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Yet there remained a contentment on Christine's face that ought not to have been there, a self-confidence that I remembered as having been in Isabelle, and I wondered and asked myself why she wasn't undressing.Her fingers tightened around my erection, both in promise and warning, and I tipped my head in ecstatic bliss because her hand was constricting around the base of my tool. Her nails were digging into the soft tissue and they were putting a brake upon my orgasm. I gasped. She had me in mid air, craving a release that wouldn't come. It had stopped, and she did nothing. She simply waited and slowly the tension grew inside of me."Papa said that once I was naked that you'd torture me, but he reckoned that I could endure it," she murmured. "He said that a woman's torture is heaven for a man, that her screams will turn him to putty!"She tossed her head almost dismissively, as if daring me to hurt her. But I didn't rise to that bait.I wasn't going to chase her.I would wait because
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But I wasn't thinking. I was reacting. Dear God, imagine it - after all these years, me, a humble peasant, about to fuck the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons! Raping her! Laying her down, tying her up and poking her holes!What a thought!But why not? Why shouldn't I do it?Shouldn't she pay for the atrocities of her father? Didn't she deserve to be punished? And maybe she'd like it.I took myself aside and calmed myself down. I took deep breaths. I shrugged, and when I came back, I stood in front of Christine and pointed towards the stone on which her clothes were to be placed. "This isn't about your father anymore," I said. "It's about me.""You, monsieur?""It's about what I want and what I need, and I need to fuck you."She nodded briefly, accepting fatalistically what I'd said, and very deliberately, she let go of my cock. She stood up and unfastened the cloth buttons on the left side of her dress. "You need to fuck me because it excites you and because it's been a long time," sh
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"What is there to say?" I stared up despairingly at the hanging stalactites through wet, misty eyes and I felt my soul inexorably drifting back to the lake."I ... I don't believe you, monsieur. Tell me, what are you hiding?"Hiding? Only that Isabelle had gone to the willows to bathe. She was a rich lady and rich ladies always went there because it was secluded. The area was inside the convent wall, out of bounds, and in any case, there was a nun to keep guard, Ann Marie.So, there I was, sixteen years of age, an orphan with a brother and three sisters to support. I was definitely a man, and like most young men I was curious about women, and so I slipped two coins into my pretty nun's palm and I slipped past her, down the narrow descending path towards the lake.I knew her, you see. She was not much older than me and we'd grown up together in the village and so I could take liberties that she wouldn't have permitted in anyone else, and therefore I knew that she wasn't a good, holy ki
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She was startled, thinking that I'd stumbled there by chance. She tried to cover herself, expecting me to turn and depart as any French Gentleman would, but I was sixteen. I was Rustic. I wasn't a Gentleman and so when I didn't do as she expected she became upset. She jumped up and called out. She shrieked and cried to the nun at the top of the hill, and she stretched for her clothes.But her Savior didn't come. Her Savior was my salaried accomplice. Her Savior was deaf. He was Judas, and so I nonchalantly tore the clothes from my traveler's hands and tossed them contemptuously away, throwing them to the air and I stood, tall, proud and manly, leering at her milky breasts and hair covered mound, at her white thighs and heaving shoulders.Abruptly, she screamed again and begged me to leave. She said she had money and she reached amongst her clothes and she brought out a purse and she tipped out a large number of coins.She held them as if from a disobedient child to a parent, pleading,
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"I came in from one side and the soldiers from the other and between us was Esme with a headless chicken in her hands and bowl of feathers between her feet. There were turnips and swedes piled on the table, cut up and seasoned and ready for the pot."'What's going on?' Esme cried, glancing one way and another while jumping to her feet and clattering against a bowl of soft dough, stunned, bemused, because the soldiers were swarming through the kitchen door with Isabelle and Ann Marie lifted between them. The first soldier through the door glanced at Esme scornfully and the second one scowled."'So, ' the first one spat, looking in my direction but talking to Isabelle. 'Is this the one that did it?'"She nodded."'And the others are his siblings?'"There was a moment's silence followed by a strangled 'Oui, ' as Ann Marie was kicked."The lead soldier walked imperiously between Adalyn, Nicolette and Esme, staring down at each of them in turn. Esme was last."'As of a week ago, ' he said.
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"That's what I am, what I did. I chose to cum inside Isabelle's mouth and after I'd cum, they said she was my wife and I chose to believe them."After that, my fate was sealed. You can't take a woman like that. Isabelle was rich and she had no business with me. None. It was only a matter of time before the Marquis found out the kind of wedding we'd had.As I finished speaking, I saw that Christine was sitting on the floor staring at me with high emotion and compassion, but what was she thinking?I stroked her neck, feeling the pulse of the veins. "You look so fetching, Christine, so adorable, and yet what can I say? Afterwards, my defiance crumbled and remorse was heavy, immediate and heartfelt; but too late. I begged the girls to forgive me. I promised to get Isabelle back to her family, to look after her, but it was too little, too late."Christine glanced up at me. I had my hand on the exposed part of her neck and yet she was trusting and open. I could see that she was wearing a li
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"The oil grew hot and mixed with my fluids and it evaporated, leaving a pleasing aroma to the room. You can imagine the rest, monsieur, how I felt. The humiliation and the pain, and yet, the overriding excitement of being looked at and admired. My father sat on his chair and he watched me and he listened to my screams, my writhing - my arousal - and the maid crouched in front of him and satisfied his member. She milked his juice with her mouth, but it was me that he was admiring; me: sizzling and howling, getting hotter and begging that he release me and yet shuddering from a final involuntary climax. It took a long time for me to understand what he'd done and to get over the embarrassment of how he'd made me feel. He never fucked me. He never went further. I am still a virgin just as I told you earlier, but he cooked me. Even now, as I think of it, my skin becomes tender."She slowly lifted the waist of her little chemise and parted her legs, deliberately showing me that her drawers
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I closed my eyes, and I recalled my long tranquil evenings with Isabelle after I'd begun spending her money: servants pampering to our every desire, plush rooms with spacious fireplaces, all bequeathed to me as an inheritance from the traveler and her gold.God, how beautiful Isabelle had been: healthy, well fleshed: every naked inch of her a lady, just as Christine was now. "I had money," I muttered, twisting my finger inside Christine's anus."Please, monsieur! I beg you! Torment me! Force me to bend to your will!""I had property, a pretty wife ... And then it was gone, lost forever.""But now you have me," Christine groaned, grinding her teeth to subdue a flood of emotion."Yes," I thought, jabbing my finger deep into her hole, doing so to hurt her, and her ass rocked and trembled each time that I did it. "Yes, I have you..."But she said nothing more. She was eager to please, almost the demure little whore apprenticed to a client.I liked that.There was also a pleasing curve to
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