A lady’s tale

[mya]

Paulette

“Oui ma petit “Chatte” ,ils y a C’est, C’est Bonne, mais a man has needs so be a good “Chatte” and take me into your sweet mouth, Kiss and suckle my balls, lick my cock like it was a party ice, Then suckle it till I cum deep in your throat…….and you will drink every last drop.” His voice suddenly went icy.

It took Paulette a moment to comprehend what he had asked of her. For a moment she thought he was joking, but his tone was very serious. Paulette’s smile faded. “Take you…your, ummmm…manhood? Into my mouth? I will NOT. That is not natural…it is dirty!” she said with shock. She gagged at the thought of his hairy cock and balls in her mouth, especially when she thought of him ejaculating into her mouth. She pressed her hands to his chest as she began to push away from him, preparing for flight.

 

[cgraven]

“Take you…your, ummmm…manhood? Into my mouth? I will NOT. That is not natural…it is dirty!”

Ther was fire in Paulette’s no Amelie’s eyes Michelle could here the unspoken A proper Lady” in the haughty tone of her voice. His fingers immediately entwined in Paulette’s golden tress as He dainty pushed against his chest. Crudely he hauled her to her feet, here pitiful struggles no match for his strength as Michelle dragged her to the sacrificial alter by her hair screaming all the way. He swept the struggling little virgin into his arms, her lithe fist pound dig on his chest. Paulette was deposited on the stone alter her breath knocked from her be for she could regain it she was bound hand and foot spread eagled there under the cold unfeeling stare of the ancient stone Goddess.

Michelle storms from the grotto leaving the frighten woman child alone in the flickering torch light on an altar stained with virgins blood of eons passed. Paulette was left alone with her thoughts, how long Michelle was gone she did not know it could have been a matter of minutes or a matter of hours. He carried two boxes and a bowl. His massive hand her jaw in a vice like grip and he forces her to look directly in to his eyes.


“So I make you feel dirty, unnatural with my simple request…………. You did not find it dirty or unnatural when I eat and delight you sweet, passion dripping Chatte. Mademoiselle!”

In one box where two small clamps a bout the size of a sewing thimble may be a little larger. Michelle places one around Paulette taunt nipple and turns the screw till a tear slides down her silken cheek. When her sobs and breasting are almost normal he gives her other nipple the same treatment then flick his tongue across both tortured nubs.

The bowl is a shaving bowl and Michelle lather the brush And then Paulette’s golden downy covered “Venus Mound.”. And holds up his strait razor.

“If your going to act like a spoiled child then you shall look like one……………I suggest you lay very still Ma Chere”

Michelle stretches her pale silken skin between his fingers and takes a stroke with the razor.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette instantly paled when she realized how angry she’d made Michelle at refusing to use her mouth on him. She’d momentarily forgotten that she was no longer a proper lady and he a commoner, well beneath her in stature. But before she could apologize and make amends, he had her tied to the altar.

She was very glad when he had returned. At least she was glad until he’d put those awful clamps on her taut nipples. He seemed to delight in tightening them until tears ran down her cheeks. They burned so bad. The only relief came once again from his tongue on her nipple. She flushed as she again realized she’d denied him that very pleasure on his balls and cock, even after he’d already taught every place on her body with his own tongue.

Paulette was desperate to apologize for her terrible behavior and began to stammer softly, “MMMMichelle, I’m sorry…” He simply seemed to ignore her and instead continued with chastising her. “If your going to act like a spoiled child then you shall look like one……………I suggest you lay very still Ma Chere.” The moonlight glinted on the large blade of the razor. With the deft stroke of his fingers, a swath of golden curls fell to the altar. She held very still afraid of what else he might accidently cut.

“Please Michelle, please…I beg you. Stop. I made a mistake. I should have done as you’d asked. I will do as you ask. Please let me suckle your balls and lap at your cock. I will behave better, I swear.” Her fingers clenched into fists as her head lifted to watch as the razor took another swipe, and another. The air kissed her girlish mound as Michelle bared it for her. His fingers stroking and touching her most intimately. She felt the sweet sensations it was creating in her body, and even she could see that her nether lips were glistening from more than just water. She flushed in embarrassment, but she held very still. Her nipples ached from the clamps.

 

[cgraven]

“MMMMichelle, I’m sorry…”

Paulette’s voice a broken sob , fear flashed in her eyes as the razor rasped slowly across her “Venus Mound” leavening a swash of bare flesh in it’s wake, her golden fleece shorn.

“Please Michelle, please…I beg you. Stop. I made a mistake. I should have done as you’d asked. I will do as you ask. Please let me suckle your balls and lap at your cock. I will behave better, I swear.”

