French Revolution

[little_golden]

BACKGROUND

The Baroness Katrine Levac is a rich ravishing red haired beauty. She is English by birth though married into the noble Levac family in her late teens. At 5'8 she is of slightly taller stock than many of the local women. She is very fit and an accomplished rider. To the people who know her best, she is a stunning women, with huge breasts and a devilish seductive smile. Her green eyes are captivating. She had grace, wit and charm.

It was the early 1790's in a black terror stricken France. The French masses had overthrown their king and his minions. The French nobility for the most part had been executed through the guillotine, hunted down on their estates or the lucky ones had escape for more friendly European countries.

The Baroness Katrine Levac had not been so lucky. Though her husband had escaped with his life, she had been caught with her two infant sons. The People's Army had taken great delight in her capture and she had been offered a very simple choice either cooperate and reform or that she too would meet her maker through the guillotine. The thought of being executed terrified her. The thought of her capturers executing her two infant sons was enough to force her to do things to survive that she would never have otherwise entertained.

Rather than be locked in a common prison, she is paying a weekly bribe to a local "official" to remain under house arrest at her countryside estate. The local official is enjoying the situation greatly for her guards are his hand picked family and friends. Collectively they are using the Baroness for their own indulgences.

OCC I'm looking for a nasty prick to play the role of her capturer(s). You may wish to play the role of the local official or the actual guards. Your ace in the hole is that the Baroness is very vulnerable and open to suggestions to preserve herself of her young children. It is a coup for you to parade around Paris with her and to take her to bed at your choosing. But be careful, the Baroness plays her own games as well......

The story could use an evil peasant woman who has probably served the Baroness for years before the Revolution. This peasant woman wants her own payback and to have a settling of old scores.

If you are up for the challenge please post away.

 

[little_golden]

OCC... Open Roleplay... But in the absence of a male lead... I continue the story

ICC

Luc Bolduc was a vermin to her small town. At 19 years of age, he had served in the people's army now for 2 years. He was muscular, brutish, ignorant, foul, and illiterate. Though tall for a Frenchman at 6', he weighed close to 300 lbs and it was mostly muscle.

Luc had the pleasure of being the corporal, and ensuring his small band of soldiers patrolled the Baroness' estates and kept her under a close watch. He himself preferred to keep watch indoor while a dozen of his men at times kept a vigilant watch outside.

To do his duty, Luc took the opportunity to check in on his prisoner whenever he wanted. She knew who was in charge. Whenever they were alone he would remind her how close she was to meeting the guillotine. He would encourage her to denounce her own servants, old family friends and acquaintances. In his verbal reports, he frequently made up his own lies as to denouncements supposedly made by the baroness.

Corporal Bolduc was tired of just following the great lady about. He wanted his opportunity to test out the baroness in bed. Under the new law they were all equal and so he decided, the baroness and the corporal should fuck. His plan was simple.

Each day she went riding on her fine white mare. He would follow her. He would insist she stop at musket point. He'd pull her into one of the secondary barns and rape her. If she resisted he'd shoot her and claim she was shot while trying to escape......


OCC Is there a Corporal Bolduc out there? Please jump in!

 

[makofin]

Corporal Luc Bolduc

From the window, he watched as the Baroness rode off on her white mare like always. Immediately he strode out to the stable and ordered his black stallion saddled. The stable boy jumped at the command.

Hurry up, boy, or I'll have you whipped." Luc sneered, growing impatient at the wait, although he wasn't really concerned that Katrine would try to escape. She knew better. As much as she despised him, she did depend upon him for her very existence.

Luc mounted the stallion, and began to follow her. He intended to have his way with her, once and for all. Luc was tired of being tormented, and having to babysit the beautiful, pampered bitch while she paraded around in her fine, lavish gowns, like she still owned everything. At one time, this was true, Katrine and her rich, husband, who had fled, like the coward he was, did pocess nobility, position and unlimited wealth, but they had been stripped of everything by the People's Army. Yes, Baroness Katrine Levac belonged to him now, a simple commoner, and would be made to suffer accordingly.

Corporal Bulduc caught up with her easily, about two miles from the house. Their was an old abandoned barn, off in the distance, which would suit his purpose perfectly. He reined in beside Katrine, but she didn't seem to happy to see him. " Good morning, Baroness. " he smiled mockingly, bowing slightly in the saddle.

She ignored him at first, turning her pretty face away, refusing to even look at him.

" I am afraid I need your assistance, Madam, my horse has thrown a shoe. I will need you to hold him, while I replace it. He tends to be a little wild, you see. " as if proof of this, the black stallion snorted and pranced about. " Perhaps, we will find everything we need at that old barn over there." Luc nodded towards the distance.

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness was a striking figure mounted on her white mare as she galloped in a regal fashion across her husband's vast estates. She was dressed in a fancy black riding gown that flowed as she rode. The tight corset underneath enforced her perfect figure and displayed her ample breasts in a noble fashion reflecting her own pedigree. The faster she went, her own long red hair fluttered in the wind. She took great pains to ensure her looks and knew that she need to maintain what little respect remained from her her servants, and the other forced guests.

According to the local People's Committee, she was just a guest now and that they would come to seize her property and lands at the committee's convenience. She knew the reality was that no one had the authority to take it for themselves and the leaders of the revolution were secretly trying to amass wealth for their own interests. The locals were not in a rush since she still offered food, clothing, and shelter for her field workers. Her husbands lands were still partially operationally and a good source for "free" wine or other hard to get goods.

Today she trotted through the vineyards and inspected the grapes from on top of her mare. They were growing well though she wasn't sure if she would have enough workers to tend to the grapes, or to even harvest them. She suspects a good many fields would have the grapes rot on the vine. But there was little she could do about this.

Traveling further across the estates, she walked the horse through several fields of hay and smaller crops of vegetables. They had planted only a small portion of what the lands could manage. Hopefully, it would be enough to survive. It was common knowledge with so many farms and estates in ruins that there would be a famine coming.


