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The Daughters of Liberty
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When she awoke, Elizabeth still felt that severe pain in the back of her neck, her head was spinning and she did not remember where she was. He started to massage his neck but couldn't, something held his arms along the grate next to the bed. He heard voices near him a man's voice, cruel, mocking, brutal, and a voice of a woman crying, pleading and sucking. Abigail's voice. He tried to call her, but only a rattle came out at the beginning; he tried to see where he was and he hardly recognized the cell where he had been locked up. But she felt pain all over her body and her body no longer belonged to her. She tried to return from the nightmare in which someone had chased her and by opening her eyes with difficulty the nightmare did not disappear but materialized. Someone had tied her with her arms stretched at shoulder height along the grate of the cell; she was sitting on the bed with her thighs wide open and her ankles tied to the grate behind the bed, at the height of the shoulder blades. She desperately called Abigail, looked for her with her eyes and found her on her knees in front of a muscular and completely naked man who forced her to suck his dick. The man had tied his arms behind his back by folding them up so as to secure them to his neck in a painful grip. Now, on her knees, Abigail sucked the soldier greedily, just trying to end that torture as quickly as possible. The man heard the moans and the creaking of the bed and turned.
"Well awakened, Your Lordship, did you sleep well? Your friend here is preparing the way for my next pleasure: I have never had the opportunity to fuck a Lady, if one can still be called that one who gets she was sitting on the bed with her thighs wide open and her ankles tied to the grate behind the bed, at the height of the shoulder blades like a bitch by a black bastard. Lick well and suck, bitch. Your friend is in a hurry to feel my cock in her beautiful bald pussy ....! "
“Blackwood, please, leave her alone, sir, please. Don't hurt her. I will do whatever you ask, anything but don't touch it, please ... "
"Shut up, bitch, and keep sucking! What is it, Milady, are you not comfortable enough? Where did you think you were? In your boudouard where you freely suck all the African cocks and all the cunts that come within range? No cute, you are in a prison, my prison. I thought a Lady was a little more discreet when she does certain things but you just have no restraint, you screamed in such a way that she heard you all the garrison. If I have to call some witness to try your immorality will be spoiled for choice.
"Leave her alone, captain, I beseech you, sir! Take me, I will do whatever you want, take me but leave her alone! ...
"Who told you to stop sucking, you filthy whore! - Blackwood said to Abigail, slapping her in the face - You two share everything as good friends, right? So now you will share my cock, it's a mouthful big enough to be enough to both of you. I will teach you how to behave two honest girls, filthy perverted! - Then he grabbed Abigail by the hair and dragged her in front of Elizabeth, who looked at her with teary eyes. - Milady, your lover here she is a little jealous, she wants my cock all to herself. But your gaping cunt is too elegant an invitation, you cannot displease a noble woman like you. So now we will have a party, we will have fun all three. " He folded Abigail's torso, forcing her to rest her mouth on her lover's wide open vulva, as she obscenely raised her butt and was forced to keep her knees open so as not to lose her balance. "Come on! I want to see closely how you did it, vicious little bitch. Lick her pussy again. I want to see you fuck her pussy with your tongue! ".
When she awoke, Elizabeth still felt that severe pain in the back of her neck, her head was spinning and she did not remember where she was. He started to massage his neck but couldn't, something held his arms along the grate next to the bed. He heard voices near him a man's voice, cruel, mocking, brutal, and a voice of a woman crying, pleading and sucking. Abigail's voice. He tried to call her, but only a rattle came out at the beginning; he tried to see where he was and he hardly recognized the cell where he had been locked up. But she felt pain all over her body and her body no longer belonged to her. She tried to return from the nightmare in which someone had chased her and by opening her eyes with difficulty the nightmare did not disappear but materialized. Someone had tied her with her arms stretched at shoulder height along the grate of the cell; she was sitting on the bed with her thighs wide open and her ankles tied to the grate behind the bed, at the height of the shoulder blades. She desperately called Abigail, looked for her with her eyes and found her on her knees in front of a muscular and completely naked man who forced her to suck his dick. The man had tied his arms behind his back by folding them up so as to secure them to his neck in a painful grip. Now, on her knees, Abigail sucked the soldier greedily, just trying to end that torture as quickly as possible. The man heard the moans and the creaking of the bed and turned.
"Well awakened, Your Lordship, did you sleep well? Your friend here is preparing the way for my next pleasure: I have never had the opportunity to fuck a Lady, if one can still be called that one who gets she was sitting on the bed with her thighs wide open and her ankles tied to the grate behind the bed, at the height of the shoulder blades like a bitch by a black bastard. Lick well and suck, bitch. Your friend is in a hurry to feel my cock in her beautiful bald pussy ....! "
“Blackwood, please, leave her alone, sir, please. Don't hurt her. I will do whatever you ask, anything but don't touch it, please ... "
"Shut up, bitch, and keep sucking! What is it, Milady, are you not comfortable enough? Where did you think you were? In your boudouard where you freely suck all the African cocks and all the cunts that come within range? No cute, you are in a prison, my prison. I thought a Lady was a little more discreet when she does certain things but you just have no restraint, you screamed in such a way that she heard you all the garrison. If I have to call some witness to try your immorality will be spoiled for choice.
"Leave her alone, captain, I beseech you, sir! Take me, I will do whatever you want, take me but leave her alone! ...
"Who told you to stop sucking, you filthy whore! - Blackwood said to Abigail, slapping her in the face - You two share everything as good friends, right? So now you will share my cock, it's a mouthful big enough to be enough to both of you. I will teach you how to behave two honest girls, filthy perverted! - Then he grabbed Abigail by the hair and dragged her in front of Elizabeth, who looked at her with teary eyes. - Milady, your lover here she is a little jealous, she wants my cock all to herself. But your gaping cunt is too elegant an invitation, you cannot displease a noble woman like you. So now we will have a party, we will have fun all three. " He folded Abigail's torso, forcing her to rest her mouth on her lover's wide open vulva, as she obscenely raised her butt and was forced to keep her knees open so as not to lose her balance. "Come on! I want to see closely how you did it, vicious little bitch. Lick her pussy again. I want to see you fuck her pussy with your tongue! ".
jjjack
Magistrate
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Sobbing, Abigail leaned forward, sticking her tongue out of her lips and going to insert it into Elizabeth's wide open slot. Blackwood then slapped her behind the back of her neck causing her to fall forward and suddenly invade the vagina of the other girl, who screamed in surprise and humiliation.
"All inside that beautiful hot tongue of yours, like that! Now you're going to fuck her with tongue while I'm fucking you, so all three of us will have fun together. Happy, sluts?" The complaints of the two girls filled the cell. The man knelt behind Abigail, who trembled with terror at feeling him so close and finding that he could not move, stuck between her open thighs and Elizabeth's vulva, violated by her tongue, and the brute's body behind her . He let out a long excruciating lament when he felt that her buttocks were widening. He wanted to sodomize her. He only hoped that his spittle would be enough to facilitate the entry into the anus of the big cock that was already pressing on the sphincter. The glans pushed hard, violating the resistance of the small hole which was tormented by a burning pain. Abigail screamed and her cry penetrated Elizabeth's vagina, enlarged by the tongue. The strong hands of the man blocked the hips of the kneeling young woman and with brutal blows of the pelvis the man forced her to plow the sex of her friend without any sweetness, in unison with the thrusts of the cock that probed the rectum with cruel lunges. The two girls moaned together while the man snickered.
"So, Milady, do you still like your tongue in your cunt? Is it long and thick enough to fill you, you filthy bitch?" After a dozen pushes, the captain pulled his cock from Abigail's ass and threw it to the ground in tears. Then she stood on the bed right in front of Elizabeth who, immobilized with her arms and legs locked on the grate behind her, could not escape or offer the least resistance. He grabbed her firmly by the hair and brought her face close to his erect cock. Elizabeth was gagging when the rod stained with blood and excrement touched her lips and nose.
"Lick it well, Milady, I made it tastier just for you. Do you still like the body of another woman? - by force she forced her to receive the erect and disgusting cock in her mouth. Abigail was crying on the ground, with her arms painfully tied behind the back and fixed to the neck and knees bent on the belly.
"Leave her alone, leave her alone, please, please ..."
"Shut up, bitch, when I need your opinion I'll let you know. Don't be selfish, your friend wants her share of cock too. Lick it well, slut, I don't want to see a single trace of shit on this cock. , so ..., do you like huh? Lick my balls, Milady, so, ... my hungry little bitch, is good?. And now let's feel how tight your throat is ... Pinch your lips tightly around my cock and suck it well, good ... with your tongue all around ... yes, so ..., continue ....
Everything was confused in Elizabeth's head, still dazed by the blow to the back of her neck: the horror, the screams, the sobs, the acrid taste of shit and the smell of the soldier's unwashed pubis, the painful and humiliating consistency of the penis on the his tongue, in his throat, between his lips ... When the cock left his face he lowered his head, hoping that the torture was over. But it wasn't like that.
"I really want to see what it feels like to fuck a noblewoman ... Fortunately you are not a virgin like all these girls, I'm tired of fucking asses, now I want a pussy. - he crouched in front of the girl, took her firmly by the hips and pulled the glans to the open vulva. Elizabeth looked at the dark ceiling and waited for the inevitable violation of her tied body, her sobs mingled with those of Abigail. The strong hands of the man under her battered ass guided the vagina to welcome her invader and she screamed excruciatingly when she took it.
"Take it, bitch, hear it well what it means to really fuck with a man. Take it, ... take it ... take it, ... Take it ... Tak ... Aaahaaaa! Yeeessss! Take it all inside ....," She came out after a dozens of brutal lunges, while the glans was still vomiting its lousy jism. Blackwood walked away and grabbed Abigail by the throat and brought her to her knees before Elizabeth in tears.
"Now lick every drop of that stuff and hurry up! If when I get back the cunt of this blue-blooded bitch is not as clean as a mirror I make you fuck by the whole platoon!" and crushed her face again on Elizabeth's sex. Sobbing Abigail resumed licking and sucking her friend's smeared sex and did it with all the sweetness and delicacy possible.
"I love you, Abigail! I live only for you." she whispered to her in the dark. Her lover's mouth said the same thing to her, but without saying a single word. And that answer came into Elizabeth's intimate making her luxuriate again in a shocking way.
Sobbing, Abigail leaned forward, sticking her tongue out of her lips and going to insert it into Elizabeth's wide open slot. Blackwood then slapped her behind the back of her neck causing her to fall forward and suddenly invade the vagina of the other girl, who screamed in surprise and humiliation.
