Rigoletto! (Verdi please forgive us)

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A closed thread and a challenge in more ways than one for Delicious Maiden and Ariosto...


As a public service to the patrons of LIT, many of whom have confessed to me an alarming dearth of knowledge regarding the rich and lusty world of OPERA…(though some did say they’d been to the Grand Old…or had seen Tommy)…The Bel Canto Association of Literotica is proud to present for the first time on these pages it’s production of…
Giuseppi Verdi’s immortal RIGOLETTO!

This is the tragic story of a misshapen, hunch backed, generally obnoxious court jester (Rigoletto), the tender love he has for his scrumptious, sexy, sometimes virginal daughter Gilda and the terrible fate to which his inept blundering and her mindless passion for the lust crazed, arrogant, almost insufferable Duke of Mantua, will lead them.

Other notable characters include;

Count Ceprano and his wife, who together or apart will do ANYTHING to gain the good graces of the Duke.

The hapless Count of Monterone whose fate will be to witness the tasteless defilement of his wife the Countess Monterone.
Does she protest too loudly?

The fearsome, diabolical and strangely magnetic thug Sparafucile and his equally fearsome, diabolical and incredibly sexy sister Maddalena...ohhh Gypsy love!

Finally there is Giovanna, Gilda’s nurse and duenna, a lusty, seasoned gal who has been at the ‘service’ of and ‘servicing’ the Court for many years.


Due to budget considerations all female parts in this production will be played by Delicious Maiden the famed British Diva, last sceen in Sir Lionel Lloyd’s production of The Magic Flute…and oh how she played it!
The aging baritone Ariosto, who was last on the operatic stage in Verdi’s original production of Rigoletto, in which he played an unnamed usher, will play all the male parts...he still has a few that work!


And so...

Rigoletto, an opera in four acts.

Act One, Scene One,
In the Court of the Duke of Mantua (a very randy fellow indeed)


A grand ball is taking place! A fete extraordinaire!
The Duke, a robust, virile black bearded young man, enters with the ravishing Countess Ceprano on his arm. The crowd of courtiers including her husband the Count Ceprano hovers about them like gaudy butterflies around the honeysuckle bush. Urged on by all, including the grotesque court jester Rigoletto, the lusty Duke proceeds to have his way with the lovely Countess while singing the immortal aria Questa o Quella (This one or that one).

The festivities are interrupted by the appearance of the unfortunate Count Monterone, dragged into the ballroom in chains to watch the eagerly anticipated ravishment of his wife, the bodacious Countess Monterone, by the entire assembly.

The first scene ends with the Countess’ immortal aria Calmatevi (Restrain yourself!) and the answering chorus Che Festa! Che Festa!(What a party!)


The Curtain opens...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

My thanks to Ari for his much exalted introduction!

The challenge awaits us.

I pray the indulgence of the audience as we settle into our characters and weave our tale around Verdi's great masterpiece...

As previously described, the opening scene is the Duke's court where our Countess foolishly believes that she has been most skilled in capturing the Duke's attention and favour.

Such a vain, self-assured lady is "bound" to cumm to a sticky end... ::ggls::

Enter stage right ...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Countesse Elena de Ceprano

The Countess surveyed the scene before her with smug satisfaction.
She had heard much of the court balls and now, finally here she was, by personal invitation of the Duke himself: Here “they” were rather.
She felt the tightening of the hand on her wrist and bit back a sigh.
She turned and raised her face to give a brilliant smile to her husband.

”Have a care Elena,”

His whisper was urgent as his eyes darted about the room
Elena followed his glance.
This was the Duke’s kingdom, although his courtiers seemed lost in self-indulgent debauchery, there were ears and eyes everywhere.

”Do not worry, my husband,”

Elena assured him smoothly.

”Have we not found acceptance and favour with the Duke?
Is this not the triumph we have been working towards for weeks?”

She purred coquettishly and watched her husband’s eyes light up as they raked over her figure.
She knew that the midnight blue dress she wore showed her pale skin and long blonde hair off to perfection.
The question was, had she dressed to impress her husband or to capture the Duke’s attentions?

”Just be sure that the … price … does not exceed that which as my wife you should be willing to pay.”

Elena dropped a kiss on her husband’s cheek and continued to soothe him with soft words.
Soft words, which masked her irritation.
What price was she willing to pay?
Her husband was a man of means.
Financially they lacked for nothing.
Older than her, certainly, but that was usually the way in society these days.
The match had been carefully arranged; the combination of his money and her breeding made them a force to be reckoned.
Now, they merely sought the Duke’s favour to secure their status.

To outsiders, the Count and Countess Ceprano seemed an ideal couple.
Indeed, they complimented each other splendidly.
Elena’s beauty was widely praised as was her virtue and fidelity to her husband.
Even if any had dared question, Elena would never have admitted to being disappointed in the match.
She would never declare that her husband’s performance in the bedroom was, at best, “functional”.

”Calm yourself, husband. I can handle our friend the Duke..”

Smiling smugly, she stepped deliberately away from him and entered a circle of young men who immediately drew her into their conversation.
Elena smiled softly as the circle enveloped her.
Animated swains all vied for her attention.
Demure and ladylike as ever, Elena nodded and smiled, knowing that none of that group would overstep the bounds of decency.

Even as she stood, allowing the group to amuse her, the question nagged at her mind.

Was she so sure that the Duke would keep within the limits of propriety?

Elena had to admit that she had enjoyed the Duke’s single-minded pursuit of her.
He was gallant and charming and rash.
She had not confided to her husband just how persistent and emboldened the Duke’s advances had become recently, yet evidently, as his whispered warning testified, even the distractions of the court jester had not prevented her husband from noticing that the Duke's conduct was not entirely seemly considering she were a married woman.
Above all else, Elenor valued her reputation.
It was her demure aura, the fact that she was "untouchable" that enabled her to enjoy the attentions of her "admirers" without compromising her husband.

Perhaps it was time to take her leave.
‘Twas better to leave the Duke wanting than to give him a surfeit of her presence.

”Countess..?”

Turning Elena found herself looking into the eyes of the Duke.
Colour briefly flooded her cheeks, but she easily recovered her composure.
Automatically she took the arm he held out to her, forgetting in an instant her intention to excuse herself as soon as possible.

”My Lord Duke … your court is indeed filled with lively and amusing entertainment …”

She complimented smoothly with a smile to the companions who but moments ago had drawn her into their circle.
As if sensing that their presence was no longer needed, they melted away.
She glanced over to find her husband seemingly deep in conversation with the court jester.

”Your husband too finds our company amusing I believe..?”

