INTERACTIVE Outlander story Claire Fraser at the mercy of the french King Louis XV

[fumetto]

The Marquise grabbed a short riding crop and slapped Claire lightly on the back several times.

De Sade turned to Robert again and said: "Well, young friend, it seems to me that Madame is shivering a little, why don't you give her a little warmth with the branding iron? Horrified, Robert backed away.

"Oh, don't worry, dear Robert, I have promised that no great physical harm will come to our English beauty, I only want to see the white flesh tremble before the embers, in case you are not able to do so.

You are not able, my faithful servant Pierre would love to take your place." After these words Robert complied with the Marquise, he grasped the almost red-hot iron tongs and held it just

in front of Claire's shapely breasts, who only groaned loudly. "Hold it closer to her nipples so Madame Fraser knows what will happen to her next time she is naughty". With a short hiss, Robert very briefly touched Claire's skin, who cried out loudly.

De Sade snapped at Robert indignantly, "Clumsy oaf, what are you good for? Robert put the branding iron back into the metal vat while de Sade examined Claire's slight injury. "Just a little scrape Madame, nothing serious,

a good ointment, and in a few days there will be nothing more to see".

De Sade strode up to Claire with a sneer and gave her two firm smacks on her bare bottom.

Well, you two have truly entertained me, I would like to see a penetration as a finale, come on young fool, maybe you will manage to please Madame from behind, should you fail in this task once again.

I will have to let good Pierre loose on Madame, and I am sure some of my guards would be happy to join in."

Pierre loosened Claire's chains, she sank to the floor exhausted, arms and legs still in chains, Robert carefully removed the heavy iron chains, as well as the heavy metal ring around Claire's neck, with a short whisper in Claire's ear "I'm sorry".

The young man placed the woman in the desired position and began to penetrate Claire from behind. The young Englishwoman surrendered to her fate, the violent thrusts aroused a certain arousal in Claire, which she initially resisted, but the stern gaze of de Sade and the servant motivated her to take part in this degrading spectacle.

The Marquise again ordered Robert: "Take her to the rack, continue there, I want you to lie under her so that I have as good a view as possible of Madame" So it happened, almost willy-nilly Claire allowed herself to be

down on Robert's fully erect penis under the stern eyes of de Sade and the servant Pierre, De Sade strode up to Claire pulled her brutally by the hair and spoke to Claire in a calm tone.

"Even with a cock in your cunt you are still graceful Madame, my deepest respect, Robert take it a little rougher or must I call my servants to show you how rebellious wenches are dealt with".

Now Claire noticed the deep hatred de Sade harboured towards women, and she suspected the worst.

Robert tried his best to comply with de Sade's wishes and Claire simply let him do as he pleased.

De Sade became increasingly impatient and spoke in a calm but firm tone" Madame I would like a little more enthusiasm, or are you not attracted to our young friend Robert, as I said Pierre would be available immediately,

I could also imagine a play with the three of you, what do you think Pierre?"

"I am ready to plough the open field of this Englishwoman at any time" replied the visibly already slightly annoyed servant. At these words Claire ignored her hostile surroundings, she kissed and caressed Robert with the utmost commitment, opened

her buttocks wide and let Robert took her again from the back.

When Claire saw that Pierre was already preparing to join in this degrading spectacle, she rubbed her buttocks firmly against Pierre's thrusting penis, which was also going more and more into ecstasy, which the Marquise acknowledged with a short finger point to Pierre not to intervene yet. Pierre knelt slightly in front of Claire, who was swirling back and forth under Robert's violent thrusts, the servant forced a short kiss on Claire's lips, which he acknowledged with a soft whisper" Your lips taste sweet, I'm already curious how they feel on my best piece", but de Sade pushed Pierre aside, because he didn't want to miss any of the spectacle.

When Robert's hands grabbed her bare bottom and pulled her against his hard body, his hardness came between their bodies and pressed against the soft skin of her belly. At the heat he radiated, Claire winced and licked Robert's throat. She could tell by his husky breathing, the steel hard erection in her hand and the racing heartbeat in her chest that he was as aroused as she was. His hands slid over her bare skin and slid between their bodies to touch her breasts, her belly and her wet flesh. At the same time, their mouths found themselves in a hot kiss that completely confused Claire because she felt no horniness at all without the drugs she had been given, her current feelings were virtually a self-protection to avoid further humiliation at the hands of de Sade and his henchmen.

With trembling arousal, she did not even notice how he laid her on her back and pushed himself between her legs. But as he bent over her and penetrated her, her whole being focused on the spot inside her that tingled electrifyingly with each of his thrusts and made her moan.

De Sade watched the spectacle with pleasure together with his servant, no further instructions were necessary, Robert fulfilled the role assigned to him perfectly.

Again and again Robert sank deep into her, massaging her soft flesh, stretching her and finding a rhythm that took her breath away. Claire clung to him, wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hot breath on her face. When she put her mouth to him, he obeyed and gave her a deep kiss that left her gasping for air. Claire dug her fingers into his shoulders and felt his hands grip her buttocks. The next moment a hot shiver ran through her as he thrust deeper and harder into her. She felt each thrust all the way down to her toes and trembled with pleasure that made her whimper.

Moaning, she winced and almost bit his lips as he thrust hard into her, causing a tingling pull in her abdomen that spread throughout her body. Robert groaned loudly and buried his teeth in her shoulder. Claire gasped as her wet flesh closed explosively around his hard penis. A hot sensation of pleasure shot through her veins so quickly that she could no longer think, but instead held him twitching as he thrust hard and fast into her.

This brought the Marquise to a loud outburst of pleasure " Bravo my dears, a performance second to none, I thank you for this most accomplished performance".

Claire asked in a trembling voice " Is that it, are you going to let us go or what more do you want from us?"

The Marquise replied in an honourable voice

A: "Well Madame you have truly earned a rest, my servants will bathe you and treat your wounds until you are ready for further performances.

B: "Madame you have truly earned a rest, recover, for I am expecting some guests in the next few days who have made the long journey from Paris especially for you.

C Madame you have paid your entertainment sufficiently, I will immediately organise a safe passage for you and young Robert to Scotland

D: Decision of the audience

I ASK FOR NUMEROUS VOTES AND REQUEST LIVELY PARTICIPATION!!!!!!!

 

[Peter_the_giant]

A: I don't think they earned their safe passage just yet.

 

[gjpain]

B, lets find out what the new guests can do!

 

[MatureDream]

A

 

[Loinclothslave]

I think B, although A is interesting given the promise of a bathing scene…

 

[fumetto]

Thank you all for your participation, so A and B will be the next scenarios, the bathing scene makes sense.

 

[fumetto]

So the story continues

Claire was led into her room with Robert, and only now did she notice that all the windows were barred in such a way that escape was impossible, and she also noticed the numerous armed guards making their rounds in the castle courtyard. Only now did she realise that she was once again a prisoner, and this time she was in the hands of the famous, infamous Marquise de Sade, who, if the stories were true, had already been prosecuted for several offences against women. Claire took a seat in one of the armchairs and thought about what she could do, Robert was also desperate and showed no signs of wanting to confront the Marquise in any way, he was no Jamie.

The door opened and the Marquise appeared with several servants" Well Madame as promised my servants will attend to your minor wounds, they will also bathe you and give you a manicure, I am expecting guests in the next few days, you should make a good impression".

Claire replied slightly confused" What guests, what are you going to do with us?" De Sade replied almost a little snappishly "Oh Madame Fraser, they are all honourable gentlemen from the highest circles, or do you prefer the somewhat rougher fellows you made the acquaintance of in the Bastille, judging by their tales probably not?"

Claire immediately recognised the Marquise's brazen attempt at blackmail, but anything was better than being at the mercy of the beasts in the Bastille once again.

