The Mercy of a Sadist

[Honey_B]

Celeste

A story? From the dark mind of Hubert DeSade, anything that he called incredibly arousing was sure to be. Celeste sucked her breath through her teeth.

"I would do anything that you asked, my lord. Story or not. I don't think I could refuse you anything. I am your Celeste again. That is if you'll have me."

He had rejected her so long ago, turning his back on her when she needed him. It would have taken all of the Abbess's pride to say such a thing, to even admit it, but for Celeste, it was really quite easy. There was no pride. There was only him.

She cupped her hand gently around his silken shaft, feeling his cock twitch at her touch. A gift. Celeste bent her head as if in prayer and ran her tongue over the small slit. She ran her tongue around the rounded head. The taste of her very essence came to her. The memory of DeSade's possession of her body was still imprinted on her mind and Celeste flushed with remembering.

She closed her eyes as she sucked him into her mouth, just the head and then a little lower. Celeste loved the taste of him, of DeSade's manhood slathered with her juices. She ran her tongue over the veined surface, feeling the heat emanating from him.

He loomed over her and Celeste looked up.

"Tell me your story, Hubert. Tell me and I will use my mouth while you speak."

 

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DeSade leaned back against the table edge where he could watch the Abbess kneeling between his straddled legs. Watch her mouth and hands as they worked the length of his cock.
"First let me tell you about the heroine of my tale Celeste, you know her. Or that is you knew her once. Quite well...That's it, lick me my love, slowly...slowly...bathe me with your tongue. Ahhhh yes.
It was just after you disappeared. I knew of course that you'd gone to the Cardinal to broker your sins in return for the sinecure of Orders and a House of your own..."
She paused.
"Keep going little sister, don't stop, take me in your mouth...your sweet lips...yes...yes..
But I was one of the few that did know. Your family blamed me of course. Your Father came first but I gave him no satisfaction. I told him you were the Cardinal's whore now. I told him the truth but he didnt believe me...imagine that.
That's good...now press your lips tighter and use your tongue. You've gotten good at this Celeste are there stable boys about...village lads perhaps?"
She closed her hand on his thick cock and squeezed.
"YES!..Yes...your hand use it!

Where was I...
Next your Mother came. A charming woman. You were her very much her favorite you know. She offered herself to me...

DON'T STOP!...Suck me my little cunt...yessss like that.
I would have fucked her but it was too easy. So I told her instead that I would indeed release you in return for..."
He watched her as she stroked and sucked him...was there a hesitation...a premonition of his next words?

"In return for..."
He leaned down so she could hear him very clearly.
"The sacrafice of your precious little sister Marie Louise to me for a month. To make use of in any way I desired."

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

Celeste bathed herself in the cruelty of DeSade's words. Marie Louise had been given to him and now, Hurbert owned Celeste again. Her sister's sacrifice had been in vain. Tears sprang to her eyes, running down her cheeks in shimmering rivulets.

Nothing excited her master more than the sight of her tears. It meant he could still get to her, could still twist the knife. She raised her face slightly so DeSade would be able to see her tear-stained cheeks before she spoke.

Her voice was heavy with emotion as she asked him to continue.

He smiled as he watched her choke back a sob.

Celeste surrounded the head of his cock with her mouth, wrapping her lips around it in a loving embrace. She swirled her tongue, for just an instant, over the small slit, tasting the fluid of his arousal. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pressed her mouth down onto his manhood, her lips clingy to the turgid column with stunning suction. Her hand held him, lower down on the shaft, caressing with mobile fingers.

 

[kitsuke]

Comté Lucien Reynaud de Beziers

OOC: This is just to let you all know I am back. Had some problems with getting an ISP at new address. Hope to be posting regularly again now.
(I will take my cue from you Chele, if you are still interested in continuing m'dear)

 

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"Do you cry Celeste as you think of your little sister in my arms. Her delicate skin exposed to my lash and my blade...her snowy thighs spread cruely wide to take me in...the sacrifice of her virginity to my thrusting cock!"

The Abbess tried desperately to shut the words from her ears, to consign the images to oblivian. But she saw her! Her sweet Marie Louise undergoing the hell and torment that she knew deSade would have delighted in putting her through.

"Ohhh the memory...the sweet, sweet memory...
SUCK ME! hard... Fast...Come on Sister...Come on! Use your hands, squeeze me while I think of her under me. My teeth tearing her nipples till they bled!...Driving myself into her hard and deep so deep she screamed with every thrust!...
Ahhhh...AHHHHHHHHHHH!

She felt him shudder, his testicles rise up, a pulsing under her hands as he began to cum. He threw his head back and screamed!
Her mouth filled with his hot swirling spend. It erupted into her, spilling over her lips, down her chin, across her naked breasts and to her utter horror she found herself cumming uncontrolably at the very thought of DeSade raping her innocent sister Marie Louise.

