A lady’s tale

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Michelle felt the cool tender touch of Paulette’s delicate hand as she lifted his chin. Her where eyes soft and caring, her smile warm and welcoming.

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’s voice a soft loving whisper, her breath warm, moist, as it caresses his rough cheek as she speaks. Slowly the virgin beauty steps back her eyes hold Michelle’s as she quickly strips away her clothing. Michelle could not believe his eyes as this stunning beauty stands there her supple virginal body in its naked glory, her skirt pooled around her dainty feet. Slowly Paulette steps from the there to lay upon the floor her legs spread as he had told her, her skin pale alabaster contrast with the cold gray stone of the floor. There is nothing to hide her most intimate perfection from his gaze her shaved “Venus Mound”, a seductive invitation.

“Do not be afraid to make me get on my hands and knees when the time is right Michelle.”

Her eyes speak of her trust and the love she holds for this giant of a man, Paulette so petit and delicate Michelle massive, and rough. His clothes now discarded he kneels between her welcoming thighs. Leaning forward his hands either side of her golden head Michelle lowers his lips to softly kiss Paulette’s fore head, eyelids., the tip of her nose, then softly as a butterfly’s wing his lips brush her ruby red lips, He lifts his head his eyes steady, a window to his soul as he gazes into Paulette’s.

“Ma belle chere I love you.”

Again that soft kiss but now it deepens with the love and passion that Michelle has for this young beauty, He savors the sweet taste of Paulette’s mouth as their tongues dance in passion. He breaks that breathless kiss then in a slow sensual worship of the young virgin’s body Michelle’s kisses accompanied by gentle tonguing, and little nips of love, follow the sinuous cure of Paulette’s neck, lower to tease and please her full ripe breasts, and their puckered, pebble hard nipples. Down across the flat plain of her belly to kiss and her naval, to ream it out with his tongue. To the soft hollow where hip and thigh meet to kiss, tongue and nibble. Maddeningly, slowly, Michelle works ever lower till he kisses Paulette’s inner thighs, giving each a sharp little nip. He lifts his head capturing the young virgin’s eyes then holding them he lowers his head and his tongue darts out to slowly lick up her virginal folds as he savors Paulette’s sweet nectar.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Michelle’s soft kisses placed upon Paulette’s eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her lips, send shivers run down her spine in anticipation. She lays still against the hard cold floor, savouring the feel of his skin against hers. Her breath catches in her chest, and she forgets to breathe. As Michelle meets and holds her eyes, she hides nothing of herself from him. As he softly tells her, “Ma belle chere I love you,” she expels her breath in a slow and steady stream and then flashes him a warm smile.

“Qui Michelle, I know,” she whispers. “Just as my heart beats only for you.” His next passion filled kiss raises her temperature and his. She relishes the feel of his hair thighs against the skin of her soft inner thighs. Her moans of excitement fill his mouth. And as the kiss breaks, he trails more soft kisses down her body. His mouth touches her pointed nipple…and her fingers instantly curl at her sides as she draws in a sharp breath. He wastes no time there though, and Paulette already regrets the absence of his mouth on her breast, until she feels it slide lower, and lower still. Again she holds her breath. And at last she is rewarded when his lips meet her nether lips. The breath she was holding again rushes out of her lungs, “Ohhhhh Michelle!” He uses his tongue and mouth upon her for quite some time until Paulette writhes beneath him and her hips buck up to meet his questing tongue.

His tongue merely flutters against her faster. “Ohhhhh Michelle,” she groans again and again. Yet he is relentless in his pursuit of her swollen nub. Her continues to torment her clit until her fingers curl in his hair and she shoves his face harder against her mound. She is incapable of saying much more than his name interspursed with moans and groans and gasps. At last once her body has been wound so tight by the ministrations of his tonge, her body spasms and she cries out, “OHHHHH Michelle,” Her body quakes and shudders as the pleasure radiates from the core of her womanhood and passes through her body…wave after wave of sweet release.

Michelle lifts his head and with a smile watches as Paulette’s body is filled with heat again and again. As the ripples recede and she lies still once again upon the floor, he straightens up on his knees as his hands caress her soft inner thighs. “It is time ma chere, time for you to turn over and rest upon your knees and hands.” His hands continue to massage her feet. “Yes Michelle,” Paulette agrees as she lanquidly rolls to her tummy. Her breasts mash against the cold floor and it feels good on her hot nipples. She rises to her hands and knees. Michelle moves close behind her, parting her legs further. “That’s it ma chere, it will be easier if your arms and legs are further apart to take my weight.” She nods her head in silent acceptance.

