The Mercy of a Sadist

[BLACK BART]

The Mercy of a Sadist...

My hands are freely roaming Sister Mary's body, her face a mixture of despair and dsibeleif. My words of blackmail have struck home, the confirmation is seen in her eyes.

Turning to the waif like form of Isabelle, I see the brave yet timid form of her as she tries to protect her older friend.

"You will sit down beside us, as I prepare your friend" I tell her with a growl "And if you wish to make this more pleasant for all, you will obey everything I tell you to do"

Returning my attentions to her partner, I press my lips against hers once again, feeling no resistance....only an unreleased desire.

"Remove your robing, unless you wish me to remove it for you" I tell her boldly "And think not of rescue, for I am sure my MASTER is renewing his aquaintance with the Abbess, as she and him are old lovers"

At this revelation, her eyes open wide, then close as beleif of my words set in. Slowly her hands go to her robe as she starts to obey my previous words, and I watch in anticipation as the cloth raises higher and higher....

 

[Honey_B]

The Abbess Celeste

Hubert's tongue lashed at the sensitive skin of her ear. He was weakening her, grinding her down until she would do anything, promise everything, just for the sweet release he could give her. She was aware of it but could not stop it. Celeste was indeed helpless beneath him. She had been naive in thinking that ten years in a convent would sever Hubert's almost demonic possession of her body and her mind.

"Oh my God Hubert!"

The words weren't uttered so much as wrenched from her soul. She was responding as she always had, with a desire for more, the need driving towards the sweetest of surrenders. Celeste moaned as Hubert teased and tortured the rounded planes of her breasts. His fingers felt feverishly hot against the flesh of her nipples, feeling like madness itself. The pain worked the pleasure into an ecstasy.

At that moment, he laughed and the sound caused every little hair on her body to stand on end. Celeste shivered.

 

[ariosto]

"Spread your arms wide Celeste...Yes like that."
De Sade bound her wrists and then her ankles
to the table legs, tearing her shift to make the bindings.
She lay back staring straight up at the heavy beamed ceiling, remembering other times, so many other times, at the the Marquis villa, at Versailles.
He walked to the door and slammed the bolt shut and a million black butterflies took wing in her soul.

DeSade felt feverish as he always did when he had someone helpless and under his power. But this was different. This was Claire...an Abbess for Gods sake! Well let's see how depraved we can be, let's see how far we can make her sink...
Her flesh was glowing in the ruddy light of the fire. Long tapering legs, firm thighs, a narrow waist, a bosom full and standing high, the throat of a swan, the face of an angel.

"Let me see your tongue."
She opened her eyes and looked at him. The Dark Shadow was on him. She'd always called it that...he would be like one possessed now. She...

Suddenly his hand was squeezing her cheeks, her lips puckered and De Sade thrust his finger into her mouth. He did it without violence and moved it against her tongue and lips. Withdrawing it he touched her forehead and began to trace a line of moisture against her naked skin...

"I am going to feast on you...his touch along her nose, her lips, her chin, her throat...I will have you crying for me... tracing her throat, over her breast, nipple, down across her belly, her navel...You will do as I tell you. You will fuck a dog if I tell you too...tender flesh, burning finger, into pubic hair, touching...touching......Does that feel good Pretty Abbess, my finger against your pearl, My tongue against your pearl...

His hot lips were sucking her clitoris from it's hood and into his mouth, he licked it and shook it. Tears came into her eyes but not from pain...

"Hubert"...she gasped..."Oh Hubert..."

 

[Merelan]

Sister mary:

Trying to comfort Isabelle and get a quick dinner ready, so that we are gone when he returns. But she is hesitant and we are caught. The door slams against the wall and then I hear the bolt slide home. Immediately he is taunting her again. I rush to get between them, but am thrown against the wall.
Merciful heaven. Please protect me. My prayers are silent for I am truly afraid of this man.

"I think it is time we three speak plainly" I say gravely "Since you will not deny what I have spoken of, I now assume it to be the truth. A serious charge, bearing serious penalty, I would think. One I would feel obligated to report to your mother superior, unless you both can sway me to do otherwise" his words stung, but his hand hurt more. Squeezing at my breast. Biting my lip to keep from crying out.

"Perhaps as good hostesses, you will share the pleasuring you have so far kept between yourselves" No! I start to retort. Wishing with all my heart that I had let isabelle go to bed as shs had wished.

"And in the middle of this pleasure, I might be able to forget my obligations"...... Necver, struggling and writhing, trying to escape. But only succeeding in getting a evil grin from him.
His hands now making free with me, wanting to close my eyes, but unable to look away from hjis. My body in torment and burning.
His words unheard till...

"Remove your robing, unless you wish me to remove it for you" I protested and renewed my struggles. I would not willingly do anything for this man.

