A lady’s tale

[mya]

Paulette

The man who finally came forward and brazenly laid his hand between her thighs was vaguely familiar. She held his eyes trying to place him. Her eyebrow lifted as she suddenly placed him—The Raven! She could tell he realized the exact second she “knew” who he was for he sneered at her. Yet he slid his fingers between her nether lips, teasing her rapidly swelling clit. Her cheeks flushed and he seemed pleased with himself.

When he ordered, “Lay the little whore on the table,” Paulette almost felt relieved. For de Turne and Tugas were quick to do his bidding. They laid her swiftly down and hand her ankles and arms spread and held securely. It was obviously a task they relished. But for Paulette it took all responsibility for her predicament off her shoulders. Never mind that the men could easily see her shaved mound and the juices that gathered there. Surely Michelle would realize when he saw her that she was merely a pawn in their game.

Before the men could do much more than stroke her body, the door from the kitchen flew open. Paulette looked over her shoulder to see a very red faced Michelle stomp into the room. She gulped and implored with her eyes that he understand. She wanted him to realize that it was not her game, merely one she was forced to play. One she had played along with because of her feelings for him—because she did not want to see him hurt. His eyes had failed to meet hers though. So she knew not if he would punish her for her actions this evening or not. She did the only thing she could—she waited patiently, held naked on the table by the men, and waited to see what Michelle would say and do.

 

[cgraven]

Michelle Batard had made sure not to meet Paulette’s eyes as he entered less he weaken in his resolve, for one look at her soft innocent eyes and it would be both their hears at stake.

“Monsieurs you will unhand Paulette immediately she is my serving wench an innocent girl from the country not a trollop or whore, and this is an Inn not a bordello.”

Pierre’ de Turne, and Jules Tugas released their hold on Paulette and slinked back away from the trembling girl the fear written on their faces and in their eyes at the mere sight of Michelle.

Michelle turned his full attention to Captain Ovid De Corbeau.

“This child shall not be harmed mon Capitaine now or ever!”

Michelle’s voice was soft controlled and carried a deadly earnestness that would make a man’s blood run cold. His cold gray eyes boring into Captain
De Corbeau.

“Monsieur you know me as a man of my word do not try my patience.”

“That I do Batard, that I do, yet I will not be denied my sport or revenge Monsieur”

There was such a haltered in De Corbeua’s eyes as he turned them on Paulette.

” Innocent you say Batard a virgin under your roof my how you have changed.”

He sneered.

“ I could easily denounce you and this little WHORE as royalists after all you where at one time an officer of the late king where you not.?”

Michelle knew that he and Paulette where in real danger but this game of De Corbeua’s must be played out if they where to survive.

“Batard my companions and I came here for a little sport, some entertainment…….”

De Corbeau paused a wicked smile on his face.


“We wish to see you take this Whore on the floor like the bitch she is no that is, Batard the gillateain or her honor your choice my old comrade.”


Michelle knew he was trapped and Paulette as well.

“Paulette come to me now girl”

 

[mya]

Paulette was relieved to see Michelle come into the dining room. Though the fact that he adverted his eyes from her worried her until she heard his stern words to the men who held her down. Though she could not admit even to herself how much their touch had excited her.

She was shocked to hear De Corbeau’s strong words…this very man—The Raven—who had saved her life once before, now threatening to turn her and Michelle over to the Royalists. What kind of man was he to play such awful tricks, she wondered. And the words he used to describe her—bitch, whore and worse—shocked her lily white ears, though she reminded herself of the source and the anger in his voice and didn’t take his name calling to heart. Her ears perked up as De Corbeau demanded to see Michelle take her. Her eyes flew to Michelle’s and her sex dewed further at the prospect of the pleasure she was sure Michelle would give her.

“Paulette come to me now girl,” Michelle commanded gently. Easily Paulette slid from the table. She stepped from her only remaining attire—her shoes, and padded softly toward Michelle, holding her head high. Proud of her body and how Michelle honored it and enjoyed it. As she reached him, she dropped to her hands and knees and placed a soft kiss upon his shoe before responding, “As you wish Michelle, I am but your serving wench, honored to do your bidding as you see fit.” She lifted her head as she leaned back on her heels in a kneeling position, awaiting Michelle’s next wish.

