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The Marquis de Launay quivered with desire at the thought that the beautiful Claire Beauchamp had spent all her day stuck in the pillory of Place Louis XV completely naked as when she was born and with her legs wide open, showing her delicious femininity exposed to the gaze of all. The position that the Marquis held as head of the royal prison did not allow him to be absent from the fortress except by order of the king and this made him froth with rage, because he had only been able to work with imagination all day and had listened with keen interest the stories of the guards who had taken turns during the day to check the prisoner. He had learned from them that, after receiving her fifty rods on her bare buttocks, the condemned woman had been seen enjoying like a cheap whore under the hands of the executioner, who had caressed her ass and her private parts, and he for a long time had masturbated her under everyone's gaze, penetrating her both in her pussy and in her ass with his filthy fingers, until she screamed with pleasure. Then, Madame Beauchamp gave herself to the audience present in the square, bending her back and spreading her thighs at all corners of the pillory platform and showing everyone present her pussy and asshole, like the most ignoble of the whores of the port of Le Havre. And he had missed the show.
Finally from dusk to dawn, what had once been one of the most admired ladies at Versailles had been fucked in all her orifices by hundreds of thugs and she had certainly enjoyed it, by that whore that she was her. He had allowed himself a secret nocturnal exit through a small door known only to him and of which he was the only one who possessed the key, and had run into the dark semi-deserted square to see his most ill-famed fantasies realized. He hadn't had the courage to get too close and had been hiding in a dark corner while five men simultaneously enjoyed Madame Beauchamp's delicious naked body, one using her mouth, two her hands, one, lying beneath her, fucking her pussy and the last man one, a black with a herculean body, enjoy her asshole. De Launay had seen him lower his trousers and a groan of fear and envy had seized him as he saw the black column rising straight and solid as rock from that ebony body. He imagined the effect of that impressive club in the narrowest and most secret hole of the beautiful English lady and he had enjoyed the loud scream of pain and the long moan that followed when she was raped in the last still untouched hole. De Launay had then heard the woman's moans become lighter and more rhythmic to the rhythm of the vigorous thrusts that the negro gave her until the man exploded in a bestial roar, coming out of the white ass while still squirting his semen on the back of the poor woman condemned. The woman had sobbed in a confused way while her throat was occupied by another big cock: de Launay thought he recognized in that lament a kind of frustration for a perceived but not fully enjoyed enjoyment. The slut had been close to enjoying a cock in her ass and he would soon take care of making her feel this exhilaration, whether she wanted to or not. In the darkness of his hidden corner, the governor of the Bastille had furiously masturbated, imagining himself to be one of the five vile characters who were abusing the body of the beautiful lady trapped in the public pillory. But now The subtle pleasure of his revenge made him feel hard as a bull. He was descending into the dungeon where Madame Beauchamp had been locked up after arriving almost examining from the night spent in the square. The woman could not stand and she had to be dragged by two guards by her arms and shoulders. Her face and her whole body were an obscene mask of dried semen, piss and horse droppings, which had been thrown on her all day. Claire was unconscious as she was dropped from the condemned cart and she was dragged into her cell. De Launay had felt disgust at her only seeing how the beautiful Scottish lady had been reduced: half of Paris had been satisfied by enjoying her splendid body; but now she was completely in his hands and he would shape her to his liking as the most devoted and obedient of the sex slaves in his dreary prison: not the usual slum prostitute but a lady who had lived at court, full of charm and of culture. As he descended the stairs that led him to the dungeons, he already anticipated the pleasure of taming this rebellious prey.
