The Mercy of a Sadist

[kitsuke]

Comté Lucien Reynaud de Beziers

Parting petals of softest silk with a pliant tongue dripping with sin Lucien entered Oriane. Slaking his thirst for her as a dying man would at a moorish oasis in the far deserts. As she started to flow around him he lapped at her, a cat with his cream and all the more greedy for it.

Ever so gently, so as to belay suspicion he snuck a finger inside her and abandoned her tunnel to attend to the nub at it's peak. Flicking his tongue at her hooded button he gently teased it and tunted it with the promise of unimaginable delights. As it's curiousity got the better of it he lingered in his contact with it, careful not to let Oriane reach her threatening climax and spoil all his wonderful work...

 

[Merelan]

Sister Mary

I am shamed and cry, wanting to disappear. Unable to even cover my nakedness, my shame. For even as he taunts and torments me. Spanks and teases at me. Even as his words of degradation and evil fill my ears and corrupt my Isabelle. I am flowing. My pussy so wet that when his fingers find her, he knows my secrets. The most hidden desires and passions within me. His hand againa nd again slapping down on my flesh, twisting me in his arms. i scream as he slaps at my swollen pussy. But even as the sharp pains descends and fills me, another, a more deeperr pleasure slowly emerges.
And he does not keep it a secret.
"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's eyes widen and her tears stop as she hears him, and realizes. My body struggles again, and he holdas me tighter, biting at my ear. Growling. Now she is seeing my passion, my true form. No longer the strong sister who helps her, guides her, led her slowly to my touching her earlier.
His lips at my neck he finishes, ordering her. "Raise your hand, child. Touch her. Know the feel of her, as she knew you." I open my eyes and plead with her to run, leave me but instead she is reaching. Flinching I squirm, but his teeth take hold of my ear lobe and I am awash in pain.

 

[SexyChele]

Oriane

Held captive as I was, unable to use my hands or my eyes, my concentration is centered on my sex and the tongue that is gently caressing its folds. I have never suspected such pleasures existed before, and not being able to see what is happening to my body, is sheer and complete torture.

My body responds even though I'm not quite sure how or why. My hips moving in time with Lucien's tongue, receiving him, welcoming him, giving to him. My arms straining against the fabric that holds them, almost willing the gown to fall away. I'm not certain of the person moaning until I realize it is me, moaning and crying out into the fabric that covers my face.

I feel a tightness forming deep in my belly, no just below it. A tightness, a longing, a search. But for what? I try to search it out, but it seems elusive. More than once, it seems to surface, to threaten to take over my body, only to recede back, leaving me breathless and yearning to feel it once more close in on my body.

Although I'm not sure what this is, I instinctively know that, if released, I shall not be disappointed. Without thinking, I cry out to Lucien from beneath my bindings...

"Please, please, oh, yes, don't stop, don't!"

I find myself raising my hips higher and higher to meet his tongue, and yet it feels as though he pulls farther and farther away from me. I moan my disappointment and disproval through the fabric. I hear a faint whisper of laughter, before his tongue once again assails me.

 

[captainb]

Armand

I sucked hard on Mary's earlobe, pulling with my teeth as she whimpered. I felt her body twitch as Isabelle touched her, then she moaned. Isabelle's eyes had softened as she watched her fingers. My teeth slid across Mary's shoulders and I readjusted her weight, my hands under her knees spreading her wider for the girl. My head was now under Mary's shoulder, the weight of her round white breast pressed against my cheek. My cock was swollen under my garments. I bit at the side of her teat, seeing the pink nipple stiffly at attention before my nose. She grunted again, inarticulate.

Isabelle, bolder now, had raised her other hand to spread Mary's inner lips wider. Her face was closer to her thighs, watching intently as her fingers explored. She glanced up and met my eyes. A shy smile flcickered across her lips. I kept my eyes on hers as I twisted Mary enough to bring her bosom to my lips, her erect pink stigma of desire brushing against my teeth. I opened and closed my mouth, suckling deeply as she arched again and cried out, my teeth pulling hard on her sensitive bud. Her thighs humped against Isabelle's probing, Mary's face red and wet with the tears that streamed freely. Yet in her pain there was more, I knew. Her breath was ragged, and she no longer struggled to escape our hold. Yes, I knew what she knew, and our Isabelle was starting to understand also.