From the corner of her eye, Paulette could see Jules Tugas and Pierre’ de Turne’s jaws drop in surprise. They had obviously not expected that Michelle could wield such power over one of his staff. They did not know Michelle Batard very well at all. On the other hand, The Raven smirked as he crossed his arms across his chest. Paulette had no idea what motivated the man’s behaviour. She assumed it was merely his smugness that conveyed he was not surprised that Michelle had wasted no time in training a young virgin under his roof. Unbeknownst to her, if it simply could have been that he was enjoying the pleasure of seeing Monsieur le Compte’s prized daughter whored so easily. She knew not of the connection he shared with her father. But she trusted Michelle to keep her safe as long as she did as he told. She’d not fail him this time. Too much depended on it.

 

[cgraven]

Paulette stepped from her only remaining attire—her shoes, and padded softly toward Michelle, holding her head high. Michelle watch with pride, When Paulette dropped to her hands and knees and placed a soft kiss upon his shoe before

“As you wish Michelle, I am but your serving wench, honored to do your bidding as you see fit.”

Paulette leaned back on her heels in a kneeling position, her head held high. Michelle’s hands idly stroking her golden tresses. He turned his eyes to meet hers for the first time sense entering the room and they smiled down at her.

“De Corbeau is this what you thing Angelique would want, do you really believe that she would wish for this poor child to be used so, to be an amusement for creatures such as Jules Tugas and Pierre’ de Turne’?”

Michelle did nothing to hide his contempt for the magistrate and the self serving merchant. If it had been just the two of them Michelle Batard would have killed them in an instant and thought nothing of it, Yet there where ties between him and De Corbeau that he could not so easily forget ties that bond him, and Paulette together, that she knew nothing of.

De Corbeau ‘s voice was a controlled whisper so filled with hatred and venom that it even shocked Michelle.

“ She mat have been your fiancée Michelle but she was my sister and never forget that, now this whore will know the shame my sister knew or she will die this very night. the choice is yours Michelle and yours alone Not another word or the sluts life is forfeited. I have to long wait for my revenge and I will have it know.”

Michelle slowly knelt and Lifted Paulette’s chin, a soft kiss that deepen, then their lips parted, light feathery kisses follow the line of her jaw till his lips nibbled Paulette’s ear lobe.

“Paulette I wish it could be otherwise but fear not and do as I tell you.”

Michelle’s voice barely a whisper that she could hear then Michelle Batard stood.

“Girl on your feet and disrobe me, then prepare me with your mouth to take your virginity.”

Michelle’s voice soft and gentle yet there was no mistaking the air of command it carried.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette heard the words Michelle intended for her ears only… “I wish it could be otherwise but fear not and do as I tell you.” Her eyes met his and she smiled at him, her own silent communication that she was not afraid and knew he’d take care of her as he always had so far.

Louder for all to hear he said, “Girl on your feet and disrobe me, then prepare me with your mouth to take your virginity.” Quickly Paulette did as she was told. As she stood before him, her fingers slid up his tummy and under the flounce of his shirt. Nimbly her fingers slipped the buttons from their moorings, starting at the top and working her way down. As her fingers brushed the waistband of his pants, she felt the strong leather of his belt and the cold metal of his belt buckle—her fingers tugged roughly on the tight belt, managing to open it and slide it free of his pants. She set the belt behind her on the vacant chair. She slid his shirt over his arms, freeing it easily from his body. That too was laid upon the back of the chair. She tugged his undershirt free of his pants and lifted it high in the air—Michelle helped by lifting his arms. His torso was naked—his rounded white tummy bare to her touch. His hair covered soft chest bare for her gaze. She gladly looked upon his naked upper body…it had been a long while since she hand seen it. Though she knew better than to let the other men in the room know that she had indeed seen it. For though she was technically the virgin De Corbeau expected, she was not unfamiliar with Michelle’s naked body or his sex.

Her fingers trailed down his tummy, over his masculine nipples and then down his tummy. As she popped the first button, Michelle gave her another firm command. “Very good Paulette. But now you must use only your teeth…keep your hands behind your back.” She slid to her knees before him once again. Her teeth grasped at the fabric surrounding the second button on his pants, tugging roughly by tossing her head from side to side. The button popped open. She repeated the process until all the buttons were free. She worked her nose between the open flaps, softly grasping the fabric and tugging it wider open. Paulette continued to crawl on her knees from one of Michelle’s hips to the other, each time working the fabric of his pants over his hips…until they slid down around his ankles. Michelle kicked off his boots and pants then and stood only in his long johns and his stockings.

