Class Warfare... female needed

[makofin]

Paul grabbed Monique around her slender waist preventing her from rushing forward into danger. She struggled, protesting, insisting that she go to her servants rescue.

" Please madam, I urge caution. Look before you leap, this could be a trap ! " Louie Paul warned, " Let me go first. "

Monique ceased her struggle. He pulled his pistol and limped down the hall. She followed close behind.

" Oh God, help me, please Madam La Dorre'. Please ! " Irene pleaded.

The captain put his arm up to restrain Monique from rushing heedlessly into danger. He shoved the door open with his shoulder only to find Irene being held by the sargeant with a dagger at her throat. Paul could not risk a shot without the chance of hitting Irene in the process.

" Let her go. " Paul demanded.

" Ahhh captain' I was wondering when you were going to show up." The sargeant sneered. " No, will you drop your weapons or I will slit this pretty ladys throat ! "

Having no other choice Paul placed his weapons upon the floor. Suddenly Monique and Paul were siezed from behind, their hands tied behind.

 

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The scene that they found when they burst into her chambers made Monique’s blood run cold. Irene was looking at the both of them in so much fear that she felt panic to save her servant. The dagger was pressed tightly to her throat, flashing silver in the room as Louie Paul and the other man spoke between each other.

She then watched as he placed his weapons on the floor and she looked at him in panic. She wanted to yell at him that he was doing something wrong, that he needed to fight when suddenly she was grabbed from behind.

Monique screamed, thrashing against the man that held her as her arms were bound behind her back. She managed to kick someone in the leg, a sharp blow to the side of her head making the room spin around her. She felt a trickle of blood seep out of her mouth and she looked towards Louie Paul with a confused look, her head aching fiercely as she leaned limply in the arms of the man that was binding her.

 

[makofin]

The sargeant drunkingly laughed as the lady of the house resisted. At the same time he yanked the poor sevants head back by her hair and softly slid the sharp blade across her delicate throat drawing blood.

" If you continue to resist, I will gut her from head to toe. Do you understand, bitch ? " the sargeant warned.

Just then two more privates rushed into the room, having fianally gained entrance. One of the two rushed up and kneed Paul in the balls and he fell to the floor. " That's for killing my brother, you bastard ! " he screamed. He continued to kick the young captain while he was down, showing no mercy.

" Enough ! I want the captain alive so he can watch what we do to these lovely young ladies. " the sargeant barked. Grinning wickedly, his yellow teeth exposed he shoved the gypsy wench aside and stepped in front of Monique. With a flick of his wrist he cut her green muslin gown down from bodice to her waist. With barely a whisper it fell from her shoulders...

 

[heartofcourage]

Monique screamed as the men rushed into the room and attacked Paul. She squirmed against the man who held her, frantically looking for some way to get away from them. She stopped as Irene was tossed aside, the poor girl cowering on the floor. Her eyes were then turned towards the man that stood in front of her, his dagger slitting her gown from her neck to her waist, pushing it off her shoulders until she stood there in her undergarments.

“You’re a pig!” She shouted at the man, her chin tilted at an angle of defiance. “You’re no better than the shit that is out in the yard. You should be ashamed for what you’ve done!”

 

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" You're a pig, you're no better than the shit that is out in the yard. You should be ashamed for what you've done. "

The sargeant snickered, " Perhaps...my lady , but you are nothing more than a whore, a slut for France ! " Saying that he pushed her breast above her corsett and twisted her nipple.

Monique gasped.

" Leave her alone. She has done nothing to you. " Paul insisted. " Take your filthy hands off of her. "

" Be silent, captain, sir ! " the private sneered, kicking him in the ribs. Paul winced, full of pain, frustrated at being unable to help the ladies.

" My god, will you look at her breasts !!! They are absolutely perfect. " the sargeant exclaimed lifting one in his hand, as if weighing it.

 

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Monique fought and struggled against the other man that was holding her as the man before her called her a slut for France. She clenched her jaw shut as he pushed her breasts above her corset, yanking the stiff material down until her lush pale breasts bounced into view. She shrieked at him, fighting harder as he palmed on, his fingers cruelly twisting a pink nipple until she was panting in pain.