So the young woman resigned herself to her fate and was led by two women into a brightly lit room where she was thoroughly cleaned and groomed by the servants and given fresh clothes, several elegant gowns to choose from.

Claire spent most of the next few days in her room, during her short walks through the castle she was always desperate to escape, but the servant Pierre accompanied her every step of the way, and each time with a look that deeply unsettled the young woman.


Robert stayed in the room most of the time and slept when he was not feeling sorry for himself.

One day several carriages arrived at the large estate, Claire recognised several men with servants who were greeted joyfully by de Sade. One of the men caught sight of Claire at the window, he was a certain Count Vauxhall, a tall man who was glowering at his servant. Suddenly the door opened and Pierre appeared with two young maids.

He ordered the two young women in a loud commanding tone:" You will now clean this English lady once again and dress her wounds, and the Marquise wants you to satisfy Madame Fraser in every way possible under his eyes. At these words, Claire's breath caught and she burst out, "Tell that lecherous pervert to go to the devil and...." Abruptly Pierre interrupted Claire's screaming " Now pay attention you English whore, the only reason you are not in chains and being screwed by every good for nothing in this estate is because of the Marquise who has taken a certain fancy to you, so don't make it too hard on yourself or he might give you to his bodyguard as a plaything. and you won't like the games the French hussars play with an English woman" After these words Claire again became aware of her situation, she had no mercy to expect from these men, but the more she would fulfil de Sade's wishes the sooner he might let her go, or at least treat her better, and a lesbian performance clearly seemed to her the better alternative to gang rape. Almost willingly, Claire allowed herself to be led by the two young girls into a sumptuous bathroom, Pierre positioned himself behind the massive bathtub, but de Sade ordered him to leave the room with a wave of his hand, he wanted to enjoy the spectacle alone. The two servants slowly and carefully undressed Claire, the Marquise was apparently so wealthy that he had even had his own hot water pipe installed in each of his numerous bathrooms. Claire leaned against the large bathtub while Justine and Mary, the two girls were called, helped Claire out of the last of her clothes, the Marquise couldn't help pinching the young woman's bottom a little, causing Claire to instinctively wince, the guy just disgusted her. The Marquise took a seat on a chair and directed the two girls how to wash the young Englishwoman. The whole situation seemed so abstruse to Claire, but the pleading faces of the two servants made her willingly accept everything.

The two pretty girls now led Claire into a small adjoining room where there was also a narrow bed, "Just big enough for the three of you," as de Sade found, who had meanwhile taken a seat on a chair in the room. The blonde girl whispered softly in Claire's ear "Please join us, otherwise he will hand us over to those beasts again, please join us, anything is better than his bodyguards". De Sade at first pretended not to notice the whispering, but then he spoke in a quivering voice "Are my maids complaining about their accommodation here, they want for nothing, or do I see it differently"? Mary answered hesitantly " No sir, we want for nothing" " There you go" de Sade replied triumphantly "the guests have already arrived, Monsigneur Vauxhall has already enquired about my little Mary, he really has a crush on you" At these words the young maid began to sob in panic, Claire took her gently in her arms while de Sade told her in a calm voice. Oh Count Vauxhall is known for his penchant for brutal flagellation, and humiliation of his playthings, he is also known to share this with several of his noble acquaintances, how many of his friends did you make the acquaintance of last time Mary?" The young woman looked down shyly and stammered softly "Seven" The Marquise repeated loudly "Seven, well then tell our English friend some details" Claire replied energetically" I don't want to hear this, leave her alone, have you no mercy at all?" "Mercy Madame is for the weak minded, but should you and little Mary and Justine satisfy me I will not hand the little maids over to my guests tonight". Mary and Justine's facial expressions just begged Claire to obey and they gently laid her down on the small bed. Suddenly Claire was startled by the picture she now just recognised by looking into the bathroom, it showed an artistic depiction of a gang rape.

De Sade noticed this and spoke a little smugly" Oh Madame did you notice the painting of my favourite artist, the man calls himself Erich von Gotha, truly an artist far ahead of his time, and our little Mary was allowed to model, pardon kneel, from time to time Herr von Gotha visits me, and then gives me a painting as thanks for his hospitality, this also shows the gentleman you saw from the window, Count Vauxhall has lost his eye in a battle with the English, as a result of which he bears a certain grudge against her kind, it will be a pleasure for me to introduce you to him, but now I request another performance, or shall I invite Count Vauxhall to this performance? At these words the two young maids lost all restraint and began to caress each other wildly, Claire did not know what to do at first, but de Sade was already there and pressed Claire's head to Justine's bottom and ordered her to lick it.

The young Englishwoman obeyed and Mary meanwhile tenderly stimulated Claire's clitoris with her fingers. Mary sighed and licked her lips, fresh tears coming to her eyes, and that was enough to make Claire do what came next

She put her hand on her cheek, which was red and blotchy from all the crying, closed the space between them and pressed her lips to Mary's.

The kiss was salty and warm, and tears dripped down her face to where their mouths met. All parts of their bodies touched on the narrow mattress, their legs intertwined, and their arms caressed each other's backs, always under the stern gaze of the Marquise, who kept giving instructions.

Claire felt Mary's body pressed against hers, their breasts pressed together. She wanted more than a kiss, something to distract her from reality.

"Mistress," she breathed, breaking away from Claire's mouth long enough to smile briefly. the young Englishwoman returned her smile and let her hands slide to her waist.

Mary began to suck on Claire's left nipple while Claire touched Mary's wet pubic mound with her fingers. She let her fingers slide up and down her slit to see how ready she was.

Claire slid another finger in and placed her thumb on Mary's clit, which she now stimulated more and more with gentle movements. De Sade watched the demonstration with a spellbound gaze.

The english woman couldn't help herself and bent down once more, took her nipple in her mouth, she let her tongue circle around the hard bud and let her fingers slowly move in and out of it until she felt her body gradually relax.

Claire, meanwhile, was licking Justin, who was close to ecstasy, but just before that, the Marquise interrupted the lovemaking act, as if he begrudged women female satisfaction. Instead, he ordered Mary to caress Claire's already slightly stretched ass and then penetrate it with her fingers. Then he forced Mary to lick Claire's vagina with her mouth, who willingly let everything happen.

But even before both women climaxed, de Sade abruptly interrupted the lovemaking, he pushed all three women onto the bed, they hugged each other protectively while de Sade gently caressed the two girls again and again and then finally abruptly left the room.

Mary and Justine lingered with Claire for a while, fearing the worst, apparently the display had not been to de Sade's taste and he would make all three pay. Loud laughter emanated from the men's salon below the small room, the men seemed to be in high spirits and began to get drunk. Claire slipped on her robes and left the small bedroom, she looked again at the picture of Gothas, which showed a blonde girl being brutally taken by several men, the girl in the picture actually looked deceptively like Mary, and the man with the eye patch was virtually a copy of de Sade's guest, what kind of nightmare had she ended up in. Claire rushed into her guest room where she found Robert fast asleep on the bed. Again she desperately searched for a way to escape, but there seemed to be no escape from this "prison". So Claire lay down next to Robert on the spacious bed and tried to sleep a little, the caresses of her playmates had certainly evoked feelings in her that she had last experienced during her nurse training time in the nurses' home there.

Claire soon fell into a deep sleep, no wonder with the mental and physical stress she had been through so far. In the meantime, night had fallen and someone shook the young woman rudely out of her sleep. It was the servant Pierre " Get up and wash yourself again, the Marquise and the guests are expecting you for dinner, hurry up the gentlemen don't like to wait". In her panic, the Englishwoman ignored her nakedness to the servant and quickly washed herself again in a small tub before putting on the clothes De Sade had chosen for her.