Paulette slid her tongue covertly around the waist band of his underwear as she worked it over his hips. Finally grasping the front of his long johns with her teeth she was able to pull it down and over his growing erection. Her upper lip and her nose slid down his length. As the long johns slid to his ankles, Michelle’s cock burst free. Michelle helped Paulette again by kicking free of his underwear. Paulette bent far forward, keeping her hands behind her back. Her bare breasts grazed the cold wooden floor as she tugged each sock down in turn. As they bunched around Michelle’s ankles, he took mercy on her one last time and kicked his socks off. At last he was as naked as she was. She straightened her body, but remained kneeling before Michelle with her hands behind her back. His fingers lazily stroked through her hair as she awaited his next command.

A slow methodical clapping burst out from the corner of the room. Paulette turned her head just enough to see De Corbeau. “Not great, but not bad for a virgin,” he commented. “You’ve been training the little slut I see.” Paulette’s frightened eyes looked into Michelle’s for only him to see. Did De Corbeau suspect something? Did it matter if he did figure out that Michelle had indeed “trained” Paulette in some of the ways to pleasure a man and in some of the ways to receive pleasure from a man? She remained there, posed in the kneeling position, with her back ram-rod straight. Her nipples puckered in the cool air—that and the fact that her eyes watched Michelle’s manhood and her nostrils could smell his sexy musk. She knew she did not need to worry, for Michelle would take care of her.

 

[cgraven]

Michelle stood still showing no emotion one way or the other only his eyes spoke to Paulette. The spoke of how pleased he was with her, of her bravery, of a deepening love he felt for the petit mademoiselle.

Yet when he turned his eyes on Captain De Corbeau they said something quite different and even De Corbeau in what was supposes to be his moment of triumph shrunk from Michelle Batard’s steady gaze.

“Very good Paulette. But now you must use only your teeth…keep your hands behind your back.”

Jules Tugas and Pierre de Turne’ watched in awe as Paulette stripped the remainder of Michelle’s garments way with his just her teeth. Only the slow methodical clapping of De Corbeau broke the silence of the room.

“Not great, but not bad for a virgin,”…………. “You’ve been training the little slut I see.”


Michelle looked down at Paulette his eyes reassuring, her that all would be well in the end. The he turned his cold, unwavering gaze upon Jules Tugas and Pierre de Turne’ and in that instance they knew they where dead men.

“Enough I have no stomach for your sport Captain”

M. Pierre de Turne’ declared

“Nor I.

Sniveled Jules Tugas. Both men beat a hasty retreat fearing Michelle Batard wrath more than the power of Captain Ovid De Corbeau.


Cowards!

Captain De Corbeau screamed at the men as they made their exit in to the growing storm of the night.

“Captain it is not to late give up this revenge of yours for Angelique’s sake I beg you”

Michelle pleaded .

De Corbeau drew his pistol and cocked it

“ Continue I shall have my revenge.”


De Corbeau spit at Michelle


Michelle looks once again down at Paulette his hand softly stroking her golden tresses.

“Paulette take me in your mouth now my love.”

For the first time sense they had met Michelle Batard spoke of his true feelings her.

 

[mya]

Paulette

I lean forward and my fingers tentatively close around Michelle’s manhood as my lips softly nuzzle the tip I’ve only just bared. My lips kiss Michelle’s stomach before sliding downward. My tongue trails lower until my lips kiss the very tip of his cock softly. My fingers slide down his length, pulling his foreskin back. Then my lips open and slide slowly down Michelle’s length as my tongue flutters against the dimple it finds in the head of his cock. I smile as I can feel the tenseness of pleasure growing in Michelle, though he manages to contain any groans of pleasure. I’m sure that is only because De Corbeau is watching.

My lips slide down his shaft before sucking his cock deeper. I feel the tip of Michelle’s cock at the back of my throat gagging me a bit. I straighten my neck and press my lips closer, letting the head slip down my throat. I suck hard then. Each suck a strong pull on the length of his cock. With each suck I rub my tongue along the base of Michelle’s penis. I suck harder still and slowly pull my head off his length.