The Baroness worried about her husband who had escaped across the sea. There were stories that he had escaped successfully but every few months someone would suggest they heard he had been apprehended. Of course, she had sent many letters across the channel in the hopes of locating her husband but they had been fruitless. She assumed the letters were being intercepted.

As she approached an old barn used mostly for haying, she was alarmed as the Corporal appeared and forced her to reign in her horse. It was arrogant for him to dare to stop her as she rode. Before the revolution, a commoner would never dare to impede a lady such as herself. This bull of a man, now acted as if he was her equal. Though he was officially her "protector" she knew that he and his men were in fact her "jailers" and acted as spies for the local committee.

Though he spoke politely, she knew he was mocking her with his smile and bow.

He spoke:

"Good morning, Baroness."

She would have preferred to ignore him. In the circumstance she waited and then replied:

"Yes.. it is a good morning... sunny and warm... a nice summer's day.... but why are you here... normally you spy on me from a distance"

The truth came spurting out of the corporal's mouth:

"I am afraid I need your assistance, Madam, my horse has thrown a shoe. I will need you to hold him, while I replace it. He tends to be a little wild, you see. "

He was my husband's horse.... You and your friends stole most of our stock of horses..... Now you're stuck out her Katrine thought to herself.

The black stallion snorted and pranced about as the corporal added:

"Perhaps, we will find everything we need at that old barn over there."

"We can't have you ride him like that he'll go lame" the Baroness spoke of concern more for the horse than the corporal. She worried that the big brute of a corporal might decide to steal her horse and force her to walk back on foot. In her big black riding gown, it could take hours, and she'd be exhausted and hot by the time she made it back to the house.

The Baroness took a look around hoping to find some workers. It was too early for the hay to be cut and stored so this area of the estate was deserted.

"Ummm... Yes... The barn would have supplies... It for haying and would still hold a good store of hay for the early summer... But there will be horse stalls on the main level and shoeing equipment" explained the Baroness. She had no idea how to shoe a horse but assumed that the big corporal would have no problem handling the problem.

"You should walk the horse to the barn" suggested the Baroness and she dismounted her own mare. Normally she would have asked for help, but she didn't want to impose for a favor of the corporal. It was awkward for a few seconds as she readjusted her black riding dress. She felt very self conscious as he felt the corporal's eyes on her cleavage as he now towered over her on his horse. With one hand she held the reigns to her mare and with the other she carried the hem of her dress.

"This way" the Baroness spoke as she walked towards the barn. She tied her mare to a post and then opened the main barn door though it creaked and resisted her gentle efforts. Inside it was dark and smelled of warm straw. She entered the bar and walked twenty feet or so before she opened a stall and turned back to see the Corporal guiding in his mount.

"Here is the stall... I would think the tools you need are in the shed.... I can hold the reigns from outside the stall" suggested the Baroness. She wasn't sure how to help him but it made sense for her to be as far away from both the corporal and the horse as possible. In the shed there was a variety of horse shoes, hammers, sickles, pitchforks and other farm implements.

Katrine had no idea that anything unexpected was about to unfold.

"Yes...

 

[makofin]

Luc

" Yes. "

Luc had lured the beautiful baroness into the empty barn, under the impression that the black stallion had thrown a shoe. What a foolish animal lover she turned out to be. It didn't surprise him, in the least, that she would put a mere animal in front of her own safety, after insisting that he walk the animal towards the barn. He led the horse into the wooden stall and tied him onto the wooden rail , pretending to inspect his hoof. Kartrine kept her distance, watching from outside the stall.

" It doesnt appear to be too serious. " he observed, releasing the stallions foreleg. Luc straightened, and slapped his leather riding gloves against his palms, as in deep thought. Casually, he approached the baroness, looking into her pretty, innocent blue eyes, smiling wickedly.

Katrine took a step backwards, for some reason, increasing the distance between them.

" You do not trust me very much, do you, Baroness Katrine Levac ? In fact, I think you despise me. "

She blushed, looking afraid, if not arrogant, and avoided looking him in the eye. She muttered some excuse, which Luc ignored. He moved a step closer, and suddenly seized her wrists. Katrine struggled and protested, resisting as expected, but Luc easily dragged her towards the wooden plank of the stall and managed to secure her rather quickly by using a leather strap. He laughed at her feeble threats, and promises of vengance.

" How dare I ? " Luc sneered, mocking her. " I can do as ever I wish, now ! You noble, wealthy aristocrats are no longer in charge. We have overthrown your kind, and have taken everything you owned. You are at my mercy, do you understand ? And where is your husband ? He has fled, leaving you here, unable to protect his own wife. "

Katrine struggled, hopelessly, against her bonds.

Luc picked up the riding crop that the Baroness had dropped upon the dirt floor. With a snarl, he lifted the hem of her long, lacy, riding gown, exposing her fine, round, creamy ass cheeks, clad only in a pair of black, but sheer, silky pantaloons. The fashionable, heeled, riding boots she wore, made her legs look even longer, if possible !

" Ahhh yes, madam, I promise, I will teach you a lesson ! " Luc swore, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic sight before him. His cock was already rock hard and thick, pressing against the strict confines of his tight, trousers !

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness was ready to assist as she stood outside of the stall in the dark barn. The smell of the hay masked all other scents in the barn. The place had a spooky silence except for the clopping sound of the corporal's horse.


Katrine felt relief when the Corporal announced:

" It doesn't appear to be too serious. "

"Thanks heavens... the Baron would be pleased.. He's a fine beast" she spoke aloud forgetting for the instant that the horse had been liberated from her husband's ownership.

She watched as the Corporal appeared to study the suggestion. Katrine was considering suggesting he walk the horse back and that she would send a rider back with a second horse. Before she could speak, a ray of light caught the Corporal's face as he moved towards her and she saw strength, determination and evil heading towards her.