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

The horrible lust, black as Celeste's nightmares, flooded her body. The cruelty of the thoughts that invaded her mind, pushed her into the endless spiral of an orgasm. He had used Mary Louise for this, no doubt. Her dear little sister had given pleasure to Hubert with her mouth, just as she was doing now. Insanely, Celeste felt a pang of jealousy. The dreaded thought only fueled her degradation and her lust.

As sensation flooded her senses, DeSade's seed spilled into her mouth. Even as she gulped, his issue dribbled over her red lips and onto her chin. Droplets spattered her breasts and Celeste reached up and smeared it over her swollen nipples.

 

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DeSade dropped to his knees and pushed her violently back on to the rough wooden floor, wet with the splatterings of his orgasm.
Suddenly the knife was there again. She felt the cool length of the blade against the soft inner flesh of her leg.
"I wish you could have been there...maybe you could have joined us...wouldn't THAT have been memorable."
He laughed maniacaly and she cried out as the blade cut into her just an inch below the tender joining of thigh to groin. DeSades lips were there instantly, sucking the crimson blood from the weeping burning wound. He kissed her, on her legs, her stomach, her breasts, her throat ... scarlet rings appeared like blossoms on her pale flesh.

The knife was against her lips. The metal warm with blood.
"Lick the blade Celeste...be careful. It's so very sharp."

Her pink tongue inched under the steel and lapped the sanguine liquid from it as she had been told to do.
She shut her eyes and closed her lips on the hard steel as he carefully slid it in and out...ever so carefully.

"One thrust," He whispered.
"One thrust and I can skewer your head to the floor, can't I?"
She could not nod, she could not move, the blade would cut, the blade would glide like water through the tissues of her flesh...

DeSade withdrew the stiletto and roughly jerkedher legs apart.
"Look at you!"

She opened her eyes and looked down to where his fingers were threading into the fine hair covering her mons. He tugged at it and she winced.
"This will never do...never. I want you as you were when we were young!"

De Sade lay the side of the razor sharp knife against the tender flesh bordering her froth of pale pubic hair and drew it down, slicing away the curling strands and exposing the soft flesh beneath.
"Open up my dear Celeste."
he said, leaning down between her legs, the knife blade glittering over the gentle swell of her mount.
"And be quite still, I am going to shave you smooth as a your sisters sweet breasts, just as I used to do before the thorns..."

The thorns...she closed her eyes again and felt his mouth and tongue licking her, moistening her, preparing her...

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

The ritual… blood red roses… thorns… her preparation… the first time she had been shaved… taken by two men…

DeSade’s words as deadly and demanding as his blade took her back.

The shimmer of a razor’s edge.

The memories were potent and so vivid. Celeste remembered another blade…

She drifted back to the day when she had first met the Marquis, Hubert’s uncle. She had been so very young then, just turned eighteen. Enthralled by Hubert, losing herself to him. She had feared she was in danger of becoming enslaved. So much of her wanted to be.

They had passed her amongst themselves like a sugared tart, licking the crumbs of her dignity off their lips with satisfaction when they had finished with her. She had been humiliated beyond imagine. Together they had used her. She, powerless to stop them, submitted to their every demand, granted their every perverse wish.

Even so, Celeste could not help but become aroused every time she remembered…

 

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Uncle and nephew, nephew and uncle... a bright summers day on the Marquis' estate. Behind the table which still bore the remnants of their picnic lunch the servants had laid a bed of thorny roses. The same servants stood back now watching as Celeste stroked the cocks of their Master and his young cousin. They had been the silent audience while she lay weeping and drugged on the table, her clothes torn from her, her legs held wide open by Hubert who watched...an eager student...as The Marquis shaved her cunny with exquisite care. Once it was over, they had each taken turns with her smooth naked sex for desert, trading off quickly until she was no longer aware of whose pointed tongue was swirling within her. Inspite of her humiliation, in spite of knowing that this was taking place in full view of the Nobleman's household ...in spite of that she felt herself growing hot, her body contracting uncontrolably as waves of ecstacy begin to consume her.
But they didn't allow it.
No, they took her and made her kneel on the thorns, they laughed as the tiny points pierced her knees. They laughed as they thrust their hard cocks into her hands and ordered her to frig them off...
Uncle and nephew...nephew and uncle. Celeste between them, rosey thorns in her flesh...horny flesh in her hands. She looked from one to another but saw no mercy, only an animal desire and the gleam of human evil...

DeSade carefully stroked away from the tender pink lips, using his own saliva to wet the tender skin for the passing of the razor sharp blade.
He was humming a popular air as he worked...

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

Celeste half lay back, listening. The beautiful music sounded sinister on Hubert's lips. She watched as her body was being slowly exposed by DeSade. Her curls fell away, floating to the ground. He had learned this from his uncle. She closed her eyes and thought again of that day....

A hundred caresses, a thousand pinpricks, piercing her flesh just as the humilation pierced her pride...