“Unhand me!” She shouted at him, listening to Paul say much of the same until he was kicked in the ribs. “You son of a whore!” She shrieked again, words that a lady should never say bursting past her lips

She kicked the lieutenant then. A swiftly aimed kick to his balls was true in it’s connection and she watched him double over, her breasts forgotten as she shivered with the fear of what she’d just done. Surely he’d be very angry with her now.

 

[makofin]

The sargeant doubled over in pain after the unlady like kick to his privates. The blow caught him by surprise and took his breath away. He was simply stunned and unable to respond or else he may have delivered a brutal slap to her pretty little face.

" You bitch, you will pay for that ! " the sarge sneered, holding his balls in agony. " Tie her to that coat rack. "

Two of the men obeyed and forced her against the wall. They quickly secured her wrists to one of the iron hooks so that she was facing the wall. Using a bayonet they cut the rest of her gown apart, along with the petticoats, leaving her only in her corsett, stockings, slippers and sheer pantaloons.

Now somewhat recovered, the sargeant stepped forward holding a sturdy black silver tipped riding crop and slapped Monique's lushious round butte cheeks.

" Let me hear you beg for foregivness, slut ! " the sargeant demanded, swinging it again.

 

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Monique glared at the sergeant as he doubled over. She felt a small shot of pride course through her body at standing her ground. Then she heard his order and thought that perhaps she’d been too foolish and hasty. She fought the men holding her, not making it easy for them to force her against the wall and tie her wrists above her head.

She screamed at them as they used a sharp bayonet and sliced through her clothing. She shivered in the cool are as she was left only in her undergarments. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes widened when she saw the sergeant glaring at her with a crop in his hand. When the first blow to her bottom came, she scream and squirmed, a large red mark appearing on her creamy skin beneath the pantaloons.

She bit her lower lip, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of hearing her beg. Tears welled in her eyes with each stroke and soon she found herself pressing her heated cheek against the cool wall, trying to distract herself from the growing pain in her bottom.

 

[makofin]

Paul lay in pain on the floor, but that was nothing compared to the ache in his chest knowing that if it wasn't for him bringing these parasites here today, Monique would be safe and secure in her own home, and not be suffering at the hands of these scum. This proud and beautiful female did not deserve to be treated like this. If only he could free his hands from the leather bonds, then while they were distracted watching the half naked Monique being punished and reach the dagger hidden in his boot did he have a chance to save her. It was then and there Louie Paul vowed to kill every last one of them.

To her credit Monique did not utter a sound. The sargeant grew frustrated and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head backwards to hiss in her ear, " I said I want to hear you plead for merci, bitch !"

With his free hand he massaged her tender round butte cheeks before squeezing them. Delibertly the sarge brushed his stiff middle finger between her legs causing Monique to arch her back.

" How do you like being helpless, Madam, knowing that I can do whatever I want with you ? " the sarge snickered.

 

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Monique kept her cheek pressed against the wall until the man’s fingers tangled in her thick curls and yanked it backwards. She shivered as his hot breath hissed against her ear. No, she wouldn’t beg, she told herself. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

She turned her head and spit in his face, the dark scowl on her features telling him just how angry she was. She whimpered as he squeezed her bottom, the pain from the crop making the flesh sore and sensitive. Then he brushed his finger over her pussy lips, the fabric of her pantaloons pulling tight as she arched her back and tried to buck him off.

“You won’t have what you want! I would kill you if I got the chance.” She hissed at him, hating the snickering voice he spoke with.

 

[makofin]

Forgotten Paul watched through slitted eyes as Monique fought and spat in the sargeants face. He stumbled backwards wiping the spit from his pockmarked face.

" Why you nasty little slut, you should be begging me to fuck you ! You have been without a man for how long ? Your husband left you here, not able to protect you. "

Barely being unable to contain his fury he used the riding crop on Monique's butte again and again. How dare this high class bitch disgrace him.

" By time I am finished with you you will beg me, and all my men, to fuck you ! You will enjoy being our whore. What other choice do you have besides imprisonment or the gullotine."

Yanking her hair back he nibbled at her neck, his hand once again exploring her ass, his foul breath invading her nostrils.

Meanwhile Paul lay on the floor waiting for the right time to make his move

 

[heartofcourage]

Monique squealed and cried out as he attacked her bottom with a fury. The crop left stinging red marks on her creamy flesh, the warmth seeping through her thin pantaloons. She squirmed, her wrists pulling at her bonds as she struggled to get away from his attack. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg, but she wanted the assault to stop.