Pierre escorted the rather reluctant woman into the sumptuous dining room where De Sade's guests were already sitting together. A short moment of silence, then de Sade stood next to Claire and spoke to the guests: "My dear friends, have I promised you too much, Madame Fraser, a real English lady, don't be shy dear child, please take a seat. Claire sat down on the armchair that stood alone at the table to keep as much distance as possible from the men. Suddenly Claire recognised the Comte de San Germain, the man she had once robbed of an entire ship and its cargo because of an outbreak of smallpox, and who swore revenge at the time. The Comte gave her a deeply hostile look, whereupon Claire turned her face away to look at the next person she knew.

The Duke of Sandringham, responsible for her torture and ill-treatment in the Bastille, toasted her with gleeful excitement, this could not be true, her situation had not improved one iota from her imprisonment in the Bastille, on the contrary. The only glimmer of hope was Robert, who was leaning absent-mindedly in a corner, and he had been behaving quite strangely lately. The Marquise rose with a glass of wine in his hand and spoke to the assembled guests:

"Dear friends, it is my pleasure to welcome you here today, our special English guest Miss Fraser, she is for sale today, I am asking for numerous bids, because after all the presentations so far I can promise you that this lady is worth every sous".

A : Sandringham, who has a score to settle with Claire, wins the bid.

B The sadistic Count Vauxhall wants Claire for himself.

C : The men outbid each other for a long time, can't come to an agreement and decide to buy Claire together and then have her for themselves together too

D an alternative proposal from the audience

I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING FOR ACTIVE PARTICIPATION AND AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO RECEIVE SUGGESTIONS.

 

[Loinclothslave]

D Comte de San Germain sounds like he has a real score to settle and hopefully will brutalize the young English Rose. And as a bonus we lose the now insipid Robert…

 

[Peter_the_giant]

C, why not share the joy?

 

[fumetto]

Ok so the majority has voted C, the forecoming storypart will be even harder for Claire, the story will be continued soon, if there is still interrest in it.

 

[Loinclothslave]

I’m still interested, even if I lost the last poll!

 

[fx2021man]

Yes please continue. Claire is very much all my dark fantasy these day, but please do no damage her permanently. Thanks

 

[fx2021man]

There is story on AO3 with the premise that Claire was taken in to Castle Leoch not as a high born lady, but as a whore, and forced to entertain the men at the castle. That would be an intriguing story to do as well.

 

[fumetto]

The men at the table immediately fell silent and looked at Claire with demanding looks, De Sade spoke again in his cynical provocative tone " But Madame you should eat, you will need all your strength today" which led to peals of laughter among the guests. Claire turned to Robert for help, still trying to get up, but suddenly Robert grabbed her right wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, making her cry out in pain and surprise. "Robert! What are you doing? What is the meaning of this?" the woman screamed, surprised by this betrayal. With horror she heard the click of two iron bracelets laced around her wrists and connected by a massive chain. She tried in vain to free herself, but she was completely caught off guard. When Robert had tied her wrists behind her back and forced her to spread her legs with a few kicks against her ankles, he tugged at the neckline of her red dress and showed her large breasts, paying no attention to the woman's screams and crying. Dear Sirs, I present to you the famous Dame Blanche, Milady Claire Fraser, better known as the Seriramis of Paris! ..." said Robert with a grin Claire never expected to hear in his voice."It's a real pleasure, Madame," one of the attendants said with a giggle and continued to juggle the woman's beautiful breasts that were surrendering to his dirty caresses, "a real pleasure; and if she could see the size of the bulge that has already formed in my trousers, you would know the pleasure I mean ...

"You see, my dear," continued the de Sade, "we have tried everything to find out where this devil of a husband is, and there was no way of finding him. But he knew where to find you, and that gave us no peace. So we staged your disappearance from the Bastille and, with the complicity of De Launay, staged an excellent diversion: a poor black-haired girl, about your age and proportions, tragically threw herself from the Bastille tribune tonight and was left disfigured as she fell. Everyone thought it was an attempt to escape, but De Launay immediately recognised in the poor remains the corpse of the unfortunate Madame Fraser, who, out of shame at her public exposure and pain at being abandoned by her husband, preferred to commit suicide. The news has been the talk of Paris since first light. It means that no one, not even your troublesome husband, is looking for you any more, except in the cemetery. To the world you are already dead, but to me your slow death is only now beginning. What a waste it would have been to ruin such a beautiful woman's body! Even more so for two people like me and my dear friend McKinnon, who is in debt. But with the auction of your young body, we can put our shattered finances in order, and we will also have the opportunity to enjoy ourselves. You know, my dear, I am a very conscientious trader of human flesh and I prefer to check the quality of my merchandise personally, according to past performances.

Robert replied with a sardonic tone "You should have seen her in the Bastille, Marquise! She begged me to be fucked in every way. I have never seen such a horny and hot whore as she. Once she even let my cock impale her ass spontaneously and rode it like a hussar was charging it! " Robert laughed in amusement, which made poor Claire sob in shame.

"Ah, wonderful news. I think this will excite my guests. Count Vauxhall in particular is an expert horseman who loves wild mares like this. And another of my buyers is an excellent breeder who always likes to experiment with new crosses between a beautiful white mare like this and her many black stallions ... "And then we have a special guest the Maestro of Gotha, some of his works where sweet Mary was depicted you have already admired, now Madame you will take her place."

"Robert! You can't do this to me! I love you! You have done so much for me to defend me! ... How could you betray me like this?" Claire was distraught to have been so deceived.

"Poor stupid woman! You don't understand anything, do you? McKinnon is my father's surname, but my mother was a Mc Donald, for whom your beloved Jamie killed a brother. I would have preferred to find James and kill him like a dog, but I can also get revenge by using his wife as a bitch. In the Bastille I whipped you on the orders of Lord Sandringham and Captain Randall, raped you under the eyes of Father Montoja, and fucked you in the ass for your and De Launay's pleasure. I had to pretend I was forced to do it, but in reality I was enthusiastic: it was all a production to teach you to enjoy this violence in spite of yourself. What a perverted little hypocrite you are: you are as demure as a holy woman and instead, underneath, you are a vulgar slut who enjoys being fucked and screwed like the last street whores. And that is the fate that awaits you, to be a docile dog trained to be fucked by your masters and their servants. Your days in the Bastille will seem like a holiday from now on, my dear! "

"No, please don't! Have mercy! Have mercy!"Claire cried out dejectedly as Robert prevented her from freeing herself from de Sade's lascivious caresses, while his greedy hand ran first up her calf, then her knee, then her thigh, to drizzle the moist, open and defenceless crack and touch the mons veneris. Pierre ripped Claire's clothes off in the most brutal way to present her complete nudity to the guests.

"Our wild mare has found her master, I think, and she is already a little less rebellious. Maybe she really does enjoy feeling the bite of the whip a little. But come on, the buyers are waiting. Everyone wants to admire the famous white lady and see her at her best! " With these words, De Sade put a halter around Claire's neck and dragged her towards the grand salon, while the servant Pierre kicked her from behind, the men at the table following one by one.

"In that regard, we should linger in this room for a moment before we go to our guests and clients. - de Sade said, dragging the beautiful prisoner to a dark corner of the room they were crossing. He searched his pockets and found a flint, which he immediately lit, illuminating a desk in the middle of the room and a candlestick above it. With the flint he lit the six candles, illuminating the room, which was frescoed but had no other furniture. De Sade turned to McKinnon and the churches.

"Did you do as I told you? Did you anoint your whole body with the cream from the white jar I gave you?"

"Of course! I still have your great product here. Do you want to use it on her again?"

"No, this product is actually the least concentrated of those I make, I usually use it on convent women or novices where it only takes a little to lose control. But Madame Fraser is a grown woman, with a great deal of sexual experience and a great deal of willpower. To make her submissive requires something stronger. "With these words, he pulled from the centre drawer of the desk a jar similar to the white alabaster McKinnon handed him, but of a fiery red colour."