Claire had regained consciousness after many hours, finding herself locked in a kind of cold, damp and dark hellish cave. The only light that came to her came from a grate on the ceiling of the cell that gave onto a passageway between the cells on the upper floor of the north tower. Her rest had been tormented by the memory and visions of a thousand eyes that spied on her naked, by a thousand voices asking her to show herself in lewd and obscene poses, a thousand hands that groped her in every part, especially between her thighs and on her breasts. Every muscle in her ached terribly and her body smelled like that of an animal. It was the curious snout of a rat that woke her up, sniffing her bare breasts and leaving in disgust. The sight of her cell and her naked, filthy body brought her sadly back to reality. She wrapped her arms around her body trying to get as warm as she could, finding neither a blanket nor a sheet or even a rag with which to cover herself. In that moment of abandonment and despair, Jamie's voice and the caress he had given her after she swallowed his semen came back to her mind and she remembered his promise that he would soon come to free her. She clung to that faint hope like a castaway to a beam in a storm. Jamie, where was she? when would he be back? when this whole nightmare was finally over? Perhaps the thought of her man, perhaps her hands around her body, or her frustration for so many abuses that night made her need a caress that warmed her not only physically but above all humanly. Her hands left her shoulders to go down her hips and lower back, she slowly turned on her back and she caressed her breasts battered by so many brutal hands, making her nipples rise and swell. The prisoner was lost in that subtle secret delight as she felt her breasts become firm and warm, sensitive to the sensual touch of her hands. Her knees lifted and opened, revealing the door to her most secret delight. Her crotch of sex ached terribly but a slight tingling ran through her. A warm fluid began to flow inside her and she felt its source right inside her sex, which now opened at the touch of her fingers. She was dying to give herself to Jamie, even now, even in this hellish dungeon. She whispered to her love, while his fingers slowly probed her wet and slimy vagina, which returned to her delicate touch all the pleasure she had not experienced in a night of brutal abuse. When the tip of her thumb rubbed the sensitive pearl of her clitoris, her buttocks lifted off the ground and her pelvis began to move to meet the fingers that kept moving in and out of the gaping, thirsty vagina, that the female fluids that filled her could not quench her thirst but if anything torment even more. In her semi-dark cell, only the slight movement of the hand that came and went could be perceived, the sinuous movement of the pelvis that accompanied that frantic secret penetration and the slimy noise of the humors that flowed in the sexual channel closed between the wide open thighs.
"Ero sicuro che fossi una puttana insaziabile, Lady Frazer. Capisco perché tuo marito ha fatto di tutto per uscire da queste mura!" La sua voce maschile, ironica e perversa, la colse proprio quando stava per raggiungere l'apice del piacere e fu un gemito di vergogna e non di estasi quello che uscì dalle sue labbra.
Al risveglio dal meraviglioso sogno che stava facendo trovò non il sorriso amorevole di Jamie ma quello perverso e sinistro di de Launay, che si godeva la vista della sua masturbazione dallo spioncino della porta della cella. La chiave girò velocemente nella serratura, il chiavistello venne tolto e l'uomo entrò nella cella impugnando una lunga frusta. Claire immediatamente chiuse le cosce tenendo una mano sul sesso mentre con l'altra copriva come poteva i suoi grandi seni gonfi.
"Vai via! Vai via! Lasciami in pace, per favore!" implorò la donna mentre lui scioglieva la frusta e la schioccava in aria minacciosamente.
"Ho interrotto qualcosa, tesoro? Ti stavi dando piacere, eh? Questo è un pessimo comportamento, che nella mia prigione non è tollerato. Meriti una punizione adeguata per questo. Ma visto che il peccato è già stato commesso, potremmo anche andiamo avanti fino in fondo. Dai, fammi vedere come ti consoli quando non c'è qualche cazzo pronto a scopare! "
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"Nooooo, abbi pietà! Non farmi questo, non umiliarmi così!!!!"
Il carceriere agitò la frusta e colpì con la punta di cuoio il bordo del seno sinistro della povera donna, dove la sua mano non poteva coprirla. Claire urlò di dolore e passando la mano sulla ferita scoprì l'altro seno che venne subito colpito da un lungo graffio della frusta.