 

[ariosto]

DeSade, licked the last drops from the saturated handle himself.
"Now that's a taste I well remember."

He slid a thin gleaming blade from his belt and Celeste's heart nearly stopped.
He held the point on the tip of his thumb and twirled it. The light from the candle caught on the steel and went swirling around the dark room.

"No my Dear, this knife is not for you", he held his thumb out, "See no blood. I have something much sharper in mind for you and I to play with."

With a swift gesture he slashed the bindings of her right hand. She cried out as the blood burned it's way back into circulation.

"I think that now Reverand Mother, you will pleasure me."
He moved close to the table and rubbed his stiffened penis along her arm and against the back of her hand.

"Wrap those fine aristocratic fingers around my cock Celeste...That's right.
Here let me move this..."
he reached over and repositioned the candles.
"Now you can turn your head and watch while you make me cum. Would you like that?"

"yess' she murmured and began to stroke the long ivory length of his erection.

The first lash was so soft she barely noticed but the second stung. deSade had whipped the crop across her breasts, and was drawing it slowly back. .
"We'll play a liitle game. When I strike you like this.."
The crop flicked and Celeste gave a cry as the rawhide laced across her nipples.
"Then you pump me, up and down all the way...
Do it,"
She gripped him tightly and stroked him from balls to tip, feeling the soft flesh moving over the hard throbbing center of his cock.

SWIISHHHTT!...the crop struck again, and she stroked him again.

SSWISHHHHTTT..again, and again, and again. each lash hard enough to sting, each lash layered on the last.
Pain building...building...building

 

[Merelan]

Sister Mary

In vain I twist trying to get free, but the ropes only tighten and his grip hurt me more. Her face so close. No longer shy and timid this girl. but curious, listening to me no longer. Only to his words. I moan then and suddenly his mouth is at my breast. I cry out at the sharp pain and the suddeness.
"Oh please." I moan in despair. Knowing it is only as I deserve. To be at his mercy. With one final effort I tro to close my legs, but a sharp bite on my nipple and I give in. My mind screaming while my body betrays me. A fresh flow from my pussy as it sends a lick of fire through me.

 

[kitsuke]

Comté Lucien Reynaud de Beziers

"Why Oriane, is that proper behavior for a young lady?" I ask slyly, brushing her clit with my finger as I say the word 'proper'. "I do believe that your peers might find it a bit.... constiure de salope" Suggesting her friends might find her behavior quite sluttish at the moment. I then dip my head and slowly lick the entire length of her heated sex one last time.

"Je ne souci pas!!" she gasps out her desire.. screaming that she does not care, "What is it you do to me?"

"Nothing your body obviously does not want." I whisper as I run a finger between her breasts and down her torso, trailing down her legs, feeling her body arch up to it the entire journey. "I must admit you are rather mroe heated than many women are even capable of being... perhaps there is more to your nature than you realize."

Raising myself up to her face I remove the constraining fabric from her face and arms, smirking at her in a lustful manner. I stroke mys engorged manhood along the junction of her thighs and the sweet gates to her satin heaven teasingly and say, "A promise is a promise, milady. If you desire me to stop now is the time to ask it..."

Then I cheat and run a tongue across her nipple, waiting for her to answer.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

The pain made Celeste want to retreat inside herself, to hide from it - to hide from him. She felt like a whipped dog and could actually feel her spirit breaking. Mindlessly she performed the task he requested, working her hand over the length of his shaft.

At first it had been difficult not to squeeze him painfully as she flinched from each blow. After more than a dozen strokes of the crop, the pain failed to register. Celeste had gone to the place of the flagellants, that state that Herbert had described so long ago. She no longer felt connected with what went on with her body.

A single tear sprang forth, fluttered on her lashes, and then ran down her cheek.

 

[SexyChele]

Oriane

I know his words should bring about humiliation in me. And in some small recess of my brain they do. Yet, I have crossed a line for which there is no going back.

As he releases me from my bindings, I am able to once more look at his features. Although the good looks are still there, I also see lust in its barest form.

I feel his arousal probing the outer edges of my sex, just moments ago where his tongue was. As he asks whether I wish him to continue, a small voice inside of me says to say NO! But then, his tongue skims over my nipple, eliciting a reaction that is felt throughout my body. I ignore the voice - knowing I will have to pay the consequences at some point....