"And think not of rescue, for I am sure my MASTER is renewing his aquaintance with the Abbess, as she and him are old lovers" I froze, my eyes locked with his. And seeing the truth, and knowing my Abbess. For it had been she who had shown me how to pleasure a woman. No. My mouth formed the words, but would not let them pass. Disrobe? Then I remembered long forgotten memories of my Mother fighting off invading soldiers. She had tricked them into thinking she was complying. Yes, I could do that.
Lifting my robe slowly, trying to act teasing and flirtatious. Biut it only got me slammed back against the wall again. His knowing eyes not falling for such awkward attempts.

 

[queen-mab]

OOC:
Welcome to the Abbey, Kitsuke.

IC:

Oriane d`Aubigne de Saint-Severin

He is mocking me!

As I watch le Comte Lucien walk away down the corridor, my blood turns cold. The moonlight pools on the tip of my naked breast, which he held in his roughened hand like a pink-billed dove. The nipple still burns and aches, shamefully longing for the fingers which have caressed it only in scorn.

The costly veil he has torn still lies on the floor, and I snatch it up to cover myself with before anyone should see me in my disarray.

The corridors are silent, and I glide into the shadows, mounting the stairs to my room. Flee, Oriane, I tell myself with each step. There is poison in this Abbey, and secrets no sane woman should know. Even now, my heart pounding so loudly that it muffles every other sound, I can hear the strange cries and moans which have kept me awake each night. The crash of books falling upon polished floors, the shattering of glass. In my own room, I make haste to lock the door and slide the bar across it.

Where will I go? In my mind I am shuffling the various cards I have been dealt; the manors and alliances, the very few true friends. It comes to me, in a moment of madness, to run to my old home, the manse of my father, shut up now and watched by only a few old servants. Yes! I will go home! Let tomorrow take care of itself, but tonight I must save myself from certain ruin.

My breath is like a sob as I unlace the ravaged silk of my gown. Beneath it, my body is damp and trembling. My legs will scarcely hold me, and I fall upon my bed, shaken with sobs. The truth is too ugly...and yet it cannot be denied.

It is too late, too late for me! The Abbey’s poison has coursed through my veins tonight. Even if a servant could be bribed to call me a carriage...I cannot escape the blight that has wormed its way into my flesh. What matters the deed, if the thought is corrupt? So I berate myself, and weep, and see in my mind’s eye the mocking face of the Comte...laughing at my too obvious desire.

Blessed Lady, only keep me safe from myself this night, and tomorrow I will flee this Abbey of the Damned!

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[kitsuke]

Comté Lucien Reynaud de Beziers

The minutes tick by interminably as I wait for the succulent peach to lose her self-control and run to my quarters, begging me to love her. The cracked walls of the cell I was given are old with lime scale and other substances. This abbey is ancient and has seen it's fair share of storms and damage. The cot beneath me offers little comfort and the waiting does nothing to improve my mood.

"Ca petite salope! She has resisted me?" I say after time enough has gone by, "I saw the desire in her! How can this be?"

My anger manifests in clenched fists as I imagine her leaving me alone after all my effort. "She will not escape me!" Pounding the wall with the flat of my hand I leap off the hard pallet. Drawing my rapier I burst through the door, angrily slashing at the sundry decorations and hangings around me as I stride down the hall. My face twisted in a rictus of disbelief and anger is presaged by my soft muttered curses.

"Oriane...." My voice calls out softly, not really trying to reach her, just heightening my mood for the hunt, "Oriane mon chere... I come for you." Veiled menace drips from my throat like the venom of a cobra, coiled and ready to strike at the purity of a young woman.

Lashing out again at the innocent furniture with my sword I finally sheath it, my calm once again regained. Softly creeping through the hallways now I continue my search through the draughty corridors. Eventually on the lower level I hear a silver voice, humming in the darkness. Peeking through a doorway I see her, sitting in front of a mirror brushing her hair. Only the shake of her hand betrays that anything might be out of the ordinary this evening. For a time I watch her, thankful that the mirror is not angled toward the door. She is dressed only in a long nightshirt, her torn gown lying on her soft feather bed.

'So this is how they treat guests?' I think to myself as I eye the bed with envy, 'Cold pallets for the nobles and feather beds for the staff? I think a lesson in manners could be most apropos.'

Stepping inside silently I grin maliciously and close the door with a click behind me. As she turns, startled, I speak.

"Bon soir, Oriane. I have come to claim what is now mine." the hateful smile spreads across my face as I advance toward her, eyes wary for any hidden knives she may have concealed against my coming. Not like that hasn't happened before.

The hunt is good.

 

[captainb]

Armand

ooc: I have assumed the role of Armand, at HoneyB's request.

ic: My eyes narrowed. "Perhaps you think I could be deceived?" I said softly, advancing towards the woman who pressed herself against the wall. Her eyes flicked up for a moment, then slid fearfully to the girl. I let my eyes follow hers for a moment. "Yes, she is delectable, isn't she?" I murmured. "Maybe I have overstepped my bounds." I turned away sharply and pulled the chair between them and the door, sitting with a flourish.

Both women stared at me. I gazed back expectantly. The silence grew, and the girl edged closer to Sister Mary, who put an arm around her protectively.