Elena smiled softly at the Duke’s casual enquiry and decided that this was the perfect opportunity to take her leave.

”Indeed Sir, we are both honoured to attend, yet I fear we must soon be on our way.
My husband grows impatient to return, I fear business as ever calls him homeward..."

 

[ariosto]

The Duke and the Fool


"Look at the boobies on the Countess M'Lord! Two sweet ripe mellons... I'll bet you'd like to get your hands on them!"

From his vantage at the top of the curving marble staircase the Duke had a marvelous view of Elena de Ceprano's fabled, coveted and poeticaly celebrated breasts. The indigo gown she was wearing tonight seemed more to be launching them into harms way than veiling them at all.
He could also see her husband standing apart from the small galaxy of admirers that surrounded her but never taking his eyes away for very long.

"Ahh...but the count might have something to say about that."
He handed his empty wine glass to the piebald hunchback at his side.

"Oh no, M'Lord. He'd make her your whore in a trice if he thought he could warm his arse in your noble radiance."
The Duke looked down sharply at the grotesque creature. Something in his tone...something in his eyes.
Gone in an instant.

"That he would..that he would!
Here, I'll fetch you more wine! You'll need it! Stiffens the Rod, that good sweet red from Campagna...you'll see!"
Rigoletto, scampered down the stairs like a monkey, somersaulting the last two and landing with a thump at the Countess' pretty slippered feet.
He made a deep bow, brushing the floor with his jesters cap of tinkling bells and winking slyly before bounding off to the heavy laden serving tables.

"Countess...?"
The Duke like many large men could move with grace and silence, the young swains around her had melted away like morning fog.
Elena spun around blushing at the sound of the familiar voice and the appraising gaze of his laughing eyes.
He was a charming, he was handsome. So very unlike...

"My Lord Duke … your court is indeed filled with lively and amusing entertainment!"

He laughed,
"If your talking about that wretch Rigoletto then you must broaden your amusements Countess.
The man is hopeless!"
He offered his arm and she took it, the hard feel of muscle excited her.

"Your husband too finds our company amusing I believe..?"
Ceprano was in fact in animated conversation with the fool.
”Indeed Sir, we are both honoured to attend, yet I fear we must soon be on our way.
My husband grows impatient to return, I fear business as ever calls him homeward..."

He seemed not to hear, but continued to guide her across the room.
They passed the Count, who bowed deferentialy and cast Elena a meaningful glance.
The Duke bent close, his breath warm against her ear.
"He is terribly jealous of you isn't he?"

How should she answer that!

"I would be too. Your the blushing rose of Mantua. All the young men of my court are in love with you."

They were at the wide doors that led out to the terrace. The cool evening air whispered across her flushed skin. The fragrance of night flowers was intoxicating.
"Would he mind if we stepped outside for a moment? It's damnably hot in here."

The noise in the Great Chamber had dropped suddenly and every eye was turned in their direction.
The smile on the jester's face was as wide as the crescent moon.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Countesse Elena de Ceprano

Elena felt the hard muscle of the Duke’s arm beneath her hand and managed to repress a shiver of awareness.
She walked beside him and watched her husband acknowledge their presence.
She was pleased to see that he kept his worries to himself, his response to the Duke being all she could wish, the very image of an appreciative courtier.
She had to school her face to remain impassive, however as, by contrast, the glance he threw her was heavy with unspoken admonishments.
Even as she congratulated herself on hiding her annoyance, she felt the Duke lean nearer to murmur with intimate confidentiality.

"He is terribly jealous of you isn't he?"

Eleana could not fully hide her shock at his accurate observation.
Denials, explanations raced around in her head, but she merely flushed deeply and made no comment.
The Duke added smoothly.

"I would be too. You’re the blushing rose of Mantua.
All the young men of my court are in love with you."

She raised her eyes to his then, her hot embarrassment turning to a flush of pleasure at his words.
She was flattered, but also grateful that he had moved swiftly on from his previous observation and spared her from making any indiscrete comments.

"Would he mind if we stepped outside for a moment? It's damnably hot in here."

Therese looked across the room and surveyed her husband now surrounded in company of his own. Seemingly he had dismissed his concerns and trusted her to handle the situation.

”I am not sure if he would mind, but as he seems … distracted … perhaps he would not note my absence … for a moment…”

Elena responded demurely, cognizant that her husband may disapprove of her actions and disagree with her judgement, but still she was sure that seeking some air to cool her still burning cheeks could not be viewed as anything other than being perfectly respectable.

”Then… shall we…?”

The gallant offer was made and Therese nodded easing her body closely against the Duke’s to pass through the open doorway.

She did not see the Duke glance behind him, or his exchanged gaze with Rigoletto.
She was unaware of the attention many of the guests focused on them.
Neither was she aware that her husband, following the glances of his fellow partygoers turned just in time to see his wife slipping outside with their host.

Certainly she did not see the Duke's smug smile as he met her husband's angry frown.

The Count de Ceprano fumed powerlessly as he watched the Duke follow Elena out into the moonlit terrace.
One thing was certain.
Having seen the Duke's unguarded expression, Ceprano knew that his sights were set on Elena!

Silently he cursed his wife's foolishness.
If only Elena realised the danger her reputation and virtue was in!
All he could do now was pray that she could resist the Duke's charms until such a time that he could intervene and insist they return to the safety of their home!

 

[ariosto]

In Questo Giardino and a platter of eels


Perhaps the rumours were true. Perhaps the Duke did raise flowers whose scent was a powerful aphrodisiac. Certainly
the fragrance was intoxicating as they stepped out of the ballroom and onto the narrow veranda. She held his arm tightly as he guided her towards a small table where a lamp flickered and a bottle of wine had been set with two goblets of Florentine glass.
The uproar behind them seemed to fade away and she became aware of the gentle music of a mandolin wafting upwards from the garden below.
It was a scene set for seduction which she realised all the more when she saw the recessed bower behind the table, a bower nearly filled with a wide soft bed covered in black velvet.
All her husbands admonitions suddenly came back to her and she hesitated.
The Duke turned to her with his warmest and most engaging smile.
She started to speak but he held his finger to his lips.
"Shhhhh...listen to the music. I had this piece composed especially for you."

Then taking both her hands in his he began to sing softly in the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard...

'In questo giardino che ho li amava
Molti e molto una notte senza estremità...'

(In this garden I have loved you
Many and many a night without end...)



Inside the ballroom, the Count had had quite enough. The arched glances in his direction, the whispered comments and the gleeful anticipation of the courtiers as they did all but shatter the thin doors to the veranda with their heated attentions, raised an unpolitic rage within his soul.
Slamming his wine down on the table with enough force to crack the stem, he made as if to rush the shadowy figures outside.