"All inside that beautiful hot tongue of yours, like that! Now you're going to fuck her with tongue while I'm fucking you, so all three of us will have fun together. Happy, sluts?" The complaints of the two girls filled the cell. The man knelt behind Abigail, who trembled with terror at feeling him so close and finding that he could not move, stuck between her open thighs and Elizabeth's vulva, violated by her tongue, and the brute's body behind her . He let out a long excruciating lament when he felt that her buttocks were widening. He wanted to sodomize her. He only hoped that his spittle would be enough to facilitate the entry into the anus of the big cock that was already pressing on the sphincter. The glans pushed hard, violating the resistance of the small hole which was tormented by a burning pain. Abigail screamed and her cry penetrated Elizabeth's vagina, enlarged by the tongue. The strong hands of the man blocked the hips of the kneeling young woman and with brutal blows of the pelvis the man forced her to plow the sex of her friend without any sweetness, in unison with the thrusts of the cock that probed the rectum with cruel lunges. The two girls moaned together while the man snickered.
"So, Milady, do you still like your tongue in your cunt? Is it long and thick enough to fill you, you filthy bitch?" After a dozen pushes, the captain pulled his cock from Abigail's ass and threw it to the ground in tears. Then she stood on the bed right in front of Elizabeth who, immobilized with her arms and legs locked on the grate behind her, could not escape or offer the least resistance. He grabbed her firmly by the hair and brought her face close to his erect cock. Elizabeth was gagging when the rod stained with blood and excrement touched her lips and nose.
"Lick it well, Milady, I made it tastier just for you. Do you still like the body of another woman? - by force she forced her to receive the erect and disgusting cock in her mouth. Abigail was crying on the ground, with her arms painfully tied behind the back and fixed to the neck and knees bent on the belly.
"Leave her alone, leave her alone, please, please ..."
"Shut up, bitch, when I need your opinion I'll let you know. Don't be selfish, your friend wants her share of cock too. Lick it well, slut, I don't want to see a single trace of shit on this cock. , so ..., do you like huh? Lick my balls, Milady, so, ... my hungry little bitch, is good?. And now let's feel how tight your throat is ... Pinch your lips tightly around my cock and suck it well, good ... with your tongue all around ... yes, so ..., continue ....
Everything was confused in Elizabeth's head, still dazed by the blow to the back of her neck: the horror, the screams, the sobs, the acrid taste of shit and the smell of the soldier's unwashed pubis, the painful and humiliating consistency of the penis on the his tongue, in his throat, between his lips ... When the cock left his face he lowered his head, hoping that the torture was over. But it wasn't like that.
"I really want to see what it feels like to fuck a noblewoman ... Fortunately you are not a virgin like all these girls, I'm tired of fucking asses, now I want a pussy. - he crouched in front of the girl, took her firmly by the hips and pulled the glans to the open vulva. Elizabeth looked at the dark ceiling and waited for the inevitable violation of her tied body, her sobs mingled with those of Abigail. The strong hands of the man under her battered ass guided the vagina to welcome her invader and she screamed excruciatingly when she took it.
"Take it, bitch, hear it well what it means to really fuck with a man. Take it, ... take it ... take it, ... Take it ... Tak ... Aaahaaaa! Yeeessss! Take it all inside ....," She came out after a dozens of brutal lunges, while the glans was still vomiting its lousy jism. Blackwood walked away and grabbed Abigail by the throat and brought her to her knees before Elizabeth in tears.
"Now lick every drop of that stuff and hurry up! If when I get back the cunt of this blue-blooded bitch is not as clean as a mirror I make you fuck by the whole platoon!" and crushed her face again on Elizabeth's sex. Sobbing Abigail resumed licking and sucking her friend's smeared sex and did it with all the sweetness and delicacy possible.
"I love you, Abigail! I live only for you." she whispered to her in the dark. Her lover's mouth said the same thing to her, but without saying a single word. And that answer came into Elizabeth's intimate making her luxuriate again in a shocking way.
jjjack
Magistrate
Chapter 15
"The missing link"
General Brantford looked up to watch the captain standing at attention in front of his desk.
"Captain Blackwood, you are recently assigned to my staff and the reports of demerit on your account for your methods are giving me many problems. Adding to this is the fact that investigations into the secret organization of these girls are putting me in trouble. I was wrong to trust that hog of Glifton, that damned impotent! To fuck with impunity some girl gave birth to a scandal and if the matter does not close quickly I risk being the one to pay the expenses. For the moment we have moved a army to find four rich bitches who thought they were spies having fun licking each other's cunts. With their arrest and their entry into the fortress brothel I have not concluded anything, and I am considered only the greatest ruffian in the colony. did you do this? "
"General, I would not say that nothing has been accomplished. At the command of General Greenfield it is said that for the ability shown on this occasion, His Majesty could name her soon Baronet."
"Do you believe, Blackwood?" Asked the general interested.
"At the general staff they take it for sure, to the great disappointment and envy of General Greenfield, I knew it from a certain source. As for these girls, they certainly don't have the ability to organize such a network. But maybe I know who is behind all this. Do you know Madame Claire Beauchamp? "
"Of course, she is one of the colony's most prominent ladies. She has a somewhat ambiguous position, in fact, since for years our relations with the French have been very bad and certainly their government has supported those rebels in some way. But she still has married a Scottish nobleman who recently moved here, a person who enjoys some consideration at royal court and has important knowledge and protections...
"I personally met Lady Frazer in Scotland and was amazed to see her here with her husband. I was convinced they were rotting in a prison between Edinburgh and London"
"What do you say, are you crazy?".
"Lord Frazer or what he calls himself is a well-known Jacobite, we clashed several times and he seriously injured me that I cannot forgive. As for his wife, he has a dark past and to save the skin of her husband she used his body with everyone, even with the king of France. It is from this that her well-known social position derives.
"You open up a completely new scenario for me, Captain. Her husband seems to have died some time ago and since then Madame Beauchamp has lived alone in an isolated villa outside the city. I think it is appropriate that Madame Beauchamp come here to clarify her position In the meantime I will do some more thorough investigation of this her husband and I will check the dispatches of recent times if there is something that concerns him.
"I ask permission to proceed with the arrest of the woman, sir. I have a personal account to settle with you and moreover she have not noticed my recent arrival in the city, so you cannot suspect that you are being checked or arrested. Probably at home his we will find something interesting. In particular the kind of sedition and vicious books that circulated among those girls. "
"The missing link"
General Brantford looked up to watch the captain standing at attention in front of his desk.
"Captain Blackwood, you are recently assigned to my staff and the reports of demerit on your account for your methods are giving me many problems. Adding to this is the fact that investigations into the secret organization of these girls are putting me in trouble. I was wrong to trust that hog of Glifton, that damned impotent! To fuck with impunity some girl gave birth to a scandal and if the matter does not close quickly I risk being the one to pay the expenses. For the moment we have moved a army to find four rich bitches who thought they were spies having fun licking each other's cunts. With their arrest and their entry into the fortress brothel I have not concluded anything, and I am considered only the greatest ruffian in the colony. did you do this? "
"General, I would not say that nothing has been accomplished. At the command of General Greenfield it is said that for the ability shown on this occasion, His Majesty could name her soon Baronet."
"Do you believe, Blackwood?" Asked the general interested.
"At the general staff they take it for sure, to the great disappointment and envy of General Greenfield, I knew it from a certain source. As for these girls, they certainly don't have the ability to organize such a network. But maybe I know who is behind all this. Do you know Madame Claire Beauchamp? "
"Of course, she is one of the colony's most prominent ladies. She has a somewhat ambiguous position, in fact, since for years our relations with the French have been very bad and certainly their government has supported those rebels in some way. But she still has married a Scottish nobleman who recently moved here, a person who enjoys some consideration at royal court and has important knowledge and protections...
"I personally met Lady Frazer in Scotland and was amazed to see her here with her husband. I was convinced they were rotting in a prison between Edinburgh and London"
"What do you say, are you crazy?".
"Lord Frazer or what he calls himself is a well-known Jacobite, we clashed several times and he seriously injured me that I cannot forgive. As for his wife, he has a dark past and to save the skin of her husband she used his body with everyone, even with the king of France. It is from this that her well-known social position derives.
"You open up a completely new scenario for me, Captain. Her husband seems to have died some time ago and since then Madame Beauchamp has lived alone in an isolated villa outside the city. I think it is appropriate that Madame Beauchamp come here to clarify her position In the meantime I will do some more thorough investigation of this her husband and I will check the dispatches of recent times if there is something that concerns him.
"I ask permission to proceed with the arrest of the woman, sir. I have a personal account to settle with you and moreover she have not noticed my recent arrival in the city, so you cannot suspect that you are being checked or arrested. Probably at home his we will find something interesting. In particular the kind of sedition and vicious books that circulated among those girls. "
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
A great deal of confusion upset the tranquility of Claire's morning that day. She had just entered her bath tub, a luxury she allowed herself as often as possible, when the door to her bedroom was thrown open with a kick and an unknown man in an official uniform of the red jackets entered. Claire screamed with sudden fright and even more with the fact that, unlike the women of her time, she used to bathe naked instead of wearing a petticoat. She covered herself as much as she could with her hands, trying to keep her body under slightly cloudy water for the bath salts and screamed in disdain: "How dare you! I'm naked! get out of this room and my house immediately! "
"Neither of them, Madame. answered a voice too well known.
"You! ... I ... I ... can't ..."
“Yes, Madame, it's really me. Those who do not die see themselves again, even in the end of the world. You thought me dead isn't it. As you can see, hell didn't want me either, but I want you now. Too many things do not come back to your account and as it happens since you got here we have had nothing but problems with the rebels and with a group of girls who acted as spies for them. I'm here to check on your house and to get you to talk to General Brantford. "
“I know the general well, he is a dear friend of mine, and I am sure he cannot tolerate this kind of behavior. Get out yuo of this room immediately, I'll get dressed and then we can talk, as befits an honest woman and a gentleman. Come out, I told you!”. Blackwood went to the door and closed it and went back to the tub.
“You will go out, you filthy French bitch, you will come out naked from this house and I will take you to the fortress. Or with your clothes on to go to the general. It's up to you to decide. In any case, now you will stand up or drag you out of this house without a rag on you!
Claire lowered her head, tried to control herself, and slowly stood up, showing Blackwood his naked body demurely covered by his hands.
“Yes, I remember that night at Fort William well… when I first arrested you. This time there won't be that damper of your husband and we can continue where we left off. By the way, where is that bastard? "
"My husband died three years ago, in an ambush tended by the Indians. Since then I am alone.
“I don't believe a single word of what you say, and then a whore like you can't stay three years away from a cock. How do you spend your evenings for three years now? Doing the sock? I do not think so…
“Come out and let me get dressed, you filthy rascal. A self-respecting English officer does not do this.
“Captain! - said a soldier entering and remaining paralyzed at the sight of Claire's naked and wet body - Captain, we found these. he said, recovering and addressing his commander. Claire winced. Those books had been hidden by her in a place she thought was safe, but the soldier's expert eye or perhaps a word too many of some servants had put her in trouble.