This cream is used to make women docile and fiery, who are sacrificed as sacred prostitutes to a mysterious Indian deity in a temple in Delhi. Whether they like it or not, the poor girls become insatiable whores who enrich the temple's priests beyond measure. The effect of the drug is permanent, and nothing, not even physical pain, can tear the victims any more from their sexual mania, which makes them want to fuck anyone who comes near them and has a cock, be it a man, a black man, a dog, a horse.... I have seen a rebellious girl treated with this drug give a blowjob to a horny boar and then grunt like a sow at my command, a glorious sight

When I think how impertinent that young and splendid Englishwoman was .... So, my dear, will you undergo the same treatment? ... "

The shocked Claire could not even speak and stared at him wide-eyed and wide-mouthed, trembling with terror at the mere idea of being turned forever into an incurable nymphomaniac.

"Yes! Put that stuff on her! I want to see her turn into a beast in heat, a slut with no future but that of a brothel bed!" Robert laughed in amusement.

"Patience, my dear friend! We will let our guest decide whether she wants to completely lose her mind and spend the rest of her days as a docile broodmare, a body that only aspires to be filled with sperm in her three holes, or a woman who retains her own lucidity and kindly and obediently complies with every request that is made of her. "

"I ... I will do as you ask ..." Claire stammered.

"No. Trust me, Marquise. This bitch is smart and proud, she will do anything to evade our demands and at the first opportunity she will try to escape. It is wiser to make her a docile bitch in heat."

"But it is much more pleasant to see our proud and impertinent Madame bending and humiliating herself like the most unworthy of street whores, knowing full well that the alternative would be extremely painful for her ..."

Claire just nodded her head in agreement, hopelessly outmatched.

"... My husband ..." she barely managed to say between sobs.

"What did I tell you, Marquise? She cannot be trusted!" cried Robert and Pierre tugged the pretty prisoner by the shoulders.

"Calm yourself, my impetuous companion! Madame does not trust my words or the efficacy of my remedy. It is right that we should give her the opportunity of trying it ..." And while Claire wriggled futilely in the strong arms of McKinnon and Pierre, who held her tightly by the shoulders, De Sade opened his red jar and touched the white surface of the cream with a gloved forefinger.

"I could anoint your clitoris or anus with this, but the effect would be too violent and could be permanent. No, we will use a part of your body that is not too erogenous, Madame, say ... the tip of your delicious nose .... We want to see how this modern Cleopatra would greet her Mark Antony on his return from a battle? ... ", and as he said this he touched the tip of Claire's nose with his fingertip smeared with cream. The woman was confused for a moment, then her eyes widened and she began to run her tongue lasciviously over her lips as if to take in some of the cream, the scent of which was numbing her senses. her.

"In this version I have added a new element, an extract of the bitch in heat. With the well-greased body of this ointment, you would give the pleasure of my pack of hunting dogs, they would mount you every twenty until you ran out of the last ounce of energy.... What would you say, bitch? It could be a fun show to cheer up my guests. "

"NO! NO! You're a monster! A fucking pervert!" screamed Claire, wriggling like a trapped animal, but continuing to lick her lips with her tongue, searching for a penis to greedily suck under the amused gaze of her two tormentors. Before the active ingredient of the drug entered her bloodstream and caused her further problems, De Sade wiped the tip of her nose with the leather of his glove and threw the garment into the fireplace to set it on fire with a candle. A fierce purple flame rose from the glove and it dissolved in an instant.

"That is one of the side effects of my product which I must perfect. - said de Sade, feigning a kind of disappointment - When I had one of my slaves burnt at the stake because I was tired of her, the poor thing evaporated in a flash after I applied this lotion to her, and I couldn't even enjoy the sight of her agony. But now let's go, our clients are waiting for us and they are very demanding. I guess you naughty little minx, you understand what I mean when I say that the customer is always right". "

Claire, now hopeless, nodded her head sadly and humbly allowed herself to be dragged to her next disgrace in the gentlemen's salon.

Claire entered the magnificent drawing room, richly decorated with paintings, mirrors and crystal chandeliers. In front of the far wall, which was painted with mythological scenes of monsters menacing graceful nymphs, the large room was filled with people Claire knew only too well and who now looked at her with interest and greed as she approached with her wrists tied behind her back by the halter that De Sade held tightly in his hand. When she arrived, the Count of St Germain raised his head, chuckling.

"Here at last is the performance that will brighten our evening! Here is the English whore who cost me a ship of goods and made me look bad before Her Majesty. I would pay the value of two ships to have you in the dungeons of my castle on the Loire and use you as my personal whore. "

At this sentence his table neighbour laughed in amusement and turned to Claire, it was Von Gotha who had done the gruesomely perverse drawings that were scattered throughout the castle. What a beauty, I can't wait to immortalise you in my art, my baton and brushes are ready," he pinched Claire's nipples brutally, making her groan loudly. Then he whispered in her ear" Do you know Winston Churchill?" At this question, Claire was literally blindsided, how could the painter know about the British statesman from the twentieth century, i.e. her time level, which meant that von Gotha must also be a time traveller.

"Honoured Duke, - De Sade stepped forward and turned to another guest, who was staring with a grim look, at the beautiful prisoner, for on the other eye he wore a black eye-patch - allow me to introduce Madame Fraser, also known as Madame Beauchamp or as the Dame Blanche ... Madame, allow me to introduce the Duke of Vauxhall, one of your secret admirers ."

"Fuck you, suitor, Marquise! - the Duke shouted, grabbing the leather strap that was fastened around Claire's neck cuff and pulling the young woman towards him "I am really curious to know if the colour of this whore's skin deserves the title Madame Blanche and if she can still be called that when I have her whipped by my servants, but first I will personally teach this English lady some manners."

"If that is your curiosity, my dear Duke, I can assure you that a good dose of well administered lashes will help to give this slut's body a delicious colour" said the perfidious father Pedro Montoja, tasting from his glass of wine. Seeing him alive and well, Claire had further confirmation of Robert's treachery, pretending only to kill his rival. "Madame reminds me too much of a certain person who had the bad idea of dying too soon: I have been able to ascertain that Madame Fraser is of a much stronger constitution than my Consuelo, and therefore I am sure she will be able to endure for a long time the many tortures and humiliations I have in store for her. "

"I hope you will allow me to help you with that, Father Montoja. - I also have a score to settle with that English bitch who betrayed her people to marry a Scottish bastard who hurt me badly. I will settle the score with her, which I have reserved for your husband. But all in good time, honoured guests and participants in this exclusive auction. I remind you that each of you must pay your own deposit for participating in our game and that we will shortly proceed with the sale of our slave. - De Sade said and sat down. - 'But I am a conscientious trader and I know that no one is prepared to buy anything sight unseen. My Lady Fraser is a gift of nature, you may now examine this gift, but all please with moderation and purpose, the goods are after all still in my possession.

"Er, our young guest is shivering and has goose bumps. I'm sure Father Montoja knows how to warm her up with one of his hot irons, but I don't think it will be necessary. - De Sade said kindly - Madame is an agile and strong woman, a little healthy exercise will help warm up her muscles and allow us all to appreciate some of the qualities of her body. In that respect, allow the Duke, the Count of Saint Germain and my dear artist friend of Gotha to see your secret caves ... oops , not so secret any more, since all Parisians were able to admire them when you were in the pillory a few days ago .... "The guests laughed heartily while Claire's cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

De Sade stepped behind Claire and addressed the assembled guests:" Dear friends, after this brief introduction, I set the opening bid at 5000 livres." De Sade's guests protested loudly, including the Comte de San Germain "5000 livres, my good Marquise, I can get a stable for that amount, but with the horses in it, that is clearly too much." Claire no longer knew what was happening to her, but Pierre's firm grip made her not faint, it was as degrading as being sold a cattle to the highest bidder. Vauxhall joined in the conversation "Very well if the rest of the gentlemen are short of money I will bid 5200, San Germain felt almost caught off guard and bid 5300 livres. Sandringham followed with 5400 livres, and finally another nobleman got in on the act with 5500. The men kept outbidding each other until the price reached 8000 livres. Finally, Sandringham made a suggestion: "Gentlemen, what would you say if we were to share Lady Fraser between the four of us, each of us should be allowed to remove the thorns from this English rose? Vauxhall rather sceptically, "I would not normally accept that, but I require Maestro of Gotha to make some likenesses of it in return for showing the English whore her limits," San Germain and Monsigneur Poldark also agreed. De Sade announced triumphantly, "So the deal is done, Madame Fraser will go to the four gentlemen for 8000 livres, I hope there will be no major quarrels about the right of use.