The Baroness had no idea what he was thinking. It never occurred to her that her physical safety might be in danger. Nervously she took a few steps backwards in reflex to his strong steady movement towards her.

As he moved towards her, his tone and manner changed for he now spoke smugly:

"You do not trust me very much, do you, Baroness Katrine Levac ? In fact, I think you despise me. "

This was true but the Baroness remained silent. It would be stupid to agitate the corporal. They were alone. No one would hear her. No one could rescue her.

Katrine didn't reply and instead felt fear sweep across her body. She looked to the barn door and prepared to race to the barn door. If she could get on her horse she was certain she could beat the corporal in a race back to the manor. In the eyes of the corporal she knew he was looking at her as a woman and not as the great lady of the estate. It was unnerving and she blushed. She moved her eyes to avoid eye contact. She didn't want him to know she was suddenly afraid.

I'll run for it! Katrine decided but it was too late. Before she could reach for the hem of her dress, the Corporal had anticipated her retreat and had quickly grabbed at her wrists. Though she struggled and protested his audacity at touching her, the Corporal gave not a little to her. His grip was iron like and now she fully appreciated his bull like strength.

"Let me go... I demand you release me.... How dare you? Why have you grabbed me?!" the baroness yelled at the top of her lungs. She hoped by making a large enough scene he might release her or worry that others might be coming to her aid.

Instead of freeing her, the Corporal simply pulled her towards the wooden plank of the stall and tied her like a farm animal to the ring in the plank. It had been meant for securing livestock, and now the Baroness' hands were tightly secured with a long leather strap.

"How dare you! This is outrageous... You attack my honor... You are a beast!" the baroness screamed at him as she stomped her feet in frustration. The corporal laughed and laughed which added to her outrage.

The corporal's words were venomous as he sneered and mocked her with his reply:

"How dare I?... I can do as ever I wish, now ! You noble, wealthy aristocrats are no longer in charge. We have overthrown your kind, and have taken everything you owned. You are at my mercy, do you understand ? And where is your husband ? He has fled, leaving you here, unable to protect his own wife. "

The Baroness tried to free her hands but they had been secured around her wrists with a demonic like knot. She tried using her teeth but to no avail. She tried pulling out the ring but it was too strong. Though she struggled, and was tiring herself, the reality of her helplessness was becoming apparent.

"Oh no" Katrine mumbled as she turned to watch the Corporal pick up her black leather riding crop. Though she tried to fight off the corporal, he easily pushed her to the straw covered barn floor. The bastard then lifted the hem of her long, lacy, riding gown, and working through the folds of her garments exposed her fine, round, creamy derrière. She was wearing a pair of black, but sheer, silky pantaloons. The riding dress itself was now awkwardly pinning her shoulders as it was pulled up on her. He could see the cut of the black corset underneath, with its many fasteners.

"Oh no... please no" the Baroness pleaded with the corporal.

"Something else.... I can give you money"the baroness tried to buy her freedom.

The corporal seems transfixed as evidenced by the bulge in his pants. He spoke in his peasant French:

" Ahhh yes, madam, I promise, I will teach you a lesson !"

"Mercy Monsieur... I am just a woman.... Surely you would not ....." Katrine started to protest but the cruel look in his eyes as he moved towards her with the riding crop made her swallow her last few words.

"Why?" Katrine mumbled.

"Don't you dare! I will report you!" the Baroness threatened.

"My husband when he returns to France will hunt you down..... He will set the dogs upon you .... "

 

[makofin]

'' My husband, when he returns to France, will hunt you down...he will set the dogs upon you " the baroness threatened.

Luc laughed at this, like he was supposed to be afraid. Her husband was a weakling, and had abandoned his family to the their fate. Besides, he could snap the man in two if he wanted, with his bare hands, if given the chance. And who was she going to report him too ? He was in charge now, and the common people had overthrown the greedy, rich, aristocrats, and taken everything by force.

The Corporal swung the riding crop, slapping her on her high class buttocks ! She gasped, startled that he actually had the nerve to treat her so. With a smirk, he brought the crop down again, enjoying the lady's pleas for mercy ! This only served to excite him even further, watching her twist away and plead helplessly.

" Do you like being put in your place, madam ? Getting what you deserve ? '' Luc whispered in her ear, taunting her. Tired of holding up her gown, he drew his knife from his boot and cut the offending garment away, leaving Katrine in her corsett, sheer pantaloons, and riding boots.

Luc took a step backwards and admired his handiwork. She was breathtaking, words could not desribe her beauty.

" Please, don't ." she whimpered.

Luc slapped the baroness once more for good measure, if not to show her who was really in control.

'' On your knees, madam. " he ordered. Katrine hesitated at first, but must have thought better of it, and finally obeyed his command. Shoving down his silk britches, he reached in and grabbed his thick, massive and already erect cock.

" Need I tell you what I want you to do, Baroness ?

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Charles de la Rose was a priest- a pro-government priest. He had tired of having the obviously widowed or abandoned Baronness refuse his advances. Why couldn't she accept that, at least for now, she was on the bad side of the government? When public paranoia decreased, the aristocrats would be safe (if they survived that long). A priest like him, who had accepted the Civil Constitution of the Clergy, would be in a position to help her. But she didn't want to pay the price for his help, so he would just let her suffer. Then, when she was ready to see reason, he would protect her from future assaults and the guillotine. For now, he would simply watch her humiliation and grin. And stroke himself under his robe.

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness was furious at both her situation and the fact that this beast was preparing to take perverted liberties with her body. She could sense the lust in his heart and knew he would be a cruel rapist. The last thing she needed was a scandal on her honor.

A helpless descended over her as the corporal laughed off the threat of her husband. She knew it was a hollow threat since she had not had contact with her husband in several months. In her heart she knew he was alive, yet, the journey he took was hazardous and peril would have awaited him at every step. She had assumed their letters had been intercepted. On several occasions she had prepared to flee during the night, but she could not abandon her two infant children. The servants (former servants) caring for them were fiercely loyal to the revolutionaries. There was no way to get them away without detection. The guards knew she would not abandon them and so they had a hold over her.