He leans over her back and gain rains kisses from her neck, down her back and over her youthful buttocks. His hands stroke her flesh firmly as though to quiet a young colt. She waits silently, enjoying each of his touches and kisses. His hand again slides between her legs and he feels her pooled wetness. He coats her slit with it and then continues to softly stroke her back. She feels his cock nudging against her slit, sliding slowly along its length. She shivers. “It is OK Michelle, I do not fear this. Take me as you must my Love.”

He continues to go slow, coating the head of his massive cock in her juices, sliding it between her folds and getting her ready for the penetration. The head presses against the entrance to her womb, poised to slide inside. Paulette braces her hands and knees and bites her lip, preparing for the pain she knows will come. Her mother had told her on her wedding day that this time would come and that it would hurt and that she must endure it for her husband many times in her life. Paulette felt she was ready, though Michelle was not her husband. And though she was inexperienced, she already felt deep down that this act of loving would be one she would not simply “endure”, she knew it was something that she would come to look forward to whenever Michelle would see fit to reward her with his attention. She hoped she’d pleased him well this day, for she was not sure once would be enough for her. Though she blushed at the thought, for surely her mother would be ashamed that a lady would have such thoughts. She pushes the thought aside, and thinks only of Michelle and his gentle love for her as he slowly continues to slide his cock between her thighs preparing her.

 

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Paulette has obediently followed Michelle’s instructions. Her breathing comes in soft expectant gasps as he continues to prepare the young virgin for the loss of that treasure she has been told to guard at all costs until her wedding night. His massive hands are on her slender waist he slowly slides the head of his prick along the moist satin folds of her virginity. He leans forward to cup her breasts his fingers teasing and pleasing her pebble hard nipples. He watches as Paulette throws back her head and lets out a slow throaty moan, his mouth again bathes the beauty’s back with hot passionate kisses, seductive licks and sensual little nips. Michelle excites all the secret little places that he knows pleases and excites his virgin beauty.

Paulette is in the rows of passion and desire as Michelle’s hands slide from her breasts down the sensual curves of her booby to her waist. He guides to the head of his massive cock to slide into her moist outer folds then he pushes his hips forward a bit to lodge that head in to the entrance of her virginal passage. He steadies her, she is so petit and he is so large. Michelle waits as Paulette’s adjust to his girth. He eases back a bit h
Then he pushes a little deeper into the sweet tight silken perfection of his love.

It is a slow loving process as Michelle slowly works deeper into the tight virginity; he is gentle, patient with her. Letting Paulette adjust to him little by little. Finally he nudges Paulette’s maiden head she gasps, he stills, then slowly draws back to thrust quickly forward to claim that gift she has offered, the gift that can only be given once, her virginal innocence.

“Ma Chere the pain will pass, I promise you “

His voice is soft and reassuring. Michelle leans forward and kisses the divot at the base of Paulette’s spine. Then he starts the slow even rhythm of the dance of love keeping pressure on the young girls throbbing bud of passion with each stroke.

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette’s breath caught in her throat as Michelle burst through her innocence with his large cock. Michelle helped to ease the pain as it seared through her body by touching her body with his lips and hands. He soothed and calmed her once again, then slowly glided in and out of her. As he pumped slowly, all evidence of the pain passed, only to be replaced by a building pleasure.

Paulette’s breath returned and she again began to groan as the pleasure build within her. Her hips began to rock against his as she tightened on his fullness. Her back arched and head lolled back as he continued to take her from behind. As his hands came to rest on her breasts once again, she moaned. As his fingers began to roll her sensitive nipples, she cried out in sheer delight. He pumped her again and again. She squeezed him tighter and tighter. Michelle slid one of his hands down her body and his finger penetrated her slippery folds so that he could rub her swollen clit. Before long, Paulette was gasping and writhing as she reached her orgasm. “Ohhhhhh Michelle, it feels soooooo good!” she cried out.

He continued to drive into her from behind as she clamped on his manhood. He rode her until she reached a second peak before allowing himself to join her. As he pumped her full of his seed, he continued to stroke her breast and her clit. Paulette continued to spasm beneath him and her orgasm just kept going, and going, and going. Her body only stopped quaking after he’d spent all of his seed deep with in her. On shaky arms and legs, she collapsed against the floor. Her hot cheek lay against the cold floor as she said once again, “Oh Michelle, that was wonderful!”

 

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Paulette collapsed on the cold stone floor her passion quenched, her body spent

“Oh Michelle, that was wonderful!”