“Ti avevo ordinato di continuare a fare quello che stavi facendo! Lurida puttanella, da quando sei entrata nella mia fortezza sei mia, soltanto mia! Insegnerò anche a te, come a tutte le altre donne che ti hanno preceduto, duchesse o ancelle che fossero, qual è il posto della donna in questa prigione. Devi imparare l'obbedienza e il rispetto per gli uomini, devi essere disponibile e pronta a soddisfare ogni mio desiderio, altrimenti ti strappo la pelle! "
Spaventata dalle sue urla e dal modo in cui sapeva usare la frusta, Claire si convinse a non resistere e sollevò nuovamente le ginocchia e le allargò, mostrando al mostro che la guardava tutta la sua femminilità senza veli. Ha poi portato la mano sinistra tra le cosce mentre con la destra lui ha ripreso a massaggiarle i seni, ormai segnati da un paio di colpi di frusta. Odiava ciò che era costretta a fare con lui ma il suo corpo la tradiva quasi immediatamente al primo tocco delle sue dita sul clitoride. Era già eccitata e il suo clitoride era ancora gonfio e sensibile.
"Bene, puttana! muovi quelle bellissime mani sul tuo corpo e dentro la tua figa! Voglio che tu sia pronta e bagnata per quando ti scoperò! Più veloce quelle dita nella tua fessura, ancora più veloce! Ti piace masturbarti davanti a un uomo, vero, troia?"
Al risveglio dal meraviglioso sogno che stava facendo trovò non il sorriso amorevole di Jamie ma quello perverso e sinistro di de Launay, che si godeva la vista della sua masturbazione dallo spioncino della porta della cella. La chiave girò velocemente nella serratura, il chiavistello venne tolto e l'uomo entrò nella cella impugnando una lunga frusta. Claire immediatamente chiuse le cosce tenendo una mano sul sesso mentre con l'altra copriva come poteva i suoi grandi seni gonfi.
"Vai via! Vai via! Lasciami in pace, per favore!" implorò la donna mentre lui scioglieva la frusta e la schioccava in aria minacciosamente.
"Ho interrotto qualcosa, tesoro? Ti stavi dando piacere, eh? Questo è un pessimo comportamento, che nella mia prigione non è tollerato. Meriti una punizione adeguata per questo. Ma visto che il peccato è già stato commesso, potremmo anche andiamo avanti fino in fondo. Dai, fammi vedere come ti consoli quando non c'è qualche cazzo pronto a scopare! "
"Nooooo, abbi pietà! Non farmi questo, non umiliarmi così!!!!"
Il carceriere agitò la frusta e colpì con la punta di cuoio il bordo del seno sinistro della povera donna, dove la sua mano non poteva coprirla. Claire urlò di dolore e passando la mano sulla ferita scoprì l'altro seno che venne subito colpito da un lungo graffio della frusta.
“Ti avevo ordinato di continuare a fare quello che stavi facendo! Lurida puttanella, da quando sei entrata nella mia fortezza sei mia, soltanto mia! Insegnerò anche a te, come a tutte le altre donne che ti hanno preceduto, duchesse o ancelle che fossero, qual è il posto della donna in questa prigione. Devi imparare l'obbedienza e il rispetto per gli uomini, devi essere disponibile e pronta a soddisfare ogni mio desiderio, altrimenti ti strappo la pelle! "
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Spaventata dalle sue urla e dal modo in cui sapeva usare la frusta, Claire si convinse a non resistere e sollevò nuovamente le ginocchia e le allargò, mostrando al mostro che la guardava tutta la sua femminilità senza veli. Ha poi portato la mano sinistra tra le cosce mentre con la destra lui ha ripreso a massaggiarle i seni, ormai segnati da un paio di colpi di frusta. Odiava ciò che era costretta a fare con lui ma il suo corpo la tradiva quasi immediatamente al primo tocco delle sue dita sul clitoride. Era già eccitata e il suo clitoride era ancora gonfio e sensibile.
"Bene, puttana! muovi quelle bellissime mani sul tuo corpo e dentro la tua figa! Voglio che tu sia pronta e bagnata per quando ti scoperò! Più veloce quelle dita nella tua fessura, ancora più veloce! Ti piace masturbarti davanti a un uomo, vero, troia?"
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