"Oooouch!!!" Katrine screamed as the corporal brought the riding crop across her derrière. It was so demeaning. She wanted to cry but refused to give the corporal that pleasure.

Ouchhh...!!!" Katrine gasped a second time as she realized the corporal was not finished.

"Oh no ... please no Monsieur... Have mercy" Katrine pleaded to the nasty corporal.

His breath stank like a peasant as he whispered in her ear:

"Do you like being put in your place, madam? Getting what you deserve ?'

The baroness didn't reply. She wanted to call him a pig and a scoundrel. But she held her tongue nothing that to upset the corporal in her current circumstance might result in the corporal killing her after he had raped her.

Katrine gasped as she saw the knife emerge from its sheath. She assumed he was getting ready to kill her.

"Please don't kill me" Katrine begged.

"I have babies - they are 1 and 2" Katrine added. For she was a nursing mother and the lives of her children depended on her survival.

Instead of a response, she heard the sound of cutting and ripping and realized that the nasty corporal had liberated a good portion of her black riding dress. She felt cooler, and more free, now if she could get free she'd have a better chance of out running the beast.

' Luc whispered in her ear, taunting her. Tired of holding up her gown, he drew his knife from his boot and cut the offending garment away, leaving Katrine in her corset, sheer pantaloons, and riding boots.

Katrine didn't dare look back.

"Please, don't" she whimpered as she sensed what the corporal was planning.

"SLAP!" the baroness felt a hard slap to the back of her head which momentarily stunned her as stars raced about her head.

"On your knees, madam!" the corporal bellowed at her.

Katrina dropped to all fours but tried to keep her legs as tightly closed as possible.

Behind her she could sense him untying his sword and letting the scabbard slip to the ground with a slight clanking sound. Then she guessed at the silence and heard the sound of his money purse hitting the ground and she knew he had dropped his pants.

His words were dark and menacing as he spoke:

"Need I tell you what I want you to do, Baroness?"

"No" the Baroness whispered. Reluctantly she dropped her elbows to the ground and lifted her ass in the air.

"You don't want to this...." she whispered as she sensed his approach.

Katrine panicked as she imagined a sound in the barn. She hoped it wasn't another of the soldiers who had perhaps come to watch or participate....

 

[makofin]

Luc

For a moment, he looked down at the baroness who was on her knees where she belonged. Luc's cock was throbbing with lust, but at the last minute he sensed a presence behind him, maybe it was the sound of a twig snapping, or something, but he turned around to face the impending danger. To his surprise and disgust, he saw a stranger standing there, at the open barn door. Filled with fury at the interruption, his eyes fell to his scabbarb which lie at his feet. It contained both his sword and pistol.

Furious, he adjusted his trousers, and swiftly bent to retrieve his primed pistol, cocking the hammer backwards.

" What do you want, fool ? " he sneered, not trusting anyone. For a moment, he considered simply shooting the interloper, but thought better of it. Warily, he observed the man, from head to toe. He was dressed in robe and wore a gleaming cross around his neck , and looked like a man of the clergy. Not that Luc had any love for a man of the clothe, they were pacifists, but still, he relaxed, feeling that this man was non threatening.

Meanwhile, Katrine struggled to her feet, seeming somewhat relieved, if not flustered, retaining her dignity and honor.

" I'll ask you again, who are you, and what do you want ? " Luc snarled, keeping the pistol leveled and aimed at his chest.

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness was relieved at the interruption. At any second she had expected her honor to be stolen by the rascal villainous corporal. Instead, the corporal had been startled by the presence of a stranger. Sensing his new worry, she had been quick to stand up and to hide the fact that much of her black dress had been cut away. Using her full strength she pulled at the leather bonds but it was hopeless. Try as she may, her hands were tightly secured and she would not be able to flee.

She looked to the barn door and could see the shadow of a person standing in the door. The baroness had no idea whom it might be. Watching the corporal’s reaction, and seeing him reach for his pistol and sword, the Baroness expected trouble. She had no hope of a rescuer, but knew that from time to time bandits would hide in this remote barn and that from time to time straw had been stolen in the past.

I'm caught here…. The evil corporal… or potentially a thief or a gang of thieves Katrine thought as she tried to make herself more presentable.

"Monsieur" the Baroness called out unsure of whether or not she was seeing someone at the entrance. The more she looked the more she questioned whether her mind was playing tricks on her.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

"Well, it seems that you have decided to sell your body to this young soldier for pleasure and protection. So be it. By all means to continue to enjoy the young lady. I will not stop you. But just remember that I want a talk with her and something more when you're done."

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness went insane with anger as she heard the man in the doorway call out:

"Well, it seems that you have decided to sell your body to this young soldier for pleasure and protection. So be it. By all means to continue to enjoy the young lady. I will not stop you. But just remember that I want a talk with her and something more when you're done."

"You cochons (pig)!" Katrine hissed at both the corporal and the man who had made such wrong assumptions.

"This man is a beast like you... If my husband were here... He'd duel both of you to your death for this dishonor!" The Baroness hissed at the men.

"Corporal I demand that you untie me!" Katrine called out.

She was unsure how the corporal would handle the interruption.

 

[makofin]

" Corporal, I demand that you untie me ! " Katrine insisted.

This only made Luc laugh, but he lowered his pistol, feeling that this so called holy man of the church was no longer a threat. In fact, given the chance the man would probably take advantage of such a beautiful woman also. How could he resist ? In fact, hadn't she called both of them 'cochens'.

The comment about her dear, long, lost husband, dueliing him to the death only irked Luc even more ! Where was he ? No, he had fled like a coward in the night, leaving his wife and children behind, concerned about his own safety.

" Baroness, please do not underestimate me. I am prepared to teach you a lesson. Have I given you permission to get off your knees ? I think not. "

Katrine Levac glared at him, her comtempt showing.