“As I suspected. Here's how you spent your lonely evenings, with pleasant readings like this! - and showed her the cover of a book called "Justine". - Magnificent illustrations, truly enlightening about what your tastes are when it comes to sex ... "
"That book is not mine, it belongs to my maid ...!" Claire tried to defend herself.
"A girl who can't read and doesn't know a word of French?" The officer yelled grabbing her arm and dragging her into the bedroom.
"No, not the current maid, ... I had another who was from Paris but went to ..."
"... to fuck in a brothel, sure. The same end that you will do now. - the man said grabbing his wrist and fixing a handcuff on it. Then to Claire's surprise, instead of handcuffing the other wrist, she fastened the other end of the chain to the column of the four-poster bed. So, before Claire could recover from the amazement, she took possession of the other wrist and fixed it to the opposite column so as to lock it naked at the foot of the bed, bent slightly forward and with open arms. Being unbalanced completely forward, the woman had to widen her legs a little, allowing him a complete view of her vulva and ass.
“You will be cold, so completely naked, Madame Beauchamp! I'll take care of warming you up a bit. - Blackwood said in her ear as she slipped a hand into her thighs and groped her for sex. Claire screamed and tried to close her thighs but that grabbed her pubic hair with and clenched it in her fist pulling cruelly until the woman surrendered and completely opened her thighs, bending over the bed and remaining completely defenseless.
"Brute! Cochon! ”She screamed shocked as the perverse caress became digital penetration into her exposed sex. And when the man passed from the pussy to the anus, violating it first with one and then with two fingers, the scream became even more acute and excruciating.
"Well, I see that you do not hide weapons ... - Blackwood said maliciously. - Now I will let you experience your interesting night readings up close. So you will seem to be your heroin. And two steps back he dropped his whip with brutal precision on the woman's naked ass, who gave a new scream. And many more followed, before Blackwood's arm tired.
A great deal of confusion upset the tranquility of Claire's morning that day. She had just entered her bath tub, a luxury she allowed herself as often as possible, when the door to her bedroom was thrown open with a kick and an unknown man in an official uniform of the red jackets entered. Claire screamed with sudden fright and even more with the fact that, unlike the women of her time, she used to bathe naked instead of wearing a petticoat. She covered herself as much as she could with her hands, trying to keep her body under slightly cloudy water for the bath salts and screamed in disdain: "How dare you! I'm naked! get out of this room and my house immediately! "
"Neither of them, Madame. answered a voice too well known.
"You! ... I ... I ... can't ..."
“Yes, Madame, it's really me. Those who do not die see themselves again, even in the end of the world. You thought me dead isn't it. As you can see, hell didn't want me either, but I want you now. Too many things do not come back to your account and as it happens since you got here we have had nothing but problems with the rebels and with a group of girls who acted as spies for them. I'm here to check on your house and to get you to talk to General Brantford. "
“I know the general well, he is a dear friend of mine, and I am sure he cannot tolerate this kind of behavior. Get out yuo of this room immediately, I'll get dressed and then we can talk, as befits an honest woman and a gentleman. Come out, I told you!”. Blackwood went to the door and closed it and went back to the tub.
“You will go out, you filthy French bitch, you will come out naked from this house and I will take you to the fortress. Or with your clothes on to go to the general. It's up to you to decide. In any case, now you will stand up or drag you out of this house without a rag on you!
Claire lowered her head, tried to control herself, and slowly stood up, showing Blackwood his naked body demurely covered by his hands.
“Yes, I remember that night at Fort William well… when I first arrested you. This time there won't be that damper of your husband and we can continue where we left off. By the way, where is that bastard? "
"My husband died three years ago, in an ambush tended by the Indians. Since then I am alone.
“I don't believe a single word of what you say, and then a whore like you can't stay three years away from a cock. How do you spend your evenings for three years now? Doing the sock? I do not think so…
“Come out and let me get dressed, you filthy rascal. A self-respecting English officer does not do this.
“Captain! - said a soldier entering and remaining paralyzed at the sight of Claire's naked and wet body - Captain, we found these. he said, recovering and addressing his commander. Claire winced. Those books had been hidden by her in a place she thought was safe, but the soldier's expert eye or perhaps a word too many of some servants had put her in trouble.
“As I suspected. Here's how you spent your lonely evenings, with pleasant readings like this! - and showed her the cover of a book called "Justine". - Magnificent illustrations, truly enlightening about what your tastes are when it comes to sex ... "
"That book is not mine, it belongs to my maid ...!" Claire tried to defend herself.
"A girl who can't read and doesn't know a word of French?" The officer yelled grabbing her arm and dragging her into the bedroom.
"No, not the current maid, ... I had another who was from Paris but went to ..."
"... to fuck in a brothel, sure. The same end that you will do now. - the man said grabbing his wrist and fixing a handcuff on it. Then to Claire's surprise, instead of handcuffing the other wrist, she fastened the other end of the chain to the column of the four-poster bed. So, before Claire could recover from the amazement, she took possession of the other wrist and fixed it to the opposite column so as to lock it naked at the foot of the bed, bent slightly forward and with open arms. Being unbalanced completely forward, the woman had to widen her legs a little, allowing him a complete view of her vulva and ass.
“You will be cold, so completely naked, Madame Beauchamp! I'll take care of warming you up a bit. - Blackwood said in her ear as she slipped a hand into her thighs and groped her for sex. Claire screamed and tried to close her thighs but that grabbed her pubic hair with and clenched it in her fist pulling cruelly until the woman surrendered and completely opened her thighs, bending over the bed and remaining completely defenseless.
"Brute! Cochon! ”She screamed shocked as the perverse caress became digital penetration into her exposed sex. And when the man passed from the pussy to the anus, violating it first with one and then with two fingers, the scream became even more acute and excruciating.
"Well, I see that you do not hide weapons ... - Blackwood said maliciously. - Now I will let you experience your interesting night readings up close. So you will seem to be your heroin. And two steps back he dropped his whip with brutal precision on the woman's naked ass, who gave a new scream. And many more followed, before Blackwood's arm tired.
jjjack
Magistrate
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General Brantford smiled secretly to himself as he heard Claire Beauchamp's angry screams in the hallway in front of his office. He was already aware of everything about the arrest of the mysterious owner of French origin but now lady of a well-known Scottish family. Above all, he had been able to read the copies of Claire's letters found during the search of his home by comparing them with other documents found that day, while she was tortured by the perfidious Captain Blackwood. The captain had taken it easy and now the general knew all about this involuntary "guest" of his, even what had never leaked into his life. Madame Beauchamp was in her hands by now and she still didn't know it. The general would have a little fun playing with her like the cat and the mouse.
The door opened and two red jackets escorted the wealthy French lady into the room, furious at the shameful treatment that had been reserved for her. Behind her came Captain Blackwood, with his mocking smile on his face. The general nodded to him as Claire screamed at the two soldiers who held her by the arms and was absent-minded for a moment.
"General, I vigorously protest against this unworthy abuse of a gentleman like you!" Claire screamed like a fury.
"I don't understand, ma'am. I simply asked my men to tell you to give me the pleasure of your company for lunch, as I would like to negotiate a certain deal with you and people talk better at the table. Did something serious happen?"
"Something serious? I am the widow of the late Lord Frazer and I am also a subject of the King of France. I have acquaintances at court in both Paris and London. I have been humiliated and outraged as the filthiest of prostitutes. This man, better, this animal forced me to show myself completely naked to him and beat me. I immediately demand that he be arrested and wait for your immediate apologies! "
"I really can't believe what I hear. Captain Blackwood is a very good officer and a gentleman. I have never heard that he behaved in his service unworthily of an officer of His Majesty. But I will go to the bottom of this matter. Be sure. And I promise you that by tonight, certainly not long before, you will be totally satisfied. Word of a gentleman."
Claire calmed down for a moment and the general motioned for the two soldiers and the officer to go out and leave them alone.
"I apologize once again for what happened, Madame! - said the general, bowing like a perfect gentleman and kissing her hand - Take a seat. Before we are served lunch I would like to get into the subject immediately. You are a practical woman and you will appreciate the fact that I want to go straight to the point. "The general's eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman's breast but she did not perceive any allusion in those words." I heard that a certain Jamie Frazer was arrested this morning by order of General Greenfield ...
Claire winced slightly but retained an exemplary cold blood.
"Really, ... I don't understand ... what you, sir ... mean ..."
"I thought he might have been a distant relative of her late husband, perhaps a distant cousin of hers. Curiously, she also bears her same first name and is of the same age. Obviously it cannot be the same person, since it is known you, madam, is a widow, but if she could recognize him any kinship for me would be more than enough to free him as I blindly trust your honesty.
"I don't think ... I can ..." Claire stammered insecure, fearing she would betray herself if she had been confronted with her husband, who had long worked underground for the revolution.
"In this case I just have to hang him. He was found in possession of weapons and documents that identify him with certainty as a spy in the pay of George Washington and his rebels.
"Nooo! - Claire moaned, cheating. Then recovering from the emotion, she resumed." You must excuse me, General. I'm just a woman, and I'm a fervent Christian. I'm not used to hearing about hangings, at least not before lunch. He smiled delicately at his own witticism. - I would do anything in my power to save the life of that poor unhappy man. He could thus expiate his guilt with life imprisonment. "
General Brantford smiled secretly to himself as he heard Claire Beauchamp's angry screams in the hallway in front of his office. He was already aware of everything about the arrest of the mysterious owner of French origin but now lady of a well-known Scottish family. Above all, he had been able to read the copies of Claire's letters found during the search of his home by comparing them with other documents found that day, while she was tortured by the perfidious Captain Blackwood. The captain had taken it easy and now the general knew all about this involuntary "guest" of his, even what had never leaked into his life. Madame Beauchamp was in her hands by now and she still didn't know it. The general would have a little fun playing with her like the cat and the mouse.
The door opened and two red jackets escorted the wealthy French lady into the room, furious at the shameful treatment that had been reserved for her. Behind her came Captain Blackwood, with his mocking smile on his face. The general nodded to him as Claire screamed at the two soldiers who held her by the arms and was absent-minded for a moment.
"General, I vigorously protest against this unworthy abuse of a gentleman like you!" Claire screamed like a fury.
"I don't understand, ma'am. I simply asked my men to tell you to give me the pleasure of your company for lunch, as I would like to negotiate a certain deal with you and people talk better at the table. Did something serious happen?"