I smiled and smacked a hand on my knee. "Yes! This is what you must show me. Your secret ways. Your hidden passions. The unseen strokes of your fingers and lips upon each other... the secret rules of your oh-so-secret order."

Mary's eyes seemed to grow angry again, but before she could speak I leapt to my feet and reached behind me, under my cloak, and let fly the length of the whip to crack against the wall near them. They shrieked and clung to each other. A flick of my wrist, and the whip slithered like a snake along the floor by their feet. My eyes bored into Mary's. "You want to protect this one, yes? I understand. Now you must understand also. She shall not be harmed, upon this I give my word. But you must obey me, else my word has no foundation." Mary flinched as the whip cracked again mere inches from her face. "She is in your hands, and you are in mine. The Abbess will not help you. No one can help you but me."

I sat again and crossed my legs, the thin strip of corded leather laying lazily between us. "Now, again, remove your garments. All of them."

 

[Honey_B]

The Abbess

OOC: I welcome the new Armand to our abbey.

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Long fingers held her hips firmly as a very talented tongue flicked against her throbbing clitoris. His mouth was pure heat. Celeste couldn't move, could not writhe with the wanton need that gripped her body. She balled her hands into tight fists, her fingernails digging in her vulnerable palms. She closed her eyes to the medieval beauty of her abbey and retreated to the sensuality of her interior world.

She felt Hubert enter her slit with short, maddening jabs of his tongue, swirling and withdrawing slowly. Hubert's breath felt warm and humid, like a hot night. He heated her flesh with the steam of his breathing. When his tongue returned to her sex, Celeste arched upwards, pulling against her bonds. She felt the fine cotton of her bindings dig into the sensitive skin of her wrists and ankles.

Her bowed body pushed her groin tighter into Hubert's mouth. His fingers dug into her hips as he took her with his mouth, slurping on the juices running from her excited body. His mouth made her feel the appetites of wild beasts.

Hubert's strong fingers probed gently at Celeste's opening, then slipped into her tight tunnel with sensual conviction. The easy, slow strokes of his fingers had Celeste aching for more - to be filled, stretched, but Hubert only kept up the tantalizing strokes.

He stopped.

"Why... Why... Please?" Celeste gasped. "Oh God, don't stop!"

Hubert did not answer, but she didn't expect him to.

She gasped with surprise when his teeth closed gently over one of her nether lips. Celeste growled in agonized fulfillment. When they closed over her clitoris, she screamed in ecstasy.

"‘Please', what?, Celeste?" Hubert whispered.

"Oooh, please, fous moi, Hubert."

It was all Celeste could do to keep the pleading out of her voice. Once, she had vowed never to speak to him. Now she wanted this dark presence from her past to fuck her. Celeste was almost beyond caring. She wanted, no needed to feel his cock inside her, driving into her, slamming her into the hardness of the table with the force of each thrust. She wanted him to split her open. The Abbess felt as if she were teetering on the razor's edge of sanity. She feared that if he did not take her soon, she would shatter into a thousand pieces.

"No," his voice was deadly calm.

"No? Why... Please..." She was begging. Celeste knew it and didn't care.

 

[queen-mab]

My apologies to the talented writers of this thread. I will be unable to contribute to Literotica for awhile. Since my character was only added as an afterthought, it may be convenient for you just to write me out of the scenario.

My thanks and apologies especially to Kitsuke, who has so ably filled the role of Lucien; and to Honey-B, who so generously invited me to be a part of the story. I am sincerely sorry that real life takes me away from the thread.

I won't be away forever, but I cannot ask you to hold up the story for me.

mab

 

[ariosto]

De Sade took his time, why...please...please...
He smiled, what a wonderful song she would soon be singing.

He set the candles up again on the table, on both sides of her face, taking care to rearrange her long hair around the heavy pewter bases.
"You must be careful Celeste...not to move too much...the candles you see,"...he pinched off some hot wax and quickly stroked it across her nipple...she jumped.
"might tumble over and burn you."
His eyes glittered like hard diamonds in a midnight sky.

"Turn your head my baby and look at me."
She did, and watched as he slowly removed his clothes. His body had aged as had her own, but she still felt the thrill of recognition...the broad shoulders, narrow waist, flat stomach, heavy thighs, all were still there as she remembered...she wet her lips.

"Do you want to see my cock Reverand Mother?"

"yesss"

"What did you say?"

"Yesss."
"YES."

"Ahhh very well."
He slipped off his breeches and exposed his penis to her. It was not erect but Celeste knew that certain things must happen to fully arouse DeSade. Nevertheless it lay semi tumescent, thick and bluntly pointed against his muscular thigh.
He stroked it.

"I will fuck you. I will fuck you in the mouth Celeste. Inside your pretty mouth and spill my seed down your throat"
He came closer.
"I will fuck you in your ass, putting myself into you as far as I can and then releasing into your bowels."
He was stroking himself more rapidly, she watched him growing, excited by his own words.
"And I will fuck you in your cunt, deep into your cunt. I'll fill your womb with thick hot spend."
His face, in the sharp chiarascuro of the lamps looked like Satan's. Fire and night.