Luc's eyes fell to the swell of her full breasts, above the corsett, rising and falling as she breathed. As frightened as she appeared, Katrine was defiant. With a twisted grin, he reached out and pinched her rosy, hard nipple, watching her wince in pain and perhaps a hint of pleasure !

She protested, but again, she knelt before him, on the dirty barn floor. Luc grabbed ahold of her long, silky hair.

" Show your respect, Baroness Levac, because I am your new master. You exist to please my every desire. Do you understand me ? You will do as you are told, if you want to survive. " Luc sneered, once again, grasping his thick, big, protruding cock and shoving it in front of her pretty face !

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness was discouraged as she watched the Corporal lower his pistol. This was bad news in that it meant that the unexpected visitor was likely was of the damned revolutions or rift raft of the peasants. She never got to see his face, but knew how awful the circumstances might look.

The corporal seemed to have lost his composure but was now getting it back as the danger to him now seemed to have passed. He spoke in a arrogant fashion:

"Baroness, please do not underestimate me. I am prepared to teach you a lesson. Have I given you permission to get off your knees ? I think not. "

Katrine glared at him with fire in her eyes. She detested this upstart. The very smell of the man told her that he had likely grown up tending to swine. To have this man teach her anything was absurd.

"You pig... You filthy pig... Release me..." Katrine tried to coerce him using her noble woman's tone and pitch.

"Ouchh... please no!" Katrine called out as he gave a twisted grin before reaching out and pinching her rosy, hard nipple. She wince in pain at the indignity. No the pig would realize that she had now lawn with her husband for some time. Her body was betraying her womanly needs. She was trying to control herself but her nipples were rock hard from fear and arousal.

The bastard of a corporal yelled out at her as he grabbed hold of her long, silky hair and tug at it:

" Show your respect, Baroness Levac, because I am your new master. You exist to please my every desire. Do you understand me ? You will do as you are told, if you want to survive. "

"Bastard!" Katrine hissed at him.

To her outrage, he simply shoved thick, big, protruding cock before her pretty face like she was a local town whore.

"Never!" the Baroness gasped. This was a complete outrage.

To her stunned horror, she felt a dozen blows, one after the other to her face and stomach. She fell over backwards from the dizziness. His slaps and punches were sufficient to melt away her resistance. No doubt she would have bumps, bruises and a swollen face to show for her defiance but she knew the corporal who have his way with her today. There would be explaining to do when they got back. She wondered what lie the corporal would tell. Would he claim he caught her trying to escape and had to subdue her or would he claim that he had fallen from her horse. It would be a week before they let her travel to the town and by then there would no evidence of the assault or rape.

The baroness, felt a weight upon her and this time she opened his swollen lips and received his monster shaft. She wasn't sure whether he groaned or not as she slowly and slowly nursed the big cock in her mouth. Katrine was no amateur and unknown to her husband she had been required to milk the late king's cock a number of times while she was at court. Slowly and deliberately she sucked it as she rocked it back and forth into her hot steamy mouth. Each time she worked it a little deeper and sucked a little harder. Her goal was simple, if she could force him to explode in her mouth, it might save her a lot of explaining of how she got pregnant, if he should be so evil as to plant his seed into her.

 

[makofin]

How dare she refuse him, and call him a disgusting swine !

Yes, the noble, rich, aristocrat bitch would pay. For years he and his family had suffered and starved, begging for the crumbs from their table, more or less, while they dined and drank wine, living lavishly, laughing at the likes of him and his kind.

Her insults and her high handed manner, only served to inflame him further. He may have been a bastard, but she was a whore, if not a married one, and would be treated as such ! Luc quickly beat her into submission, his punishment rather severe, if not distasteful.

This seemed to work, because the Baroness took his huge, meaty cock into her mouth. Beyond a doubt, Katrine Levac knew how to please a man. With a sense of power and satisfaction, Luc watched as the beautiful woman knelt before him, giving him the pleasure he felt he deserved. Her husband was probably a small man, and she was not used to such a big shaft, he thought, which caused him to swell even harder ! He glanced at the priest, who was watching with fascination, as if spellbound. The man said nothing, making no attempt to stop him or condemn the act of sin.

" Ahhh, she has a wicked tongue, father." Luc commented, and held his breath, while the lady took him deeper inside her mouth. The Baroness seemed somewhat eager now, and Luc struggled to regain his control, before he exploded.

" Stop ! " he ordered, pulling her to her feet, by her hair, once again. Luc had other plans.

She stood facing the stall, her naked, round bottom exposed.

" Spread your legs, whore ! " he hissed.

Katrine, having no choice, but to perhaps suffer another beating, obeyed his stern command. Luc fingers pinched and squeezed her fine, soft and round ass, like he owned her, before slipping between her legs and touching the slippery lips of her hot pussy.

Luc waited for the responce that was surely going to come.

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

"I'll just sit here and await your confession, my son. Then I can grant you absolution. Surely, the sin of pride of hers is greater than your sin of lust, so this humbling of her is a lesser evil. Naturally, I shall aid in her penance for pride soon," the priest finally spoke, leering at Katrine and letting the corporal know that he was not against him. The 2nd son of a minor noble, he resented being treated as less by those with titles.

"Think not that I am come to bring peace to the Earth, for I have not come to bring peace, but the sword. For I will set every man at variance with his fellow," Charles piously quoted Scripture while stroking himself.

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness could feel the anger and rage in the corporal as he fucked her mouth. She was sure there was blood dripping from her nose. There were stars in her head. It was survival that had kicked in and made her take his huge cock into her mouth and to milk it. She had closed her eyes to protect what little modesty she had left. Katrine didn't want to see the smug look in his face.

Katrine could sense from his soft groins that he ready to explode in her mouth. It would be over she thought. The humiliation would end at last. She was angry but hid it well when the bastard corporal announced:

" Ahhh, she has a wicked tongue, father."