"Oui, Lucien, oui! Take me, Lucien, make me a woman this very night!"

I feel his knees wedge between my thighs, spreading my legs for him, and feel his erection probing the inner folds of my sex. As his cock finds my entrance, I shudder as he first makes entry. I feel as though my body is beginning to stretch, and I am suddenly fearful of the pain that I have heard about.

Slowly he inserts his member into me, an inch at a time. And then suddenly he stops. I feel a barrier, and wonder what will happen when he breaks through my maidenhead. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I look up into him.

"Please, sir, I beg of you not to hurt me."

As he looks down at me, he grins. I feel him pull his hips back, and waits for what seems like an eternity.....

 

[captainb]

Armand

I was ecstatic. This was working more wonderfully than de Sade had suggested. Such fire in these women, such unreleased longing! But the girl Isabelle was still unsure, and I wanted to be more involved. I let Mary's legs go, one still supported by Isabelle's arm. I raced across the room and pushed a heavy table back, its edge sliding under the good sister's rump until she was seated on its edge. Now I did not need to support her, although the ropes still held up upright and helpless. I swung a second chair next to Isabelle and leaned towards her.

"Now girl, you must watch closely," I said, reaching for her small hand and licking at the musky juice that coated her fingers. "When I finish, you will do as I do, and you must do it well." I directed her to hold one of Mary's legs wide while I held the other, and she bent close to watch as my face descended towards Mary's flowing quim. My tongue, broad and flat, licked once from base to tip, her pink lips parting around it. Such sweetness! I sucked deeply, drawing her moisture into my mouth and swallowing as she moaned. I held her tender labia between my teeth and sucked hard, sliding up to her hidden bud, hidden no more. Here was final proof! Swollen, pink, and peeking out from its hood, her clitoris was erect like a tiny penis, hard and dancing like my cock tight in my pants. I sucked on it, feeling her reaction, waiting for her to cry out and then sucking harder yet. I inserted two fingers into her quim, the hot flesh yielding under my probes. They slipped out and trailed to her anus, then I covered her puss with my mouth and sucked hard once more as both moistened fingers pushed deeply into her ass.

 

[Merelan]

Sister Mary:

At first it was relief when he set me on the edge of the table. The strain gone from my arms, and maybe he would leave. But instead he too drew up a chair and then started talking. I flushed beet red as he discussed me candidly with her. I tried to pull my legs together, to hide the desire, the need so obvious to them. But he slapped at my pussy setting her on fire. Then continued.
"Ahhhh." A cry torn from me as his tongue lapped at me. I wiggled and groaned, biting my lip.
"Please. Please stop." Yet knowing he knew, knew, that I would die if he did. It felt like he was devouring me whole. Sucking and licking me down there. Shamed and feeling like a beast of the field, yet it felt so good.
The his fingers roughly invaded me, making me cry out, so close to that supreme moment. Yet he paused, then thrust again. I squirmed pinned to him by them. Again I was approaching that surrender when he pulled away. A moan and whimper coming from my lips. Swiftly cut off as he trailed them along my ass. Eyes widening as they gazed into his.
"No. For shame." Desperately trying to escape, but just as desperately wanting more. He couldn't mean to touch me there. But again I was wrong. His fingers teased at my hole, and in my shock I groaned. It felt good. Tears streamed down my face as he damned me to hell with my own need for him. How could he know such things?

 

[ariosto]

"Stop it Celeste."
"What?"

DeSade opened her fingers and removed his cock.
"Stop crying.I hate it! And this! he pointed to his penis, 'I'd have had more passion if I'd fucked a turnip."

He turned away in disgust, her hand opened and closed on thin air.
He walked over and unbound her other hand , then her feet. She sat up and rubbed circulation back into them, looking at him, wondering, waiting.
He offered her wine and leaned over to kiss her breasts which still stung from the touch of the lash.
Poor celeste"
he said cupping them and holding them , putting his lips to her nipples and sucking. She ran her fingers through his hair as her mind started to come back into focus.

"Hubert"
her voice was throaty...horse. "Hubert, we shouldn't do this."

He raised his head and looked into her eyes,
"Do you remember the time we took your niece to Saint Cloud...such a pretty girl."