But a platter of eels, swimming in a hot greasy, cream sauce somehow catapulted out of Rigoletto's hands and emptied it's full steaming contents over the shouders and back of Count Ceprano.
The man was stunned! He stood there dripping the malignant mess onto the ballroom floor, before being surrounded by the Dukes psychophants all chorusing their outrage at the Jester's unbelievable clumsiness!
Ceprano tried to break free, to strangle the obnoxious fool, but found himself surounded, being pushed away by the courtiers who were insisting on giving him a new wardrobe at the Duke's expense.

Back again at the top of the stairs Rigoletto watched gleefully as Ceprano was pushed from the ballroom by the Duke's simpering and attentive men. His mishapen face broke into a grin and he scurried over to a special place he knew of from which he'd watched in perfect clarity the numerous conquests his master had made within that candlelit bower.



"In questo giardino siete mine."

(In this garden you are mine)

As the Duke finished the song, Elena's trepidations had melted away like candlewax. She fancied she could see the stars in his deep dark eyes.
He moved her close to the table now and the bower no longer looked so dangerous to her.
He poured the goblets full and offered her the blood red wine.
Her hand trembled as she took it.

He leaned close his lips nearly bruhing hers.
"Did you like my song carissima?", he whispered.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elena de Ceprano

As soon as she stepped through the doorway onto the veranda, Elena remembered her husband’s warnings.

She looked about her.
A woman of her experience recognised a scene set for seduction:
The subtle play of the mandolin lulled her mind, whilst the intoxicating aroma of the flowers flooded her senses.
They were totally cut off from the clamour and the eyes of the court.

But instead of pulling away, of turning back to the safety of the heated animated room, Elena held more tightly onto the Duke’s arm.
She allowed herself to be guided towards the small table.
She allowed him to wrap a steadying arm about her as Elena wordlessly took in the scene before her.
Her eyes passed over the two goblets set before them, but as she began to raise her eyes to his, she found her gaze distracted by the sight of the bower just behind the table.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Colour suffused her face.
Her mouth opened wide in a silent “oh” as she saw the bed.
The bed was wide and luxurious, tempting beyond belief and wickedly adorned in black velvet.

Elena knew she must get out of this situation and quickly too!
Somehow she had to make her excuses, to return to her husbands’ side.
Even he could not have imagined how cleverly the Duke would set the scene.
Elena dragged her eyes away from the bed, realising that they had become transfixed.
Her eyes met the Duke’s. His smile, so warm, so seductive.
Elena licked her lips and steeled her senses against him.
She opened her mind to speak, but was halted by the light pressure of his finger on her lips.

"Shhhhh...listen to the music. I had this piece composed especially for you."

Elena felt both her cheeks flood with colour.
She closed her eyes briefly fighting the impulse to suck that finger into her mouth, to taste it to …
God, what was she thinking?
His hands were around hers.
His touch was warm, strong, his thumb moved tantalizingly across her flesh leaving a scorching awareness.
Then his voice …

'In questo giardino che ho li amava
Molti e molto una notte senza estremità...'

(In this garden I have loved you
Many and many a night without end...)

The words were bold, erotic, full of promise.
He painted scenes she had only dreamt of in her adolescence before the servitude of the arranged marriage had made her face the reality of her lot.
On and on the notes caressed her ears, even as the Dukes eyes reached into Elena’s soul, by-passing the alarm bells that were going off in her mind.
Over and over her mind screamed to get out of there, to remove herself, to have a care for her honour, but to no avail.
Common sense was cast aside.
She watched as if hypnotised as he sung, as he wooed her, as he tempted…
One hand captured her two small ones, leaving on free to lightly touch a cheek, to brush away a lock of hair, to - accidentally - brush against a breast as he returned his hand to hers.

"In questo giardino siete mine."

(In this garden you are mine)

The notes of the song faded into the heavy silence of the night.
The Duke held Elena’s gaze unwaveringly.
She stared, quite unnerved.
Nothing in her experience had prepared her for such a situation.
Her pretended sophistication feel away, the untouchable Countess was stripped bare, the Duke seeing her for the needy, unfulfilled young woman she truly was.
His eyes sparkled with the realisation of her vulnerability.

The arm about her drew her into the bower.
She watched as the Duke filled the two glasses with blood red wine.
His eyes never seemed to leave hers.
It was as if he had enchanted her with his gaze, his touch, his voice.

Elena felt her hand tremble as she took the proffered goblet.
She broke the gaze then, staring into the ruby depths.
Looking up as she felt his breath on her cheek, she heard the hoarse whisper as he enquired.

"Did you like my song carissima?"

Elena nodded then found her voice.

”Very much, My Lord … you are a very … skilled singer …. “

Elena stumbled over the words, trying to mask the effect his voice had had on her.

”… and the composition was … “

Words failed her.

”Was…”

He prompted.

”Do tell me, Countess, “

The correctness of the way he addressed her, belied the intimacy of his tone.

”How did you find my composition … Elena?”

Elena’s fingers clasped tightly about the goblet as she struggled not to spill its contents. His voice caressed her name.

”.. spellbinding … my Lord … ”


The confession was drawn out of her, her voice but a hoarse whisper.

”But it is I who am under your spell … you cannot fail to be aware of how irresistible you are, how can a man fail but be drawn to all you have to offer? … “

The Duke spoke softly as he drew her beyond the chairs and settled her at the edge of the bed.

”Now drink, Elena.
It is good to admire fine wine.
To admire its movements, its fluidity as it is poured out.
And then again, see how it sits in the crystal.
It’s hues and depths merely hinted at as it awaits our lips.
Only on tasting will we truly begin to appreciate the fullness it has to offer…”

Elena listened to his words, knowing full well what image he was laying before her.
She allowed him to tip the goblet and drank deeply as the wine was guided into her mouth.

Even as the glass was righted, the Duke covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply before flicking a tongue across her lips, tasting the wine she had just consumed.

”With a fine wine as with a fine woman, it would be a waste not to partake fully once the bottle is .. uncorked… “

 

[ariosto]

He saw in her softening expression that the song had gotten to her and made a mental note to pay Ariosto a few more ducats. All librettists needed money.
The Duke was trying not to devour her too greedily with his eyes and tried with noble determination to keep from tearing the blue fabric from her glorious breasts...her utterly divine breasts...and burrowing his face between them.
She sat on the black velvet a delicious confection in azure and rosy flesh waiting to be savored.

He reached out and his fingers touched hers, the wine in the goblet trembled.