The baroness opened her eyes and was flabbergasted to see a priest watching them. He didn't seem shocked at all and instead seemed to be watching in enjoyment. A man of God had watched and not helped her. She could not believe it.

Katrine sucked harder. She was breath hot and heavy through her nose. He lungs were aching from exhaustion. She tried to deep throat the corporal's cock to get him to release. To her surprise he yelled out as he yanked her up by her long red hair.

At his cue she stood facing the stall, her naked, round bottom exposed. Her corset had loosened in the struggle and now her huge creamy white breasts were bouncing free. They were magnificent in their glory. Never had the priest seen such a huge pair of breasts with such giant sized nipples. A thin film of milk was visible.

The Corporal hissed in an angry authoritative which suggested he would not be denied:

"Spread your legs, whore!"

Katrine hesitated the briefest of seconds before she lowered her bum to the straw covered barn floor. As he towered over her with his enormous erection she slowly opened her legs to reveal her amazing red pubic patch. As she spread her legs under his gaze, she felt her muscles tense and given the awkwardness, she was forced to hold her own legs apart while she waited for his approach and eventual penetration.

Lowering her eyes, she gasped when she heard the priest announce:

"I'll just sit here and await your confession, my son. Then I can grant you absolution. Surely, the sin of pride of hers is greater than your sin of lust, so this humbling of her is a lesser evil. Naturally, I shall aid in her penance for pride soon."

The baroness growled in the direction of the priest for his audacity and arrogance. The thought of him watching and waiting made her feel more dirty and more like a whore than the lady she was.

Looking up at the priest, she could see him inspecting her body. He was leering at her like a dog about to penetrate a bitch in heat. When he spoke again, she felt her face was red with shame and anger. He announced in his priest like manner:

"Think not that I am come to bring peace to the Earth, for I have not come to bring peace, but the sword. For I will set every man at variance with his fellow."

The pig of a priest was actually stroking himself as he watched the crude interlude between the corporal and the baroness.

"You do your kind a disservice Father!" the Baroness mumbled to the priest. She had no idea what was in store for her.

 

[makofin]

It was a sight to behold, the high born and proud baroness with her legs spread wide, like a helpless bitch in heat.

Grinning, he knelt down, his finger touching the pink lips of her slick pussy. She struggled against the bonds, turning her pretty face away in shame, refusing to look at him or the priest. It was almost as if he had given his blessing, but Luc hardly cared. Katrine cursed both of them, but it did not matter. She was wet, despite her protests, and he could feel her heat. Not only that, but her breasts had broken free of the corsett, and her rosy nipples were stiff with desire.

Luc toyed with her, his middle finger exploring the silky, tightness of her cunt, while the holy man watched, stroking himself beneath his robe. If given the chance, Luc would have made love to her with his tongue and lips, like every good Frenchmen would, but this was not the time, nor the place. Perhaps later, when she warmed his bedchamber. Besides, his cock was aching to be inside her tight, hot pussy ! He had waited years, it seemed.

" Watch, priest, while I fuck this beautiful, married whore ! " Luc hissed, his huge, beefy cock pressing against the flaming, red haired, entrance of her delicate cunt.

Baroness Katrine Levac pleaded, begging him not too. She tried to twist away, which only served to entice him even more. He laughed, entering about an inch or so, at first, the thick, head of his shaft spreading her apart.

Sneering, he went deeper, and began to thrust !

" That's it , fuck my horse cock, Baroness ! " Luc encouraged, as she began to respond by moving her hips, despite herself.

 

[little_golden]

The Baroness knew that the Corporal was fully in charge by the way he roughly spoke to her and cruelly manipulated her body for his own self indulgence. She could feel the raw power and heat emanating from their bodies. The barn itself now felt like as if waves of intense heat has overheated the building. The straw was a great insulator.

It was utter humiliation for the Baroness. For a married woman to be copulating with a man other than her husband was a grave sin. For a lady of any caliber to be fraternizing with a peasant, even if forced into it, was a most serious breach of social etiquette. For a priest to be watching her humiliation was as if she had an audience of hundreds witnessing her rape and submission. She sensed from the priest that this situation was her own fault. Somehow the priest must feel that she either provoked the corporal or that she had somehow seduced the corporal against his better judgment.

Forcing her eyes open, despite her shame, she could now watch the priest doing the unthinkable as he groped at his own body, while he stared at Katrine’s body. She could read from his eyes that he intended to punish her for her wicked ways. She half expected that the priest would insist upon her immediate confession of sins and then issue her some sort of penance as atonement for her sins. In the back of her mind, she wanted to protest that the whole incident of adultery was not of her doing, but she knew the priest would have deaf ears to her explanation.

“Ooooooooooooohhhhh” Katrine screamed out at the top of her lungs as the corporal forced into her sweet fiery pussy his enormous monster of a horse cock. His words echoed over and over in her mind “horse cock… horse cock…. horse cock”.

Momentarily her mind escaped from the rape she was enduring. At his forcing his big monster cock slid deeper and deeper into her welcoming pussy. She no longer objected at all. In fact, despite her efforts at self control, unconsciously she was tightening on his shaft, to give him a delicious ride, as she was now doing her best to facilitate their coupling as she now lifting her legs higher in the air. The rocking motion continued at a gentle temp for several minutes as the corporal took his time and milked his own pleasure from her body.

While he enjoyed the full delights of her wet fiery pussy, her loves juices flowed forth allowing him the opportunity to pick up his the rate and intensity of his thrusts. With each deep thrust she now screamed out a deafening moan of pleasure that further excited both the corporal and the priest.

Her mind drifted away as she realized the horse cock had plunged into her over and over again and she was helpless to its onslaught. Her body further tingled with sexual excitement as she recalled as a younger woman, unknown to her parents, she had watched a stallion mount a mare. Her eyes had been riveted to the massive cock of the horse and the ease at which the mare had accommodated the stallion while she had watched.
Today she related all too well to that mare.