Michelle’s features are set, hard, cold, unyielding, to Paulette’s pitiful pleas. Her hands clinched in to tight little balls, her body tensed in the effort not to move at the kiss of cold steel on her most sensitive and private area. Yet like a mouth drawn to the flame she raises her head to watch his every motion. After each rasping pass Michelle wipes the lather and Paulette’s golden fleece from the razor on his thigh until her mound glistens bare in the flicker torch light as On the day she was borne. She flushes crimson at the sight of her smooth, bare “Venus Mound,” simmering with the kiss of soft, golden, hues in the flickering light, and still he says not a word to revel his intentions.

Michelle pauses, the razor in hand, slowly he leans forward, his eyes show no emotion, they mask his intentions from Paulette. Then the blunt edge of the razor’s cold steel, kisses the puffy areola of Paulette’s nipple and slowly circles it. His lips capture her other tortured bud, mimicking the same seductive circling. Pleasure and treat of pain both held out to her trembling body. Suddenly without warning Michelle bites down on Paulette’s nipple, her ragged scream echoes throughout the grotto. Then his tongue flutters across the very tip of her nipple.

Michelle straitens, a wicked smile on his stilled lips, razor in hand, poised above Paulette. Slowly he move to her groin again, his fingers smoothing, stretching, taunt the delicate velvet skin by Paulette’s quivering, soft, roes pink folds. The rasping, grating, cold kiss of the razor soon leaves the trembling virgin smooth and naked before Michelle’s lustful gaze. Not even a single hair left to modestly hide her from him.

A series a lightening, fast, flashes, of the razor and Paulette’s bonds are severed. His fingers cruelly entwined in her golden tresses, his face a mere breathe away from hers, Michelle’s voice a deadly, sinister whisper.

“Now my haughty “ Chatte’’ will you do as your are bid?

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette bit her lip as her words appeared to fall on deaf ears. But hope seared her soul when Michelle stopped shaving her and bent forward. But hope turned to fear as the steel blade glinted dangerously as it touched her naked breast. The blunt side circling the rosy tip. Shivers ran down her spine—shivers of lust and fright. Yet her nipple only lengthened. His lips on her other peak chased the fear from her. Deep down she knew Michelle well enough to know he’d never truly hurt her. His mouth sucked her bud softly, filling her body with delight. She cried out loud as she arched her back. As Michelle pulled his lips from her nipple it, the moon beams sparkled on her damp flesh. And he set to work clearing the last of the downy hair from betwixt her legs. The sight of her “little girl’s” mound caused more juices to flow down her thighs.

But before she could beg for mercy again, Michelle’s lightening fast hands had cut her loose from her bonds. “Now my haughty “ Chatte’’ will you do as your are bid?” he gave her one last chance. “Oh yes Michelle, YES,” she cried, “it is my heart’s desire to pleasure you with my mouth.”

She quickly swung her legs to the ground, rising from the altar. “Rest Michelle,” she said softly as she guided him to a seat on the altar. Her hands quickly landed on his knee caps parting his legs wide as she slid to her own knees before him. Tentatively she touched his cock, lifting it gently with just her finger tips. “It is not fine china Paulette. Do not be afraid to touch it, to grasp it, to squeeze it,” he told her softly. Her fingers curled around him carefully. He felt so soft and so hard at the same time. She was surprised by that. She squeezed his cock and then released it and squeezed it harder the second time. “Yesss, like that, but keep going,” he instructed. She did as he told her. “Now move your hand up and down the length, squeezing and stroking.” Her fingers slowly moved from behind the head of his penis to the base and back again. Paulette’s fingers made several trips in this fashion. Michelle groaned. “Now, ma chere, it is time to use your mouth. Taste me, lick me, nibble me gently.” She leaned forward and laid a trail of kisses up the length of his cock. Then she lifted his shaft high in the air, pressing it to his belly and her tongue found the vein that throbbed there. “AAAAAAAhhhh, very good ma Chere. Now put my cock in your mouth and suckle it like a baby to her mama’s breast.” Paulette’s tongue followed the throbbing trail back to the tip of his cock. Her lips laid a kiss upon the tip before opening her mouth to slide her lips around him. She took an inch in her mouth and began to suck. Michelle groaned. “Take more Paulette,” and as she slid her lips further down him,, “aaaahhhhhhhh yes, that’s it.” She had him 2/3 of the way in her mouth when the tip of his cock tickled her tonsils. She sucked him hard, taking long pulls. She tasted his salty pre-cum dribbles on her tongue and swallowed them. Then she pulled her lips from his cock and smiled up at Michelle.

"Did I do good Michelle?" The little virgin was proud that she had done just what he'd asked, or so she thought at least.