"But first...." His voice became soft, a feline whisper in the chill air.
"But first, we have other things to do, don't we."
Reaching out he took Celeste's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them up until her breasts stood high like cones, then he began to squeeze.
She was already in a state of excited sensitivity, and the pressure he was applying was sending aching, itching waves of pain cascading through her body.
She moaned and twisted, he squeezed harder, watching the pink bud flatten in the vise of his fingers.

"Careful Celeste...The candles."
Indeed one tottered for a moment.
She willed herself to stop all movement and stared at her breasts pulled so cruelly out from her body and the terrible fingers...pressing...pressing ...pressing.

Oh God...He will not stop!

DeSade leaned over and licked each tortured tip,
"I could bite these off you know?"
He took the distended point between his teeth, squeezing with his fingers even harder.
"no...please..."
Tears were in her eyes now...such beautiful eyes.

Suddenly the pressure was gone and as the blood came back, surging into her nipples, the pain grew
almost impossible to endure, that's when deSade, roughly slid his fingers into her vagina.
Celeste was in a delicious unbearable agony, unable to move her face but her hips and pelvis were writhing on Hubert's long, twisting fingers, Her breasts were on fire!
He reached out with his free hand and grasped her tit, squeezing hard, intensifying the pain...the ecstacy!
His fingers...three, four, were alive inside her, moving, twisting, rubbing, she felt herself at the brink of a vast pit of darkness and flame, devoid of thought, absorbed by the exquisite agony!
Dimly she heard the words...

"Are you going to cum so soon...when the game has barely begun..."

 

[Merelan]

Sister Mary

I pulled her close and held her, trying to hide her, keep her safe. What was this man? he couldn't mean this! Sitting there like he owned this place, and us.
"Yes! This is what you must show me. Your secret ways. Your hidden passions. The unseen strokes of your fingers and lips upon each other... the secret rules of your oh-so-secret order."

I pulled together and started to speak when he was across the room. With a crack his whip flicked out next to us. Isabelle screamed and clung to me. Trembling, tears flowing from her eyes. Then again, landing it inches from my feet.

his yees seemed to burn into me, and i was unable to look away. "You want to protect this one, yes? I understand. Now you must understand also. She shall not be harmed, upon this I give my word. But you must obey me, else my word has no foundation." I shook as he again cracked the whip, the feel of it's passing like w hisper of wind on my cheek.
"She is in your hands, and you are in mine. The Abbess will not help you. No one can help you but me."

I sat again and crossed my legs, the thin strip of corded leather laying lazily between us. "Now, again, remove your garments. All of them."

"You must let her go. Now. let her be, leave. She will go straight to her room and lock herself in. Please." I stepped forward, but she still clung to me. "You spoke of honour. What honour can a man have who terrorizes a poor girl." But I could feel her grasping me tighter. Would she leave? But he simply shook his head and grinned. I longed to scratch that wicked grin form him, pluck his eyes and leave him helpless, as we were. No, he wouldn't let her go. Anger flared, my temper never far from the surface.
"Man? You are no man, but a vermin who licks at the boots of his Master. Filth." Spitting at his feet and pulling her to me. Determined to march past him and leave.

 

[captainb]

Armand

I leapt to my feet and advanced threateningly, aware of the bulk and height of my body against their seemingly fragile forms. This one was a fighter, in spirit at least. How long could such a will defy me, I wondered. My left arm flashed out and grasped Isabelle's free wrist. She cried out and tried to pull away, and Mary held her tight, knocking at my arm. Her knee flashed upwards, and if I had not stood sideways she might have successfully impaled my sack of jewels. As it was, she only bounced off the side of my thigh.

" 'Terrorize a poor girl' ?"I asked. "I have no intention of causing her any harm, as I said." Indeed, while her wrist was securely in my grasp, I was not squeezing overly hard, nor did I try to pull her away. I merely held her, asserting my claim. I looked at her now, such silken smooth skin, large upturned eyes wide and beautiful, pupils dilated in her fear. My expression softened and I saw uncertainty pass across her face.

"Child," I whispered. "You have been taught the beginning steps in the ways of your order. Sister Mary has been your guide, and she has opened your soul to new and wondrous possibilities. I can see this in the set of your body, the deepened pools of your eyes. The flush of your cheeks tells me this is true." Her eyes dipped in embarrassment, then glanced at Mary. "But these have been only first steps. And the Sisters here are not the only members of your order."

"How dare you!" started Mary, but the whip raised between us silenced her.

"Do not protest, Sister Mary," I said levelly. "Your service to this noviciate has been commendable, and it is time for her to advance." I stepped back, still holding Isabelle's wrist and pulling her with me. The hand holding the whip kept Mary at bay and the women separated, Mary trying to cling but Isabelle now unsure. Now we stood, Isabelle in my hand and Mary trembling before us. Rage? Fear? Irrelevant for my purposes. Isabelle's breathing was heavy.