”Now drink, Elena.
It is good to admire fine wine.
To admire its movements, its fluidity as it is poured out.
And then again, see how it sits in the crystal.
It’s hues and depths merely hinted at as it awaits our lips.
Only on tasting will we truly begin to appreciate the fullness it has to offer."

Her full lips touched the rim as he tilted the goblet back and watched the soft curve of her throat as she drank, waiting...waiting for the right moment, he swept his lips across hers still wet with the heady elixer.

”With a fine wine as with a fine woman, it would be a waste not to partake fully once the bottle is .. uncorked."

The Duke was at heart not truly a patient man...far, far from it! His large hands almost of their own accord suddenly slipped around her waist, holding her a captive as his head plunged between her breasts with the determination of a hawk diving for a hare.

Elena gasped! The wine tumbled from her hand and the glass shattered on the marble foor.
She had sensed with anxiety his obvious intent to seduce her and had seen his lust with her own eyes, for little in fact could be hidden within his skin tight breeches, but she had not expected so rapid an assault upon her body! He was on her like a tempest!
His beard rubbing the tender curves of her bososm and she felt herself responding to him with an unseemly quickness that both embarrased and excited her!


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From his high vantage point Rigoletto capered and chuckled, his gnarly hand clutching his groin.
The games afoot, the games afoot!...

With a last lingering look at the scene unfolding on the terrace below, he tore himself away. The courtiers would be about finished with the Count by now and he had much to do before the next scene...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elena de Ceprano

Elena gasped as she felt the Duke’s hands encircle her waist.
The touch of his strong hands distracted her momentarily.
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he was upon her.
She cried out as his head plunged into the soft cleft of her bosom.
His mouth moved, his tongue worked along her sensitive skin.
In her shock, the crystal fell to the floor and shattered, bleeding it’s ruby-rich liquor onto the marble beneath them.
His teeth grazed along her flesh as Elena finally managed to utter a protest.

”My.. Lord… please… ahhhhhh……. “

She heard his deep laugh as his hands moved to pull her dress wider, stretching it without unlacing or tearing the fabric.
He looked her in the eye. She trembled to see the pure lust written there.

”I knew you would beg me for it, my fair Elena…”

She squealed as once more his head dived between her orbs, his large hands moving to maul and squeeze her generous peaks as his face nestled within her cleavage.
Pushing her further back on the bed, Elena felt an unseemly excitement at being manhandled thus.
Her head spun as he eased her body downwards, until she was pressed down upon the black velvet.
Her fair hair fanned out as she squirmed in response to his attentions.
The contrast of her pale complexion and halo of shining blonde tresses was striking, as were the two spots of colour, which blazed in her cheeks.

To be wanted thus, to be ravaged without heed for reputation or consequence.
Her body ached with longing and yet ...
She knew she must not ...
She knew she would be quite undone if she allowed the Duke to proceed.
But .. how could she stop him?

Her weak protests died in her throat.
The only sound Elena emitted now was a soft moan as his beard grazed along her soft flesh.
Encouraged by her response, the Duke moved closer to her.
His eyes locked with Elena's as she felt him rub up against her deliberately and purposefully.
He smirked as he watched her eyes widened in shock.
Ohh God... she trembled as she felt the hardness and girth of his seemingly enormous cock!

She had to stop this… now… before …..

”AAAaaahhhhhhhhhhh …!”

She gave a cry and instinctively arched her back.

Oh God… !
She could not believe he was doing “that” to her!!!

 

[ariosto]

The Dukes large rough hand had found her mons through the multiple layers of the Countess' blue gown and his palm was slowly massaging the tender hood of her pleasure pearl. Even through the fabric, the sensations were making her shudder uncontrolably.

"You respond to me like a mandolin in the hands of a troubador..."
The Dukes body was tight with excitement and his words came quick fast as they always did when making a new conquest.

"Just feel what you've done to me my dearest love."
Elena's hand was torn from her panting bosom and placed on the hard hot sausage of his cock, throbbing and pulsing beneath the thin material of his breeches.
Instinctively she grasped it, her heart racing as she realised the monster made at least two of the Counts and he was not a small man at all.

"Stroke it Lady....make it sing for you..."
His words scalded the soft skin of her breasts as his lips foraged across the sweetly rising curves which threatened to burst from their corsetted prison with each ragged breath she took.

"My Lord...I can't do this."
She protested weakly.
"My husband....he...."
The words died in her throat as the Duke's sensuous lips engorged the tender pink buds of her nipples as they finally popped free of the tight confines of her bodice.

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Rigoletto capered around the tied, gagged and blindfolded figure of the Count as the courtiers led him struggling from the anteroom.
The little jester ran to the great wide doors leading to the terrace and pulled them swiftly open, barely getting a seat in place in the doorway, before the Duke's men, trying desperately to surpress their glee, silently set the nobleman down and tied him securely to the arm chair.

The Fool pulled a pair of asses ears from his leather purse and held them poised above the Counts head as one of the courtiers reached for the blindfold...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elena de Ceprano

The Dukes large rough hand had found her mons through the multiple layers of the Countess' blue gown and his palm was slowly massaging the tender hood of her pleasure pearl. Even through the fabric, the sensations were making her shudder uncontrolably.

Elena struggled helplessly as the Duke’s hand moved up her skirts and began to massage and stroke her in the most alarming manner. A tremor rocked her body and she let out a loud moan.

"You respond to me like a mandolin in the hands of a troubador..."

The words made her groan. So determined was the Duke to play her.
And although Elena has already known, by reputation that the Duke was a skilled “musician”, the reality of his skill was truly overwhelming!

"Just feel what you've done to me my dearest love."

His voice caressed her ears as he wrenched her hand downwards.
Elena gave a shocked gasp as she felt his rock hard cock.
Unable to believe its dimensions she squeezed and was rewarded by his deep groan and an impressive twitch as his member sprung to life between her fingers.

"Stroke it Lady....make it sing for you..."

She knew she should pull her hand away, but was mesmerised by the hot pulsations she felt beneath her now questing hand.
And then he was upon her again, like a wild animal foraging in her bosom.
Desperately she cried out.

"My Lord...I can't do this."

He lifted his head and looked at her mockingly.
Belatedly she recalled her vows.

"My husband....he...."

Her protest went uncompleted, instead she squealed as the Duke finally captured her now exposed nipple between his lips and sucked greedily setting about ravaging her breasts with the appreciation of a gourmand.

Elena struggled beneath him, but he had her pinned.
Unable to arch in response to the attentions of his devouring mouth, Elena reached for his pulsating cock and moved her hand up and down it, squeezing it as it throbbed.

”God… Elena … “

The Duke groaned against her breasts, then with no further warning, Elena felt her skirts hitched high and his rough hand insinuated beneath her most intimate garments seeking out her flesh.