 

[cgraven]

Paulette eased Michelle to sit on the marble alter, she quickly feel to her knees, her soft eyes looked Up at Michelle then her head lowered to do as she had been bid. Paulette’s touch shy and tentative at 1st unsure how to comply with what is required of her.
“It is not fine china Paulette. Do not be afraid to touch it, to grasp it, to squeeze it,”

My voice sharp, yet not unkind. The poor little Virgin has not the slightest idea on how to please a man with her mouth and tongue, her eyes are eager to please me , yet her cheeks are crimson. Michelle voice becomes a soft whisper, almost hypnotic as he guides Paulette in the arts of oral pleasure. He smiles to himself, for Paulette is such a willing and accomplished student as her delicate fingers encircle his shaft. Slowly squeezing and stroking him.

“Ma Chere” now put my cock in your mouth and suckle it like a baby to her mama’s breast.”

Paulette is almost reverent, as she kisses the tip of Michelle cock, Her sweet lips “O” and she does as she is told, a gasp of sheer pleasure escapes his lips at her first shy suckling efforts. Slowly Paulette shyness fades as he swallows 2/3 of Michelle’s cock, like the rest of this strange “Geant” the girth and length of his shat is massive. Her petit head bobs up and down on his shaft, the velvet tip now nudging Paulette’s tonsils. She swallows. Her slips slowly sliding from his cock, and smiles up at Michelle.

"Did I do good Michelle?”

There is a sad smile in Michelle’s eyes at the pride both in Paulette’s voice and eyes for having done as she was bid, having swallowed all his seed every last drop. Paulette was truly an innocent virgin, so lost and out of her depths. Michelle caresses the back of her cheek whit hiss rough hand,

“ Ma Chere you have just started, and are far from done, that little dribble was just a taste of the flood to come.”

He strokes her lustrous golden hair.

“Continuer “Ma Chere, relax your throat, swallow when I have filled you mouth with my cock, till you have swallowed all of me I shall guide you, Paulette you have made a good start and I am pleased but now you must complete the little task I have set for you”

Michelle’s voice soft, almost tender as he speaks and praises her efforts but fades to that deadly, hushed, warning, whisper at;

”.. .. you must complete the little task I have set for you”

 

[mya]

Paulette

Complete the task? Paulette was confused. “But Michelle…complete it how?” she asked.

“Like this ma chere.” With gentle fingers on her forehead he pressed her head back, straightening her throat. “Now relax ma petit Paulette…and open your mouth.” She did as he told her and he shoved his erection into her mouth once again. The big head caught her at the back of her throat and she gagged. Michelle pulled back out a ways again. “You must relax ma chere…then it will get easier.” He spoke to her softly as he slipped his length back into her mouth. As he met her resistance, he pulled out again. His fingers worked a gentle pattern on her shoulders while slipping to her chest to tease her nipples. All the while he continued to slip his length in and out of her mouth. Finally he was able to slip his length past her tonsils without her gagging.

“Very good Paulette! Now suckle me my chere.” She began to suck in earnest. Michelle’s fingers continued to play with her long pink nipples. “Now, my Sweet, begin to move your mouth on my cock. Back and forth until I bequeath you with my seed upon your tongue. Nectar for your reward ma chere.” Paulette began to slide her head back and forth, and as she did it more and more, it got easier to take him fully into her mouth and down her throat. She continued to suck his length as her fingers moved to play with his balls. She rolled him in her fingers as she sucked. When she heard his sharp intake of breath followed by a groan she knew she was on the right track. Before long his body tensed. She squeezed his balls as they jumped in her palms. Then his hips began to hump her mouth hard and fast as she continued to suck. Suddenly a spurt of hot liquid hit the back of her throat. Much of it went straight to her stomach. But much of it also filled her mouth. She pulled off his length, and some of his seed spilled on her chin and her chest. She quickly swallowed the salty spunk that rested in her mouth. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed his orgasm. Paulette began to worry that she’d not swallowed all his gift. She hoped he’d not be mad. She stayed on her knees before him awaiting his proclaimation. His sperm slid down her chest. Would he be pleased?

 

[cgraven]

Michelle guides Paulette’s head back straitening her dainty neck so she could accept his massive cock in its confines. His fingers idly drop to tease and please her pebble hard nipples, a bit of pleasure for her. He rolls the taunt buds in his fingers gently tugging and squeezing the dark rose pink enflamed buds. Paulette eagerly suckles Michelle her golden head bobbing up and down as she takes more & more of him down the sweet massaging throat. Her hand timidly reaches out to massage his balls, a groan of satisfaction lets Paulette know he is pleased with her gentle touch. A gentle squeeze and Michelle tempo increases to a feverish pace building to a crescendo, as he takes Paulette’s virgin mouth. His head thrown back in ecstasy his eyes flutter close he cums deep within Paulette’s welcoming throat and mouth.