"Something serious? I am the widow of the late Lord Frazer and I am also a subject of the King of France. I have acquaintances at court in both Paris and London. I have been humiliated and outraged as the filthiest of prostitutes. This man, better, this animal forced me to show myself completely naked to him and beat me. I immediately demand that he be arrested and wait for your immediate apologies! "
"I really can't believe what I hear. Captain Blackwood is a very good officer and a gentleman. I have never heard that he behaved in his service unworthily of an officer of His Majesty. But I will go to the bottom of this matter. Be sure. And I promise you that by tonight, certainly not long before, you will be totally satisfied. Word of a gentleman."
Claire calmed down for a moment and the general motioned for the two soldiers and the officer to go out and leave them alone.
"I apologize once again for what happened, Madame! - said the general, bowing like a perfect gentleman and kissing her hand - Take a seat. Before we are served lunch I would like to get into the subject immediately. You are a practical woman and you will appreciate the fact that I want to go straight to the point. "The general's eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman's breast but she did not perceive any allusion in those words." I heard that a certain Jamie Frazer was arrested this morning by order of General Greenfield ...
Claire winced slightly but retained an exemplary cold blood.
"Really, ... I don't understand ... what you, sir ... mean ..."
"I thought he might have been a distant relative of her late husband, perhaps a distant cousin of hers. Curiously, she also bears her same first name and is of the same age. Obviously it cannot be the same person, since it is known you, madam, is a widow, but if she could recognize him any kinship for me would be more than enough to free him as I blindly trust your honesty.
"I don't think ... I can ..." Claire stammered insecure, fearing she would betray herself if she had been confronted with her husband, who had long worked underground for the revolution.
"In this case I just have to hang him. He was found in possession of weapons and documents that identify him with certainty as a spy in the pay of George Washington and his rebels.
"Nooo! - Claire moaned, cheating. Then recovering from the emotion, she resumed." You must excuse me, General. I'm just a woman, and I'm a fervent Christian. I'm not used to hearing about hangings, at least not before lunch. He smiled delicately at his own witticism. - I would do anything in my power to save the life of that poor unhappy man. He could thus expiate his guilt with life imprisonment. "
jjjack
Magistrate
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"It is something that can be done, Madame, but you will understand, a general cannot collect money in order not to perform his duty. We should find a somewhat less ... conventional means of payment ...". The general's mellifluous tone and his lewd gaze that continued to fall into the deep gap between Claire's prosperous breasts were more explicit than ever of the type of coin the officer expected to receive.
"I really don't understand, ... - Claire said, blushing and trying to withdraw. - I'm just a poor widow, alone ..."
"In this case no one will find out, certainly not from me, my dear." the general replied, hardening his voice and moving his chair back a bit, as if to get comfortable and enjoy the show. "Come on, Madame Beauchamp, show me your goods! ..." - Claire stood hesitantly. It was not the first time that she had to use her body to free her fallen husband. With the knowledge that this was the only thing to do, he put his hands behind his dress, undoing it just enough to slide the dress from his shoulders, down to his waist, and then to his feet. Underneath she wore only a thin, practically transparent silk shirt, the one that had forced her to wear Captain Blackwood, telling her abruptly that it was the most suitable outfit for a prostitute like her. Now that she was half-naked in front of the old general, a terrible presentiment crossed her heart. But it was late now. He took off his right shoe and lifted his leg to remove the sock. He had to put his foot on the chair where the general was sitting, right between his open thighs and toes touched the rod that had already become turgid in his pants. By bending over, he gave way to the general to have an anticipation of the firm shape of his breasts. The silk shirt only arrived at the base of the thighs and the position of the leg made it slide upwards so much that it allowed Brantford to admire the edge of the thick, well-groomed black bush and the delightful fold of the pubis. Claire repeated the operation with the second sock, then lowered the silk shirt from her shoulders to her belly, stopping for a sob of shame.
"Come on, my dear! When did you ever see a demure whore? Take off this rag and be admired. Bitches and sows don't wear clothes!" - Claire trembled at the insult and at the abrupt language without courtesy, which degraded her to a street woman. He obeyed silently and let the silk slide around his hips and then down again, like a curtain, to reveal the sex, finally dropping the silk around his ankles.
"It is something that can be done, Madame, but you will understand, a general cannot collect money in order not to perform his duty. We should find a somewhat less ... conventional means of payment ...". The general's mellifluous tone and his lewd gaze that continued to fall into the deep gap between Claire's prosperous breasts were more explicit than ever of the type of coin the officer expected to receive.
"I really don't understand, ... - Claire said, blushing and trying to withdraw. - I'm just a poor widow, alone ..."
"In this case no one will find out, certainly not from me, my dear." the general replied, hardening his voice and moving his chair back a bit, as if to get comfortable and enjoy the show. "Come on, Madame Beauchamp, show me your goods! ..." - Claire stood hesitantly. It was not the first time that she had to use her body to free her fallen husband. With the knowledge that this was the only thing to do, he put his hands behind his dress, undoing it just enough to slide the dress from his shoulders, down to his waist, and then to his feet. Underneath she wore only a thin, practically transparent silk shirt, the one that had forced her to wear Captain Blackwood, telling her abruptly that it was the most suitable outfit for a prostitute like her. Now that she was half-naked in front of the old general, a terrible presentiment crossed her heart. But it was late now. He took off his right shoe and lifted his leg to remove the sock. He had to put his foot on the chair where the general was sitting, right between his open thighs and toes touched the rod that had already become turgid in his pants. By bending over, he gave way to the general to have an anticipation of the firm shape of his breasts. The silk shirt only arrived at the base of the thighs and the position of the leg made it slide upwards so much that it allowed Brantford to admire the edge of the thick, well-groomed black bush and the delightful fold of the pubis. Claire repeated the operation with the second sock, then lowered the silk shirt from her shoulders to her belly, stopping for a sob of shame.
"Come on, my dear! When did you ever see a demure whore? Take off this rag and be admired. Bitches and sows don't wear clothes!" - Claire trembled at the insult and at the abrupt language without courtesy, which degraded her to a street woman. He obeyed silently and let the silk slide around his hips and then down again, like a curtain, to reveal the sex, finally dropping the silk around his ankles.
jjjack
Magistrate
Poor Claire will have a slightly less beautiful day. Tomorrow the second part of the chapter ...
P.S. I am very happy that you like this development of the story.
The character of Claire Beauchamp and Blackwood (Black Jack Randall in the original) and some references to his past are a tribute to the Outlander saga, although this character is very different from the original and does not have a 20th century experience. I could have changed the names of Claire and Jamie (as for Black Jack) but it seemed just a tribute to the writer Diana Gabaldon who created and inspired them.
P.S. I am very happy that you like this development of the story.
The character of Claire Beauchamp and Blackwood (Black Jack Randall in the original) and some references to his past are a tribute to the Outlander saga, although this character is very different from the original and does not have a 20th century experience. I could have changed the names of Claire and Jamie (as for Black Jack) but it seemed just a tribute to the writer Diana Gabaldon who created and inspired them.
jjjack
Magistrate
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"Well, let's finally get to know each other. I'm sure you won't make a fuss and obey what I order you. Come on, get on that sofa and be admired!" . Claire, with her eyes down in shame, went to the sofa that the general indicated and sat down on it, hands on the seat next to her thighs. He knew it would be futile to try to protect his modesty. But the general was still not satisfied.
"Don't make me angry, you filthy French bitch! I told you to show off your wares, don't let them repeat it!"
Biting her lower lip in shame, Claire raised her ankles and opened her thighs, exposing the sweet crack of her cunt, which she proudly and pleasure carefully depilated on her lips after each bath, leaving only a delicious little triangle of black silk and soft above the pubis.
"Well, let's finally get to know each other. I'm sure you won't make a fuss and obey what I order you. Come on, get on that sofa and be admired!" . Claire, with her eyes down in shame, went to the sofa that the general indicated and sat down on it, hands on the seat next to her thighs. He knew it would be futile to try to protect his modesty. But the general was still not satisfied.
"Don't make me angry, you filthy French bitch! I told you to show off your wares, don't let them repeat it!"
Biting her lower lip in shame, Claire raised her ankles and opened her thighs, exposing the sweet crack of her cunt, which she proudly and pleasure carefully depilated on her lips after each bath, leaving only a delicious little triangle of black silk and soft above the pubis.
jjjack
Magistrate
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"A truly delightful sight, my dear, but unclear. I could open all the windows and curtains to see better but I guess it is not the case to show myself busy with an immoral woman in broad daylight ... so you will have to help me to see better. Spread those folds well and show me your bald pussycat. " With her breasts swaying with every sob, the woman obeyed and gently widened her big lips of the vulva with trembling fingers, showing her tormentor the entrance of her femininity.
"What a pity, though, bitch! So much care for this part of your body, so much trouble every day between soap and razor, and no one who can caress that beautiful kitten, who would only like to purr, true. But I'm sure you you're a great expert in these things, like any self-respecting French whore. Come on, light up the fuse of your powders before we start having fun! "
"Nooo! I beg you! I beg you! Don't ask me this! Don't humiliate me again! Uuuhaaa !!! Uhhuuu !!! I will do whatever you want, I will pay you any amount you ask me but that's enough! Enough, please! How can you deal so a defenseless woman? "
"You are not a woman, first of all, but a vulgar slut. Once deprived of your beautiful clothes, you are like any street whore, only more superb. What about your famous acquaintances at court now? Do you think I don't know that you have entered every bed of those who attended the King's court, from the first president of the court to the last usher, to save your worthy husband from the halter? Do not do so much a prude little girl with me, you filthy bitch! and start using those beautiful hands of yours if you don't want me to use mine!
Completely defeated, Claire murmured through clenched teeth a "cochon" in her language, bent to the general's ignoble orders and knelt on the sofa, rubbing her index finger on her gaping crack. He immediately felt that his flesh became turgid under his expert touch and the clitoris peeked from his hiding place at the top of the crack. The thumb started to stimulate him while the other hand went to caress the breasts and to tickle the nipples, which had awakened.
"Put it well inside that finger in your beautiful nest. Are you warming up, eh, bitch? But maybe one finger is not enough? Put two, then. Your kitten is very hungry, I see ... What is it? It's yours widow's abstinence or your nature as a French sow to make your smelly juices drool so quickly and abundantly on my sofa? Caress that little fish that comes out of the cave! I bet it's already as hard as my cock! Isn't it so? "
"Yes! Yeeeesss !!! ... Yeeeesss !!!!" Claire replied closing her eyes and now losing control of her fingers, which desperately titillated the clitoris and which filled with frantic movements the slimy channel of her femininity. The nipples soared up like nails on the two turgid breasts and firm as stones. The general laughed rudely admiring the spectacle of that woman expert in deception and seduction who, totally defeated, masturbated in front of him with her eyes closed in shame and with the frantic rhythm of a mad woman, moaning desperate like a bitch in heat for an ecstasy that was slow to arrive. Her buttocks began to rise and fall on her heels as if she were riding on a wild stallion and her pussy was beginning to splash a weak viscous rain accompanied by a long moan that came out of her lower lip, now no longer held between her teeth.