Celeste blanched at the thought of it.
"Don't"

" A pretty girl. You remember her tears Celeste?"

It's not over she thought...it's not over.

"Well My dear I think that you are fully damned in the hear and the hear after...wouldn't you say?"

"Get out of here deSade! Now this instant!"
Celeste made to get off the table, but he restrained her.

"Oh no...no I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. Remember though how exqusite it was to have her service both of us, all that afternoon."

She did remember. The sweet girl's face between her legs and Hubert grinning from over her shoulder as he...

"Yes." Celeste felt a warmth and a stirring at the memory.
He handed her another glass of wine which she tossed down quickly.

She looked at him...what beautiful eyes he thought..."Make me drunk Hubert. If this IS the last night then make me drunk and kill me."

He laughed,
"Kill you! There will be much pleasure then on the way to death."

 

[kitsuke]

Comté Lucien Reynaud de Beziers

The tolling of the bells of Notre Dame. Many say there is nothing more beautiful in all of Europe. From the small musical dimpled bells to the larger gonging bells one can pull a complex orchestra of praise to God from the belltower. The symphony of the bells rings out daily in Paris and many thousands pause to enjoy it's song. There is one bell that is only rung on rare occasions. A bell so great and deep that it's sounding rings the foundations of France itself. Once struck all who live in Paris are dumb with astonishment at it's intensity, no matter how many times they have heard it before.

Lucien is the bellringer, Oriane, his lovely bell. Crashing into her with an abandon almost frightening he tears through her maidenhead with not a moment of hesitation. She contracts around him as he finds her innermost depths and encases himself in her fully. Her nails have drawn blood on his back and she has cried out, his ears still ringing with the sweet music of her pain and pleasure.

Attacking her vulnerable neck and the gentle curve of her breats with his lips he withdraws from her again. Again he he strikes the bell, rushing into her with a resounding cry as she grips his shaft and greedily accepts his invading manhood, thrusting her hips back up at him wantonly. He placed one hand on her abdomen, palm just at the top of her pelvis and pushed down lightly. As her passage closed even tighter around him and her most sensitive inner parts were slid against by his throbbing cock they both cried out in ecstasy...

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

She had no idea why she had said such a thing. Perhaps it was the wine or the suddeness of the pain. Celeste was a survivor and was not a woman to curl up and die. She had overcome so much in her life; the death of her family, the betrayal of a king, even the sufferings inflicted by Hubert Donatien de Sade and his twisted uncle. She would weather the storm of this night and she would forge her way through the mire of the revolution. Nothing could extinguish her fundamental desire to go on.

Celeste lost in her pain and humiliation remembered back to a time when she had felt both dark curses a thousand time over...

Donatien Alphonse François, the Marquis de Sade, had been given a present by his nephew, the use of the young Celeste. Even after being initiated by Hubert, she had been unprepared for the his uncle. The Marquis was demonic in his relishment of pain. A collector of medieval torture devices, he would put his rack to use on her body. Celeste had spent hours on that instrument of torture, her joints pulled almost to the point of rupture. She had been rendered unconcious by the pain, a highly offensive transgression in the eyes of the de Sade.

Celeste awoke to a mulitude of hands on her pain wracked body. Her eyelids fluttered open. She was lying in a gutter and seven filthy men were pulling her free. They were frightening, repulsive, from the lowest dregs of Paris and they used her, forcing themselves into her body over and over again. Celeste couldn't stop them. She couldn't move. Beyond pain, she didn't make a sound.

The Marquis who had been watching the little scene collected Celeste and deposited her on Herbert's doorstep. Leaving a note on her battered body that read, "Merci, mais non merci, Hubert."

Her memories revived her. They had reasserted her will, her strength. She smiled a Hubert, her lips curving in a wry smile.

"I am ready to take up the game once again."

 

[ariosto]

DeSade walked back to the table where Celeste was sitting and roughly pulled her legs apart.
He stepped between them and she locked her ankles behind his knees. There was a wild look in her eye that seemed to challenge him.
Snaking both hands into her hair he clutched her skull tightly in his palms and crushed his lips to hers.
She opened her mouth and drew him in...serpent tongues, sliding deep, touching caressing, alive in the moist heat behind their lips triggering fires in the loins...