“Paulette Ma chereeeeeeeeeeeeee”

His fingers entwined in her golden tresses he spasms, pumping his seed, his gift to her. Michelle is so very pleased with Paulette, her willingness so pleasing. A smile comes to his lips as he slips from between her full sweet moist lips, Paulette on her knees before him awaiting his proclamation, Michelle’s sperm on her chin, sliding down her chest.

“Paulette you Plese………………………………………..”

The smile fades from Michelle’s lips his voice drops off suddenly, His finger smears the cum from Paulette’s chin on to her full pouting lips, then trails down to her breasts to smear his wasted gift there.

“Paulette lick yourself clean you spoiled wasteful child…………..I told you “ Kiss and suckle my balls, lick my cock like it was a party ice, Then suckle it till I cum deep in your throat…….and you will drink every last drop.” …..You have failed me yet again girl.”

Michelle painfully twists and pinches Paulette’s nipples, a ruby drop of blood at the base of one dark rose bud. He picks up the strait razor again the golden torch reflecting from its polished surface. Michelle fingers run through Paulette’s long golden tresses, which hang from her proud aristocratic head to just brush her firm well rounded derrière. Pulling Paulette’s silky, golden, tresses curly tight he shears them off at the nape of her neck, taking her virgins pride in the length and quality of her hair, leaving her shorn like a gutter snipe forced to sell her hair for her daily bread. Michelle lays Paulette’s shorn locks in the holocaust below in front of the cold marble goddess, with her cold unfeeling eyes, he hands Paulette a torch.

“Burn them!”

His voice a hard unyielding command.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette was beginning to beam with pride as Michelle began to say his praises to her. But as he cut himself short and began his reprimand of her, her shoulders slunk and her head drooped. “Paulette lick yourself clean you spoiled wasteful child…” he began. As his fingers ingrained themselves harshly into her nipple, she cried out in pain. “Owwwww.” Michelle at least released her nipple, but the pain simply seared worse yet. She looked down and saw the droplet of blood where his fingernail had cut her soft skin. It stung badly, but she bit her lip to keep from crying in pain yet again. She cupped her own breasts in turn and lapped his juices that clung there. Her tongue made quick work of the fruits of his labour and the crimson droplet as well.

She was not surprised when his fingers grabbed cruelly for her hair. But as the razor sheered her locks at her neckline, her mouth fell open in shock. “MICHELLE!!!!!!!!!” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as her threw her hair down like a dead animal. Her fingers frantically reached up to feel her hair—surely it could not be gone. Her fingers slid down her silky tresses, but as they reached her shoulder, she could feel only the roughly cut ends of her hair. He’d done it! He’d ACTUALLY and truly done it. Tears flowed copiously down her cheeks now. She felt stripped of her femininity and her stature. A mere servant…a sexless one at that. Her lips trembled as she fought to keep her sobs inside.

But that was not enough for Michelle Batard…oh no, never enough. “Burn them!” he commanded. For a moment hatred shone from her eyes as she looked up at him. She wanted to call him names, but wisely knew that would not help her case. Instead she defiantly rose to her feet, and strongly gripping the torch he’d just handed her. She lowered the torch to her glorious sheered mane. The hair smoked and the putrid smell of burning human hair filled the once beautiful night air. She turned her head and closed her nose to keep from smelling the hideous odor. As the hair burned, she tossed the burning torch on top of it. “There! As you commanded Michelle. It is done,” she told him with a deadly calm to her voice that barely masked her anger.

 

[cgraven]

“There! As you commanded Michelle. It is done,”

Paulette’s voice deadly calm her aristocratic pride there flaunting her anger her distaste, her hatred.

WACK

The sudden blow knocks Paulette sprawling to the ground a trickle of blood at the corner of he trembling lips.

“That stubborn aristocratic pride of AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU will get you killed my girl, you failed you where punished as you should be. Yes a blow to your pride. Or would you rather have your vanity and your head on a pike at the city gate?”

Michelle’s fist are tight balls his knuckles with.

“When will you learn that Paulette de Coucher is the only way for you to survive the mob that seeks more and more blood to satisfy their lust.”

His body shakes with rage.

“You are nothing but a severing wench I have tried to teach you what to expect, I have kept you in the kitchens so you could keep your silly head on your shoulders……Very well no more you will now serve with those that would take your head. and it will not be my gentle reminders if you fail it will be your head and most likely mine if you ever forget who you are or who you must be know.”

Michelle shoulders slumped as his rage began to subside.

 

[mya]

His blow was more than she expected as she landed on her ass on the cold stone, the blood trickling from her lip. She looked up at him in shock as he let go with his tirade. “That stubborn aristocratic pride of AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU will get you killed my girl, you failed you where punished as you should be. Yes a blow to your pride. Or would you rather have your vanity and your head on a pike at the city gate?” Though his words seeped into her brain and she paled as she remembered well all that Michelle had saved her from by taking her in and training her to be a common servant girl.