”Such luscious fruit, my Lady …”

He growled.

”And ripe for the picking…”

Elena squealed, as the Duke thrust his hand between her legs.
Her exclamation soon turning to a gutteral moan as he found her warm flesh.

Her husband was forgotten.

 

[ariosto]

Testing the knots to make sure the count was bound securely to the heavy chair, Rigoletto waited, crouching on his haunches for just the right moment to pull the blindfold from the nobleman's eyes. Around him stood and knelt the courtiers, barely able to contain themselves as they watched the Duke begin to disrobe and ravish his pretty victim, the reagal and unapproachable Countess Elana. More than one cock including the Fools was swelling in envy at the delicious sight...

Her breasts were now fully exposed as the Duke pulled down the soft blue fabric of her gown. It hung for a second on the stiff points of her sensitive nipples and then slid to her waist in one swift motion.
Grasping her left orb in his meaty hand, he crushed it and began to lick and suck at the straining bud that popped up between his fingers. His other hand was know busy at play on the Countesse's clit, pinching and rubbing while she twisted and moaned beneath him.

"Rose of Mantua..." he breathed at her, "you' re wasted on that impotent fool of a husband...you need a real man."
His cock was leaping in her hands, trapped like a writhing serpent between their sweating bodies...she squeezed it hard. It felt like hot iron in her palms.

Suddenly he reared back, releasing his hold on her breasts, leaving the marks of his teeth around her ravaged nipples.
Standing between her legs, gartered and stockinged to be sure but spread lewdly around his own, the Duke in a few swift movements divested himself of his clothes, and grabbing the rumpled fabric of her gown, bunched up around her waist, tore it with animal savagery from her body!
Her eyes, clamped shut up till this time, flew open at the shocking assault and confronted the monstrous head of the Duke's cock waving just a few inches from her startled face.

"Grab it! Take it!...stroke it Lady. Kiss it...taste it!"

His words were like orders from God and she began to do exacatly as he'd told her to...




Watching Elana's hands fold around the girth of his Lord's mighty erection and draw it into her sweet mouth was the moment Rigoletto had been waiting for.
With a whoop of unbridled glee, the hunchback ripped the blindfold from the Count's eyes!

Waht the stricken nobleman saw at that moment would remain with him the rest of his life. His beautiful wife, her full naked breasts pressed against the Dukes thighs, her long legs still in tattered stockings, splayed wide around him and the mans's impossibly thick cock, burying itself in her face!

He tried to scream but was gagged. He struggled to break free but couldnt and then to his horror realized that he was getting hard. That he was being aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked by another man!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Countesse Elena de Ceprano

Elena’s bosom heaved as she lay upon the black silk.
She looked up her eyes wide with shock as she helplessly watched the Duke urge his cock towards her.
Her dress was in tatters, her stockings rent and her modesty quite sullied.
Somehow her legs had wrapped themselves about the Duke.
She felt his thighs brush against her flesh as he moved forward, proffering his obscenely swollen cock.

"Grab it! Take it!...stroke it Lady.

Involuntarily Elena gave a soft moan in response to his command.
Her hand moved to encircle the thick shaft.
Her fingers ran along it, stroking tentatively.
With the merest sway of his hips, Elena found the cock before her lips.
The Duke held her eyes as he commanded.

” Kiss it...taste it!"

As if driven by some greater force than her own will, Elena flicked her tongue across the swollen head.
Again she repeated the lewd act, tasting and teasing the head until the Duke pushed his member against her lips.
Lips that parted instantly and sucked his phallus into her mouth.
With a muffled gasp, Elena found his shaft easing inch by inch deeper and deeper until she was quite filled with hot throbbing cock.
Her eyes were wide with nervous excitement.
Taking all of him into her mouth seemed to Elena to be impossibility!
And yet … the power of him … !

As the Duke rocked his hips, Elena could not stop sucking hungrily on his tasty member.
Feeling a surge of lust as she felt his flesh ripple and throb before drawing back and then pushing still further towards her throat.
Her head bobbed, her mouth moved.
The Duke rammed her in and out, over and over, claiming her mouth.
Even though the Duke held off from gagging Elena totally,
holding back those final inches he had still not stuffed into her moist mouth, his possession of her was complete.
She lay pinned, yet passive beneath him as he began to stroke more and more forcefully in and out of her delicate mouth.
And still she continued to bob her head, mover her tongue and service his Lordship with eager willingness as he claimed his new conquest.

Excited by the level of her submission and additionally aware of the excited voyeurs beyond their love nest, the Duke increased his force, beginning to stuff the remaining inches of his rampant rod deep into the Countess's throat.
Over and over he hammered into her, his thrusts punctuated by lustful grunts.

The audience watching in awe as the Duke continued fucking the “virtuous” Countess’s face.


Yet although Elena gagged and struggled to accomodate the Duke, her response was now uninhibited:
Her muffled moans and the rocking of her hips gave ample evidence to how lustful this hard use of her mouth made this once-demure lady.


And all the while, the Countess de Ceprano remained blissfully unaware that not only the court, but her own husband were witnessing her fall from virtue.

 

[ariosto]

"Look at her m'Lord, I'll wager she's never sucked a sausage like that before!"
Rigoletto pranced around the outraged Count and grinned at the lust filled courtiers.

"His Most Illustrious Duke, the Golden Cock of Mantua wishes to share his latest Treasure with you all!"
The hunchback pressed his hand against the straining codpieces of the eager young bucks.
The women save a few wantons who stared on excitedly had withdrawn from the scene.
"Aye he did. Our compassionate Leader wan'ts you all to savor this sweet pastrie, all he asks is a few ducats to give the poor Count here in compensation for the use of his wife."
He patted the apoplectic nobleman on the shoulder.
"Now..who'd like to be first?"

Silver and gold began to fall like rain into the jester's outstretched paw.


****************************************************

The Duke's hands closed tight about her head, holding it steady while he pressed his giant member down the Countess' throat.
Her hand had found his heavy sac now and she was squeezing and rolling his balls, stroking him fast while her lips engorged his cock.
He was holding himself back...contemplating the impalement of her pretty kunt first by his tongue and then by his prick ...but it was becoming...impossible...to...do!
She felt his great body go rigid as stone. His staff suddenly jumped and spasmed in her throat....his testicles tightened in her palm!

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The Duke gave the sound of a rutting stag, tore himself from her swollen lips and released with tidal force into Elena's beautiful face!