Her voice a small gasped whisper. Michelle slowly pressed himself up off Paulette’s prone body afraid his massive body would injure the petit mademoiselle. Rollin the spent beauty on her back Michelle bathed her face, neck and breasts with hot molten kisses. The claimed her mouth with a kiss of deep passion.

Michelle Carried his lover to her bed and laid her beneath the covers, and then held her in his arms till sleep at last claimed them both.

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The next day the town was alive with the news of Captain De Corbeau’s death. His body was found down stream from the village, he was apparently the victim of a robbery. Monsieur De Turne’ the magistrate started and investigation, and Jules Tugas was sent to inventory the good Captain’s processions and look for a will.

A week passed and life in the village had returned to its normal pace. All seemed as normal at Michelle Batard’s Inn. There had been questions of when De Corbeau left that night but nothing else. Then one evening as the Inn was full and the guest where at ther supper, Perrier De Turne’ arrived with two squads on the National Guard.

“Michelle Batard, you and Paulette de Coucher have been denounced as harboring aristocrats and enemies of the Republic Please come quietly.”

The soldiers quickly placed Michelle in leg irons and manacles as no man in his right mind would risk his strength and temper. Paulette and Michelle where ushered out of the Inn both being brought to the local prison. Michelle was separated from Paulette. He watched her standing there as he was taken below and placed in a cell chained to the wall.

When Michelle was gone De Turne’ had Paulette taken to his country house.

They where in his study and Jules Tugas sat in a chair to the side.

“You may go gentlemen I will take personal charge of the prisoner.”

The soldiers left giving each other a knowing look. Leaning on his desk Perrier De Turne’ smiled at the young girl.

“ Good evening Mademoiselle Amelie Bouguereau. It is not often I have the opportunity to entrain of Lady of your quality and beauty. ”

 

[mya]

Paulette De Coucher

As Michelle and Paulette were taken from the Inn memories flooded her mind. Memories of that fateful day of her wedding, when she was rescued by none other than De Corbeau himself—sure she’d only known him as “The Raven” then. Would she have known what he’d intended with her, she’d have risked her life that day and let the rioters kill her then. That would be one-hundred-fold better than what was happening now. For then, only her life would have been taken—and now, Michelle’s life surely hung in the balance also. She wept openly all the way to the prison, her eyes only on Michelle shackled as a prisoner. Please forgive me Michelle, for I knew not what trouble I brought upon your house that day, she silently begged, willing Michelle to feel her shame for bringing this upon him. He did not deserve such treatment.

As Paulette saw Michelle lead to the dungeons and herself carted off to another place, she silently vowed to escape her new captors some how, and return to the prison to help Michelle escape. She stood straighter, her spine strengthened by her resolve. SHE WOULD NOT DIE HERE…SHE WOULD LIVE TO HELP MICHELLE! She trudged on in the dirt and dust, following those who held her, all the while her mind planning her escape.

As she was led up to the regal country home, her eyes scanned the country side, spying all the ditches, sheds, trees where she would be able to take cover once she made her escape. As she was led into the house—she noted the entrance to the kitchen. She might be able to find herself a knife for a weapon there later on. She noticed the set of glistening armor—with his sword held in his metal glove and the tip pointed at his toe. She was careful not to let the men who led her see that she was already plotting her escape.

As she walked into the study, two men sat there waiting for her—Jules Tugas and Perrier De Turne. Each of the horrible men wore wicked smiles upon their faces. Paulette anger instantly rose in her throat. These men were not good enough to lick Michelle’s boots clean, yet here they were free while Michelle stood changed in a dark, dank dungeon.

“Good evening Mademoiselle Amelie Bouguereau. It is not often I have the opportunity to entrain of Lady of your quality and beauty,” De Turne greeted her.

“As you are well aware, I am Paulette De Coucher, serving wench to Monsieur Michelle Batard.” Paulette’s only remaining reply was to gather up her saliva and spit in his face.

 

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Perrier De Turne could not help but notice the anger that flashed in the young beauty’s eyes yet he was not prepared for what followed.

“As you are well aware, I am Paulette De Coucher, serving wench to Monsieur Michelle Batard.”

Paulette’s spittle ran down De Turne face as he went first ashen then scarlet as his surprise turned to anger. His hand lashed out, an angry red print of his hand glowing on her cheek. Jules Tugas caught the stunned Paulette before she fell to the floor and cruelly twisted her arms behind her.

“Bitch”

De Turne’ screamed as Tugas held the struggling beauty a helpless captive.

“So you deny being Mademoiselle Amelie Bouguereau”

He hissed at her.

“So your only Batard’s serving wench?”