She’d been so proud of herself, so sure she was doing well in her training. But now as he shook with rage and promised she’d now be left to serve all his customers, she too shivered in fear. Had she indeed learned enough from Michelle to pull off such a feat. She feared she’d make a mistake and it would still cost her her head. Her teary eyes looked up into Michelle’s angry face. “I’m sorry Michelle, so very sorry.” She bent her head in deference to his power as she continued. “I should not have been angry. You were right to treat me as you have. I am a spoiled rich brat. What will become of me as a common serving wench? And worse yet, what will become of you if I am discovered by the mad men who have taken over this country?” The tears rolled down her cheeks.

She got onto her hands and knees and crawled to his side. The cold marble was hard on her knees. As she reached Michelle's side, she rubbed her cheek against his naked thigh, as a cat to its master. She puckered her lips and kissed his still damp and deflating cock. “Please Michelle, please. Give me one more chance. I will not fail you this time.” She lifted his limp cock in her palm and suckled the head eagerly, unaware that a man of Michelle’s age would not easily get hard again so quickly. She gripped his shaft in her fingers and bopped her head on the tip as her tongue again fluttered against the tip. She felt his fingers comb through her hair as she worked her mouth hard on his penis.

 

[cgraven]

“I’m sorry Michelle, so very sorry.”………………. “I should not have been angry. You were right to treat me as you have. I am a spoiled rich brat. What will become of me as a common serving wench? And worse yet, what will become of you if I am discovered by the mad men who have taken over this country?”

Like a whipped pup she crawls on hands and knees to Michelle nuzzles his leg and kisses his naked thigh. Paulette sobs her tears trickle down his leg , she clings to him as she lays there half reclined on the cold marble floor half supported, clinging to Michelle’s legs her eyes down cast in utter submission.

“Please Michelle, please. Give me one more chance. I will not fail you this time.”

Eager to please now inspired by fear and Michelle’s words Paulette lifted his limp cock in her dainty palm, suckles the velvet head eagerly, Michelle smiles down at her as she gripped his shaft in her tiny fingers, Paulette’ shorn golden head bopping up & down on his slowly stiffening cock, the tip as her tongue again fluttered against the velvet tip, as Michelle’s fingers comb through Paulette’s shoulder length silken tress.

He neither praises no condemns her but makes her work hard to breathe and iron core once again into his manhood.

Michelle’s voice comes to Paulette’s ears in the deadly hushed whisper of command.

”Ma Petit Chatte” each time you fail me each time you fail a lesson meant to save you there is a price to be paid.”

He pauses.

“And it is always higher than what was required before.”

There is a deadly earnestness to his warning to the tearful girl, and unspoken warning that this is her last chance.

“I shall take you now as no woman was ever meant to be taken, I WIIL USE YOU AS IF YOU WHERE A YOUNG PAGE AT COURT.”

The whispered roamers of the late king’s father’s unnatural preference for young boys even shocked the debauchery of the urbane nobility.

“On your hands and knees Paulette and spread your knees wide for I shall take you thus now.”

 

[mya]

“I shall take you now as no woman was ever meant to be taken, I WIIL USE YOU AS IF YOU WHERE A YOUNG PAGE AT COURT," he said. Paulette had heard the rumors too, and knew only vaguely what they meant. She knew the Ladies all cringed at the thought and the men all made faces of disgust when it was spoken of in her father's castle before the uprising. She feared what it meant exactly, but knew she could not disappoint Michelle again.

She was glad when he gave her instruction, for again she was lost for how to begin such an act. “On your hands and knees Paulette and spread your knees wide for I shall take you thus now.” Immediately she moved a foot away from him, balancing on her hands and knees, steadying her body for what was to come by her hands and knees shoulder width apart. She leaned forward instinctively, thinking that Michelle would need better access to her virgin pussy, still not realizing he meant to use the other oriface of her body. "I am ready for you Michelle. I hope I can please you." She braced herself and bit her lip, preparing for what was to come, somehow knowing it would hurt.

 

[cgraven]

Michelle watches as Paulette Immediately moves a foot away from him, balancing on her hands and knees, steadying her petit supple body, on her hands and knees shoulder width apart. She leaned forward instinctively, ready to surrender her preciously guarded virginity, her virgin pussy open wide to grant easy access to him.

"I am ready for you Michelle. I hope I can please you."

There is an eagerness to please him her bright eyes shining, bracing herself, biting her full, moist, lower lip, preparing for what was to come, for her sacrifice. As Paulette looks back over the smooth, alabaster, curve of her shoulder at Michelle. He approaches the eager little virgin, kneeling between her wide open thighs; he realizes she has not the slightest idea of what is about to happen to her. One hand goes to tease and please her taunt nipples to give her a bit of pleasure she so seems to enjoy. His other hand teases her already enflamed and eagerly await clit, her sweet Chatte already moist and wet in anticipation. Michelle’s cock runs back and forth along Paulette's rosy pink folds, deeply dividing them as her lubricates his massive cock with her sweet dew nectar.