"The game..." hot words breathed on her lips...
"The game...has higher stakes now, Reverand Mother."

His hands lock on her shoulders, denying movement to her arms.
deSade sinks his teeth in her throat, she shudders. He nips and bites down her chest, she arches back, her breasts jut forward and he sucks her nipples into his mouth. She feels his teeth again on the tender tips.
Teasing, biting...bright pain and a hunger between her legs...

"Fuck me DeSade..."
He doesn't answer...His face is against her sex. She wants to touch him, pull him into her, but she is held a prisoner as his tongue invades her vagina, curling and twisting, rubbing, plunging...Her legs tighten behind him and he feels the tensing of her thighs, the contaction of her cunt, licking up he engulfs her clit in his mouth and sucks it in...Celeste twists and cries out!

Desade releases her completely...His heat had been all over her, driving her to the edge and now...
He stands across the room looking at her, something gleams in his hands.

Celeste gasps, he has left her so close...so CLOSE!
"Damn you DeSade!"

He smiles and walks over to her, She is flushed and damp with sweat.

"Look what I have for you."
The handle is bound in soft black leather with a round silver stud at the end, The cross piece is small perhaps an inch and a half maybe two. It's brushed steel covered with brass inlay. It shows a scene of a hunter, cutting open a stag. The blade is damascened steel polished to brilliance. Seven inches long with an even honed taper to the hard cruel point.

She stares at it, the candle reflections spark off the dagger as he turns it for her to see.
"Pretty blade isn't it?
I thought of you when I bought it."

He lays it on the heel of his thumb and draws it back, immediately crimson blood wells up from the one inch cut.
"Sharp too."

He holds his hand close to her face. A single bead of blood falls to her breast, roold out to the tip.
"Taste it." he says and her pink tongue lathes the wound.
"Are you ready to play Celeste?"
His voice is full of darkness.

 

[Honey_B]

The Abbess

The silky metallic taste of DeSade's blood filled Celeste's mouth. She savored it, knowing she would not get another. He was just teasing her, inflaming her desire. No, it would be her blood that would flow. This game would be played by his rules whether she wanted it or not. Celeste wanted it. She shivered with anticipation.

"Yesss... Oh, yes. My lord, how will it begin?"

Her voice had become seductive, husky. She was ready, having emerged from the chrysalis of her pain.

She stood, running her hands over her body, letting the pleasure play across her features. DeSade watched her, eyes narrowed to slits.

"Where shall you begin? Here? With the vulnerability of my neck?"

Throwing her head back, she exposed the white column of her neck, the skin drawing tight over her throat. DeSade ran his fingers over the milky white skin.

Celeste straightened.

With a fingertip, she traced the red line that streaked down her breast.

"Here, Hubert? Will you cut me here?"

Her finger hovered less than an inch above her right nipple.

"Do you want me to beg? To offer my pain to you as a gift for your pleasure? Yes, I will do that. Cut me. I want to feel the dark beauty of your blade."

 

[Guest]

DeSade presses the tapering tip of the dagger against the flesh above the tip of her left breast. Celeste shivers at the coldness of the blade. She responds instantly and Desade, pressing the knife deeper into her skin, leans forward and takes the stiff, straining bud between his teeth and tugs it hard. The tip of the blade, indenting her skin cruelly, draws down across the sensitive aereole and she finds herself clutching the table edge with whitened knuckles as he begins the torment.
His long fingered hand cups her breast raises it and then a searing pain! He has cut her... a tiny burning slice just over her nipple.
He takes her in his lips, tasting the metallic tang of her warm blood as he sucks it into his mouth and laves the crimson flow over her nipple with his tongue.

He looks up...
"Would you like to see how red and rich your blood is Celeste?"

He holds her breast high and she can see the scarlet flow that is staining her nipple.
She sees her blood on his lips and then they are on hers, pressing against them...
"Now you can taste both...yours and mine. Sweet as mother's milk..."

Suddenly the blade is at her throat. If she doesn't fall back it will open her jugular...
"Hubert..."

"Lay back Sister Celeste...lay back...that's right."
DeSade quickly bound her wrists and ankles once again.
When he'd finished he licked the blood from her breast. the wound had already stopped oozing and only a thin red line was left.

"Where next Celeste?"
He held the knife against her neck...