“Mmmmm,” I moan softly before allowing my tongue to continue vibrating against the throbbing vein in Michelle’s cock. I slide my lips back down his length, deep-throating him again. With a huge sucking, I pull my head back off his length. I feel Michelle’s fingers combing my hair. My eyes reach upward, meeting Michelle's, conveying silently my trust in him and my love for him too.

 

[cgraven]

Michelle smiled down at Paulette as she softly moaned as she sucked his throbbing manhood. His hand lovingly stroking her golden tresses.

“C’est, C’est Bonne ma Chere”

Slowly Michelle slipped his cock from Paulette’s mouth. Kneeling to face her Michelle kisses her and that kiss contains the passion and love he has for the Petit Mademoiselle. He eases her back till she is lying on the floor, still locked in his embrace and his kiss.

Michelle kisses float down the sinuous line of Paulette’s neck to kiss and gently tongue the hollow of her neck. One hand idly traces small little patterns on her inner thigh, his mouth and kisses on the move again his tongue circles the areola of one of Paulette’s nipples, as his other hand a finger pays like homage to her other nipple. The hand upon her thigh climbs slowly to slide along the moist folds of her rose pink labia to rest upon her clit. Slowly Michelle massages that bud of passion coaxing it from its hooded resting place.

All the while De Corbeau watches as the virgin daughter of his enemy is brought low with the common brute Batard.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Michelle’s sweet loving was heavenly for Paulette. She felt the love in his kiss and the way he worshiped her body. She knew he might well be forced into taking her like this, but he was going to make it good for her. His soft teasing of her nipples with his tongue and fingers lit a fire inside Paulette. And as his fingers gently teased her thigh and her pearl—her body temperature soared as she mewed contented sounds.

Her own fingers raked his back, coming to a rest on the creamy globes of his buttocks. She kneaded his flesh. When that was not enough, one hand slipped over his hip to find his erection…and her fingers closed around him before tightly tugging on it. Her lips placed soft kisses on the top of his head as he teased her breast with his mouth. Her fingers slid back down his shaft, only to resume a slow tight decent to the tip again. Paulette’s hips began to arch against Michelle’s fingers, craving more…needing more. "Ohhhhhh Michelle..." she moaned softly. She forgot all about the smug De Corbeau who looked on. He was sadly mistaken if he somehow thought he was punishing her for some past transgressions she did not fully comprehend. Only Michelle and the heat he created in her mattered at the moment.

 

[cgraven]

Paulette Raked her fingers down Michelle’s back her soft mewing, sighs, and gasps of pleasure filed the room. Michelle lightly bit her taunt nipple when her dainty hand found his throbbing manhood; slowly she massaged it with her gentle hand. Forgotten was De Corbeau, for the moment as they abandoned tem selves to the sheer pleasure that they gave each other. It was in that moment that Mademoiselle AMÉLIE BOUGUEREAU truly died and only Paulette remained.

Kisses light and firry, gentle tonguing flow down across the flat plain of Paulette’s belly, a nip at the soft spot where hip and thigh join the slow sensual ream of her naval, Then a sweet kiss and love lick to her bare “Venus Mound.” All the while Michelle’s hand had continued to pleas and teas her nipples. Now they tenderly spread Paulette’s velvet thighs, Michelle’s tongue runs the length of her rose pink lips to flick at her sweet bud of passion. His tongue lashes her warm, moist sweet pussy as he greedily drinks Paulette sweet dewy nectar.

Yet all the while Michelle is keenly aware of De Corbeau; waiting for him to make one small mistake, to give him just a moment, to rake his own vengeance on the Captain.

 

[mya]

Paulette

As his tongue touched her dewy slit, Paulette writhed beneath him. Michelle had easily been able to make her body burn. While Michelle was aware of De Corbeau, Paulette was not. Her only mission at the moment was to find her own release, and hopefully along with it Michelle’s.

She rocked her hips frantically against his lips, grunting softly each time his hot tongue touched her clitoris. “Pleeeeassssssse Michelle, please…” she whispered, not exactly sure what she was begging for, just that she needed more. As Michelle had slid down her body to tease her with his mouth she’d lost the grip she had on his raging erection. She closed her eyes tightly, a flush on her cheeks as her head tossed from side to side. “Please Michelle,” she stopped to groan, “I need…” she paused to grunt softly, “more!”