"You have seen this child in her glory, and brought her to enlightenment with your touch," I said to Mary. "Now you must show her you have no fear. Show her the trust you place in your teachings. Let Isabelle see you in your splendour, that she may dip beneath the surface ripples and feel the unseen current that flows through us all."

I guided Isabelle to the chair, then stood beside it. Her eyes were still wide, but the fear had lessened and seemed replaced by anticipation as she looked at Mary. I gazed at her too in silent triumph. "No more protests," I said quietly. "Obey."

 

[queen-mab]

To Honey_B

OOC

Honey, I tried to send you a private message today, but your mailbox was full and your email unavailable. If any problems arise in replacing me or writing Oriane out of the story, please let me know. I hate to let people down and you have had so many tribulations already with this thread.

love,

mab

 

[Honey_B]

The Abbess Celeste

Could she orgasm from such agony? Had she? DeSade knew that she had many times in the past. He had known the answer before he had asked it. Such was the power this dark god held over her. Such was his cruel sensuality.

Celeste fought to ease the excitement coursing through her body. Fear, anticipation, pain, lust - the emotions gripped her body and DeSade used them to control her.

Her eyes were open not only to the shadowed room, but to her own true nature which had not changed in a decade of trying to escape it.

She knew DeSade demanded an answer. He demanded everything of her.

"N-n-no"

Her voice sounded small, pathetic to her own ears.

"B-but, I want to."

The domination flared in his glittering eyes. The flames of the candles were shimmering in his dark irises, giving him a demonic look. Celeste shivered as something dark within herself responded. She knew he was relishing her desperate need and her humiliation at wanting to reveal it. The knowledge fueled her ecstasy and her enslavement.

"Talk to me, Celeste. Tell me everything you want me to do to you, all of the salacious desires of your soul and I might consider letting you find release." The words were whispered with the edge of triumph cutting through them.

"Talk... salacious...?" Celeste knew the confusion was clear in her voice.

"Yes, Celeste. In detail." His cruel mouth moved to her tortured nipples, his tongue soothing and sweet on the throbbing flesh.

Instantly, all of Celeste's muscles clenched and her back arched high off the table. His fingers dug painfully into her sides as he pushed her back down. DeSade trailed the fingers of one hand down to her gaping cunt, but he barely made contact with her slickened sex. Teasing and taunting, he only hinted at touching her.

"Tell me," he murmmered.

"Fuck me... I want you to fuck me, Hubert." Celeste whimpered.

"I think you can do better than that, Celeste. No, I know you can."

"Mother of God, have mercy on my soul!" Her voice was barely audible.

"She is not here, but I am. Pray continue." DeSade ran his thumb over Celeste's clitoris as he said the words.

"I w-want your cock," the words came out as a whisper that became a growl as DeSade ideally stroked her heated little pearl. "I want to feel you shove it deep inside me. Feel the thick head push past the lips of my screaming cunt. I want you to pull my hair as you force me to take all of you into my body. Fuck me so hard, you have to rip my hair out by the roots to hold me still. I want your hands squeezing my breasts, mauling me, leaving bruises. I want you to fuck me!"

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Just a quick note to let all others know that I will be assuming the role Queen Mab had. Thank you, Honey, for the invitation. I will assume the role tomorrow. I hope you are not too disappointed Kitsuke?

 

[queen-mab]

OOC

Thank you so very much, Chele, for assuming the role of Oriane.
Kitsuke, you are in far more skilled hands now

mab

 

[ariosto]

"If you behave Dear sister."
and suddenly his face was next to hers, his breath hot in her ear." If you behave and please me in all ways, then I will do as you beg me too. I will rip you open with my cock and fuck you till you want to...die."
On the last word he rose and slapped her across the breasts, hard. Then again.
"Look how they get their color back. amazing !"
The third slap sent shuddering needles of diamond hard pain through Celests body. Then he was on her again, sucking her tormented nipples through his nearly closed teeth.
She cried out!
But his hand went over her mouth stifling the outcry.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
he whispered against her skin. "No outcry. Not yet."

DeSade stood away from the table and she could see the hard lines of his body, his loosened hair hanging down below his shoulders, a sheen of sweat covered him glistening in the candlelight.

He walked to the bag that he'd brought in , began to rummage in it and she heard him mumbling curses.
"Armand has my treasures by Damn, and I must make do with gross alternatives...
Oh well..."

When he returned he was holding a riding crop in his hands. Celeste whimpered at the sight of it.
The handle was made up of wide strips of boiled black leather tightly bound. It was about 8 inches long, thick at one end and tapering quickly to a thirty inch whip of rawhide.
He laid it across her breasts, looking at the rise then dip then rise again of the leathercontoured to her flushed bosom, her nipples causing the strand to curve around them...He slid it slowly off, then flicked it again, this time across her belly which was taught with aprehension. then again harder and in the same place. She jumped and almost knocked over the candle.

"NO!...be careful Celeste. Stay still."