"End of the show, French sow! Move another muscle and cut your throat!".
"A truly delightful sight, my dear, but unclear. I could open all the windows and curtains to see better but I guess it is not the case to show myself busy with an immoral woman in broad daylight ... so you will have to help me to see better. Spread those folds well and show me your bald pussycat. " With her breasts swaying with every sob, the woman obeyed and gently widened her big lips of the vulva with trembling fingers, showing her tormentor the entrance of her femininity.
"What a pity, though, bitch! So much care for this part of your body, so much trouble every day between soap and razor, and no one who can caress that beautiful kitten, who would only like to purr, true. But I'm sure you you're a great expert in these things, like any self-respecting French whore. Come on, light up the fuse of your powders before we start having fun! "
"Nooo! I beg you! I beg you! Don't ask me this! Don't humiliate me again! Uuuhaaa !!! Uhhuuu !!! I will do whatever you want, I will pay you any amount you ask me but that's enough! Enough, please! How can you deal so a defenseless woman? "
"You are not a woman, first of all, but a vulgar slut. Once deprived of your beautiful clothes, you are like any street whore, only more superb. What about your famous acquaintances at court now? Do you think I don't know that you have entered every bed of those who attended the King's court, from the first president of the court to the last usher, to save your worthy husband from the halter? Do not do so much a prude little girl with me, you filthy bitch! and start using those beautiful hands of yours if you don't want me to use mine!
Completely defeated, Claire murmured through clenched teeth a "cochon" in her language, bent to the general's ignoble orders and knelt on the sofa, rubbing her index finger on her gaping crack. He immediately felt that his flesh became turgid under his expert touch and the clitoris peeked from his hiding place at the top of the crack. The thumb started to stimulate him while the other hand went to caress the breasts and to tickle the nipples, which had awakened.
"Put it well inside that finger in your beautiful nest. Are you warming up, eh, bitch? But maybe one finger is not enough? Put two, then. Your kitten is very hungry, I see ... What is it? It's yours widow's abstinence or your nature as a French sow to make your smelly juices drool so quickly and abundantly on my sofa? Caress that little fish that comes out of the cave! I bet it's already as hard as my cock! Isn't it so? "
"Yes! Yeeeesss !!! ... Yeeeesss !!!!" Claire replied closing her eyes and now losing control of her fingers, which desperately titillated the clitoris and which filled with frantic movements the slimy channel of her femininity. The nipples soared up like nails on the two turgid breasts and firm as stones. The general laughed rudely admiring the spectacle of that woman expert in deception and seduction who, totally defeated, masturbated in front of him with her eyes closed in shame and with the frantic rhythm of a mad woman, moaning desperate like a bitch in heat for an ecstasy that was slow to arrive. Her buttocks began to rise and fall on her heels as if she were riding on a wild stallion and her pussy was beginning to splash a weak viscous rain accompanied by a long moan that came out of her lower lip, now no longer held between her teeth.
"End of the show, French sow! Move another muscle and cut your throat!".
jjjack
Magistrate
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Blackwood's voice whispered in his ear was like a gunshot. Taken by the oncoming ecstasy she hadn't heard him come behind her and he had enjoyed the spectacle of his humiliation for who knows how long. The blade of her knife touched Claire's carotid artery, which was petrified with terror, while a cry of frustration escaped her mouth and every force left her.
"Tie her up like you said, Blackwood, and then leave us alone. Madame Beauchamp still has a lot to clarify, but she's not in the best position to do it now. Then prepare my meeting room as you know and call my staff."
Claire was unable to offer the slightest resistance, exhausted by the long unsuccessful gallop that she had been forced to do for General Brantford's delight. Blackwood stretched her on the sofa without much compliment and brutally grabbed her ankle by tying it tightly with a rope and forcing her to bend the whole body in half and bring the right knee to the height of the corresponding breast; then he repeated the same operation with the other ankle, after having passed the rope under the sofa. Claire was stuck in an obscene position and had her hands free but still for a little while. The captain grabbed her arm and immobilized the inside of her elbow on the inside of her thigh, then tying her wrist and passing the rope under the sofa again to lock the other arm in the same way. Now it was Claire herself who was forced to offer herself to her tormentor, with her arms immobilized which in turn blocked her thighs and with her ass and cunt raised and exposed to every possible assault.
The captain grinned when finished, admiring his work and the tears of humiliation that streaked the cheeks of the beautiful Frenchwoman.
"Well! - said General Brantford grinning as he approached - I see that you are now in a more comfortable position to discuss our business. See, my darling, for days I have had a serious problem to solve: I had a sect of young silly girls, from still virgin but for a little while: these poor stupid plots against the King in the name of a strange thing called "Liberty", of which they say they are daughters. I got the idea of what kind of mother this famous "Liberty" is , considering that the daughters are so many vicious little bitches, dedicated to licking each other's pussy and masturbating all day in the name of their supreme ideals. The fact is that, with few exceptions, they are all stupid girls, with a ordinary culture and bodies full of cravings, like bitchs in heat, but the ideas they talk about came to them through books, many of them in French, and those little geese can only say "oui" and "bonjour". Who would have provided them with those books and who knows French and English so well here in Williamsburg to translate and explain them to those stupid sluts? ". Claire was crying and keeping her eyes closed, sobbing desperately, defeated and humiliated for having been discovered at the end and also for the position in which she had been placed, which did not bode well.
Blackwood's voice whispered in his ear was like a gunshot. Taken by the oncoming ecstasy she hadn't heard him come behind her and he had enjoyed the spectacle of his humiliation for who knows how long. The blade of her knife touched Claire's carotid artery, which was petrified with terror, while a cry of frustration escaped her mouth and every force left her.
"Tie her up like you said, Blackwood, and then leave us alone. Madame Beauchamp still has a lot to clarify, but she's not in the best position to do it now. Then prepare my meeting room as you know and call my staff."
Claire was unable to offer the slightest resistance, exhausted by the long unsuccessful gallop that she had been forced to do for General Brantford's delight. Blackwood stretched her on the sofa without much compliment and brutally grabbed her ankle by tying it tightly with a rope and forcing her to bend the whole body in half and bring the right knee to the height of the corresponding breast; then he repeated the same operation with the other ankle, after having passed the rope under the sofa. Claire was stuck in an obscene position and had her hands free but still for a little while. The captain grabbed her arm and immobilized the inside of her elbow on the inside of her thigh, then tying her wrist and passing the rope under the sofa again to lock the other arm in the same way. Now it was Claire herself who was forced to offer herself to her tormentor, with her arms immobilized which in turn blocked her thighs and with her ass and cunt raised and exposed to every possible assault.
The captain grinned when finished, admiring his work and the tears of humiliation that streaked the cheeks of the beautiful Frenchwoman.
"Well! - said General Brantford grinning as he approached - I see that you are now in a more comfortable position to discuss our business. See, my darling, for days I have had a serious problem to solve: I had a sect of young silly girls, from still virgin but for a little while: these poor stupid plots against the King in the name of a strange thing called "Liberty", of which they say they are daughters. I got the idea of what kind of mother this famous "Liberty" is , considering that the daughters are so many vicious little bitches, dedicated to licking each other's pussy and masturbating all day in the name of their supreme ideals. The fact is that, with few exceptions, they are all stupid girls, with a ordinary culture and bodies full of cravings, like bitchs in heat, but the ideas they talk about came to them through books, many of them in French, and those little geese can only say "oui" and "bonjour". Who would have provided them with those books and who knows French and English so well here in Williamsburg to translate and explain them to those stupid sluts? ". Claire was crying and keeping her eyes closed, sobbing desperately, defeated and humiliated for having been discovered at the end and also for the position in which she had been placed, which did not bode well.
jjjack
Magistrate
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"General, please! I implore you! Have mercy! Pitiéééééé !!! Ayez pitié de moiiiiii !!!! - He was desperately trying to tighten his thighs but it was impossible. The pussy and the ass were horribly exposed to the desires or the most sadistic punishments. The general grinned amused at the woman's vain attempts to hide her intimate areas wide open to her gaze. The turgid clitoris half hidden between the folds of the wide open kitty was too tempting. A few minutes had passed since Claire's vain attempt to reach orgasm and the meat bud had retreated a little and was no longer shamelessly sticking out from under the cloak of curly hair. The General wanted to tickle him and bring Claire back to that state of paroxysmal pleasure that he would not have granted her anyway. Forefinger went up the crack opened until he found it in his secret hiding place. Claire moaned with unwanted pleasure, defeated once more time.
"You still want it, don't you, little slut? Come on, confess it, you want to be fucked by a real man and not by a ghost once in a while. Feel how your trigger immediately raises its head and starts dancing! Just give it to him! the right music ... "and so saying he trembled his tongue like a poisonous snake and slowly lowered his mouth to the burning sexual lips.
"Yeeeeeeessssss !!!" Claire shouted defeat. No man, not even her husband, had ever loved her like this and was tremendously delightful.
"What about your dear Daughters of Liberty? Did they lick your pussy like that too?" the general asked treacherously, stopping suddenly and unleashing in his helpless victim a frantic motion of the pelvis in search of that delicious tongue.
"Ouiiiii !!!!! Ouiiiiiii !!!! Pietééééé! Je veux profiter! Je n'en peux pluuuuussss !!!!”
"Then you know how to pay what you ask, honey!" The general shouted grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head up to the height of his semi-erect penis which, despite his age, was already almost eight inches long. Claire's lips widened and she greedily licked the big meat club from the base to the tip. The general let her moan with frustration before resuming tickling her clitoris, which tore new moans and the frantic movement of the woman's pelvis to meet the caresses of her finger. Claire swallowed all of Brantford's cock on her own initiative, squeezing the rod streaked with veins between her warm lips. The tongue meandered like crazy on that rod of flesh.
"So, my dear Madame Beauchamp, this was my dilemma: a dozen stupid maidens who become fiery sluts and launch themselves into political speeches in a few days, books that are untranslatable to them and an expert pleasure woman with a vast culture and solid political backing at royal court, with a husband who broke into the bush and plot again against our King, but no concrete evidence. No evidence so far. You are the missing link in this long chain! " General, rising from his mouth and removing his hand from Claire's wet cunt again.
"Nooo! Don't stop! Not yet !!! Please! I want to enjoy! I want to enjooooooy !!! Je veux profiteeeer!”
"... a chain made of many small round links, such as rings ...And in this position I can indeed admire a small ring on your body. Let's see if your ring is the right size for the finger for which it is intended! ..."