The Baroness bit her soft succulent bottom lip as she tried to regain control of her body. Her body was quivering and shaking under the touch of the corporal. She had initially expected a short fast copulation, but instead the corporal was taking his time, and seemingly enjoying the different heights of her responses to his efforts. She didn’t want to give into her own need to explode her love juices, and it was pride that allowed her to hold back. But in so doing, the corporal benefited greatly as he continued to force the Baroness to moan and cry out for more.

Just when she thought the corporal would explode with her in a mutual passionate climax…..

 

[makofin]

Luc Bulduc knew he was in heaven !

Words could not describe what he was experiencing, as his cock pounded, again and again, into the now submissive female underneath him. At times, he stopped thrusting, feeling her tight, hot, and wet cunt grip his massive manhood. This served to drive him into a frenzy, and Luc struggled to maintain control !

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the priest had moved closer, but truthfully, he could have cared less ! Luc felt Katrine's pussy spasm, and the hot, liquid heat coat his large shaft. He paused, staring down at his victim, eyeing her milky, white breasts, and her tender, but rosy, stiff nipples.

Unable to resist, he lowered his mouth, his tongue licking and caressing Katrine's sensitive flesh. She twisted away, cursing him, doing her best to avoid his mouth, but to no avail. Luc's teeth teased her into further submission, as her body betrayed itself.

Finally, tiring of the torment, he rose to his knees, and shoved his cock deeper into her excited, dripping cunt, burying it to the hilt !

" Now, my lady, I am going to give you something your worthless, pathetic husband never could. Something I have waited years to do. "

Luc withdrew slowly, and paused, before he began to plunge, powerfully, fucking her, further and deeper, faster and harder...

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[SEVERUSMAX]

Charles watched the whole incident, and could tell that the woman was enjoying more than she protested. She prostituted herself for her safety. And she loved it. In flagrante delicto was the Latin phrase that occurred to him, and he knew much Latin, being a priest. He was no longer the naive scion of minor nobility who had been educated by monks. He was instead a rather worldly, jaded secular cleric.

He had heard too many confessions, witnessed too many crimes, held it all in. He still believed in God. He also regarded God as insane. There was no other explanation for the way that the world was. God was a lunatic, and the whole Cosmos was being affected by his madness. Insanity explained half of Scriputure, come to think of it. He realized that God had been mad for millenia. Why else would he demand belief as a price for avoiding endless torture, and sacrifice his son instead of commuting the penalty altogether? Why else would he allow divorce and polygamy in one part of Scripture and forbid them in another? Why else would he make sensuality a sin? He must be insane.

Well, if he was going to serve a lunatic Deity and follow the prescribed rituals, then he would do it to his own ends, and pick and choose what parts of Scripture to obey. That would NOT include the rules on sexuality. God was a lunatic, and lunatics couldn't always be allowed to have their own way.

Charles stroked himself and looked forward to his share of the sensual pleasure, even as he watched the Baroness service the corporal. The world was changing, and for the better. Sure, things would be rough for a while, but Man was finally taking charge and imposing HIS will on Earth. No more titled lords and ladies running amok. Sure, they were being abused, as here with the Baroness. But she had not fought it for long. Clearly, she craved the corporal after all. And, besides, some payback was due to people like her, who had always looked down their noses at peasants like the corporal and untitled nobles like himself.

 

[little_golden]

The bastard of a corporal was cruelly using and abusing the poor helpless baroness who hands were still tied to the posts adjoining the horse's stall. She held her legs as best she could though her arms were now aching. Katrine knew she could not hold back any longer or deny him his moment of climax. Her body was quivering in sexual passion. The stall stank of sex and sweat. She didn't understand the over excitement of her body. She was panting with exhaustion. Her body was glistening with perspiration and her long hair was now wet and sticky.

To her frustration, she needed to open her eyes for the wicked corporal as again slamming his shaft into her with such speed and intensity she was sure she'd be bruised. His big balls were slapping at her and there was a strange slapping sound that accompanied each of his hard plunges into. Looking up, she grunted in response to the latest plunge of the corporal though she hissed at the priest since he kept moving closer and closer to them. It was so strange to see him playing with his own cock as the corporal raped her. She could taste her own salty blood that was now dried and caked to her face.

The bastard... How dare he... The lowlife pig!... How can he do this... Why does my body crave it so.... Has the priest bewitched me... Is this punishment from God? Katrine pondered in a lucid moment before the deep plunges of the monster cock again broke her concentration.

Unable to control herself she bucked wildly on the corporal's cock. Her fine noble pussy spasmed and she screamed out in her own ecstasy. With her splash of hot love juice, the Corporal's monster cock became a demon as he pounded faster and faster. She could see him starting at her milky white breasts, and her tender rosy stiff nipples.

Exhausted she expected the corporal to pull out and spread his seed on his own hand. At worst he would explode within her like a volcano erupting down a mountain side.

Will he be a gentleman and pull out or will he be a bastard and fill me? Oh the scandal if she should put with child... Oh... How would I explain that to my husband... to society... or even to the servants.... I'll be the laugh of the countryside.... the Baroness panicked.

To her surprise, the Corporal lowered his mouth and slippery hot tongue began licking and caressing Katrine's sensitive flesh.

Katrine moaned in response to his touch though she wished she could hide her body's response.

"Please no... not that... please" she begged of the corporal. It was double meaning begging him to stop the torment to her now sore pussy and her overexcited nipples.

Katrine was exhausted. Her lungs ached. She thought the ordeal was over. She was unsure if the corporal had filled her with his seed or not. Perhaps he couldn't she secretly prayed. He slowed down and she hoped he was about to pull out.

To her shock and dismay, he changed positions and rose to his knees and he now shoved his monster cock deeper, at a slightly different angle into her excited, dripping cunt, burying it to the hilt!