De Sade's servants came to untie Claire's bonds, while the guests were still laughing and enjoying themselves, with the exception of Vauxhall, who stood in the corner of the table, emitting an eerie silence.

"We have been able to admire some of this slave's precious gifts, but some parts of her anatomy have not yet been explored. - de Sade said mischievously as Claire was forced to stand in front of the table, still hiding her face in shame.... Well, gentlemen, don't you want to try out your auctioned object, our dear Maestro will then record this demonstration with brush on canvas, what do you think. Vauxhall already opened his fly and strode towards Claire, while San Germain and Polak also undressed, only Sandringham held back. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I can't take part in this act, you know, my age, so I'll leave my place to young Robert. "Robert also joined the group surrounding the poor woman. Claire stammered "Please not all at once, I will do what you want, but please take me one at a time, I can't take it anymore" "Get used to it whore, now get on your knees and take him in your mouth" with these words Vauxhall thrust his strongly erect penis into Claire's face, who at first resisted, but when Robert twisted her arms backwards immediately gave up all resistance.
With downcast and tear-red eyes, Claire slowly obeyed.

 

[Loinclothslave]

What a superb chapter! Robert’s betrayal suddenly made him more interesting. Do you happen to know the brand name of De Sade’s aphrodisiac? And gosh, I’d forgotten Claire is a time traveler stuck in another age!

I’m looking forward to see her skin colour being changed by the whip, and the kindly offer to warm her against the chill using hot irons!

 

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What a superb chapter! Robert’s betrayal suddenly made him more interesting. Do you happen to know the brand name of De Sade’s aphrodisiac? And gosh, I’d forgotten Claire is a time traveler stuck in another age!

I’m looking forward to see her skin colour being changed by the whip, and the kindly offer to warm her against the chill using hot irons!

Thanks for your nice words, the name of de Sades aphrodisiac is Tribolon, Due to special additives, the remedy is three times as effective. Whipps, pliers and hot irons will be used in the forecoming final chapters of the story, but for the next storyparts she will be used and abused. Well it depends how the audience votes.

 

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Part 2 of Claires ordeal

"Spread your thighs wide, bitch!" McKinnon yelled at her and gave her a loud slap that left the red imprint of his hand on her right buttock. The woman let out a cry of pain and hurried to obey again. The brave and tough woman, who had met a thousand difficulties with great strength of character, was now a fearful memory: the humiliation of being forced to be taken by all four at once, or suffer worse, had caused every form of resistance to collapse within her, and she endured, without resisting, the insults and shameful commands that came from her present masters. As she spread her legs wide, she awaited the next hateful command.

"Arch your back whore, and show us where your cock is hidden!" McKinnon's humour left much to be desired, but Sandringham grinned beneath his moustache. He remembered the fantasy he had had about the beautiful English lady and the experience he had planned for her in the stallion stalls of their Yorkshire home. Who knows what a magnificent centaur might have resulted from such a pairing, provided the tight pussy could have accommodated the gigantic penis of one of her thoroughbreds! ... This indomitable bay mare could whinny delightfully as she was mated by his stallions.

Claire obeyed again, arching her back and placing her hands on her ankles: her small round ass and the wide-open lips of her pussy, still glistening from the vibe she had given off moments before, were clearly visible to the gang of wicked creatures she was at the mercy of.

"Open your buttocks wide and show us how much your asshole can be enlarged!" McKinnon's final command, predictable as it was, made her tremble in horror. She desperately sobbed a long "Noooo" in protest, but two more brutal blows from the soldier forced her to relent. With trembling fingers, she reached for the deep, dark slit that parted her buttocks and slowly opened it to reveal her tender, hidden opening. With their perverse cruelty, their masters left her in this obscene position for several minutes, which De Sade filled with praises of this tender part of her anatomy, the most secret and inviolable part of her ...

"I wouldn't say inviolable, Marquise! - laughed Sandringham jokingly , according to De Launey's tales, she had begged a dozen convicts to be sodomised, and de Launey being a generous man, preferred to grant this privilege to the guests of the cell, men who were certainly very experienced in the art of sodomy, having not seen a woman for years. Madame certainly remembers this very well. And according to the stories, the men also appreciated her delicious little ass: all twelve of them, and some more than once. And last night, at the latest, I caught our heroine getting her ass fucked like the last of the street whores, astride this poor boy who, I bet, didn't have time to enjoy his well-deserved prize. And given Duke Vauxhall's interest in committing this slut to a future of sodomy with his guards, why shouldn't he give us all an example of her amorous prowess in this field by allowing McKinnon to finish his job, here and now, in front of us all? "

Suddenly von Gotha also joined in Claire's humiliation, at first he licked her asshole until finally he brutally penetrated her with his fingers and then finally with his whole hand saying "That's more like it, gentlemen you can take over now, I will now turn to art" To the laughter of the men the artist went to his relay and began to paint.

Robert finally took a seat behind Claire and began to grope her frantically with a specific aim. .

The young woman stammered, "No! Please, no, no! I don't want to, I don't want to!"

"Shut up, you bitch, and open your ass wide! - McKinnon shouted and gave her another slap on the ass that was offered to him. - 'I'm not asking for anything better, your grace! - he replied, taking off his jacket and lowering his trousers. He lay half-naked on the floor on a rich oriental carpet, forcing Claire to ride him like a horsewoman, showing her back and bottom to the guests. Mercilessly, he guided his already stiff cock to the tight, secret opening and with a few thrusts and cruel tugs on the girl's hips, forced her to impale herself on the erect, rock-hard column of flesh.

"No, I don't want to!" the young woman whimpered as he forced her up and down with thrusts, impaling herself deeper each time until, with a long, agonised moan, she felt the bristling hairs of the male pubic hair tickle her split buttocks, confirming that the long, erect penis now filled the entire tight anal rectum. She cried and howled in pain and shame, but if she so much as hinted at slowing the pace of the slow thrusts she had to make across the rod lodged in her rectum, McKinnon immediately gave her a loud slap on one of her buttocks, both of which were now fiery red. The room was now permeated only by the cadenced sound of the two bodies colliding, the obscene sucking of the orifice that was slowly becoming accustomed to the torture of this desecration, and the incessant female moans.

Phuth! Phuth! Phuth! Phuth! Phuth!

"Uhg! Yuck! Yuck! Uuuuugh! Yuck! UGH! UUHUUGH !!!! "

"Lady Fraser is one who knows how to ride, just as she knows how to cover herself!" said a chuckling Sandringham.

"My dear Sandringham, - replied Saint-Germain ironically - it is obvious that our rider cannot be easily unsaddled from this saddle, as this pommel protrudes at least seven or eight inches into her ..." Everyone laughed at the joke, to which they echoed the sobs and useless sobbing protests of the poor raped woman.