And so saying he positioned himself between Claire's wide open thighs and she screamed humiliated and frustrated once again. The man's fingers widened his buttocks already wide open to the spasm for the ignoble position in which Claire was tied, and contemplated for a moment the small pink bud that peered desperately for the inevitable invasion. Then the cold and wet glans slowly separated the pleated edges of Claire's last orifice waiting to be humiliated. From his obscene position Claire saw him ready for the onslaught and slowly felt his ass slash.
"General, please! I implore you! Have mercy! Pitiéééééé !!! Ayez pitié de moiiiiii !!!! - He was desperately trying to tighten his thighs but it was impossible. The pussy and the ass were horribly exposed to the desires or the most sadistic punishments. The general grinned amused at the woman's vain attempts to hide her intimate areas wide open to her gaze. The turgid clitoris half hidden between the folds of the wide open kitty was too tempting. A few minutes had passed since Claire's vain attempt to reach orgasm and the meat bud had retreated a little and was no longer shamelessly sticking out from under the cloak of curly hair. The General wanted to tickle him and bring Claire back to that state of paroxysmal pleasure that he would not have granted her anyway. Forefinger went up the crack opened until he found it in his secret hiding place. Claire moaned with unwanted pleasure, defeated once more time.
"You still want it, don't you, little slut? Come on, confess it, you want to be fucked by a real man and not by a ghost once in a while. Feel how your trigger immediately raises its head and starts dancing! Just give it to him! the right music ... "and so saying he trembled his tongue like a poisonous snake and slowly lowered his mouth to the burning sexual lips.
"Yeeeeeeessssss !!!" Claire shouted defeat. No man, not even her husband, had ever loved her like this and was tremendously delightful.
"What about your dear Daughters of Liberty? Did they lick your pussy like that too?" the general asked treacherously, stopping suddenly and unleashing in his helpless victim a frantic motion of the pelvis in search of that delicious tongue.
"Ouiiiii !!!!! Ouiiiiiii !!!! Pietééééé! Je veux profiter! Je n'en peux pluuuuussss !!!!”
"Then you know how to pay what you ask, honey!" The general shouted grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head up to the height of his semi-erect penis which, despite his age, was already almost eight inches long. Claire's lips widened and she greedily licked the big meat club from the base to the tip. The general let her moan with frustration before resuming tickling her clitoris, which tore new moans and the frantic movement of the woman's pelvis to meet the caresses of her finger. Claire swallowed all of Brantford's cock on her own initiative, squeezing the rod streaked with veins between her warm lips. The tongue meandered like crazy on that rod of flesh.
"So, my dear Madame Beauchamp, this was my dilemma: a dozen stupid maidens who become fiery sluts and launch themselves into political speeches in a few days, books that are untranslatable to them and an expert pleasure woman with a vast culture and solid political backing at royal court, with a husband who broke into the bush and plot again against our King, but no concrete evidence. No evidence so far. You are the missing link in this long chain! " General, rising from his mouth and removing his hand from Claire's wet cunt again.
"Nooo! Don't stop! Not yet !!! Please! I want to enjoy! I want to enjooooooy !!! Je veux profiteeeer!”
"... a chain made of many small round links, such as rings ...And in this position I can indeed admire a small ring on your body. Let's see if your ring is the right size for the finger for which it is intended! ..."
And so saying he positioned himself between Claire's wide open thighs and she screamed humiliated and frustrated once again. The man's fingers widened his buttocks already wide open to the spasm for the ignoble position in which Claire was tied, and contemplated for a moment the small pink bud that peered desperately for the inevitable invasion. Then the cold and wet glans slowly separated the pleated edges of Claire's last orifice waiting to be humiliated. From his obscene position Claire saw him ready for the onslaught and slowly felt his ass slash.
jjjack
Magistrate
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"Cochooooonnn !!! Salaud de saaaaang !!!" She screamed with all her breath in her throat as the large wet rod penetrated her in one shot until she rubbed the man's pubic hair on the poor victim's buttocks.
"Yes, my dear, I am a pig and a damn bastard! And you are a sow and a filthy bitch. We are really made for each other. Here, bitch, take this! And this! And this!" her tormentor yelled at her as she stroked her tits and stimulated her nipples. He wanted her in ecstasy again in a few moments, but without giving her his most desired joy inside the wet channel of sex. The cock stormed Claire's ass like a blacksmith's hammer and she screamed with each blow, in a torture that became more and more brutal. And then ... then the rectum canal had a tremor. Brantford felt it and renewed his lunges, with the anus holding the rod at each entrance and expanding at each exit. And, as with the collapse of a tunnel inside a mine, the colon began to tighten and to open at a frantic pace on the marble cock, which erupted its hot lava into the depths of the body of Madame Claire Beauchamp, who screamed at the world the her first anal orgasm.
Silence fell suddenly in the room. The general roared satisfied once more and squeezed his last drop of cum into Claire's battered ass, giving her one last painful thrust with his cock, which was already beginning to deflate. Then one with a powerful jerk, who snatched a new groan from his helpless victim, pulled his cock from the raped anus of the young French lady who was weeping softly.
"Very well, Madame Beauchamp! As you will remember, I promised her that by tonight she would be adequately satisfied and, from what I saw and heard, I have been sincere. Never found a little ass as delicious as yours. You are just missing link from the chain that I was looking for, the little ass that was missing from my beautiful collection ... "
"Leave me! You filthy hog! Ignoble bandit! How could you do this to me? ..." Claire yelled between sobs as the general dressed and went to the door.
"Oh, you're not going to tell me that your little ass was a virgin, right? I had an interesting interview before your arrest with Captain Blackwood about your sexual experiences. His description of your behind really intrigued me. You must remember to thank him for this valuable information. But now there is still one last point to be clarified. And you will do it in front of all my staff. Blackwood! "
The captain entered immediately as Claire's raped body slowly recovered from recent experience. The sphincter wide open, empty and no longer contracted by pain let go of a long sonic fart, accompanied by the obscene noise of a puff of sperm that came out by force from the buttocks with a revolting "flop". The two men laughed in unison covering the desperate sobs of the humiliated woman.
"These filthy French sluts always want to have the last word!" Said the general perfidiously. Blackwood walked over to Claire and quickly untied her.
"From the cry that I heard and that was indisputably pleasure, I would say that you liked the experience with the general more than the one with me, you filthy slut. I could feel jealous for this. Get up, sow, and come with me!" and to force her to obey he threw her to the ground and grabbed her by the hair, kicking her in the ass. Claire walked on all fours, dragged by the brute, to whom she launched every kind of insult in her native language. The captive woman was forced to enter the next room without being able to see anything other than the floor. Blackwood stopped when the row of seven pairs of boots and the white trousers of the staff officers of the general appeared in the field of vision of the woman in tears. Strong hands grabbed her by the arms and legs and lifted her over a new torture device that they had specially brought for her into the room. It was a sort of pillory formed by a block to keep the head still at the level of the neck and by a bench on which it was stretched out on its back and which just reached the tailbone, leaving the buttocks out. The bench was raised off the ground, so that the feet could not have touched the floor if they had not been placed on two blocks of solid oak. The arms were finally brought behind her head and tied by crossing her wrists. The position was extremely uncomfortable but became unsustainable when the two blocks on which the feet rested were spaced, forcing the victim to prop his feet up and arch his back which now rested only on his shoulders. When the toes could no longer bear the weight, Claire was forced to put the base of her back on the bench and to force her arms so as not to be strangled by the block that immobilized her neck and that only let her see the ceiling and little else. But she couldn't stay that way for long, because the coccyx sent painful pangs all over her body. So Claire was forced to put strength on her toes again, opening her knees wide and giving everyone the unveiled view of her exposed femininity.
The officers paraded beside her admiring her naked body and in that humiliating position, with legs wide open and arched and the curly hair of the cunt streaked by the sperm that, walking on all fours, had escaped from the woman's buttocks. The staff arched around the pillory.
"Cochooooonnn !!! Salaud de saaaaang !!!" She screamed with all her breath in her throat as the large wet rod penetrated her in one shot until she rubbed the man's pubic hair on the poor victim's buttocks.
"Yes, my dear, I am a pig and a damn bastard! And you are a sow and a filthy bitch. We are really made for each other. Here, bitch, take this! And this! And this!" her tormentor yelled at her as she stroked her tits and stimulated her nipples. He wanted her in ecstasy again in a few moments, but without giving her his most desired joy inside the wet channel of sex. The cock stormed Claire's ass like a blacksmith's hammer and she screamed with each blow, in a torture that became more and more brutal. And then ... then the rectum canal had a tremor. Brantford felt it and renewed his lunges, with the anus holding the rod at each entrance and expanding at each exit. And, as with the collapse of a tunnel inside a mine, the colon began to tighten and to open at a frantic pace on the marble cock, which erupted its hot lava into the depths of the body of Madame Claire Beauchamp, who screamed at the world the her first anal orgasm.
Silence fell suddenly in the room. The general roared satisfied once more and squeezed his last drop of cum into Claire's battered ass, giving her one last painful thrust with his cock, which was already beginning to deflate. Then one with a powerful jerk, who snatched a new groan from his helpless victim, pulled his cock from the raped anus of the young French lady who was weeping softly.
"Very well, Madame Beauchamp! As you will remember, I promised her that by tonight she would be adequately satisfied and, from what I saw and heard, I have been sincere. Never found a little ass as delicious as yours. You are just missing link from the chain that I was looking for, the little ass that was missing from my beautiful collection ... "
"Leave me! You filthy hog! Ignoble bandit! How could you do this to me? ..." Claire yelled between sobs as the general dressed and went to the door.
"Oh, you're not going to tell me that your little ass was a virgin, right? I had an interesting interview before your arrest with Captain Blackwood about your sexual experiences. His description of your behind really intrigued me. You must remember to thank him for this valuable information. But now there is still one last point to be clarified. And you will do it in front of all my staff. Blackwood! "
The captain entered immediately as Claire's raped body slowly recovered from recent experience. The sphincter wide open, empty and no longer contracted by pain let go of a long sonic fart, accompanied by the obscene noise of a puff of sperm that came out by force from the buttocks with a revolting "flop". The two men laughed in unison covering the desperate sobs of the humiliated woman.
"These filthy French sluts always want to have the last word!" Said the general perfidiously. Blackwood walked over to Claire and quickly untied her.