 

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There were five servants watching them. Three handsome young men and two very pretty maids. The Marquis celebrated beauty in all things, including the domestic staff.
Celeste was aware of their eyes watching her every movement. Her hands each held a thick rigid penis, the Uncle's was a bit smaller than his nephews but they were both warm and hot, soft on the outside, rock hard within. She stroked them more rapidly wondering if they intended to release their spend in this way, covering her face and body with it or if the Marquis had another twist to add.
She stared at the two erections bobbing ever so close to her face, she could almost reach out and lick them.

"Antoine!" It was the elder deSade,
"Come here boy. It is not right that our young aristocrat be denied her own pleasure while she so generously gives us ours." The handsomest of the young men, with black curling hair approached them and the Marquis gestured for him to lie on his back before Celestes knees.
"Raise up a bit my dear," Hubert said, "so the boy can slide under you, I think he wants to savor your sweet cunny." And indeed Antoine slid himself between her legs and as she settled back down she felt his hot slick tongue, pushing into her.
She shut her eyes and sighed at the new invasion, for the boy was good. He knew where to lick, and to probe, his tongue was deep inside her moving, twisting...

"Oh God! Hubert...Ohhhhh..."

The Marquis laughed. "Your young friend is really enjoying herself isn't she Nephew?."
By now they were taking turns running their cocks into her eager mouth. First she would take Hubert in and feel the velvet of hes glans pressing the back of her throat. Her tongue would swirl around it and she would try to suck it down inside her. And then The Marquis turn, and then Hubert, and then...

Celeste cried out in pained surprise as one of the pretty maids slipped up behind her and taking one of the long stemmed roses , pressed it's thorny length into the soft skin of her back...


"There!"
Hubert stood back very pleased with himself. Celeste's cunt had been shaved completely
and now lay naked before him, totally vulnerable to anything he might choose to do.
"Now I must anoint my new creation."
deSade knelt down and began licking the mounded fold that harbored within it's cleft the moist gate to her abandon.

Antoine's tongue had been licking the same tender flesh on that day long ago...
"Uncle I'm tired of taking turns, I believe our darling girl is capable of pleasuring us both at once."
She felt Hubert's member pushing the Marquis' over as it thrust in between her swollen lips. She shuddered and tensed up on Antoines' greedy tongue at the outrageous invasion of two velvet tipped cocks into her mouth...
Behind her the chambermaid had another thorny stem to imbed in the skin of her back.
Already fine beads of blood had formed where the first rose had been placed...

 

[Honey_B]

Celeste

Celeste opened her mouth to scream as the thorns pierced her flesh. The two men took advantage of her widened lips and thrust further into her screaming mouth. She felt she would surely choke and her lips ached from the painful invasion. Tears sprang to her eyes. The look shared by both uncle and nephew spoke to their enjoyment of her torment.

Her natural response to pain was thwarted by the sweet sensations emanating from the caresses of Antoine’s tongue. A blur of pain and pleasure. The DeSades withdrew from her mouth just as they came, showering her face with Sadist seed. Hubert leaned forward and scraped thick drops of his issue off her chin and fed his fingers into her mouth. Armand pushed her over the edge just then. Her body shook with the beginning of a shattering orgasm. The Marquis, himself, gently laid her back on the ground, sending the thorns deep into her flesh. Just as the ecstasy took hold of her body, the pain shook her brain. The scent of crushed roses and sex perfumed the air.

The memory of her pain fuelled Celeste’s enjoyment of Hubert’s tongue. With devilish skill, he brought her closer to fulfillment as he lashed his tongue across her naked clitoris.

A tremendous hue and cry erupted from the lover levels of the abbey.

“Get dressed now. Hurry.”

DeSade’s voice was commanding. He was already reaching for his discarded clothing. Celeste went through the connecting door to her boudoir and opened a huge trunk. Searching through it, she found what she was looking for near the bottom. A dress. Virginal white and in the style of the Ancien Regime. At least it was not a habit. Without time from proper undergarments, she slipped into the garment.

Celeste efficiently began tossing necessities onto the bed. She had just rolled them into a blanket when Hubert appeared at the door.

“Celeste, I need my saddlebags. Tell me where they would have been placed?”

She didn’t have to think about it. “Yes, the safest place in the abbey. Under our chapel.” With a grim smile, she added, “From there we can escape. A passage runs from that chamber to the stables.”

Hubert’s teeth were bright in the shadows.

The halls of the abbey were already filling with fire. DeSade and Celeste ran down the halls and then the stairs. They narrowly missed capture, but Hubert’s sword flashed and the head of a Jacobin rolled away. The couple stepped over the body and entered the chapel.

“The stairs are just behind the altar,” Celeste said breathlessly.

The saddlebags were just as they had been left and Hubert hefted them to his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”


Celeste looked back as they galloped away, just as flames began to emerge from the roof. The ancient abbey was ablaze. She did not allow herself to feel, though the moonlight reflected a shimmer in her eyes.

“Where are we to go?”

“To England, my dear. To England.”

 

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Mercy II

OOC...
This is the end of Mercy of a Sadist.
But the further story of Celeste and DeSade has yet to be told.
Join them in England as their dark tale continues it's course.

Coming soon!

MERCY II

watch for it!