"Please, please, stop it! I can't take it anymore! it hurts me! it hurts me! AAAAAAWWWHUUAAAAAAAHHHH !!! ", the woman screamed, sensing that the young officer was nearing the peak of his pleasure. His thrusts inside her had become crueler and deeper as the stinging jolts shook the tight opening that tightly enclosed the rod, each vein of which poor Claire could feel as it tore through the walls of her sphincter and ploughed through her tight belly. A roar from Robert, the same Robert she had loved and blindly trusted, announced that the man's orgasm was imminent, while nothing inside her spoke of pleasure, only agony and pain. In other anal experiences she had undergone simultaneous vaginal or clitoral stimulation, and this had triggered in her colon a frenzy and excitement never before experienced or hoped for, which in spite of herself sometimes made her feel a violent orgasm explode in the anal canal. But now, prevented from tickling the sensitive button of her sex after the last punishment, and without any stimulation in her vagina, she felt only the aching pain of the large foreign object penetrating her secret posterior canal and tearing her bowels apart in a humiliating way and without sweetness.

McKinnon roared like a ravenous lion as his penis spewed out the first gushes of warm semen that flooded the young woman's rectum.

The sensation of this humiliating violation was shocking and shameful for Claire: reduced to a bowel to be filled, a glove tight and tight around her skin, and the swollen presence of a man's penis pumping her with the same passion he might have had the piston of a machine. The moment her rapist expelled his cum inside her, Claire felt lost. She cried out as the hot gush of cum flooded her from within, and finally, sobbing, enjoyed the painful and disheartening pause as the barrel of the meat club, now finally saturated with brutality, came from her ravished rectum.

"A first class pussy and ass, gentlemen, as you have seen! This woman will thrill you in every way and everywhere you choose to use her! And you can always get the highest bidder and make a lot of money with her body. Imagine the spectacle you could liven up a party in your palace by leaving this naked woman in your park and making her easy prey for the hunter who finds her first, as in this exciting fresco of nymphs caught and stripped by these sex-hungry fauns. What is more desirable than a hot, tight pussy and an ass like this that can easily satisfy two hunters at once? ", cried de Sade.

"A cunt and a very slutty ass, no doubt about it! ...- said the Count of Saint-Germain, stroking the bulge that was visible in his trousers." But the mouth? What about their breasts? What can they do? "

"What can they do? - De Sade retorted in shock as he grabbed Claire by the hair and dragged her on all fours towards the nobleman who had just spoken. "The lips and sweet crack of this delight's breasts could alone resurrect the walls of Jericho. Or something as hard and upright as these! ... And since you are sceptical, why don't you try it out, after all, she is partly yours now, take her as you please. Vauxhall interfered" I would like to have a taste of it too, dear San Germain won't mind sharing it for a moment.

The guests applauded and laughed as Saint-Germain and Vauxhall opened the flap of their trousers and shamelessly pulled out their semi-stiff cocks. Claire, forced to crawl to them like a slut, cried and turned her head in disgust at the prospect of a new violation of her body that was so obscene and vulgar, but De Sade slapped her neck several times and yanked her hair until her mouth was forced to crawl on the long smelly pole.

"That bitch has often got in my way, and with her complaints and her supposed medical knowledge she had my ship destroyed, cargo and all, in the port of Le Havre a few months ago. Her words have cost me a lot of money. It's time her mouth is used for something more useful. Start licking my cock and do it like a real expert if you don't want me to lock you up forever in the brothel of my feudal estate to service the cocks of my peasants! "

"Did you hear what your client said, slut? Obey at once, or else ..." De Sade leaned over to her ear and whispered something. Claire's eyes grew as big as saucers and without hesitation she plunged her mouth onto the stinking rod and began to kiss it with passion and abandon, from scrotum to tip.

"Madame just needed a little encouragement, just to remind her who she is, a slut in the service of her master." The words she had whispered to her had been quite different. "You are still so hard, you filthy English slut? Do you feel my middle finger here, at your ass mouth? It's still clean, but its mate, the index finger, has just fallen into my red box. Do you want to hear it. How easily it fits in your ass, and how will you feel right after you've turned into an insatiable slut for the rest of your life? I could even sell it to you at a better price!

Claire's oral actions on Saint-Germain's now stiff penis looked like those of an inexperienced and intimidated girl, plus Vauxhall was now joining in, approaching Claire's face with his trousers heavily bulging.

Vauxhall whipped Claire's face back and forth over the throbbing bulge of his cock, aroused by the look of nausea and anger on her face. He rubbed her nose over the wide, wet patch of his cum and almost laughed at the way her pretty nose wrinkled in disgust. Her fingers clawed at the air, and the sinews in her long, petite neck stood out like steel cables as she tried to pull away from him. He pressed her face harder into his crotch, smearing sticky wetness over her lips, cheeks and chin.

"I told you to lick it all over, not kiss it like a relic!" De Sade admonished her, tugging at her black hair again, making her groan in pain and shame. Sobbing and making incomprehensible moans, the woman opened her mouth, put her whole tongue on the rod and began to lick it from the base to the tip of the glans like a hungry animal. Driven by de Sade's firm grip on her hair, she had to go up the entire length of the penis, from the testicles to the tip, at least four or five more times before she continued on her own, with no further coercion except the threats, insults and humiliating comments of his spectators.

San Germain grabbed her by the hair, but before she could react, someone else had grabbed her by the wrists and wrapped some kind of cord around her. She struggled, but as she knelt and leaned back, it was useless. a third man poked her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her, and jerked her head forward so violently that her forehead slammed painfully against his bony hip. While her mouth was open, he stuffed his cock between her lips.

"Nooooo!" she screamed around the mouthful of dirty, sticky cock meat. She tried to shake her head, tried to pull away from him. With his fists in her hair and her hands tied behind her back, it was hopeless.



Mercilessly, Vauxhall fed her more of his cock. The fat tip of his cock had already passed her lips and now, inch by inch, he pushed himself into the moist, warm cavern of her mouth. In seconds she was gagging, unable to speak and barely able to breathe.

Finally Vauxhall and San Germain together forced their cocks into Claire's now extremely stretched mouth, both men were in a complete frenzy and fucked her partly at the same time then again alternately in the mouth, Claire could hardly breathe and endured the extremely humiliating ordeal.

Vauxhall fed her another inch of his cock with each plunge into the wet cavern of her mouth. The tip of his cock was now pressing into her throat and she could not stop herself from gagging. Von Gotha watched the cruel scene with a sadistic smile but devoted himself mainly to finishing his new "work of art".

It was now San Germain's turn again only smiling at her as her face turned red and her body shook with retching. She was swallowing almost all of his cock now, and the feeling of her hot, wet throat closing around his cock as he inserted it was driving him wild.

Claire's lips tightened obscenely around the fat shaft of San Germain's cock. He fucked her face faster and faster, and his cock made wet slurping sounds as it pushed through the tight seal of her mouth, Vauxhall watching the goings-on slightly impatiently, waiting for his renewed effort. Claire's spit, mixed with the bubbling stickiness of San Germain's cum, began to slip from the corner of her mouth and drip down her chin. With the next thrust, the nobleman plunged his cock all the way down her throat, and her nose was buried in the forest of his cock hair as his heavy, sweaty balls slapped against her chin. She gagged and twisted, but there was no escape.

Claire tried desperately to find a way out of this situation. Her mouth felt numb and chalky from the incessant rubbing of the cocks on her tongue. Her scalp burned with pain every time the rapists pulled her by her wide, full hair, and her throat felt sore and raw from the blows the cocks were giving her. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult as a large cock permanently constricted her throat. She barely suppressed the urge to bite it, but at the mercy of her tormentors and helpless as she was, she didn't dare.

Vauxhall was clearly the more brutal, repeatedly slapping her face and brutally pulling her hair, saying, "See how much she likes those sweets! What a greedy baby girl! "

"Well done, Madame Fraser! Here's a proper use of your mouth as an expert healer! Now cure the hardness of our cocks, you filthy English whore!" Saint-Germain punished her by slapping her across the face when she slowed the pace of her licking.