"Here?"
The point entered her skin, withdrew a small ruby formed.

"Here?"
The blade lay agaist the base of her throat, then he drew it down between her breasts nearly breaking the skin...but not quite.
She shuddered at the feel of the smooth steel sliding down her, sternum, her belly.

DeSade paused at the valley of her naval and suddenly sliced into her skin. She cried out!
Immediately he had his lips pressed to the cut, sucking the copious flow of blood from it.
His fingers ran between her legs, and sliding over her clitoris, parted her moist gate and slid into her passage.
She looked down and saw him framed between her breasts, his sensuous lips closed over the wound, sucking the blood from the
stinging cut. His eyes were boring right into her own.

Suddenly she arched upwards and moaned.
The rough pads of his fingertips had found the tissue of arousal, the source of delerium.
He knew it.
The knife lay gleaming against the swelling curve of her right breast now, ready to cut...

 

[ariosto]

Got carried away

The above is from me of course...who else can be so deliciously cruel.

 

[captainb]

Armand

Dear sweet Mary. The tears coursing down her face belied the flow coming from her pussy as my fingers sank deeply between her ass cheeks. She writhed against the ropes that held her arms high, but I held her in place by both holes and looked up at her face between her shaking breasts. She cracked opened a red eye and gazed back at us both, me with lips shiny from her juices, and young Isabelle, still unable to take her eyes from her open pulsing cunt.

"No," Mary moaned, and I swiftly pulled my fingers out and delivered a hard flat slap across her swollen labia. She cried out and her hips bucked forward. I rubbed my palm over her liquid lips for a moment as if to sooth, then smacked sharply again. She cried out as fresh tears flowed. I reached for Isabelle's hand. She jumped as our fingers touched, but she did not pull away, instead turning to me with her large brown eyes.

"Now Isabelle," I said softly, "see how she feigns her distress, yet look at her bosom. See how her nipples are hard and erect with desire. Touch her," and I placed her small fingers at the entrance to Mary's sex. "Feel her desire, her wetness on your fingers? See how she responds, driving her pussy towards to you even as she tries to deny it? For shame, Sister Mary, denying your passion, your secrets to this young one." I release Isabelle's hand and slipped my arm around her slim waist. I leaned in to her ear. "Now, my sweet. Show me what you have learned. Show Sister Mary how you know she likes to be pleased."

 

[Honey_B]

OOC: Destiny, you box is full. Consider yourself welcomed to the abbey.

 

[Merelan]

His eyes cold and flat as he gazed upon me. Held by his lithe fingers probing and twisting within me. My moans escaping my lips as he cruely pulled away. Smack. Crying out at the sudden fire in my pussy. Crying out as again he struck. Swinging free till he pulled me close. Pulling young Isabelle to me. Beckoning, commanding her to touch me. Shutting my eyes to my shame, trying, dying to disappear. Tears streaming down my cheeks as he taunts me with my weakness. His touch tender as if to tease.

 

[Honey_B]

The Abbess

DeSade played with her basest responses, confusing the issue of pain and pleasure, twisting them on the point of his knife. He pierced her flesh with a silky smooth slice above her nipple. She responded with a deep moan as he took the wound within mouth, running his tongue over the separated skin. With gentle pressure, DeSade sucked gently as if to draw the life force from her body. Celeste cried out in pleasure begotten from pain.

The crimson fluid bloomed forth onto the creamy white flesh of her breast as droplets of blood oozed to the surface and rolled downward. As Hubert stood over her, Celeste could see her blood on his lips. Deepest burgundy on softest red, his lips carried their treasure to her own. She tasted her blood as she responded to his kiss, lashing at the pillows of his lips with her tongue.

Cold, like an icy reminder of DeSade's menace, the knife moved to her throat. The specter of danger entered the room as the blade neared her jugular vain.

"Hubert..."

She said the name like a plea or a prayer.

DeSade commanded her to lie back and he bound her again. The game began as he moved the knife across her skin with a skillful strategy. He teased her, knowing she could not see where the knife might strike.

Celeste felt the point at her neck, then glide over her breasts. She was not cut and Celeste shivered. Down lower, to her navel, the blade teased and then bit. She felt the pinprick of penetration, followed by the caress of Hubert's mouth, sucking her blood. DeSade drove her towards madness with the touch of his hand between her legs. As his mouth embraced the cut, his fingers scraped against her clitoris. She wanted to close her eyes and abandon herself to the feeling, but he held her in his gaze.