She yelped when his hand curled in her hair and yanked her head backwards, the column of her neck exposed as he nibbled against it. She whimpered and turned her head to the side, ignoring the lustful look that he was giving her as his hand pinched and squeezed her sore ass again.

“I’d rather die then submit to you! Take me to the guillotine!” She insisted, her head racing a million miles a second as she wondered if he’d actually go through with his threat.

 

[makofin]

Grinning like a fool, a private who had been watching the Monique's struggles decided to join in on the fun, and approached her from behind. He cupped her full breasts and ran his filthy fingers over her nipples in an attempt to make them stiffen.

" Ahhh, do you like that madame ? Does it feel good ? " the soldier asked.

Meanwhile the sarge stepped back fumbling with his trousers to release his semi erect dick. " Let's it, Pierre, get the noble bitch all hot and bothered for me. I'm going to pleasure her before I send her to prison and the guillotine."

Spying the terrified gypsy servant wench curled up in a ball in the corner, the sarge stepped above her shaking his dick inches from her face.

" Ahhh, don't just sit there doing nothing, come please me with your mouth. "

Irene didn't respond.

" NOW...get on your knees ! "

Crying in fear she crawled over to him. " Please don't make me sir. " she begged.

Paul couldn't stand to witness this much longer, but he knew he had to be cautious, he was up against four armed men. He had to be patient.

 

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Monique gasped when she felt hands snake around her body and paw at the breasts that had been bared from her corset. She gritted her teeth as he stroked and twisted her nipples in an attempt to make them hard. She shook her head as he asked her questions, her head tilting backwards quickly until she was met with the satisfying smack of the back of her head and his nose.

She winced at the scream the man issued forth and let out a loud yelp of her own when she was suddenly pressed firmly against the wall before her, his hands pressing her neck to the firm surface before her as she was kept from moving. From her position, she could see the sergeant forcing Irene to perform unspeakable things and she felt tears welling in her eyes at the young girl’s peril.

 

[makofin]

To Pauls surprise Monique had drawn blood. She was quite capable of defending herself even with her hands secured, which was lucky for them because by now she probably would have clawed someone's eyes out.

It was now or never.

Paul, his hands free, one clutching the small dagger rolled towards Pierre, rising up and grabbed him by the throat, plunching the blade into his neck, and shoved him aside screaming. He stumbled forward clutching the bloody wound on his neck. Spinning around he cut the bonds on her wrists setting her free.

" Run ! " Paul shouted turning to face the private with a bayonet on his musket who was charging forward the blade aimed for his stomach. He side stepped, grabbing the gun by the barrel. They struggled for control of the weapon.

Meanwhile the sargeant shoved Irene away, pulling out his cutlass...

 

[heartofcourage]

Monique gasped as she was suddenly freed from her bonds and she started to run before she could think about it. She hurried down the hall to her husband’s study where she cowered behind his large desk and shivered in fear. She could hear the fight down the hall as she frantically covered her bared breasts back behind the corset, freezing when she heard bootsteps outside of the room.

Mon dieu, she thought to herself as they entered the room, searching for her in the most obvious of ways. She trembled, her eyes closing as she shoved herself further into the shadows of the desk and hope that she would not be found.

 

[makofin]

In a panic Paul searched the study, checking the closet first. No, Monique wasn't hiding there. Irene looked behind the thick velvet drapes.

" Where could she have gone, monsuier ? " the servant girl whispered, not wanting to draw any attention.

Paul looked around the room there wasn't very many places to hide. " Monique are you here ? " he also spoke in a hushed tone. Looking under the desk he spied her slipper. Pushing aside the chair he knelt.

" Monique, you can come on out it is safe for the moment. " Turning to Irene he told her to find a blanket to cover her mistress with.

 

[heartofcourage]

Monique screamed as a man’s voice founded next to her and she jumped as his hand wrapped around her arm. She turned her head to look at him and she sighed in relief when she opened her eyes. She couldn’t help the tears that fell past her lashes as all of her fear and anger came to the surface.

“Are they all dead?” She asked, her voice trembling as Irene came back with a blanket, passing it to Paul to wrap around her shivering body. “Are they dead?” She asked in a panicked whisper when she didn’t get her answer right away.