"Lick your bone, bitch, and make sure you don't use your teeth if you don't want me to shove them all down your throat until you chew your asshole!" Vauxhall thrust his cock harder and harder into Claire's mouth, she did as she was told just to stop being beaten. Vauxhall and San Germain grabbed Claire by the hair again and sprayed their cum almost simultaneously into the face of their beautiful captive, Claire was almost oblivious, just letting it all wash over her and hoping that this would end soon.

San Germain turned to De Sade" Marquise you did not promise too much, this mouth is truly a pleasure that I will use many times.

Meanwhile Robert and Poldark joined the three, "Now we're going to plug your remaining two holes" Robert shouted at them, and with extreme brutality the two forced entry into Claire's vagina and buttocks, Vauxhall and San Germain meanwhile let themselves be orally pleasured, with great participation of the audience. Again and again the men took turns to enjoy every opening of their captive, Claire had long since resigned herself to her fate and given up all resistance. Her eyes kept wandering to von Gotha, who kept asking her tormentors to hold still for a moment and not to change positions, he was probably very keen on his "art".

The men forced the young woman into ever different positions, mostly she had to kneel to satisfy each of her tormentors, then again she was asked to lie down. The martyrdom lasted for over an hour, the men were insatiable. As soon as one of the men came, he took a short break, fortified himself with bread and wine, and re-entered the action freshly strengthened.


TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU LIKE IT

 

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Vauxhall then took the initiative to stand broadly in the men's salon and addressed the remaining guests who were not actively participating in Claire's rape.

He spoke to those present as if they were servants. Claire had the feeling that he thought of himself as nothing more than a whip-cracking tent master. Perhaps a tamer of animals, someone who enjoyed exhibitionism. He liked the fact that he was the one who made things happen.

Claire continued to lie on the floor in the foetal position, her body trembling as she awaited the emergence of a hot cock in her asshole.

"Stand up," Vauxhall ordered. "I want you to walk over here and just stand."

The man watched with growing eagerness as the young woman rose from the floor. She walked slowly over to the centre of the floor. There she stood just a few feet from the waiting pack, all of whom were licking their lips in smug satisfaction.

"I want you to bend over and put your hands on your knees," Vauxhall said.

Claire's tormentor watched as Claire very slowly lowered her body down and let her hands rest on her trembling knees.

"I want you to spread your legs," he snarled angrily at her.

She stretched her legs and waited for Vauxhall's next move. It wasn't long before he executed it. He lashed out with the whip and let it crash full force against her right ass cheek. She winced and groaned as the whip hit her. The surrounding men continued to watch, mesmerised by the sight of Vauxhall's brutality.

"That's how you discipline a slut," Vauxhall chuckled. "She thinks a lot more of me when I do that. She may think she hates me deep down, but she doesn't. She really wants this. She needs to be disciplined and that's what I'm going to do, provide her with a lot of discipline. There, now give her a good whack on the other ass cheek, bitch."

Vauxhall released his whip again and let it land with a crackling crack on her left buttock. He surveyed the ugly red welts that instantly formed, then held the whip to his side. He glanced over at the guests. He observed how large the men's erections were and how their legs and arms were twitching.

"I see you are all ready to teach Madame some manners and give her the place, on your knees with her mouth and ass open," at these words Claire was again overcome with a fainting fit, but the loud laughter of the men again showed her the position she was in. . Go ahead, fuck her ass. She'll stay just like that. Until the end of the fuck. Bitch, you stay there with your hands on your knees. Just keep your legs open. Make your ass a tempting target." Now that the Comte and I have worked on educating this wench for so long, let others continue our service to society, but again broad laughter erupted.

As Vauxhall looked at her delicious ass cheeks and hot anal slit, he could feel the tingling in his balls. He knew that once the men had finished fucking her asshole, he would experience some stimulation himself. But for now, he would enjoy watching the constant antics in which they would participate. He was sure that when several of them had fucked her asshole, her anus would be very sore. That didn't bother him though. On the contrary, he loved the prospect of a sore ass. He wanted to watch as one by one the men thrust their hard, aroused tools deeper and deeper into her asshole.

One of the men moved forward, grabbed Claire's buttocks and held them tight. She remained seated with her hands on her knees. Her body felt stiff and the pain in her ass cheeks made sex seem less appetising. She kept thinking about Jamie and she couldn't stop even as one of the rapists thrust his huge cock into her already repeatedly penetrated ass. As the man's fingers dug into her ass flesh, his hard, grinding cock thrust again and again as he moved it back and forth. He thrust his cock as hard as he could, pushing it into her anal slit with great excitement and anticipation. The faster his hard, firm penis touched her asshole, the more he felt himself building towards a violent climax. He knew he could not withstand this wild fucking pace for long. His legs swung back and forth in unison with his cock as he continued to drill and dig with his penis, enjoying every sensation as he tore it deep into her hot hole.

"Keep fucking her," Vauxhall said. "Even go a little faster. Enjoy every thrust. You're going to cum. I can see that. So keep moving. Ahhh, keep moving it in her asshole."

A few steady, rubbing thrusts later, juices shot from the end of his flaming phallus. He dug his fingers into her ass flesh and squeezed harder and harder. She could hear the sounds of his breathing getting louder and louder. She knew he would be there soon. She was relieved that at least this one man would be out of her asshole. Of course, she also thought that there would be others, probably the rest of the group. She had a feeling that Vauxhall was really going to give her asshole a rough treatment.

"Ahhh, ohhh," she heard the man mutter.

Claire closed her eyes. She could feel the hot, burning juice he was releasing in her anus. Soon he pulled his cock out of her anus.

"Pretty good fuck meat," he said to Vauxhall and De Sade.

"Yeah, not bad at all," De Sade laughed.

This time De Sade decided to use his trusty whip. He reached out and struck her buttocks, always finding new places to apply his whip and causing new ugly red welts. As soon as he was done, he waved the second man over.

"Keep it up," the marquise said. "Just ram your cock into her. Come on, fuck her. Just fuck her with your long, hard stick."

The second man began to assert his cock. He pushed it forward with grinding, pounding thrusts. He pushed hard with his cock, driving it firmly and sharply into her anus. The harder and faster he inserted his cock into her asshole, the faster he drove himself towards climax. Claire could tell by the way he was fucking her, by the way he had started to move so fast, that he was very close to orgasm. Obviously he couldn't keep up his fucking pace for much longer, so she wanted to make him cum as quickly as possible. She wiggled her buttocks, tensed them, and every now and then, when the pain became too much, she rotated her hips.

The man continued his fiery, intensified thrusts. Soon he could no longer hold back his juices. His hips rocked back and forth and suddenly the liquid load was released from the end of his cock. His body shook several times, and suddenly he pulled his penis out of her asshole.

"Another great fuck," Vauxhall said. "Good, let's not waste time. Next man. You ram your cock into her."

Claire's gaze kept turning to von Gotha who was working obsessively on his artwork, it also struck her that that colour palette von Gotha was holding could not possibly be from this century, she was sure von Gotha must also be from the future, but she was unlikely to get any help from him whatsoever.

The third man stepped forward quickly. He too was eager to stick his big, steaming rod into her asshole. He loved the tight fit of his throbbing rod as it made its way into her asshole. He kept moving his cock further and further into her, pushing it briskly and violently into her as he pounded her with it. He continued to thrust and rub with his long, hot finger. She did her best to accommodate him as well, hoping to satisfy him as quickly as possible. Her hips thrust back and forth, and finally the flood of cum was released from the end of the man's cock.

Claire's instinct had been right. She had the impression that her tormentors were going to subject her to the ass-fucking of everyone present. She was desperate to get it over with, so at every opportunity she tossed her hips back and forth, making herself as tight and tantalising as possible.

Now the last man took over and drove his fiery spear firmly into her asshole. She felt the painful strokes of his hands against her buttocks.