"From the cry that I heard and that was indisputably pleasure, I would say that you liked the experience with the general more than the one with me, you filthy slut. I could feel jealous for this. Get up, sow, and come with me!" and to force her to obey he threw her to the ground and grabbed her by the hair, kicking her in the ass. Claire walked on all fours, dragged by the brute, to whom she launched every kind of insult in her native language. The captive woman was forced to enter the next room without being able to see anything other than the floor. Blackwood stopped when the row of seven pairs of boots and the white trousers of the staff officers of the general appeared in the field of vision of the woman in tears. Strong hands grabbed her by the arms and legs and lifted her over a new torture device that they had specially brought for her into the room. It was a sort of pillory formed by a block to keep the head still at the level of the neck and by a bench on which it was stretched out on its back and which just reached the tailbone, leaving the buttocks out. The bench was raised off the ground, so that the feet could not have touched the floor if they had not been placed on two blocks of solid oak. The arms were finally brought behind her head and tied by crossing her wrists. The position was extremely uncomfortable but became unsustainable when the two blocks on which the feet rested were spaced, forcing the victim to prop his feet up and arch his back which now rested only on his shoulders. When the toes could no longer bear the weight, Claire was forced to put the base of her back on the bench and to force her arms so as not to be strangled by the block that immobilized her neck and that only let her see the ceiling and little else. But she couldn't stay that way for long, because the coccyx sent painful pangs all over her body. So Claire was forced to put strength on her toes again, opening her knees wide and giving everyone the unveiled view of her exposed femininity.
The officers paraded beside her admiring her naked body and in that humiliating position, with legs wide open and arched and the curly hair of the cunt streaked by the sperm that, walking on all fours, had escaped from the woman's buttocks. The staff arched around the pillory.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
"Well, gentlemen. I would say that we have come to a good point with our investigation into the Daughters of Liberty. Oh, how careless! Let me introduce you to Madame Claire Beauchamp. I guess you met her before at the governor's receptions but she was definitely not in this position ... "The officers laughed heartily at the joke of their superior. "Madame Beauchamp was kind enough to clarify that she was the one who spread those libertine French books, especially those of that infernal Marquis De Sade. I guess this is one of Madame's favorite readings… She was also an excellent teacher for those inexperienced daughters. It is a pity that she limited herself to intimate caresses and the use of her mouth, in which French women like her are obviously experts. Our men are now completing their learning ... There is still a point to be clarified on our pretty ... - and here the general approached the tip of his riding whip on the apex of Claire's vulva and began to torment the clitoris, making him lift from the his hiding place - ... and generous guest ... "
"Cochon! Brute! Fils de puuuuute !!! “The woman screamed indignantly, moving her pelvis to escape the ignoble caress and unfortunately doing for her the movements that simulated a fiery sexual intercourse.
“How much acidity in this woman! We will try to remedy it with a good English education. The reason why I called you here is that a letter found on a suspect arrested today highlights some sides of Madame's character that we didn't know yet. - so saying, the general took a letter from his pocket and placed it over the woman's face. - Do you recognize her? "
Claire was startled to review the letter she had written to her husband after their last meeting a few days earlier. He was thus sure that Jamie had actually been captured.
“Read aloud, my dear. It's an interesting letter. " Claire gave a long moan of shame, knowing full well what she had written in that letter in a moment of solitude and great excitement caused by the nostalgia of the lips of her love.
"You can not! You can't do this to me! "She cried crying, knowing that her degradation would have been total if those words had reached the ears of all the colony's high society.
"Read I told you! - the general shouted transforming the perverse rubbing of his whip in the crack of the wide open sex in a sonorous and painful blow that hit the clitoris in full.
"Well, gentlemen. I would say that we have come to a good point with our investigation into the Daughters of Liberty. Oh, how careless! Let me introduce you to Madame Claire Beauchamp. I guess you met her before at the governor's receptions but she was definitely not in this position ... "The officers laughed heartily at the joke of their superior. "Madame Beauchamp was kind enough to clarify that she was the one who spread those libertine French books, especially those of that infernal Marquis De Sade. I guess this is one of Madame's favorite readings… She was also an excellent teacher for those inexperienced daughters. It is a pity that she limited herself to intimate caresses and the use of her mouth, in which French women like her are obviously experts. Our men are now completing their learning ... There is still a point to be clarified on our pretty ... - and here the general approached the tip of his riding whip on the apex of Claire's vulva and began to torment the clitoris, making him lift from the his hiding place - ... and generous guest ... "
"Cochon! Brute! Fils de puuuuute !!! “The woman screamed indignantly, moving her pelvis to escape the ignoble caress and unfortunately doing for her the movements that simulated a fiery sexual intercourse.
“How much acidity in this woman! We will try to remedy it with a good English education. The reason why I called you here is that a letter found on a suspect arrested today highlights some sides of Madame's character that we didn't know yet. - so saying, the general took a letter from his pocket and placed it over the woman's face. - Do you recognize her? "
Claire was startled to review the letter she had written to her husband after their last meeting a few days earlier. He was thus sure that Jamie had actually been captured.
“Read aloud, my dear. It's an interesting letter. " Claire gave a long moan of shame, knowing full well what she had written in that letter in a moment of solitude and great excitement caused by the nostalgia of the lips of her love.
"You can not! You can't do this to me! "She cried crying, knowing that her degradation would have been total if those words had reached the ears of all the colony's high society.
"Read I told you! - the general shouted transforming the perverse rubbing of his whip in the crack of the wide open sex in a sonorous and painful blow that hit the clitoris in full.
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Magistrate
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Claire screamed like a madwoman and started waving frantically up and down on the bench, with her thighs wide open. The sudden pain on that sensitive spot sent an adrenaline rush into her blood and for an instant she lost control of her bladder. The spectacle of the woman, so elegant on social occasions, now lying naked with legs wide like a street woman, who gushed her pee without restraint from the wide open pussy, was a show that the officers would certainly have told the next reception and the whole county he would have known.
"I told you to read or I will tear you to the sound of whipping that knot of meat between your thighs!" The general insisted, putting the sheet again in Claire's eyes.
"... My beloved husband ... - Claire began to read between sobs - ... you have just left and I already miss your kisses and your caresses and my warm cranny asks only to be full of you. It doesn't seem possible to me to be able to resist until Christmas without being able to make love again! You know I will always be faithful to you, even if it is a pain for me to have to replace your massive and long rod with my little fingers ... that ... fuck... my pussy and my ass ... "and here Claire stopped, sobbing, humiliated by making publish those private words.
“It's not over, my dear. Go ahead, go ahead, now comes the part that will interest my officers... "
"Nooooo, I beeeeeg Youuu !!!!! Pitiéééééé! "
"Read, and tell my officers what your true lovers preferences are!"
"General, I beg you! I don't know why I wrote those things, it was just a saying. I was alone ..., I missed him ... I am a faithful woman, I just wanted to assure him that I would never betray him with another man for anything in the world ... "
"A strange way of expressing myself, I must say, but perhaps it is a French expression freely translated into English. Besides, how can you judge the tastes of a people who consider frogs and snails a delicacy? ... Read !!! "
“… Only the mouth of the beautiful girls of our brotherhood - Claire began to read again sobbing - gives me a little comfort during your absence. I am devoted and faithful and together we have fun in my bed. Barbara stretches out beneath me and licks me gently inside the crack until my turgid bud, while I kneel above her, I do the same with ardor in Clarence's cunt, who sits with her legs wide on the headboard of the bed. Abigail has become delightfully skilled at licking my anus and her tongue penetrates my ass without any more modesty. Deborah and Mary, kneeling at my sides, caress my breasts and titillate my nipples, while I reciprocate with my fingers, which delicately explore their virgin cunts and the hole of their asses. And so all six of us enjoy each other together, while the other girls kiss and caress each other. Oh, it would be wonderful if you were here too to see! ... But on a night like this, in which I am alone in our cold bed ... "Claire cried desperately, because that step ... that step just could not read it in front of all the English officers of the garrison, who he knew one by one.
"Read it, you filthy bitch!" The general shouted, whipping her sonorously on the breasts. Won in the face of that new abuse, Claire resumed sobbing. "... in which I am alone in our cold bed ... I would prefer ... to fuck a dog ... rather than an English ...". The officers present were dumbfounded, not believing their ears.
"That's what this filthy French spy is like, who is also a subject of our King. Here's how he considers the gentlemen of the nation that hosted and welcomed her with honor at court. I think it is clear to you now that she is better off being away from! "
"Cochoooon! Espèce de con! Fils de puuuuute !!! Va te faire fouuuuuuutre! ”Claire burst out in a deluge of vulgar insults directed at General Brantford, who looked at her amused by her impotent fury.
“This small French barrel is full of vinegar instead of good wine. So much acidity deserves to be corrected and I know two foolproof methods: the first is this - and so saying he positioned himself between Claire's wide open thighs holding the stirrup that he held in his right hand and holding him up so that the woman could see him. Claire groaned but could not escape the blow and resumed her desperate and lewd pelvic movements, which seemed instead to invite the general to aim well on the wide open crack. "The other method is sweetness. - and he showed in his left a strange big carafe of very fine ceramic. - Maple syrup, my dear! I am a great admirer of it and it has unexpected healing properties. So which method do you prefer? "
Claire found herself screaming desperately "The syrup! The syrup!!! I beeeeg youuuuu, siiiiirrrr !!!!
"Very well. Said the general, tilting the jug over the thick bush of his pubis and slowly letting the golden fluid fall on the sex obscenely offered by the woman. Claire jumped at the cold contact with the thick liquid and sobbed at the new humiliation that awaited her in front of the seven English officers who looked at her excited and amused. "How distracted, I must have exaggerated a little, but I'm crazy about maple syrup. And I'm certainly not the only one, aren't I gentlemen? ". Claire surrendered to the humiliating new purpose that awaited her, crying and pleading in her native language. But what happened immediately afterwards made her desperate scream as a slimy tongue began to lick it between her thighs. And it wasn't that of the general. With frantic pelvic movements she tried to escape that mysterious contact but a snarling sound that had nothing human paralyzed her from terror, while the wide tongue resumed her exploration among the depilated folds of the vulva and came to lap the hair of the pubis. The general with perfidious pleasure, made more syrup drop on the wide open vulva, and the warm and wide tongue greedily licked every drop, awakening the woman's dormant senses and her sensitive flesh lump. When the hot muscle found the turgid button, a long moan of pleasure was heard from Claire's mouth and the woman, like mad, now directed the perineum with determined obstinacy towards the hot tongue of the unknown lover and moaned like a possessed woman.
Claire screamed like a madwoman and started waving frantically up and down on the bench, with her thighs wide open. The sudden pain on that sensitive spot sent an adrenaline rush into her blood and for an instant she lost control of her bladder. The spectacle of the woman, so elegant on social occasions, now lying naked with legs wide like a street woman, who gushed her pee without restraint from the wide open pussy, was a show that the officers would certainly have told the next reception and the whole county he would have known.
"I told you to read or I will tear you to the sound of whipping that knot of meat between your thighs!" The general insisted, putting the sheet again in Claire's eyes.
"... My beloved husband ... - Claire began to read between sobs - ... you have just left and I already miss your kisses and your caresses and my warm cranny asks only to be full of you. It doesn't seem possible to me to be able to resist until Christmas without being able to make love again! You know I will always be faithful to you, even if it is a pain for me to have to replace your massive and long rod with my little fingers ... that ... fuck... my pussy and my ass ... "and here Claire stopped, sobbing, humiliated by making publish those private words.