The next lash stuck straight across her breasts, the tip grazing her nipple and causing a sharp bright flash of pain. She gasped, held her breath, clenched her fists and then felt something rough and alarmingly thick pressing against her sex.
DeSade was rubbing the rough handle of the whip up and down the length of her slit. The bound leather braids against the smooth petals of her labia were setting them on fire.

"God Hubert!"

He held up the thick black handle of the crop.
"I think you would like me to fuck you with this first." He said taking it in his mouth and licking it, "Wouldn't you?"

She watched it emerge from his sensuous lips, a thick black snake disgorging from his mouth.
"Wouldn't you!?"

"Yes." Her voice was only a whisper.
"yes"

He spread her swollen lips open with his fingers and placed the thick blunt end of the crop between them ,holding it there...twisting it. His own cock was tapping insistantly against his belly.

"Beg for ir Reverand Mother."
Celeste almost inspite of herself, raised her hips and thrust her cunt against the waiting leather,
"Please...please de Sade fuck me!"

 

[SexyChele]

Oriane

At the sound of his entrance, I spin around my long hair flying about me, my brush clattering to the floor. Seeing the leer on his face, my heart begins to pound. As he crosses the room towards me, I rise suddenly, toppling the chair behind me.

His words cause fear to grip my heart, and I realize I must do whatever is necessary to preserve my virtue. Pressing myself against the table, I reach around behind me frantically searching for a weapon to use against this arrogant intruder. My fingers suddenly feel the fine silver scissors I had left there earlier, and I heft the handle in my palm.

"Please, please, leave me! I am warning you, if come any closer - "

Suddenly he is standing in front of me, his arm going about my waist. I raise my hand with the deadly scissors pointing downward, and begin to bring them towards him. He catches a glint of light from them out of the corner of his eye, and drops his rapier to grasp my wrist painfully. As he squeezes and twists, my determination to hold onto the only weapon I have intensifies. Pushing my hand down, he lowers my arm, twisting it painfully behind my back, causing my fingers to release my hold, the scissors joining their place on the floor next to my brush.

His look is murderous, and then suddenly a smile curves his lips. I look up at him terrified, my eyes brimming with unwanted tears.

Without a word, he grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back, as his mouth seeks my throat. Pulling against him only causes him to pull me towards him harder until I am firmly pinned against him.

 

[Merelan]

Sister Mary:

his tirade hurt me, his words true. Yet I shook my head denying them. I did not want this man, or any man. I hated them. From the time my Father had first forced himself and his friends upon me I hated hated all men. Leaving in the dark of the night, with his blood on my hands, and my own streaked on my thighs. hiding here to be safe. Safe?

Tears sprang in my eyes. Willing him to disappear, go away. To leave me alone. But a firm resolve formed. Kill once I had, and would again. To make him think I surrendered was important, for now.

Dropping my head I let the tears slip as he finished, pulling her with him. My hand releasing her tiny wrist.

"You have seen this child in her glory, and brought her to enlightenment with your
touch," how could he knnow this, a mere man? "Now you must show her you have no fear. Show her the trust you place in your teachings. Let Isabelle see you in your splendour, that she may dip beneath the surface ripples and feel the unseen current that flows through us all."

"No more protests," His voice lower. "Obey."I turned slowly, my back to him and undid my top. But he growled. Knowing he could take what he wanted I turned again. Letting the first layer of my protection fall from me. Now only clad in a thin chemise. Laced up the front it would open with the single pull of it's ties. I stepped forward, trying not to look at her. My full bosom heaving with my emotion. hands trembling I reached forward to her.
"Isabelle." Pulling her hand to my chest. "Help me to obey." Willing her to know she was to untie the last tie and leave me naked before him.

 

[captainb]

Armand

"Isabelle," she said, pulling the girl's hand to her chest. "Help me to obey." I smiled in confident triumph, and let her wrist slip from mine. I moved slowly to the wall by the door, watching as both looked at me. Isabelle's hand rested against the top of Mary's chemise, her fingers touching the naked skin above it. I raised an eyebrow, and Isabelle's eyes slipped to Mary's, then down as her other hand rose to the ties. Still watching, I reached up to the wall hanging and slipped it off its hook, letting the rungs tumble to the floor as the tapestry slid off the rope. Again, both women were watching me. My eyes remained on Isabelle's as I moved up behind Mary, looking at her over the older woman's shoulder. I glanced down. Isabelle's fingers held the ties, pulled to just the edge of complete unbinding.

My hands closed on Mary's wrists from behind. She jumped at the touch and tried to twist, but I pulled her arms outstretched. Her struggles pulled her body away from Isabelle's hands and the ties parted, her chemise billowing open before the girl. I saw her dark eyes drop to Mary's exposed charms.

"No struggles, sweet sister," I hissed into Mary's ear, my eyes never leaving Isabelle's. "As she was helpless in your arms, so shall you be for her. Pleasure is sweet to give, yes?" I continued raising her arms until I was holding them above her head. I didn't look down, prefering to watch the girl's reaction instead. I knew Mary's breasts were bare before her, their fullness rising high with her upstretched limbs. "But it is also sweet to take pleasure, to accept that which is offered, to know another's body and spirit, to learn how to lead them down the path of fulfillment." Mary's breath was ragged. I grasped both wrists in one hand and quickly wrapped the rope around them with the other. Again she gasped, but in a moment I was holding her arms up by a single rope, her back pressed against me as Isabelle watched with wide, fearful eyes. I flung the free end of the rope over a crossbeam and pulled as it descended, backing away from Mary at last.