"Uuughhhhh!" the Baroness grunted as she felt ever part of his plunge in her sore wet pussy. Unable to hold her legs up. She let them fall helplessly to the ground. She was pinned by his body and his monstrous cock impaled her.


"Please no more" Katrine begged.

"Even punishment.... I've yield" she moaned as she looked for mercy. She was exhausted. Any clothing still remaining on her was hot, wet and very heavy. Her body was on fire and she could only wish for a cool bucket of water to be dumped over her to help cool her.

To her disbelief the corporal announced:

"Now, my lady, I am going to give you something your worthless, pathetic husband never could. Something I have waited years to do. "

"What is that?" the Baroness asked in disbelief that there was more a man could do to her.

It was then she knew that the corporal cock was still very hard and alive. He hadn't fired his wad of cum into her and he hadn't tried to release himself in his ultimate pleasure. Instead, the corporal pulled out slowly and then plunged his massive cock like a ramrod into a cannon, plunging powerfully, fucking her harder, further and deeper, faster and harder.

It was unbearable the the baroness and she simply gave out a long loud moan. The beast was forcing her tired lifeless body back into a new forced sexual frenzy. She didn't think she could perform a second time. Never in her life had she orgasmed a second or multiple time. This time she couldn't match his strokes or even hold herself up. The corporal set his own pace and she like a lifeless rag dog took his cock deeper and faster as he used her sore pussy. The fiery red pubic bush was soaking in her own sweat and was matted flat from his pounding of his large body. Her leg muscles ached from the stretching he gave her. Her body quivered under his touch and waves of pleasure swept again through her feminine body. She forced off her own remaining clothing otherwise she knew she would faint from the heat. As best she could she tried to make herself more comfortable as he used her. Unknowingly held her own big nipples to maximize her own pleasure in the final moments. She didn't see the grin on the priest's face and never would she have guessed at his conclusion or that he was waiting in peace for his turn.

"Ohhhhh... Ooooooo.... Aaaaaaaaaa... Oh no... AAAAA" she screamed knowing that the passionate physical response had again been triggered by the beastly corporal's expert touch.

"You are a bad man to do this to me" Katrine hissed.

 

[makofin]

" You are a bad man to do this to me. " Katrine admonished, after creaming on his massive member once again.

" You are correct...I am a man....unlike your coward of a husband, Baroness, who fled his country...leaving his beautiful wife behind. " Luc replied, his breathing labored. It filled him with great satisfaction to know that he, a former but mere peasant, was dominating this married, beautiful, aristocractic female, making her submit, in front of a priest, at that. In spite of her protests and denials, her cunt was wet and excited, and it was apparent that she was fucking him back, moving on his hard member.

" Now, it is my turn ! " he grunted, gritting his teeth. The sight of her with her legs spread, behaving as a common village whore, combined with the feel of her hot cunt was too much for him, and Luc's whole powerful body shuddered, and he exploded deep inside, spilling his seed.

Drained, spent and sweating, he relaxed for a moment, and then slowly withdrew, his chest heaving. Finally, finding his strength, he stood, tucking his shiny big cock back into his trousers. Turning to the priest he said, " Do what you wish, father, but remember she is mine. From now on, she will service me, whenever I want. She will shine my boots, and warm my bed, until I tire of her. Yes, Baroness Katrine will be my slave. "

He leaned back against the stall, folding his arms across his chest, waiting for what was to happen next.

 

[little_golden]

Katrine was lost as to what would happen next.

The corporal was arrogant as he scolded her:

"You are correct...I am a man....unlike your coward of a husband, Baroness, who fled his country...leaving his beautiful wife behind. "

The baroness continued to respond in a loud manner to his efforts. It had been the longest session of fucking that the Baroness had ever experienced. The corporal and his horse cock had overwhelmed and punished her. Just when she thought it would never end, the Corporal gritted his teeth and declared:

" Now, it is my turn!"

Looking up, Angie could see that his announcement had further caught the attention of the priest who seemed as eager as the corporal for the finale.

The corporal was eyeing her naked body and basking in the sight. Never had a man used her so. Never had a man taken her against her wishes. Never had a man beaten her.

"Oooooooo!" she screamed aloud in panic, as she pushed her legs a little wider as he cock twitched and shuddered with her wet hot fiery pussy. Then he erupted and the hot lava from his monster cock filled to capacity and beyond.

Oh my... he's like a river... I've got to stop him... I've got to clean it out the Baroness worried.

Angie cried soft tears which rolled down her cheeks.

The corporal flowed within her and made his own animal like sounds of satisfaction. When he was finished Angie didn't move. When he pulled out, it felt as if part of her body was being pulled out too. There was a mess of his white sticky cum now dripping from her sweet pussy and off is monster cock.

Without a word to her, and no apology or expression of remorse, he slipped into his trousers and pulled them up.


"Bastard!" Angie hissed at the corporal. She didn't care if he slapped her one more time. She'd have a hard time explaining her bruised face and limping. If the priest told the truth, maybe, the local People's Committee would hear her charge that the corporal had raped her. If only the king were still in power this rapist would be punished swiftly. She had earned favor with the King. Even if her husband was back, the corporal would pay dearly for this injustice.

Angie closed her eyes and lay in a naked heap on the barn floor. She didn't bother to close her legs. They were too heavy to move. She needed air to cool down and wished for water. She knew there was a stream not far away, and when the men left that would be her first stop. She was so tired and hot, it was hard to keep her eyes open and to stay awake.

Angie was in utter disbelief as the corporal told the dirty priest:

"Do what you wish, father, but remember she is mine. From now on, she will service me, whenever I want. She will shine my boots, and warm my bed, until I tire of her. Yes, Baroness Katrine will be my slave. "

"Never... " Katrine hissed as she came alive again. The priest seemed excited at the opportunity. The corporal simply leaned back against the stall, folding his arms across his chest, and waited.

"Father... You will save me.... You must... You saw what this beast did to me... He raped me... " Katrine pleaded. Now she quickly closed her legs trying to be more modest.