She had no time to react, her eyes were wide open in surprise and saw the thick white semen gush from his jerking cock and explode into her open mouth, across her lips, her cheeks, into her eyes, strings of it laced her hair and splattered on her naked shoulders. Then grabbing his cock in both hands he shot the rest across her full high breasts, coating her nipples in warm jism....

She fell back stunned onto the bed. She was coated, lacquered with the Dukes seed!
His hands closed over her tits and he began to spread the cum across her flesh...working it into her skin.

He winked at her, teeth flashing white in the torch light.
"Ahhh Little Rose, I couldn't contain myself another minute...but you and I will have many nights..."
He paused and leaned close, licking his own spend from her lips.
"But the night is not finished for you, not at all..I won't leave you unfulfilled..."
His big hand closed over her mons, his fingers drove into her body.
"No..we have a surprise for you...more than one in fact!"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elena de Ceprano

Elena struggled at the end of the Duke’s cock.
The cock that was now possessing her mouth and throat.
His hands were on her head, holding her prisoner.
Not that Elena wanted to get away.
But his firm grip left her in no doubt that she was to be taken and used.
With each selfish thrust, she revelled in the power of him as he forced his way into her.

Whether it was the tightening of his balls as she rolled and squeezed, or whether it was the sudden swelling of his cock that warned her, Elena instinctively knew that when he had reached the edge. Sudden realisation dawned, but Elena had no time to avoid the inevitable.
His hold on her head tightened, even as his body went rigid.
For what seemed like infinite seconds he held himself back before crying out his orgasm.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The cry was wild, bestial, but although Elena had braced herself expecting him to shoot down her throat she was totally unprepared for his withdrawal.
She sat stunned as his cock jerked spraying and sullying her completely.
The taste of him was so much more potent as his cum sprayed into her mouth.
Feeling totally dazed, her eyes locked with his as his cum continued to spurt, splashing across her lips, her cheeks, her hair ...

Even after this first ejaculation, the Duke was still determined to fully use his new toy.
Still in the grips of animal lust, the Duke took his cock and deliberately spent himself across Elena’s breasts.
Fallin back onto the bed, Elena cried out in shock and humilation as the Duke jacked off across her.
She moaned half in pleasure, half in protest as he reached out to smear his jism across her sensitive flesh.
All the time his eyes held hers watching her shame faced arousal as his hands worked spreading the thick cum, coating her body thoroughly.

Finally satisfied, he looked down at his handiwork with a smug grin.
His breathing was ragged, but his tone was now humorous.

"Ahhh Little Rose, I couldn't contain myself another minute...but you and I will have many nights..."

Elena groaned in disgusted fascination as he leaned to lick her lips, tasting himself there.

How could she enjoy what he had done to her?
What he had made her into?

Her mind reeled.

Never had the once virtuous Countess been made to feel like this.
Never could she have imagined to delight in such degradation.

"But the night is not finished for you, not at all ... I won't leave you unfulfilled..."

Still laid fully back on the bed, Elena was unprepared for the onslaught to her pussy.
She squealed as she felt his fingers shoved hard into her body.

"No ... we have a surprise for you...more than one in fact!"

His words barely registered.

Laid upon the Duke's bed, Elena writhed wantonly raising her hips again and again to allow him to take his rough pleasure from her body.

”Ohhh.. God…. !”

Elena cried out helplessly as the Duke picked up the pace and the force of her finger fucking.

The night was filled with Elena's moans as her head thrashed from side to side.
The Duke's grunts were puncutated by the squelching noises his fingers made as they ravaged her sensitive cunt.

She reeked of sex:
of his seed and her own heated lust ... as he drove her on and on near to the edge... as she became more and more desperate for release.

So close was she, so close to fulfilment ...
when suddenly he withdrew his fingers.
Their withdrawal as sudden as their insertion had been.

Elena gave a moan of frustration and watched as the Duke slowly and deliberately sucked each of his fingers dry.
The Duke smiled in satisfaction as he watched as Elena's hips continued to buck in wordless need.
Bereft now of the fingers that had held such promise, Elena was desperate to cumm...

She groaned, desperate beyond belief.

The time had come, the Duke knew, to play with his new "toy" ...
Surely now she would be more than willing to become a "plaything" for the court.

 

[ariosto]

It turned out that Umberto Perlello, the second son of Cardinal Montreale and a nephew of Elena was first. For the price of 145 Florentine ducats he was escorted by the grinning Rigoletto to the high, black swathed bed on which the Duke had just driven the Countess to the very edge of a towering orgasm.

With a smile at the young man over his shoulder, the Duke stepped away and gestured to the naked woman .
"Have at her young whelp and you can thank me for paving the way."

"Thank you M'Lord!". cried Umberto leaping onto the bed, vibrant young cock in hand and diving between Elena's wide spread legs...

Smiling at the eagerly waiting courtiers standing in line a score deep, the Duke paused looking down at the bound and apoplectic Count.
'The next time you fuck her.."
He said a twinkle in his eye,
"...remember she'll be thinking of me!"

With a laugh he was off striding towards the clutch of tittering Ladies by the door.

Questo o quella...This one or that one.. He begins to sing as he eyes them one by one.

************************************************

Elena's eyes flew open in shock when she felt Umberto's precocious cock penetrate her shuddering cunnie to the hilt at the same time his muscular young body fell upon her.

"Hello Dear Aunt."
He greeted her with a leer, grinding himself yet deeper.

"Umberto?"
Not quite believing what she was doing, her long legs wrapped around his narrow hips and she thrust herself hard against him.
"Ummmberrrtoooo...Nooooooooooooo"
She mewled as his long thick rod began to rhythmicaly pound her into the mattress and hismouth descended on her upthrust tender nipples.
He'd had wet dreams and fantasies about aunt Elena ever since he'd hit puberty and now by God he was going to get his money's worth!

**************************************************

Squatting by the Counts chair, Rigoletto began to count the money he'd been given...
"700, 720, 750, 780, 800!...820 ducats!...M'Lord look! A small fortune eh!"

The Jester held the purse up and jiggled it in front of Ceprano's bulging eyes...
"Did you know your wife could summon such desires?..Net you so much money?..I'll take 10 percent of course...it's my due, and another 40% for our randy old Duke who primed her pump...no argument eh?"

The Count was struggling violently in his chair...making gurgling noises behind the gag, his eyes locked on the arousing vision of his wifes defilement.
"Oh and by the way M'Lord, I havn't forgotten you. You'll get to fuck her when everyone else is finished...if you still want her of course"
With an evil cackle, the fool scampered away, hopping up on the table where he could get a better view.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Conquest #2 - an 18 year old virgin

Christiana sat huddled in the corner of the room in which she found herself. In the distance she heard the music, the laughter, the merriment of the Duke’s party, which was no doubt in full swing.
She pulled the torn remnants of her gown about her and hiccupped a sob.