Now I could again see them both. Mary, feet on the floor yet unable to move, her arms tied helplessly above her head. Isabelle standing a mere foot from her, both looking at me as I stood nearby holding the rope. The chemise hung open around Mary's white teats and belly, her nipples pale pink roses that rode high on the soft fullness. Small nipples that had never known child, yet with a thick prominence rising in their center, a delicate meatiness. Above the soft whiteness of her white thighs rose a tuft of dark hair, thickly covering her ultimate treasure. I tied the end of the rope to the sconce by the door, and carried the chair to Isabelle, taking her hand and sitting her facing Mary's belly.

I moved behind our captive, resting my head on her shoulder and inhaling the scent of her hair. She shuddered and tried to move away, but my hands slipped around her waist. Her naked flesh twitched under my touch. "Isabelle," I said softly. "Watch and learn." My hands slid upwards to cup Mary's globes. I raised them, pushing them up so their tops bulged against her chest. Isabelle's tongue touched her lips as she watched in rapt attention. Mary tried to twist away. In response, my fingers closed hard on her nipples, pulling sharply outwards. She cried out, but stopped struggling. I rolled the tender meat between my fingers, feeling the buds swell despite Mary's protests.

 

[kitsuke]

Comté Lucien Reynaud de Beziers

"Silly girl!" I hiss at her, twisting her wrist and forcing the scissors out of her grasp, "That's not a proper greeting for your lover is it?" Smiling cruelly now I bend my head down and begin to bite and lick at her neck, attacking the alabaster column of warm flesh with teeth that threaten to rend the tender skin there.

Her body is pressed up against me deliciously and her struggles only cause her to rub against me, inflaming me further. My hand, almost of it's own accord, reaches between her thighs and begins to caress her sex through her nightshirt. Trailing up her neck I once again attack her sweet lips with my own ravaging mouth, tasting her as she protests and biting her lower lip to cause her to gasp... invading her with my tongue when she does so.

Forcing her over to the bed I cast Oriane down on it. SHe lands with a soft whimper, her struggles noticeably lessened. The smirk on my face tells all as I begin to disrobe, casting off my shirt and pantalons after kicking my boots off. Finally down to my underthings and I notice she is holding her breath, hooking my finger I slowly draw it down.

"Have you not seen this before, Oriane ma cher?" I ask teasingly, "Surely a woman of your beauty has experienced love before?" I grin all the more, knowing that her presence at this abbey makes that unlikely. I crawl onto the bed to her, slowly and with awful purpose.

"I am going to ravage you Oriane. I am going to place my lips and hands all over your body until you are aflame with desire. I will invade all your most private places and cause you feelings you have not felt before." I paused to push her nightshirt up her leg, exposing an long expanse of pale thigh. Stroking her gently I continue, "I will make you a deal though: As I awaken your desire and lust, I will give you one chance to retain your maidenhood. Before I enter you I will ask you if you want me to stop, if you want me to when I ask, I will. That will be your only chance, my dear, so use it well."

Pushing her long nightclothes up over her waist I graze her sex with my fingers, eliciting a small gasp from her. Working the cloth up over her soft breasts I stroke and lick her nipples, watching them stiffen under my care. I draw the clothing over her head over some small resistance and as it's passing over I whip it suddenly backwards, covering her face and trapping her arms in it behind her. I hold her trapped there with one hand while I slowly kiss my way down her body again, pausing slightly to rip her brief under things off of her.

"You will like this, Oriane. I promise." Still holding the nightshirt tightly and keeping her trapped I lower my head between her parted thighs and begin to lap at her slightly moist entrance with careful, calculated precision.

 

[Merelan]

Sister Mary

Time froze as she slowly undid the ties to my chemise. Mesmerized in her eyes, the fear, the uncertainty I had not noticed his movements, till he grabbed my hands from behind and tightly wound them in the coarse rope. Crying out I started to struggle but his chuckle in my ear told me it was too late. My arms were suddenly hauled above me, forcing me on tiptoe. I cried out, it hurt. My breasts now bare and free as the last of the ties had torn with the force. The raising of me causing the chemise to fall to the floor, entangling my feet. I kicked and trid to get free, but it only made it tighter. She knelt before me watching, silent. His breath suddenly hot on my neck as he spoke his evil words. His hands roaming and pinching. Then twisting at my nipples. My protests ignored as he continued.
"Isabelle," His voice so gentle, belying his hands motions. "Watch and learn." Twisting and pulling harder at my nipple. My eyes filling with tears as I bit hard on my lip and screamed. Fire racing through me. Did he intend to tear me to shreds?