 

[cgraven]

Michelle prepared Paulette as best he could with his mouth for what was to come. He was aware of how petit she was in comparison to him. He knew that she must be in the throws of passion to be able to except him. With each stroke of his tongue she came closer to that state of pure ecstasy. Now his hands cup Paulette’s breasts his fingers gently roll, squeeze and tug at her nipples as Paulette wither beneath his mouth her hips rocking and arching to him.

“Pleeeeassssssse Michelle, please…”

Her voice a husky whisper of desire and need. Paulette lost in the pleasure his mouth brings her, her head lolling from side to side.

“Please Michelle,”

There is a desperate need in the soft moan.

“I need…” …………………….“more!”

Paulette’s voice a broken sigh. Michelle, Hands and mouth continue to drive Paulette towards her release, till at last her body arches to him in a sudden orgasm that engulfs the young virgin.

Michelle Tongue eager lashes Paulette’s pussy, feasting on her dewy nectar. As her ragged breathing steadies Michelle kisses his way up Paulette’s thrashing form to claim her lips in a savage passionate kiss,

“It is time Paulette, on your hands and knees my love.’

He softly whispers in her ear, his breath warm and moist upon her neck.

 

[mya]

Paulette

The orgasm Michelle loving administered with his mouth, had Paulette’s almost virgin body quivering in need and delight. The tightened pleasure that washed through her body felt so good, so incredible. She happily writhed beneath him, moaning softly. And even afterwards, the languid relaxation her body felt filled Paulette with a contentedness she’d not felt in a long time. As Michelle’s mouth worked its way back up her body, Paulette’s fingers combed his hair and she murmured softly to him, “That was so wonderful Michelle—I’ve never felt anything like that.” Then his lips claimed hers in a lover’s kiss and she tasted her juices on his lips. She’d felt his love as he had made her cum, and he felt it now in his kiss. She returned enthusiastically hoping he could feel her love returned in it also.

As his lips slipped from her kiss, they trailed down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “It is time Paulette, on your hands and knees my love,” he whispered in her ear. She smiled softly. She’d forgotten all about De Corbeau and his sick game until that moment. And she’d forgotten his command to Michelle about how he was to take her. She was not afraid though. Michelle would be careful with her. Her own tongue delved into his ear, teasing gently before she whispered back. “Yes Michelle, it is time, more than time. Time for your own pleasure My Love.” She hadn’t realized she’d called him that until the words had naturally slipped from her lips. Her teeth nipped his ear lobe before she finished her words whispered in his ear. “OK my Sweet Man,” her hands slipped down his chest and deliberately over his nipples before she gently pushed him away, “time for you to move off me then.” She smiled as he rolled easily from her body. She’d always noticed that he moved well for such a big man.

She rolled to her side, their eyes met and held, and she saw his love reflected there. De Corbeau was sadly mistaken if he thought this was going to be punishment of some kind. She was going to enjoy giving herself to Michelle. And she was letting him know in every gesture, and every whispered word, that she would. She wanted him to know that it was OK, and she did not want him to feel he was somehow “taking” something from her. She was giving it willingly and with love. Despite what De Corbeau might think. She rolled on her tummy and pressed her hands to the cool wooden floor. She lifted her body to the position De Corbeau had wanted. As she waited there, the hard floor against her hands and knees, she contemplated the grain of the floor. She would not look at De Corbeau—in part to ensure he did not find pleasure by seeing her face in pain or pleasure, and in part to ensure he did not find fault in seeing the pleasure and love on her face.

 

[cgraven]

Yes Michelle, it is time, more than time. Time for your own pleasure My Love.”……… “time for you to move off me then.”

Michelle came to his knees his muscle’s tensed like spring steel. His size belied how fast he could move when he had to and the massive strength in his frame. Michelle was acutely aware of De Corbeau.