"Keep fucking her," Vauxhall shouted. "Just thrust into her with your hot cock. You're going to cum. Yeah, you're going to drain your shit. You're going to drain it in her asshole."

A few powerful thrusts later, droplets of his thick, white cum shot out of his glowing organ. He held her buttocks tightly until the last drops of his sperm had squirted out of the end of his pleasure stick.

"Now it's my turn again," laughed Vauxhall.

Claire was glad of one thing. The earl immediately threw away his whip. She hoped, at least, that he would not beat her against her ass cheeks again that day.

"Come my pretty for one last fuck tonight".

The men all watched as Claire pushed her body on the carpeted floor. Vauxhall threw his body on top of her. He pushed his long, burning cock towards her mouth.

"Open wide," he said. "I'm going to push my cock inside you. Look me in the eyes slut, I want you English whore to look me in the eyes when I fuck you in the mouth!". When the Count took the whip again Claire gave up all resistance and obeyed .... Ahhh, I'm going to fuck her nice. I'm going to fuck her properly."

He pushed his long, steady cock into Claire's mouth. His body was spinning out of control and his legs were twisting back and forth like crazy. Claire could see how eager he was. She couldn't believe how constantly horny he remained. It was as if he was always asking for another piece of ass. Vauxhall was insatiable, and he proved it at that moment, expertly sliding and plunging his cock into her mouth again and again. He pounded his cock hard, driving it to the base of her throat. He pushed himself closer and closer to the fiery abyss of orgasm. He could feel the wild waves of excitement in his balls as he pushed his dagger-like cock deeper and deeper. He moved his cock back and forth, letting it thrust and slide as he pushed it into her.

"Ahhh, I'm going to unload, my juices are going to fly once more," he said. "Yes, slut. You need discipline. You need it as much as anyone. I'm going to keep thrusting my tool into you. I'm going to keep fucking you, slut."

A few strokes later, drops of fluid began to spurt from the tip of Vauxhall's penis. As the juices continued to spurt, Vauxhall's whole body shook. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and then decided to come again immediately for more.

"I want your cunt," the count announced.

Vauxhall reached down with his right hand and let his fingers slide firmly into Claire's pubic mound. He played with her pussy for a while, stroking her pussy hair, then withdrew his fingers. He was ready to get to work with his long cock. He wanted to rub and slide his cock, push it into her pussy until it all exploded in a firework of passion.

"Here we go," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to make your pussy sore. Yes, you're going to have a sore pussy when I'm done."

His burly cock quickly set to work. The count took up the command position again and pushed his long member deeper and deeper into her pubic mound. The faster he twisted and thrust his cock, the deeper he thrust it into her.

"You bastards just watch me," Vauxhall said proudly. "I know how to fuck. I know how to get the best out of a slut like this. You don't treat her like a lady. You just fuck the shit out of her. That's exactly what I do. I fuck her like crazy. I'm enjoying it. And all the stuff is shooting out of me. It's shooting out right now. Ohhh, ahh, here it comes. It's going to really squirt. The stuff is going to squirt out."

After Vauxhall had spilled his cum all over Claire's naked battered body, he finally pulled out, leaving poor Claire to the rest of the guests, "I'm done with this whore who wants to go next?"

Finally the other men lined up around Claire's side and began to move their hard cocks evenly up and down, the young woman was already so exhausted that she fell into a kind of trance, now Von Gotha also joined Claire's tormentors, with fully erect penis he stood in the crowd of the waiting mob.

"Now all the way in! Open that pretty little mouth of yours and start sucking properly!" de Sade ordered her, concerned for his client's satisfaction. And to encourage her even more, he returned and touched one of his wicked fingers to the apex of the cleft between the woman's buttocks. At the thought that he would make good on his threat and turn her into a docile bitch in heat with his devilish product, poor Claire hurried to swallow each rod held out to her with exaggerated passion. One by one she ran her tongue up and down the massive rod, squeezing it between her lips like a sweet and delicious fruit. From the constant swelling of her cheeks, one could see her tongue circling the shaft, enclosing and squeezing it with a fervour that was immediately undone by the tears that ran down her scarlet cheeks in shame. Saint-Germain enjoyed the pleasure of his victory and admired this noble, educated woman with her sweet and lovely face, who was on her knees sucking his rod. In a fit of perfidy, he grabbed her by the hair, yanked her penis out of her mouth and forced her to rise to her knees. Then, grinning, he pushed the tip of his cock into the cleft that divided her two full and swollen breasts. His penis released its dirty goo onto her skin, instantly making the tight passage wet and shiny. Claire tried to escape this new desecration of her body, but was prevented from doing so by the strong and determined grip of Pierre, who held her between Saint-Germain's wide-open thighs and his powerful cock, which was wedged between her breasts. The Count, knowing that the woman could not offer him the slightest resistance, grasped the firm and warm contours of both breasts and squeezed them tightly around his penis, trapping it better between the two breasts and continuing his movements back and forth, the slimy fluid oozing from the glans. Claire gasped at the secret pleasure the brutal touch of her breasts was giving her, and she felt her nipples becoming more sensitive and excited. Compliantly, she let Pierre's brutal hand guide her to lower her wide-open mouth to the purple tip of the penis that reached into the cleavage of her breast, and she began to suck and lick the glans greedily with even greater eagerness. All she wanted was for the torture to end before De Sade returned to his resolve and pushed his dirty, greasy finger all the way into her rectum so that she would lose all inhibitions. That would only be the beginning of her end, the end of all hope. If she had lost all control and adapted to a beast in heat, perhaps she would have suffered less, perhaps everything would have been easier. But she would lose all moral control over herself, including the ability to flee at the first opportunity.

Saint-Germain snapped her out of her thoughts, grabbed her by the back of the neck and thrust his cock all the way down her throat. He kept her from lifting her head for a few terrifying moments, during which Claire felt the rod in her throat quiver in an unearthly spasm that dissolved into the man's bestial scream as he felt the warm jet of his semen rising in the column of flesh. This scream was accompanied by a desperate sob from the woman, a moan that suddenly increased by an octave as the first spurts of semen poured down her constricted throat. The count, seized by the violent and sudden ecstasy of his orgasm, let go of the woman's hair, instinctively trying to escape her impending humiliation. The long penis suddenly detached itself from her lips, flooding Claire's face with a warm, slimy stream of whitish semen. Then the still-hard cock began to rise and fall in the narrow valley between her breasts, squeezed by the two brutal hands, spewing the entire contents of its testicles onto the white skin of the woman's chest. Violent splashes stained her neck, hair and forehead as the man laughed loudly and latched onto both of her hot breasts.

"Here, fucking bitch! Now you may rightly call yourself Dame Blanche, with all that cum covering you," Saint-Germain sneered in amusement, enjoying the pleasure of revenge.

Claire just fell unconscious on the floor and lay there almost motionless while all the other men poured their sperm over the defenceless body of their captive, Pierre briefly bent to the young woman's cum-smeared body and felt her pulse. "Monsigneurs I fear Madame will now need a longer rest".

SO I ASK THE AUDIENCE AGAIN HOW THE STORY SHOULD CONTINUE AND WILL COME TO AN END SOON

A: VON GOTHA VISITS CLAIRE IN HER DUNGEON AND UNLEASHES HIS WILDEST FANTASIES ON HER.
B: VAUXHALL AND SAN GERMAIN ALLOW CLAIRE TO RECUPERATE; AFTERWARDS SHE WILL TAKE PART IN SO-CALLED PLAYS WITH THE BLACK SERVANTS FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE PUBLIC.
C: VAUXHALL AND SAN GERMAIN ARE TIRED OF CLAIRE AND WANT TO SEE HER SLOW AND AGONISING DEATH IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE; CARRIED OUT BY THE INQUISITION'S PRIEST MONTOJA
D: THE AUDIENCE DECIDES

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[Barbaria1]

C.

 

[Nobbes25]

C, please.