De Turner’s face was a mere breath away from Paulette’s”

“Then I see no need to treaty you a lady of quality.”

There was a look of pure evil in his beady little eyes as he slowly began to fondle Paulette’s breasts trough the thin material of her chemise. Then He stepped back and gave a nod to Jules Tugas who trust the girl at him. As he shoved Paulette back towards Tugas he grabbed a hand full of her chemise ripping it open. The two men kept shoving her between them ripping the clothes from Paulette’s supple body. Jules and Perrier laughed at Paulette’s futile attempts to fend them off and protect her honor.

Though neither man was as massive as Michelle they where more than a match for the petit little blonde beauty. Paulette. Now lay huddled on the floor naked and defenseless before the two brutes. Before Paulette could even move Tugas had her by the arms and DeTurne’ by her trim little ankles. The hefted her on to De Turn’s desk and he stepped between her flaying legs. There was a very evil and dangerous smile on his face as Tugas held her arms and shoulders pinned to the desk.

“I like spirit in a wench bitch.”

Then De Turne lowered his mouth to lick and suckle Paulette’s breasts and nipples. While Tugas pressed his mouth to hers. Yet the girl kept her mouth clinched shut as her slobbered over her full sensual lips until de Turne bit sharply down on Paulette’s now diamond hard nipple.

I see you fight tooth and nail my little slut but your body cries yes even as you struggle.”

De Turne laughed .

 

[mya]

Paulette

Paulette struggled to no avail. The men held her fast as De Turne’s mouth tormented her nipple. She abhorred that he could make her body respond despite her hatred for the men that held her. And she hated worse that de Turne delighted in her response. But the absolute worst of all was Jules Tugas’ mouth on hers. For any man, woman or instrument could use her body and demand a physical response. But she desperately wanted to reserve her mouth for the special man in her life.

She'd almost succeeded in keeping her mouth shut until De Turne bit her nipple. It was then she screamed in pain and surprise, thereby allowing Tugas’ tongue to violate her warm mouth. She quickly bit down on his tongue in response. His yelps filled the air, and his fingers violently pulled the hair on her head. “You little Bitch!” he hollered. “You’ll pay for that 10 times over.” His hand rubbed his sore mouth. At the same time she pulled her one knee upward, trying to put it into a position to make De Turne feel a worse pain between his legs. But before she could fully push her leg between his, De Turne clamped his fingers over her knee and pressed it back to the desk. “Non, non, non,” he admonished, as he shook his head no, “you’ll not get a chance to make a eunuch of me my little slut!”

As Perrier De Turn held Paulette’s knees tight, Jules Tugas clamped her wrists tight. Perrier lifted his head from her nipple after one last swipe with his tongue (obviously a punishment he enjoyed delivering) and asked, “Whatever shall we do with this slut Jules. She obviously is not going to just lay back and take what she’s got coming like a good girl!” Paulette could almost see the wheels of his brain working as he began to dream up all kinds of wonderful ways to punish the naughty Paulette. While his mind was occupied with those thoughts, Paulette’s own mind was busy thinking of ways to escape these horrible men to return to Michelle’s side. Though if anyone cared to check, the dew upon her womanly petals would give her retched body’s desire away. She hoped the men would not notice.

 

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Then De Turne’s beady little eyes lit up.

“Hold the slut Jules if se moves a finger snap her pretty little neck.”

Jules fingers cruelly entwined in Paulette’s golden hair, as he lewdly lick the side of her pretty little face.

Perrier it would be my pleasure.

Soon Paulette could hear the clanking of chains, the cold bite of the iron on her delicate wrist as Perrier drew her arm back over her head and down clamping the other end of the manacles to the leg of the desk. In like manner he captured Paulette’s other wrist securing it to the desk. Though she struggled the petit blond was no match for the two brutes.

“Do not struggle little slut for it will do you no good.”

They next captured and secured Paulette’s trim ankles in chains bending her knees back along the sides of the desk and spreading her legs wide fully exposing Paulette’s saven pussy fully to ther lecherous gaze.

“Jules my friend it seems our guest enjoys the attention we pay to her.”

De Turne’ ran a finger the length of Paulette’s glistening pink neither lips his finger coated with her sweet nectar. He smears her on dewy nectar on her lip full sensual lips. Then slips his knurled fingers into the depths of the young girl’s pussy to tease her sweet spot while Jules Tugas attached a pair of nipple clamps to Paulette’s peaked nipples and started to tighten them down till her tears stained her silken cheeks.