Michelle and Paulette’s eyes me for just a moment as she rolled to her side, they spoke of her love for him, that he was not taking anything from her but that she was willingly, lovingly giving the gift that could only be given once, the gift of her virginity. Slowly Paulette got to her hands and keens in the humiliating position that De Corbeau had demanded her head hung low hiding her face from De Corbeau. It was at that moment when De Corbeau, dropped his pistol a bit, as his free hand was moving to grab Paulette bye her hair that Michelle Batard sprung at him. The two men struggled for passion of the pistol, it was between them when the muffled shot rang out and but men lay still on the floor.

 

[mya]

Paulette

The sudden scuffle caught Paulette by surprise. She had not realized that Michelle would try something like that. And as the shot rang out, her heart stopped and she screamed.

As both men lay on the floor, panic sank it. She scrambled to her feet and ran over to the men as she yelled, “MICHELLE!!!!!!!!!!” She sank to her knees still naked beside Michelle searching for bullet wound or a sign of blood. She shivered now, not from cold but from fright “Please God, let him be alright,” she murmured.

 

[cgraven]

“MICHELLE!!!!!!!!!!”

Paulette’s screamed echoed threw the empty Inn, all else was deathly quiet.

“Please God, let him be alright,”

Paulette murmured plea was the first thing Michelle heard after the pistol shot. Slowly he pushed him self up off De Corbeua’s still form. He shook his head in a effort to clear it then Michelle saw Paulette kneeling by him. He crushed her to him kissed away the tears on her cheeks.

“Ma Belle Chere are you all right?”

Michelle’s voice was choked with concern as he held the trembling girl close to him

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette shivered in Michelle’s arms. “Ma Belle Chere are you all right?” he inquired.

She nodded her head. “Oh yes, I am fine! It was you I worried about. Are you all right too?”

Paulette’s eyes searched his body for some sign of blood but could not see any. If Michelle was not bleeding, then how did De Corbeau make out? Perhaps neither man was hurt? Though Paulette was afraid to look over her shoulder to find out if the worst had happened or not. Instead she stayed huddled in Michelle’s arms knowing he’d know what to do about De Corbeau, whether he was dead or alive. Either way, Paulette felt certain there’d be problems.

 

[cgraven]

Oh yes, I am fine! It was you I worried about. Are you all right too?”

“Yes Paulette I was just stunned.”

Michelle turned to De Corbeau, his and to his neck, his face darkened.

“Paulette get dressed quickly, Monsieur de Corbeau is dead.”


Paulette just stared at Michelle her face ashen, as she held her breath and started to shiver again. Michelle’s hand flew threw the air the palm catching her cheek.

Smack


“Paulette do as you where told now and take his purse from his pocket.”

Michelle dressed quickly in just his shirt, trousers and boots. He took the Captain’s coat, and hat and wrapped them around the corps, then Michelle picked up De Corbeau as if was nothing more than a bag of grain.


“Paulette I shall take care of this, open the door to none but be girl, and for God’s sake and our own scrub the floor clean of his blood ……..Not a trace is to remain.”

Michelle disappeared into the night with his burden.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette shivered even as she held her arms across her breasts as she watched Michelle wrap up De Corbeau’s body and leave the room. On his way out Michelle detailed her tasks, “Paulette I shall take care of this, open the door to none but me girl, and for God’s sake and our own scrub the floor clean of his blood ……..Not a trace is to remain.” She nodded her head dumbly and shut and locked the door behind him. She’d be careful to check who it was before opening it to any knocks.

Hurriedly she slipped her clothing back on, she needed all the warmth she could get in her shock of the evenings events. She hastened to the kitchen and set the pot of water on the stove to heat. The job would need good hot soapy water. She added soap to the bucket used for scrubbing the floors and as the water got hot enough she added it to the pail. It was full and very heavy, but Paulette hauled it along with the scrub brush to the dining hall.

She gagged as she saw the pool of blood. Forget what’s happened Paulette…just get this mess cleaned up. Now! Before it becomes a problem. She slid to her knees and began to scrub the floor with vigor, taking extra care to get the drying blood out of the cracks in the stone floor. The blood in the pail turned dark red. She hurried back to the kitchen, dumping out the old water and changing it for new. She took the scrub brush and a rag back with her to the dining room. She scoured the floor once more with the scrub brush. Only a slightly pink water lay on the floor now. She went back over the floor with the rag, wringing it out again and again, getting every last drop of blood off the floor. Then she stood back to inspect the floor…no one would know that only 30 minutes ago it was covered with blood. She stood there watching the floor dry, just to make sure.

