her buttons, laces and zips, caressing her skin, their cocks exploding in her holes and pounding her pussy like canons. Clods of mortar fix my prison and layers of limestone protect it, unyielding and impermeable - and I'm glad. I cry out and shriek to the Gods - deny me my freedom!What interest have I in watching strangers torturing my wife, striking her with whips and tearing at her skin, in hearing her cries and being unable to help her?"Look at how he's enjoying it," they sneer, pressing their paws into the jaws of her sex. They tickle her slit. They kiss and lick and pinch her pearl with their nails. "Look at how his knob throbs for release! Look how purple and bulbous it stands! Let's thrust it into her mouth while we fuck her! Maybe she'll suck him and he'll cum!"Oh God! Have mercy on this wretch and deny m
RED HOT Starved Beast
Should I hurt her? Should I play with her like a cat with a bird, teasing her garments from her body as if with a knife?It's an idea and I could if I wanted. Have you ever been tempted to do something like that, I mean if you had the power and there were no one to stop you? Most men have. They dream of it. They imagine the power."I ... I don't know," she babbles, horror and foreboding churning in her stomach. "F ... father said this was a safe place, that I should come here if ... if ... I had to and there were no alternative ... but ... mon dieu. This isn't safe ... It's beneath human creation and I don't understand why I'm here. Oh Papa! Papa! What have you done?"She lifted her dress and examined her knee, using her petticoats to shield her stocking as a Matador would use a cape with a bull. But I managed to side step her guard and I peered at her knee and the heaven above it, the red garter and the bare white thigh and the flash of pink silk. But because I did so she called me i
RED HOT Starved Beast
I tipped my head casually to the side as a gentleman does when he's standing before a lady, because the woman in the bright red dress was in front of me, frightened, covering her pretty little breasts with her arms. "Who's chasing you?" I growled, staring at her dress while wondering how best to remove it. I hesitated, and then I smiled, imagining it gone. "What have you done, my lady?" I drawled. "Have you broken the law or something? There must be a powerful reason for you to have fled here.""I've done nothing!" she protested, blushing in sweet, girlish confusion because I was peering at her tits and apparently this wasn't good manners.I reminded myself that I must be patient, and that while I wanted to undress her and study every inch of her flesh close-up, touch it and hump her, I mustn't be rude. Good manners are the foundation of a polite society and these manners shouldn't be ignored simply because a man is divorced from it.Patience is a virtue.I tried again."Why are you r
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"I told you what happened, monsieur. They started with the servant girls because they wanted to prolong the misery for those such as myself of the upper classes. So these less fortunate women were told to undress and forced to the ground." She was breathing deeply, puffing out her cheeks. "I saw three men attacking one girl. Can you believe that? While one of them was attacking her from the front another would be doing it from behind, in the rear - you imagine such a thing? It was terrible. I'd not known that a man could do such a thing. And another one had his thing in her mouth. Can you imagine? They were like animals. Worse. They did it in the streets and the gutters with people watching, and there were boys joining in: young boys attacking grown women and doing it just because they were allowed to. And then, when they were finished with the rape, they did worse."She paused because she was finding it difficult to talk now. Her voice was faint, shaky and broken. Her poise was haph
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I reflected that this was a pointless, futile exclamation, but before I could make my respectful observation, even as I slithered along the ground in the direction of her voice, she added plaintively: "Down here. You don't know what's been going on in the world, how terrible things have become. Of course not. How could you know, but, France is not what she was. There's been a revolution and it's dangerous out there for the rich and for those with property or title. There have been changes that you wouldn't believe, so many changes. And there's been bloodshed. The king is dead and our nation has become a republic, and everywhere is terror."I stopped, my fingers and toes curling in the gravel, caught in the middle of their journey, my belly hovering and hesitating in mid air. What could I say? Incredible? Bizarre?I never would have expected it and I was in awe: silenced.A revolution? I tilted my head. What kind of revolution did she mean? I didn't know because the world on the other
RED HOT Starved Beast
For some minutes we sat in separate kaleidoscopes of emotion, not knowing what either should do. Her expression was cautious yet careful - although unfortunately not lustful - yet it did contain angst and the beginnings of empathy, and I sensed that it was born of something hidden within her soul that maybe I could foster. I was a brute and she was a lady, and yet there was an unspoken contradiction that connected us - something indeterminate, intuitively innate and incandescent, something spiritual, and because of it, she seemed to relax.She took the weight from her leg and sat upon a large boulder. She was still a little distance from me but she was calmer, lighter, but still half in darkness and half in reflection of the light. "I know what it's like to lose someone you love," she sniffed somberly, looking around and studying the layout of my home, admiring its domed ceiling and its thousands of dagger like stalactites.The fact that she was looking at it made me look too, and as
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But this stranger wasn't my daughter. My Christine was dead, and as I moved towards her, this one retreated and my hands instantly withdrew from the past. She and I were poles apart in a place where I was King and France was no longer a Republic.We were trapped in a claustrophobic underworld where there were no genteel ladies or polite tetes a tetes over tea. Here, my laws and decrees held sway, and women were whatever I wanted them to be: maids, gypsies, or nuns. Even aristocratic ladies were fit to be eaten. They would be befriended and conversed with. They could be charmed and seduced. They could be undressed and fucked, but in the end they'd be turned into meat.What else is a dead woman fit for in a Kingdom such as mine? What else can be done when there's no food apart from the rats, a few lizards and a handful of spiders. If I were squeamish then my prized flowers would wither and dry and become something pitiful and wasted and covered in maggots. They would become ugly, gaunt
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She trembled, cowering in front of me, and she glanced hopelessly towards the locked door. "Please!" she murmured. "Don't do this! Have mercy! You're better than this. Far better. I'm a lady!"I could smell her fragrant perspiration. It was running down her cleavage and mingling with the aroma of sandalwood in the damp, stale air of that cave. I could smell her nakedness and her fear."Christine!" I growled, worming my fingers between her arms and prodding her breasts. "I'm not playing with you! Quite the contrary. I'm going to fuck you and I don't care how long it takes. So first I want you to take off your things!"Still she didn't do anything, so I snarled at her, pretending to be angry. I grabbed her neck and twisted her around, using her neck to hoist her from the ground; and up she came, her veins bulging and her feet clawing at thin air. I raised my other arm with the rock and aimed it at her forehead, wondering how much force it would take to open her skull.Not much, I know f
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