Both hands are now on Paulette’s trim wasp like waist and his thumbs draw back the firm supple cheeks of her firm plump derrière. And her presses the velvet tip of his cock to her dark forbidden rose till it pops into her then stills as she adjusts to him.

 

[SexyChele]

*bump*

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette basked in Michelle’s attention as he teased her hard nipples and delighted her clit, which had been in a constant state of arousal since he’d taken her under his wing for her training. She shivered in anticipation as she felt his huge erection easily slide through her glistening slit. She panted softly as she waited for him to take her virginity.

She tensed, surprised when his fingers spread her buttocks and he pressed his tip against her anus. Yet with a constant pressure he slipped it inside. She felt full and tight. He leaned over and trailed kisses up her spine as his fingers slipped around to work her clit from side to side again. “Relax ma petite, relax,” he whispered as his kisses reached her ear. His finger diddled her faster and it felt so good. Paulette arched her back and concentrated on relaxing her body. She felt Michelle’s juicy fingers land back on her hip as he pressed his hips closer to her. He slowly slid into her until he had buried himself deep inside her. She felt so full as he leaned against her back to hug her tight and give her a bit more time to get used to his size inside her. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ear. “You do well, ma petite. Stay well relaxed, ma chere.”

Slowly he drew his hips back, partially unsheathing himself before gliding his length back into her. Paulette groaned. Her nerve endings tingled. As he sawed his hips back and forth she became well used to his thickness plundering her anus. It felt better and better with each new thrust. Slowly she began to rock on her hands and knees, meeting his thrusts. Michelle straightened back up behind her, planting his hands once again on her hips as he began to plunder her back door with enthusiasm. She enjoyed hearing his grunts as he worked. She loved that he used her and that she brought him pleasure. Quite by accident she found she could tighten on him and make him groan louder still. She reveled in this power she had over him. She tightened and relaxed only to tighten again when he least expected it. As Michelle neared his own peak his fingers slid back to her warm cunt to flick her swollen juicy clit. She began to quiver under him, until a 1000 tiny lights burst inside her. “Ohhhhhhhh Michellllllllllllle,” she cried out as she held tight to his cock one last time.

 

[cgraven]

Paulette gasp in surprise as Michelle enter her dark rose . Her petit body already titers on the edge of orgasm brought on by His hands. Michelle whispers encourage met, praises Paulette’s efforts bathing her in his pleasure as he rapes her virgin ass.

“Relax ma petite, relax,”…………. “You do well, ma petite. Stay well relaxed, ma chere.”……..

Kisses bathe her back, Paulette is so incredibly tight, her anus stretched to its limit, he grunts in pleasure as he thrusts into her. This time Mademoiselle AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU dose not come, for Paulette de Coucher slowly she begins to rock on her hands and knees, meeting Michelle thrusts. Not only does she meet his trust but Paulette starts to clinch the muscles of her firm, sweet derrière. Michelle groans in pleasure, and knows this act of submission and love will also contract the muscles of her virgin vagina. His finger and thumb slip to Paulette’s enflamed clit to massage, pinch and tug at that bud of passion. His hand is not gentle but demanding of her intimate sex. the pain of his pinching and tugging, the pleasure of her clinching muscles erupt in to a blinding orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhhh Michellllllllllllle,”

Paulette screams in ecstasy

“Ma Belle Chereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

Michelle echoes her cry of pleasure as his scalding seed erupts deep with in her virgin bowels. Still he thrust into Paulette his fingers giving her no rest, his other hand claiming a nipple to tease and torture till again Paulette is engulfed in ecstasy.

Paulette collapse, spent her pleasure so violent her energy sapped to the point she can no longer support herself and still Michelle ravishes her ass, till her cry of joy is a feeble whisper.

Michelle spent yet still buried to the hilt in Paulette lies a top of her kissing the nape of her neck, nibbling her ear lobe.

“Ton es C’est, C’est bonne Ma bell Chere.”

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette was grateful that Michelle saw fit to use his fingers on her swollen clit and nipples—to give her the intense pleasure that helped to relax her and ease her pain as he took her in the arse. She blossomed under his touch, and she knew that he’d bestowed a great gift upon her, though she was incapable of expressing her appreciation, beyond taking all that he gave her in the heat of the moment.