 

[ariosto]

DeSade's face flushed, his eyes sparked fire...he raised the knife over her throat.

"Hubert!"
Fear...took her breath and struck her dumb.
The knife flashed above her...

Ten years...my God it's been TEN years!...who was DeSade now!...who was he!

...and slammed into the table top two inches from her neck!
Adrenalin raced through her she looked on in shock as he mounted her.
DeSade thrust his cock into the Abbess, driving it to the hilt then he fell across her, grinding his chest against her breasts, feeling the flow of blood sheeting warmly between them.
His hand slid out along her arms, his legs over hers, he crucified himself on her body, thrusting, thrusting over and over.
He was a knife, he was a rapier cutting deep into her aching center...

Celeste cried out...
The balde cut, burned, plunged...

She cried out...Hhis breath scalded her cheek...she couldn't breath
He was in a fever, a rutting delerium.
Her body strung tight with fear like an animal in a trap was causing a savage response from de Sade. The black well of his arousal rose up around him like a boiling sea...

She cried out...He reared back, his chest crimson with her blood.
He reared back, and with a final wounding thrust released himself into her. His semen rushed in like hot lava.
She twisted under the onslaught, her bindings gave way and she rose up , nails biting into his back, legs twisted tight around him and together they seethed in mutual ecstacy.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

Celeste felt the hot breath of death breathing down her neck, making her the vulnerability of her life. DeSade's face frightened her. Madness seemed to have overtaken her lover. Without warning, the blade flashed deadly silver. The blade was falling, falling...

Celeste prepared herself for death in the split second she had been given, her wild eyes open wide.

The blade whooshed past her ear, sinking into the table inches from her neck.

She was alive. Alive!

Celeste screamed as DeSade pierced her body to the quick with a mighty thrust of his body. She felt every inch of his fearsome cock burst its way into her quivering passage. He showed no mercy, filling her completely and suddenly.

She longed to writhe, to caress the magnificence of this man. Her nails bit into her soft palms. The cloth of her bindings chafed away the skin of her wrists and ankles.

DeSade overwhelmed her completely, taking the very air that she breathed as he pressed his body into her.

Blood oozed into the cloth at her wrists.

Celeste screamed again and again, her torment sweet and powerful. His strength fed her, taking her to new places of ecstasy and agony. She twisted her wrists and feet angrily and the cloth finally separated and came away. Free, she joined DeSade in the animalistic dance of their union. Celeste wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into the muscles of his back. She embraced DeSade with her thighs, drawing her long lithe legs around his forceful hips.

Hot eruptions of his seed poured into the sucking passage of her sex, the walls grabbing and clutching at his pounding prick as he fucked her as furiously as a lustful beast. An exquisite sense of enthralment tore through her like a cyclone, carrying away her away with sensation. The climatic sexual ecstasy throbbed and burned throughout her naked tortured body as she writhed and bounced on the creaking wood of the table. She loved this, she needed it.

She was alive. Alive!

 

[ariosto]

She sat in a chair, naked and shivering with a blanket wrapped around her. The glass of red
wine was doing wonders to bring her back down from the extraordinary place she'd just been to with him.
DeSade sat across from her in a similar chair but did nothing to cover his pale body. His legs were akimbo and his cock, still semi-tumescent, lolled between them. A swath of blood...her blood stained his broad chest.
"Tell me Celeste how have you managed all these years without me?"

She took a sip from the goblet
"I was never without you Hubert...I spent much of my time trying to forget you. But you were there you see? A great lump I could not make vanish."

"A lump you say!...How charming to be called a lump.
The cuts; do they sting still?" DeSade stood and walked over to her.

"Yes they sting...and they burn." She did not look at him.

"Good. Good." He touched her hair,
"If I told you to suck my cock until I came and swallow every drop of my seed...would you, dear Celeste?"

She was aware of his penis very close to the side of her face.
"I might bite it off deSade. And give it to my hounds."

"You might...but what if I were to tell you an
incredibly arousing story while you took me between your pretty lips, one that would make you wet celeste...very wet."

She felt the velvet softness of his glans slide along her cheek.

"Well...?"