Her face burned with shame.

She had entertained the man.
She had been flattered by his attentions.
And now she would pay.

As she sat surrounded in fear and misery, ‘tiana thought back to how she had been forcibly abducted, that he had ordered her snatched.
Gone now were his sweet words and admiring compliments.
Instead she had been dumped unceremoniously before him in this cell of a room only to be told that this was all her fault!

She had wanted this, he told her.
She had asked for this.
Now he was giving her what she deserved.

‘Tiana glanced around the room.
It was small by the Duke’s standards and monopolised by a vast bed in the centre.
A bed she refused to go near.
Instead she sat huddled in the far corner as if by force of effort she could make herself invisible.

He had snatched her cloak from her.
He had torn her gown laughing as her hands fluttered uselessly trying to shield her young body from his avaricious eyes.
His words had been lewd.
His hands had been intrusive.
He laughed, as if amused when she had tried to evade him.

He had told her that he would return and pick the fruit that had so willingly fallen into his lap.

Although...

He had added as he turned back to her trembling form, his eyes raking her from head to toe.

It little mattered to him whether she were willing or no ... he WOULD have her ...

And so she awaited her fate.
Her body icy with fear, praying that she might hold onto her virginity.
Knowing she would do anything if only he would spare her that.
Too steeped in guilt and humiliation was she to realise that no matter how desperately she begged him to spare her, her pleas would be useless.

”Papa … “

She whispered into the new quietness as the music ceased.
She had shamed her father.
He would disown her.
How could she ever face him again?

 

[ariosto]

Once again in the ballroom, the Duke his face flushed with excitement and arousal is confronted by the irate nobleman Monterone. A hush falls on the assembled courtiers for all know that the Duke has abducted and imprisoned the nobleman's beautifu daughter...


"Blackguard! Devils spawn! Where is she?"
Monterone towers over the Duke, whose bodyguards interpose themselves between them.

"Watch your tongue sir, or you shall loose it!
Now whom do you speak of?"

"My daughter of course, My Christiana who else?
Everyone in Mantua knows that she is here!"
Monterone's fists are knotted in rage, his visage dark and angry as Vesuvius.
The guards reach for their sword pommels.

"Ahhh...her. Of course, the bitch even looks like you.
She was caught in daliance, intimate daliance I might add with
Cardinal Foresca. Can you imagine!...That dried up old stick!"

He lied boldly to Monterone's face who didn't buy one word of it.
"Liar...you vile accursed bastard!"

The Duke went livid. Any reference to his tainted birth was enough to drive him mad.

"Seize him!"
In a trice Monterone was silenced. A blade at his throat another at his belly.

"Yes your daughter is here.... and yes I intend to make her my whore. Perhaps you'd like to watch with your own eyes before I have them plucked from your head!"

He turned back to the verandah where an eager crowd was gathered around the bed of Elana Ceprano who now was being taken by the fifth man that night.

"Rigoletto!"

The mishapen dwarf appeared as if from nowhere.
"Yes Sire?"

"It would seem Monterone desires a show rather like the good Count out there.
Take chains and tie his daughter, my new slut well. String her up for my pleasure."
He then addressed the guards.
"Hold him fast...disarm and bind him. In thirty minutes bring him to the dungeon."

The Duke spat in Monterone's face...
"Devils spawn am I? You will regret your words to your very soul, for your daughter is to pay for them."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Christiana de Monterone

Christiana's head jerked up at the sound of angry shouting.

The voices were muffled, the words indistinct and as such she had no idea what the content of the interchange was.
But one thing was for sure, the paritipants were angry...

She shuddered knowing that it did not bode well.
Surely one of those voices was that of her Captor.
A man of charm, Christiana was realising that his moods swung violently from charm, to passion to ...

Her eyes flew to the door .
She quaked as she heard heavy footfalls coming closer and closer to the room.
Pressing her eyes closed and whispering a quick prayer that she may be spared the ultimate violation she opened her eyes as the door burst open.
She flinched at the force as it bounced off the wall.
Raising her pale face she saw him.
His face livid with anger.

"Dear God ... "

She whispered and pressed herself still further into the wall, her eyes dry of tears as she stared in terror.
This could not bode well for her fate!

 

[ariosto]

Though bent and mishapen, the jester was a man of incredible strength.
His sexual tastes, honed to a cruely sharp intensity in the Dukes hedonistic court, met with constant frustration. He was a fool afterall, to be teased and played with. The liberty that he was allowed could be revoked on an instant and his life was worth no more in the end than a scullery maid or a blackamoor slave.

Alone now with the hated Monterone's daughter cringing before him in terror and the Duke's fiat to strip and bind her, should have been as necter to a bee. There was a limit as to how far he could go of course. But the girl didn't know that and the unfeigned stark terror in her eyes as she watched his beastial, limping approach was a dire and palpable thing.

"Noooooo, please...please'...she whimpered.

And his heart melted.

The girl was Gilda's age. The age of his precious daughter, a daughter hidden away from the corruptions of the Court. A beautiful girl like this one but protected by him from the torment this poor child was about to endure.
He felt a momentary rage at Monterone's stupidity in allowing his daughter to be taken and used like this.

Christiana had withdrawn to the farthest wall of the horrid chamber, unknowingly right to the hooks and eyebolts that would hold her fast while the Duke exercised the darkest part of his passionate nature.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, she was far beyond words.

Rigoletto took the silken cords that would bind her from the table and tried to smile, knowing how little comfort that would be to her.

"Girl..."
He said, slowly approaching.
"You can do nothing to change what's going to happen.
You can remove your clothes yourself or I must strip you.
It will be easier for you to co-operate.
Do not fight whats about to happen.
The sun will rise tomorrow and this night will be over..."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Christiana Monterone

Christiana had thought to see the Duke and yet when the door opened it was the jester, the grotesque creature who entered the room and carefully secured the lock behind him.
The very sight of him made her freeze in terror.
She could do nothing but watch as he moved slowly towards her.

”Noooooo, please...please ...”

Her back was pressed hard against the wall.
She did not dare imagine what he was to do to her.
His appearance, his swaying limping movements towards her made her tremble.
How would she endure it if he so much as touched her?

She saw his face harden and flinched fearing she had angered him.
Tears brimmed over and flowed down her cheeks as she saw him pick up the cords that had been resting on a nearby table.
His expression had changed … softened … but his smile made no difference.
Her eyes were glued to the ropes in his hands.
She shook her head in silent plea.

"Girl..."

His gruff voice sounded gentle.
She managed not to cringe as he walked more slowly towards her.