Her own intense orgasms sapped her body of all her strength and eventually she ended up collapsed on the marble with her knees pulled under her. Her anus open and relaxed as Michelle’s juices ran down her slit. She panted softly as she caught her breath, her hot cheek cooling on the marble. Finally she found her voice. “Thank you Michelle. Thank you so much for all you gave me tonight.” She wasn’t quite sure how to quite thank him for the gift he’d bestowed on her this beautiful evening, she only knew that she had to say something. “Is there more that you will require of me this evening?” She asked more out of curiosity than anything else.

 

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“Thank you Michelle. Thank you so much for all you gave me tonight.”

Paulette seemed so small her petit body in total submission, as she lay there on the cold marble floor her cheek pressed to its shining surface. On her knee open to Michelle.

“Is there more that you will require of me this evening?”

Her voice a soft husky whisper. Paulette’s back and necked bathed in Michelle’s kisses her brings her to his lap holding the little Virgin in a close embrace, brushing her short silken locks from her eyes, his are full of pride in her.

“No My Belle Chere it is time for you to rest tomorrow you will start to serve in the Inn.”

He slowly lifts the spent woman child and carries her to her bed.

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And so Paulette’s life takes another turn as she now works the kitchen with Michelle preparing the culinary delights the small Inn is famous for. The travelers that pass bye are respectful of the young maid as one look from Michelle Batard stills there wandering hands.

“Monsieur this is an Inn not a bordello””


All was peaceful untill the night of a private party booked by the magistrate of the Republic. Word had spread quickly and all avoided the Inn, as no one wished to attrack the notice of this powerful yet cruel little man. Only two other guest where present, Jules Tugas the merchant and cunning survivor, And M. Captain Ovid De Corbeau, of the National Guard, “Commissioner of Public Safety” A dark brooding man. The dinner had been served, Michelle has busy in the kitchen, Paulette had cleared the table, when M. Pierre’ de Turne who eyes had been striping Paulette all evening had Jules Tugas, & Captain De Corbeau Hoist Paulette up on to the main table.

“Raise your skirts my child I wish to see your legs.”

His beady little eyes where intently watching Paulette as wish tongue snaked across his lips in anticipation.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Even as her backside hit the solid wood of the table, Paulette was surprised to be caught by the men in the dining room. “Raise your skirts my child I wish to see your legs,” said M. Pierre de Turne. Paulette’s heart ran cold. For she knew, just as Michelle had always said, any sign of Amelie and she could die right there as well as bring down the wrath of the National Guard on Michelle and his Inn. Yet Michelle did not provide women for his customers, he did not run a bordello as he’d told many. Would he want her to subject herself to the filthy touch of these men? She didn’t want it, but if Michelle wanted it, she’d gladly suffer their touch and 100s of others.

In her softest and gentlest voice Paulette set about reasoning with this man and talking to him in ways that he understood. “Monsieur de Turne I wish I had time to entertain you. But my Master Michelle Batard is very strict with me. He requires that I make quick work of serving his guests and that after their meal, that I get their tables cleaned quickly. Then after that it is my job to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen spic and span so that your breakfast may be as wonderful of a meal as your dinner was tonight. I beg of you Sir, please let this serving wench go to finish her chores so she does not get in trouble with her Master.”

 

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Pierre’ de Turne listen to Paulette’s plea, he merely stood there as she stood on the table the center of attention as the three men stood around her. A rye smile cresses his lips as he slowly brought his hands together and clapped his hands.

“Bravo Mademoiselle”


Suddenly there was silence in the room and the smile faded from Pierre’ de Turne face, and a deadly threatening look came to his eyes at Paulette’s defiance.


“Mademoiselle I am not use to being denied my little pleasures. Do you realize who I am and that I can make your master’s and your life quite difficult. I understand that M. Michelle Batard was an officer of the late King.”

There was a deadly pause as M. Pierre’ de Turne eyes held Paulette’s in a steady deadly gaze.

“Perhaps he and this Inn are royalists and enemies of the Republic.............and bear closer investigation…………………….No girl do as you have been told!”

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette was frightened, but she fought hard not to show de Turne that. “No need to get hasty Monsieur,” she answered coyly from behind her fluttering lashes. “Monsieur Batard is merely a quiet country Inn Keep who wishes to provide only the best service to his customers.”

Leaning her weight behind her on her arms, Paulette sat upon the dining table. With a French can-can kick, she hiked one slim ankle over the bent knee of her other leg. The motion effectively kicked up her long skirt causing it to show off all of her leg from muscular calf to gleaming thigh. The skirt came to rest only at the point where it covered her recently shaved and naked “chatte”. Michelle had given Paulette heels to wear when serving in the dining room, and she kicked her foot, rocking her leg for the men to see. She continued to flirt with the men as she prayed for Michelle to come into the room and save her.

 

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Pierre’ de Turne was a spiteful little man with a cruel bend to his nature the prefect civil servant for Roach Pierre and his fanatical reign of terror He watched Paulette with cold calculating eyes

“No need to get hasty Monsieur,”……….. “Monsieur Batard is merely a quiet country Inn Keep who wishes to provide only the best service to his customers.”