“It's not over, my dear. Go ahead, go ahead, now comes the part that will interest my officers... "
"Nooooo, I beeeeeg Youuu !!!!! Pitiéééééé! "
"Read, and tell my officers what your true lovers preferences are!"
"General, I beg you! I don't know why I wrote those things, it was just a saying. I was alone ..., I missed him ... I am a faithful woman, I just wanted to assure him that I would never betray him with another man for anything in the world ... "
"A strange way of expressing myself, I must say, but perhaps it is a French expression freely translated into English. Besides, how can you judge the tastes of a people who consider frogs and snails a delicacy? ... Read !!! "
“… Only the mouth of the beautiful girls of our brotherhood - Claire began to read again sobbing - gives me a little comfort during your absence. I am devoted and faithful and together we have fun in my bed. Barbara stretches out beneath me and licks me gently inside the crack until my turgid bud, while I kneel above her, I do the same with ardor in Clarence's cunt, who sits with her legs wide on the headboard of the bed. Abigail has become delightfully skilled at licking my anus and her tongue penetrates my ass without any more modesty. Deborah and Mary, kneeling at my sides, caress my breasts and titillate my nipples, while I reciprocate with my fingers, which delicately explore their virgin cunts and the hole of their asses. And so all six of us enjoy each other together, while the other girls kiss and caress each other. Oh, it would be wonderful if you were here too to see! ... But on a night like this, in which I am alone in our cold bed ... "Claire cried desperately, because that step ... that step just could not read it in front of all the English officers of the garrison, who he knew one by one.
"Read it, you filthy bitch!" The general shouted, whipping her sonorously on the breasts. Won in the face of that new abuse, Claire resumed sobbing. "... in which I am alone in our cold bed ... I would prefer ... to fuck a dog ... rather than an English ...". The officers present were dumbfounded, not believing their ears.
"That's what this filthy French spy is like, who is also a subject of our King. Here's how he considers the gentlemen of the nation that hosted and welcomed her with honor at court. I think it is clear to you now that she is better off being away from! "
"Cochoooon! Espèce de con! Fils de puuuuute !!! Va te faire fouuuuuuutre! ”Claire burst out in a deluge of vulgar insults directed at General Brantford, who looked at her amused by her impotent fury.
“This small French barrel is full of vinegar instead of good wine. So much acidity deserves to be corrected and I know two foolproof methods: the first is this - and so saying he positioned himself between Claire's wide open thighs holding the stirrup that he held in his right hand and holding him up so that the woman could see him. Claire groaned but could not escape the blow and resumed her desperate and lewd pelvic movements, which seemed instead to invite the general to aim well on the wide open crack. "The other method is sweetness. - and he showed in his left a strange big carafe of very fine ceramic. - Maple syrup, my dear! I am a great admirer of it and it has unexpected healing properties. So which method do you prefer? "
Claire found herself screaming desperately "The syrup! The syrup!!! I beeeeg youuuuu, siiiiirrrr !!!!
"Very well. Said the general, tilting the jug over the thick bush of his pubis and slowly letting the golden fluid fall on the sex obscenely offered by the woman. Claire jumped at the cold contact with the thick liquid and sobbed at the new humiliation that awaited her in front of the seven English officers who looked at her excited and amused. "How distracted, I must have exaggerated a little, but I'm crazy about maple syrup. And I'm certainly not the only one, aren't I gentlemen? ". Claire surrendered to the humiliating new purpose that awaited her, crying and pleading in her native language. But what happened immediately afterwards made her desperate scream as a slimy tongue began to lick it between her thighs. And it wasn't that of the general. With frantic pelvic movements she tried to escape that mysterious contact but a snarling sound that had nothing human paralyzed her from terror, while the wide tongue resumed her exploration among the depilated folds of the vulva and came to lap the hair of the pubis. The general with perfidious pleasure, made more syrup drop on the wide open vulva, and the warm and wide tongue greedily licked every drop, awakening the woman's dormant senses and her sensitive flesh lump. When the hot muscle found the turgid button, a long moan of pleasure was heard from Claire's mouth and the woman, like mad, now directed the perineum with determined obstinacy towards the hot tongue of the unknown lover and moaned like a possessed woman.
jjjack
Magistrate
- continuation -
"Ouiiiiii! Ouiiiii !!! Yesss !!! Encoooore! Encore pluuuus !!!! Toujours ausiiii !!! "
With a treacherous smile, General Brantford lifted the jug again and hit the navel of the tortured woman with a golden rivulet and filled it with thick molasses and then even higher, even higher, up to the breasts that jumped rhythmically and finished the last drops on the nipples. The hot tongue, no longer finding its delicious prize, went to look elsewhere, throwing the young woman now close to her longed-for pleasure for the umpteenth time.
"Encooooreee !!! Encore pluuuuuss !!! S'il te plaaaaait! "She continued to scream, quivering like a bitch in heat.
But a scream of terror mixed with shame broke out of her mouth, when her lover rose, stirred by Brantford, and placed his upper limbs on the table that supported Claire's shoulders.
“Madame Beauchamp, I am pleased to introduce you to Devil, a personal gift from a Majesty. I advise you not to disturb him while he does his job or instead of tasting his tongue you will taste his teeth! "
An enormous great Danish with black and white spots dominated poor Claire paralyzed with terror. The animal's tongue had found the syrup that covered the nipples and started to lap it greedily. Even Claire, after the first moment of bewilderment, fell back into the devastating sexual excitement that had consumed her for hours. Her body began to sway up and down on her toes, bringing her breasts into contact with the hungry tongue and the tender excited slit with something thick and slimy that clashed with each pelvic movement against her turgid bud. It was as if another clitoris was in close contact with his. The Dane greedily licked his hot nipples and moved rhythmically between his open thighs to tickle his red flesh nail against the open crack and the sensitive button that demanded attention. There was no penetration, but Claire didn't care anymore. She would have done anything, anything, even the most scandalous and humiliating, just to get that desperate pleasure that had always been denied her that day. Her cunt now no longer obeyed any brake and rubbed on the dog's cock as if it were the finger of a wonderful lover, who masturbated her vigorously.
"Oui!Oui!Oui!Oui! Encoooore!! Encooooooreeee! Je t'en supplie!!! Ouiiiiiii!!!"
And just when the attentions of the Danish tongue began to abandon the nipples and the sensitive edge of the breasts, now turgid to the point of hurting them, a cry of desperate abandonment tore the air in the room followed by an animal moan and from the pussy it sprang out a violent slimy trickle, while Claire stood motionless arched on her shoulders and tiptoes, with her upper lip tightened between her teeth. And the dog, more pitiful than men, still gave some violent pelvic movement against the gem completely erected out of the wet crack, giving it a new violent burst of ecstasy all over the body.
"Ouiiiiii!!!! Ouiiiii!!! Uhhhuuuuummmm!!!! Merveilleux!!! ”Claire screamed as she collapsed on the bench, now devoid of any strength, amid the laughter of Brantford and his officers, who had enjoyed the spectacle of her humiliation.
The block of wood that prevented her from seeing was removed and a large mirror placed sadistically in front of her returned her image reflected in her obscene pose, with her thighs wide open and the fiery bud of her clitoris that stood like a small penis between her lips wet with animal sperm and female juices.
"Your every wish is an order for me, Madame!" General Brantford said laughing. "You had your dog! Like every bitch in heat is respected. Blackwood, give it to you, do what you want. It's all yours! "
"Ouiiiiii! Ouiiiii !!! Yesss !!! Encoooore! Encore pluuuus !!!! Toujours ausiiii !!! "
With a treacherous smile, General Brantford lifted the jug again and hit the navel of the tortured woman with a golden rivulet and filled it with thick molasses and then even higher, even higher, up to the breasts that jumped rhythmically and finished the last drops on the nipples. The hot tongue, no longer finding its delicious prize, went to look elsewhere, throwing the young woman now close to her longed-for pleasure for the umpteenth time.
"Encooooreee !!! Encore pluuuuuss !!! S'il te plaaaaait! "She continued to scream, quivering like a bitch in heat.
But a scream of terror mixed with shame broke out of her mouth, when her lover rose, stirred by Brantford, and placed his upper limbs on the table that supported Claire's shoulders.
“Madame Beauchamp, I am pleased to introduce you to Devil, a personal gift from a Majesty. I advise you not to disturb him while he does his job or instead of tasting his tongue you will taste his teeth! "
An enormous great Danish with black and white spots dominated poor Claire paralyzed with terror. The animal's tongue had found the syrup that covered the nipples and started to lap it greedily. Even Claire, after the first moment of bewilderment, fell back into the devastating sexual excitement that had consumed her for hours. Her body began to sway up and down on her toes, bringing her breasts into contact with the hungry tongue and the tender excited slit with something thick and slimy that clashed with each pelvic movement against her turgid bud. It was as if another clitoris was in close contact with his. The Dane greedily licked his hot nipples and moved rhythmically between his open thighs to tickle his red flesh nail against the open crack and the sensitive button that demanded attention. There was no penetration, but Claire didn't care anymore. She would have done anything, anything, even the most scandalous and humiliating, just to get that desperate pleasure that had always been denied her that day. Her cunt now no longer obeyed any brake and rubbed on the dog's cock as if it were the finger of a wonderful lover, who masturbated her vigorously.
"Oui!Oui!Oui!Oui! Encoooore!! Encooooooreeee! Je t'en supplie!!! Ouiiiiiii!!!"
And just when the attentions of the Danish tongue began to abandon the nipples and the sensitive edge of the breasts, now turgid to the point of hurting them, a cry of desperate abandonment tore the air in the room followed by an animal moan and from the pussy it sprang out a violent slimy trickle, while Claire stood motionless arched on her shoulders and tiptoes, with her upper lip tightened between her teeth. And the dog, more pitiful than men, still gave some violent pelvic movement against the gem completely erected out of the wet crack, giving it a new violent burst of ecstasy all over the body.
"Ouiiiiii!!!! Ouiiiii!!! Uhhhuuuuummmm!!!! Merveilleux!!! ”Claire screamed as she collapsed on the bench, now devoid of any strength, amid the laughter of Brantford and his officers, who had enjoyed the spectacle of her humiliation.
The block of wood that prevented her from seeing was removed and a large mirror placed sadistically in front of her returned her image reflected in her obscene pose, with her thighs wide open and the fiery bud of her clitoris that stood like a small penis between her lips wet with animal sperm and female juices.
"Your every wish is an order for me, Madame!" General Brantford said laughing. "You had your dog! Like every bitch in heat is respected. Blackwood, give it to you, do what you want. It's all yours! "