Her eyes caught a spattering of blood on the wall behind where De Corbeau’s body had fallen. She hurried to the spot and cleaned the wall with the rag. Rubbing it again and again until the spots came up. When she was satified no trace remained of the horrific events of the evening, she went back to the kitchen to clean her rag, brush and pail and put them away. Then she went back to the dining room and settled in a chair to await Michelle’s return. She prayed no one would come knocking before him. But if they did, she would ignore them and pretend no one was there to hear their knocks. There was no way she’d let any one but Michelle in tonight. She huddled in the chair wrapping her arms around her for warmth.

 

[cgraven]

Michelle slipped through the shadows of night, every never on edge. The barking of a dog and her freezes in the dark shadows of night. His heart is pounding, waiting for the cur to be still. All is silent and Michelle Batard continues his journey to the river’s edge. Crouched there in the shadows by the old stone bridge he loads De Corbeua’s pistol. Then slowly, cautiously makes his way out to the middle of the bridge, propping the body of his foe on the bridge. A pistol shot rings out disturbing the stillness of the night Michelle droops the pistol and De Corbeua’s hat and pushes the corps over the edge of the bridge.

All hell breaks lose dogs barking and people awaken by the shot, throw open their shutter in alarm. But Michelle is already slipping threw the shadow back to the Inn.

Panting out of breath he softly knocks at the kitchen door.

“Paulette, Paulette open the door.”

His voce just above a whisper.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette’s weary head had come to rest on the table top as she waited for Michelle to return. She worked hard to fight off the sleep that threatened to overtake her. Yet she dozed. A noise awoke her and she lifted her head. Did she hear something or was it just a dream? She cocked her head and listened carefully. She heard a soft whisper, “Paulette, Paulette open the door.”

Silently she moved to the door. Was it Michelle on the other side? “Who is it?” she whispered back.

“It is me. Michelle. Hurry and open the door!” and urgent whisper came back to her.

She lifted the heavy wooden arm that barricaded the door, and then quickly turned the key in the big black wrought iron lock. She tugged the door open and tugged Michelle quickly inside. As he stepped through the door, she locked it behind him again and slipped the wooden arm back into place.

Her fingers slid over his cheeks as she checked Michelle over herself for injury. His cheeks where red, and his fingers were ice cold. She helped he off with his big jacket and boots. “Come Michelle, come to the kitchen and warm yourself at the hearth. I’ll make you a hot cup of tea and pour you a cognac.” She led him to the kitchen and settled him an armchair she slid in front of the fire. She set a kettle on the stove to heat and opened the cupboard with Michelle’s special stock of liquors. She poured him a double shot in a glass and carried over to him. He took it from her hands in silence as he stared into the flames.

He had yet to say a word to her upon his return. Paulette’s fingers began to knead his tense shoulders. “Is everything OK Michelle? Will things work out fine for you?” she asked softly. She continued to massage his neck and shoulders and he took a sip of the cognac. She waited patiently for his words to come when he was ready. Until then she could only work at making him more comfortable.

 

[cgraven]

Michelle slip in the door, then Paulette quickly closed and bared it. The soft touch of her hand on his cheek as she checked to makes sure he was unharmed brought a tiered smile to his worn face. Michelle was numb from the cold and just stood there as Paulette took his coat, then knelt to help him off with his heavy boots.

“Come Michelle, come to the kitchen and warm yourself at the hearth. I’ll make you a hot cup of tea and pour you a cognac.”

Michelle cold tiered and exhausted let Paulette lead him to the kitchen and his chair by the hearth. Half in a daze he watched as she set the kettle to boil and poured him a health cognac. Michelle just looked at the golden amber liquid in the glass he held and dreaded what he must do this night if they where to survive. The feel of The young girl’s fingers massaging his shoulders slowly brought him to the present.

“Is everything OK Michelle? Will things work out fine for you?”

her voice so sweet so innocent, her fingers still working at the knots in his shoulders. Michelle bib hand covered one of her dainty hands He look back up at Paulette.

“Ma chere the body is taken care of. Do you still have his purse?”

He paused for a moment, but before the girl could answer he went on.