All eyes where on Paulette and her sculptured legs, the softness of her skin, the firmness of their muscles. Her air was light and casual yet de Turne true to his kind could smell her fear and with a slight nod the three men gathered around Paulette their hands caressing her exposed flesh.

“My little coquet you I require more of you please stand on the table and disrobe I wish to see if the rest of your body is ass desirable as what I have already seen.”


De Turne’s eyes where as hard and cold as his voice, Jules Tugas tongue licked his parched lips in anticipation, while Captain Ovid De Corbeau had a wicked smile crease his hollow ashen gray face.

“Now if you please.”

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette looked at the sneering man in the golden flicker of the torch light. She saw no way to placate him in any other fashion. She truly wanted nothing more than to please Michelle, and she did not believe that undressing for his customers was the way to do that. But even more so, she also did not want to see Michelle’s establishment or his life threatened. She could bear any price for that. So what choice did she have? She stood upon the heavy dark wooden table, and as her hands slid to the small of her back to grasp the ties of her bodice, she prayed silently for Michelle’s return and for his control of the situation—whether that be stopping de Turne’s request or condoning it.

She tugged slowly and smoothly and the ties of the bodice opened easily. Carefully and slowly she loosened the black ties at her back until she could wiggle it over her head. She stood in the glowing light wearing only her thin white chemise and her overdress. So far her body was still decently covered. But to remove either of the remaining pieces of clothing would mean the men would have their eyes full. Should she try to slip from her blouse first, even though it was under her overdress? That seemed the safest as it would afford her the most modesty. The men merely sat quietly drinking their port, smoking their cigars, and leering at the young girl caught before them.

Paulette slid her arms from the sleeves of her thin linen chemise, tugging it from under the over dress and over her head. She stood before them in the black over dress only. The slit Michelle had cut so long ago still bared her to the hip. And the big square neckline barely concealed her nipples, let alone her breasts. The soft pale globes of her bosom beckoned invitingly to the men who blew curls of cigar smoke in the air.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a wench girl,” de Turne observed as he blew a stream of blue smoke into the air. Paulette’s heart stopped. Oh God, did he know she was not a serving wench? Her hands shook as he continued. “You’re obviously much too fine of goods to be wasted as a serving wench. Batard really ought to use you to start his bordello business on the side.” He reached up, grasped the already torn side seam of her dress and yanked hard. It tore right up to the arm hole. One tantalizing glimpse of Paulette’s naked side was shown briefly to the men, but Paulette didn’t care. She was just glad he didn’t seem to realize she was not a serving wench. de Turne looked at Jules Tugas and M. Captain Ovid De Corbeau, each in turn. “Do you not think so mes Amis?” he asked them. Both laughed and nodded in agreement as they took more swills of the port. “Now,” continued de Turne, “off with your…”

Again Paulette’s heart stopped and her face paled. So sure was she that he would end that sentence with the word “head”. Her heart rate could again settle as she heard his final word of “…dress.” Quickly she slipped out of the dress and stood only in her heels upon the table, naked for the three men to feast their eyes on. Please let Michelle come…she pleaded silently in her head.

 

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Jules Tugas & Captain Ovid De Corbeau laugh at Paulette’s’ predicament and shouted their encouragement to Pierre’ de Turne, as he ripped her dress open, commanding Paulette to remove it. The dress dropped from her lifeless fingers as the men now slowly rose to surround the tapped Paulette.

Pierre’ de Turne started to kiss and lick Paulette’s leg plantings kisses on her foot, following up the smooth curve of her thigh. Jules Tugas never an imaginative fellow followed suit as he slobbered up her other shapely leg. Yet it was Captain Ovid De Corbeau who reached out to fondle Paulette’s “Venus Mound” as he ran his hand over the smooth newly shave skin, his dark brooding eyes holding hers captive. As a wicked sneer crossed his face. His dark brooding eyes vaguely familiar to the frighten girl. Then his finger slips in to glide along her rose pink folds. To torture her clit as his hands took liberties with her sweet body.

It was De Corbeau voice that now barked the orders, and as de Turne, and Tugas jumped to comply there was no doubt who was the true power here was for there was fear in the eyes of Pierre’ de Turne magistrate of the Republic eyes.

“Lay the little whore on the table”

The men now openly laughed their hand freely roaming Paulette’s supple body as she was streched naked upon the oak table her legs spread wide by the two men.

“Ah Monsieur “Raven” you where quite right in saying this house housed a tasty little morsel.”

It was at this moment that Michelle Batard burst into the room and De Turne, and Jules Tugas slunk back as the saw the big man’s hands knot into fists as he slowly closed on the Captain.