 

[SexyChele]

Oriane

I had never been treated with harshness in my entire life, and being thrown about like a rag doll was something I was not prepared for.

As I lay on the bed watching him undress, I could not believe what was happening to me. I had never known a man! If my virtue was taken now, my value as a bride would be diminished! Before I could think to run, he was beside me, stroking me, speaking soothing words. Yet, my heart was pounding.

This was not right!!!

Yet, as his hands continued their way up my body, I began to feel a tingling sensation throughout my body. Strangely I didn't want him to stop - yet, I must resist, my family's honor depended on it!

As he mentioned an "out", my mind grasped on it. Yes, YES! That was it! Surely he would be a gentleman? He was, after all, of noble blood?

Suddenly, my world goes white and my arms are trapped behind me. I am confused at first, until I realize that the filmy fabric of my nightdress covers my face and is holding my arms captive. I struggle as I cry out, more startled than hurt - but with injured pride.

I calm slightly, and then feel his lips trailing down my body, lower, lower, until they reach the very center of my womanhood. My thighs are spread wide as a wanton whore's, and I can feel his lips and tongue lapping at the most delicate flesh.

"Monsieur, please, I beg of you, " my cries muffled through the nightdress, "I've not yet known a man! Please, I beg of you....my virtue...allow it to remain intact - please!"

The sound of soft laughter enters my ears, and my heart almost stops beating.

And yet....yet.....his lips, his tongue. Moist, wet, warm. Tickling and arousing a feeling within me as yet unknown. I feel my hips begin to move under his mouth, and I suddenly am dismayed by the fact that I cannot move my hands to reach his hair.

Resist, Oriane, resist! Aw, but that magnificent tongue...oh, yes -

 

[captainb]

Armand

Suddenly overwhelmed with joy at my dominance, I swept up Mary's thighs, one in each arm, and spread her wide in display for Isabelle. The good sister's back lay against my chest, her weight now solely on the rope and in my hands, her womanhood helplessly splayed open to Isabelle's wide eyes. "Behold, child!" I said. "See how the teacher becomes the student! Do you see her, child? Do you see her hidden folds, revealed to you?" Isabelle looked up at us both, my eyes bright over Mary's shoulder, Mary's half-closed and brimming with silent tears. A look of concern crossed Isabelle's face.

My voice dropped. "Isabelle. Knowledge is painful to gain, but once you have traveled that road, the ecstacy of enlightenment awaits. And you..." my face nuzzled into Mary's neck. "You do desire enlightenment, don't you?"

She suddenly kicked in my arms, knocking one leg loose. I dropped the other and swept one arm under her belly and hauled back. She hung taught from the ropes, her weight on my forearm, her round arse in the air. My free hand rose and cracked sharply against one ass cheek, a red silhouette of my hand blossoming at once. She cried out and my hand smacked forward again, and again. Isabelle stared in horror. My hand struck yet again, then slid between her legs and stroked along her slit, the tender labia parting under my fingers. Tears coursed down Mary's cheeks as I dug deeper, and my manhood surged as I suddenly struck a seeming fountain, her juices gathering in her as behind a dam. My hand flew backwards and descended again and again, the sharp cracks accompanied by the cries of Mary and accompanied by Isabelle's helpless murmers.

As suddenly as I had begun, I flung Mary again into a spread position. Her head lolled back in exhaustion against my shoulder, her face red and puffy. "Sit Isabelle!" I ordered. She sat, hands clinging to the sides of her chair. ""Now look again." Mary's weight was becoming tiresome, but I was still in the thrall of my seduction and I hardly noticed. "Look at her cunny, girl. Look at the wetness displayed there, a match for the tears on her cheeks. It is the juice of desire, of knowledge." Isabelle again looked down, her face taking on an expression of wonder. "Do you see?" I whispered loudly. "Raise your hand, child. Touch her. Know the feel of her, as she knew you." My lips pressed against Mary's neck as Isabelle licked her lips and slowly raised her hand.

 

[Honey_B]

The Abbess Celeste

The necessity of the humiliation was not lost on Celeste. Hubert will not give her release until she had utterly debased herself.

"Please... Please, de Sade... Fuck me!" she hissed.

"Again and tell me with what."

Celiste writhed against the hard leather and answered, "Fuck me with your riding crop, your instrument of pain!"

The large handle nudged between her nether lips and Celeste moaned, "yes, yes..." almost to herself. The surrogate cock teased and stretched the tight entrance to her hole and she felt the rough edges scrape against her most sensitive flesh.

"In all pleasure, there should be an element of pain, Celeste," he cooed as he thrust the handle of the crop deeply into the bound woman.

Her scream fuelled DeSade's lust.

She knew only release as her body was invaded. Coming without warning, like the man himself, her body became consumed with wave upon wave of pleasure. Celeste ground her body against the handle as she rode out the orgasm.

"Finished?" DeSade questioned with raised brows as he withdrew the crop.

"Then clean this off." He held the handle to Celeste's lips.

With complete subservience, she licked her own juices off the Marquis's crop, tasting the tang of leather mixed with her own essence.