 

[mya]

Paulette

As De Turne sampled Paulette’s dewy wares, Tugas relished the task of clamping her pointed nipples. The pain seared through the tips of her breasts and she could not help but cry out in pain. These men clearly used her body as they wished. She felt cheap, especially since deep down she knew she enjoyed being at their mercy—having the matters taken from her control. Thus the tears that rolled down her cheeks were more out of shame than physical pain. It was true that the clamps bit cruelly, for Tugas had made quite sure to tighten them down good.

In the dingy light of the room, Paulette wanted only to escape…to forget where she was and who used her body. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head from the men so as not to look at them. At the same time she willed her body not to welcome them as she squeezed her vaginal muscles tight in an attempt to close herself to them.

Instead she concentrated on her journey into this room, committing to her memory the path to the kitchen, the location of the armor, and the door that would take her to freedom. She’d be ready to make her escape at the first opportunity—and she’d make sure that it caught them by surprise. Surprise would be her best weapon against these over bearing and over confident men. For surely they’d not expect her to fight her way out if she had the chance. She’d bide her time until the time was right. A small smile curved her lips upward.

 

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De Turne’ and Tugas looked at the helpless beauty as they took their pleasure at her expense.. Paulette’s oozed her sweet nectar as De Turne’ brought her to the very edge of ecstasy and held her quivering body there yet denying her the release that her treacherous body yearned for.

“Jules Our little slut is wet and ready for us we should not keep her waiting any longer. My friend.”

Neither man even bothered to fully disrobe, their lust to have and use the young beauty now out of control. De Turne’ rammed his cock into Paulette’s tight little pussy, He ravished her hands upon her narrow waist, his balls slapping against her puffy labia with each thrust, till he had wrung three orgasms form Paulette..

Jules Tugas straddled Paulette’s waist, his long slender prick between her breasts his hands squeezing Paulette’s firm breast together and he began to fuck her breasts. Each stroke nudged Paulette’s lips and he would pull on the chain attached to her nipple clamps, and when she screamed he would slip the tip of his cock into her warm moist mouth till at last he came spurting his cum down Paulette’s throat. When both men had repeatedly used the chained beauty the released her. Then bent Paulette over the desk to rape her tight young ass.

They where laughing as she collapsed on to the floor. And started to drink brandy pouring some down her throat from time to time till they finally passed out in a drunken stupor.

 

[mya]

Paulette

The barbarians used Paulette’s body again and again. And though she’d never admit it out loud, her body had indeed shown all the signs that she had thoroughly enjoyed it—at least physically. Even as Jules Tugas ‘pulled’ her acquiescence out of her body by tugging on the chain attached to her aching nipples—making her mouth open and accept his blossoming manhood into her warm mouth again and again. Finally after they’d taken her anally, she’d been allowed to rest on the floor.

As the men drank themselves into a stupor, she released her aching nipples from the clamps, massaging them as the blood burned its way back into her aching tips. Paulette hissed softly at the painful throbbing. Finally she dared to extricate herself from their tangled arms and legs. On tip toe, she slipped from the room as she gathered her torn dress and top. She pulled them on and straightened them as best she could. At the entrance she found her shoes and another woman’s overcoat. Carefully and quietly she opened the door and stepped through. All the while she’d expected to be caught—she could feel her heart beating in her temples. She ran down the long drive, intent only on leaving the place far behind. From behind her she heard the barking of dogs. Dear God, don’t let those dogs belong to this place. She never bothered to look back, she merely kept running toward the road way and freedom.

 

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Golden eyes glowing in the dark, hot furtive breath coming in hot pants, the soul cringing howls as the beast close in on Paulette, white fangs, tearing at the helm of her skirt, and the sweet musky sent of her sex as the first brute jumps his paws striking the young girl in the middle of her back. Paulette’s supple body prone on the ground, a beast muzzle at her throat, the other ‘s licking up the sensual curve of Paulette’s leg.


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Michelle bound hand and foot, fettered in chains, guards posted outside his cell, they take no chance with this giant of a man for his strength and temper is well known and feared.

The beating of hoofs shatters the silence of the night, the rattling of sabers, the small troop draws up in front of the jail. The captain dismounts followed by three troopers.

“Where are Monsieur Perrier Turne’ and Monsieur Michelle Batard?”

Led to the cells The Captain ordered Michelle’s release to the shock of all present.

“ The reign and corruption of Rose Pierre is at an end Law will be the order of the day gentlemen and by order of the Republic Michelle Batard has been appointed your new prefix.

Michelle wasted no time in obtaining a mount and ordering the Captain and his troop to follow him. Paulette must be rescued and he had debts that needed to be paid and Jules and Perrier would pay them in full.