 

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"Are they dead ? " Monique asked, panic in her voice.

Paul hesitated, not wanting her to worry, he had killed another but the remaining two including the nasty sargeant had fled, like cowards upon seeing their comrade fall. He didn't pursue them because of his injured leg.

You are safe, madame, I will protect you. " Louie Paul promised. Turning to Irene he said " Let's get her upstairs to her room, so that she can find something else to wear, and perhaps get some rest. "

They guided Monique up the staircase, still wrapped in a blanket. Giving her privacy Paul waited in the hall. The ladies entered and then he turned to limp slowly back downstairs to make sure the remaining two mutineers left the manor.

The day had not turned out as expected, but at least he had prevented the two females from being raped by those scumbags.

 

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Monique was in a stunned state of shock as she let Irene and Paul lift her to her feet and out of the room. She gripped them both with her hands, not wanting to lose the contact of their hands on her body. She shivered, the nightmare that they had faced still fresh in her mind as Paul left her in the capable hands of Irene.

She sat on her bed as she let her maid dress her in a light yellow gown. It had been one of her favorites, but now all she saw was expensive wealth and unnecessary attention when she wore it. She felt tears welling in her eyes as she thought about how alone she was in a hostile environment.

She dismissed Irene, letting her maid go tend to her own needs as she sat on her bed and thought about what her life meant now. Nothing, obviously. She meant nothing to those men and even less to the people that would put her to death for simply living in a large home. She lay upon the soft covers of her bed, sighing as she tried to think of what she would do now.

 

[makofin]

Louie Paul limped around the downstairs rooms, securing the house the best he could, and collecting several discarded weapons. It was late afternoon and he wanted to be prepared for nightfall. Eventually Irene came downstairs, saying she was worried about her mistress, a lady who always seemed so strong, but now appeared to be vey anxious. Both females had seen alot today, death and experiencing a near rape. He was glad that he had been there to protect them. He suggested that the servant wench go kill one of the few remaining chickens out in the yard, boil some potatoes and such while he go to the celler to find a bottle of wine.

Within an hour Paul fixed a plate of chicken, potatoes, vegetables, plus some fresh baked bread from this morning and a slab of cheese. Grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass he carried it upstairs to the lady of the house. The shadows were growing long as he knocked on her door...

 

[heartofcourage]

Monique had not moved from her place on the bed through the entire afternoon. She was in a depression, wondering about where her life would go now that her husband had left her and she’d been targeted by the French soldiers as someone that needed to be brought to justice.

She sighed as she heard someone knock at the door to her bedroom and she realized for the first time that it had grown late. She sat up and brushed her hair back from her face, rubbing her eyes as she made her way to the door. She saw Paul standing there, a plate and a bottle of wine in his hands.

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry.” She said in a soft voice, getting ready to close the door yet again.

 

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" Thank you, but I'm not hungary. " Monique replied, ready to close the door

" I beg your pardon, madame, but I would like a word with you, if possible. " Paul requested, not sure if she would invite him into her private quarters or step out into the hall. Under normal circumstances he would never be permitted into her room, but these were hardly usual circumstances.

Not to mention she looked beautiful .

" In private, if we may. " the captain suggested.

 

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Monique thought for a moment and then nodded, moving aside and letting Paul into her bedroom. She directed him to place the tray on a table by the fireplace as she moved to take seat on the opposite side of it.

“What did you wish to speak of?” She asked him, her eyes finding his and thinking that he had an incredibly warm gaze. He was handsome, more so than her husband and she found herself blushing.

 

[makofin]

Captain Louie paul entered the room and was invited to sit near the fireplace.

" What do you wish to speak of ? '' Monique asked, her eyes meeting his for a moment. Did she actually blush ?

" Well, '' he cleared his throat, not sure how to proceed, " I feel that I am somewhat responsible for what happened here today. I don't mean to make excuses, but I have found that I have been caught up in this revolution that has been sweeping across France. At one point, I truely believed in socail justice...without realizing that everyone would suffer, rich and poor, without anyone improving their standing in life."

Paul stared into her eyes not sure if she even understood what he was trying to say.

" Anyway, under the circumstances, your husband who has deserted you and his property, and who I do blame for my family's demise, does not mean that I should hold you responsible for what happened. I have misjudged you. I hope that somehow I can make this situation better. "