“Paulette De Turne’ and Tugas where here with him, tough they had no stomach for what De Corbeau intended they knew I was to violently take you for his pleasure. If they start questioning then they will have a doctor in sooner or later and you must not be a virgin and there needs to be signs that you where taken as they would expect.”

Michelle kissed Paulette’s hand and started into the fire on the hearth.

 

[mya]

Paulette

“…there needs to be signs that you where taken as they would expect.” Michelle’s words trailed off. She could tell by his tone he was distressed by this turn of events. She smiled softly and slid her hands from their massage so she could hug him from behind.

“We must do whatever we must do to keep you and the Inn safe,” Paulette told him matter of factly. “And it will ensure my safety also.” She laid a soft kiss on his cheek. Then before she could loose her courage, she whispered in his ear, “I do not fear it Michelle. I admit that it excites me to give this gift to you.” She blushed softly, for she knew it was not becoming of a lady to want such things, let alone to blatantly say so. But she also knew that they had only a short time to take care of the task, and she wanted Michelle to feel fine about taking her virginity, for she had no qualms about giving it to him.

She slipped her clothing quickly and efficiently from her body. Then she moved around to face him standing in her naked glory as she stepped between his spread knees. She leaned forward and kissed his lips boldly as her hands removed the drink from his fingers and then pulled his hands to her breasts. As the kiss broke, she whispered, “Make love to me Michelle…please.”

 

[cgraven]

Michelle smiles as Paulette hugs him tightly from behind her arms around his neck.

“We must do whatever we must do to keep you and the Inn safe,” ……..“And it will ensure my safety also.”

Paulette’s voice was matter of fact but then a sweet kiss caresses Michelle’s cheek.

“I do not fear it Michelle. I admit that it excites me to give this gift to you.”

Paulette’s voice a soft gentle whisper her breath warm and moist at Michelle’s ear and he sighed for he could just see in his minds eye how the girl must be blushing. The soft rustle of fabric greets his ears. Then she is there in front of him the fire backlighting her petit form. Michelle marvels at the perfection of her supple body so much that of a woman in her prime yet so much the protected little girl remains in Paulette. She steps between his legs, Michelle savors the Paulette’s kiss as she takes the glass from his hand then guides his to her firm young breasts.

“Make love to me Michelle…please.”

The girls voice a soft pleading whisper as she breaks their kiss.

“Oui Ma Bell Chere, but it must be where they saw us.”

Michelle fingers roll Paulette’s nipples, a little tug then a gentle pinch . Slowly his hands slide down the sensual curve of her torso to rest on her hips. Michelle stands sweeps the girl into his arms, cradling her and carries Paulette to the dining room.

He sit her down on her feet.

“Ma Chere This not the way I wanted your first time to be. Every young Maid should have her first time should be romantic. Yet I must take you here as he wished, violent, on your hands and knees. All must appear as if his dark charade was played out.”

Michelle eyes are sad his voice worn and tired He enfolds Paulette in his big arms crushing her to him in a tight embrace. His Kiss is hot and passionate, as their tongues dance, as he savors the sweet taste of her young mouth.


"Paulette lay down and spread your legs .”

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette was not distressed about what must be done. Instead her body was on -ire as Michelle played with her nipples. And as he swept her into his arms to carry her back to the dining room, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The golden glow of the torch light lent a warmth to the room as Michelle put her on her feet. He worried about romance, and then smothered her in his strong embrace as he kissed her passionately. He worried for her and her well-being. As the kiss ended, he said wearily, “Paulette lay down and spread your legs.”

She lifted his chin so their eyes met. She smiled at him. “Michelle, you carried me here, you kissed me with passion, you fill my soul with your love. Who says this is not romantic? Hmmm? Everything will work out fine. I am not afraid. Please do not fret about how this act will come to pass. There will be other times where we can do this differently. For now, I will be satisfied this way. My body aches for you Michelle.”

Paulette undressed herself quickly again and laid upon the cold floor and spread her legs as Michelle had requested. Her ivory skin paled against the dark stone floor. Her shaved mons beckoned to Michelle. “Do not be afraid to make me get on my hands and knees when the time is right Michelle.” She lay there looking up at him, knowing he would know how best to take her. She merely had to do as he requested. A shiver ran through her body that had nothing to do with the cold floor as she watched him undress—in fact she felt quite warm.