"You can do nothing to change what's going to happen.”

His voice was matter of fact, not threatening, not mocking.
She blinked allowing the loose tears to fall and blink back those still swimming in her eyes.

”You can remove your clothes yourself or I must strip you.”

Her mind screamed, but she gave but the softest of sobs.
Her eyes moved downwards to take in her dishevelled state.
She wore but the shreds of her gown and the undergarments which protected her virgin centre.

”It will be easier for you to co-operate.
Do not fight what’s about to happen.”

His voice was heavy with sympathy … regret…?

”The sun will rise tomorrow and this night will be over..."

This night … the night the Duke would take her … ruin her … deflower her …
He might use her cruelly … hurt her … although in truth nothing could be worse that the loss of her most treasured purity.

”Help me … please … “

Her voice cracked as she begged this fearsome creature to help her.

”He will … he … “

She could not even voice her thoughts, the terrors she knew she would be forced to endure …

”Please … please … you cannot help him to … “

She curled into a tight ball rocking as she tried to still the panic in her.

Contrary to what she had thought, she barely noticed when the Jester touched her lightly, brushing against her arm in a vain attempt to calm her.
She did not think to pull away when she felt his hand move to her hair stroking it softly, soothingly, the gesture reminding her of her papa … the way he would comfort her.

For minutes it seemed she remained thus: curled but not as tightly now, feeling the slow rhythmic stroking of her hair easing her until finally with a soft sigh, she looked up into his face.
Her eyes were filled with hope.
Surely this meant that he would help her … help her escape.
The desperate mute appeal was clear in her eyes.
Her heart dropped as she saw him slowly shake his head.
She sat immobile, feeling her stomach knot knowing what he must do, what he had chosen to do instead of help her.
She did not flinch as his hand moved down her hair and to her shoulder.
She did not fight him, merely trembled as he began to strip away the tatters of her gown.

”Shhh… shhh girl … “

His voice seemed to croon, as if trying to give her strength as he slowly stripped her dress away, shred by shred.

Only when his hand moved downwards to her waist did Christiana utter a cry of protest.

”Noooo….”

Her cheeks burned. She shook her head vehemently, the “spell” broken.
She could not let him uncover her there.
She could not bear for any man to expose her in such a way.

”Noo… “

She repeated, not knowing how her voice wrenched at the misshapen man’s heart.

 

[ariosto]

Her pleas opened wounds in the Jester's soul. He tried to shut his ears and his heart to them.
This wasn't Gilda, this was the spoiled child of the detested Monterone. A week ago, if he had touched her she would have spit on him and laughed...*you don't know that*
She's like her father, a vain cruel bitch...*You DON"T KNOW THAT!*

Rigoletto paused, shook his shaggy head as though freeing it of demons and then rent the girl's chemise and undergarments from her with one swift violent gesture.
'Shut up."
He hissed,
"Your only making it worse."

Christiana had curled into a fetal ball, her arms locked around her tightly drawn up legs. Legs no man had seen before he was sure, for inspite of the terrible voice within that tried to blacken her with Monterone's sins, he knew she was an innocent after all.
Sequestered from the excesses of the court in the same way he protected his own dear child.
Each pitiful sob seemed to shake him to his heart.
She was so like his own...
Perhaps, he could help her.
It would be at least an hour before the Duke came down.
They would have time...

"Fool!, are you done in there!"
It was Leperello, the foolish servant of Don Giovanni, the Duke's best friend and boon companion.
"My Master wishes to see the wench when you've trussed her up. He has an eye for beauty you know."

"A pox on the Don, if he hasn't one already...this morsel is for my own lusty Duke...so to hell with you!"
Rigoletto's heart sank. There was no way now. If Leperello knew she was here with him, then so did the whole court.
The girl would be spared nothing in regards to humiliation, he could only hope the Duke would not cause her physical harm.

"Listen girl..."
He put his arm around her shaking shoulders.
"I must tie you, I am commanded too...please don't fight this.
I have no choice."

Slowly he pulled her arm from her legs and slipped the noose around it, tying it to the eyebolt above her head.
She raised her head and looked blankly at her arm as though it were no part of her at all. The tears had ceased at least. He was glad of that.
He moved to the other side and knotted the cord about her other wrist, looping it through the eyebolt and drawing it until both arms were now raised above her head. He tried not to look at the
perfectly formed, high pointed breasts revealed completely to him now....tried not...tried not.

"Now...now you must stand up Lady Christiana, I must fasten your ankles and we'll be done."
He looked down at her. She was staring at him with unreadable eyes, slowly shaking her head.

Leperello was drunkinly banging on the door again.

"Please Lady, I have no choice..."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Christiana Monterone

Christiana’s eyes locked with the misshapen man before her.
She shook her head silently, her eyes filled with horror.
The sympathetic expression on his face hardened as he moved his hands and tore her garments from her in one deft move.

Even as she cried out in humiliated fright, he silenced her harshly.

'Shut up. Your only making it worse."

Christiana tried to hold back the sobs as she curled up in a desperate effort to shield her body from his gaze.
She buried her head as a sob shuddered through her body and burst forth as a piteous cry.

"Fool!, are you done in there!"
My Master wishes to see the wench when you've trussed her up.
He has an eye for beauty you know."

Hugging her arms tightly around herself, Christiana’s eyes flew to the door.
Was it intended that she be displayed to any who wished to look?

"A pox on the Don, if he hasn't one already...this morsel is for my own lusty Duke...so to hell with you!"

Christiana was partly relieved.
Relieved that she were not to be offered to all and sundry, and yet thoroughly humiliated at the way her person was being discussed as if she were an object to be owned … traded …

"Listen girl..."

Her eyes were wide eyed and vulnerable as she looked up at the Jester.
His voice was kind once more as was the gentle arm that encircled her.
Christiana’s body trembled.
If only she could trust this hideous looking man.
If only he would release her … help her to escape.

"I must tie you,”

Christiana gave a terrified whimper at his words unable to believe them.

”I am commanded too...please don't fight this.
I have no choice."

Her eyes remained on his face, as if searching his eyes for further explanation, almost mesmerised by the horror of his words.
She barely noticed as he eased her arm free and encased it in the rope.
She raised her head dazed as she felt the nip of the cords and watched her arm raised above her as if by its own volition.
And then again.
The noose was slipped over her wrist and threaded through the eyebolt.
Christiana gave a startled exclamation as her second arm was drawn up and secured above her head.

"Now...now you must stand up Lady Christiana, I must fasten your ankles and we'll be done."

Christiana blinked.
She looked up and pulled at her restraints knowing that if she stood … if she allowed him to … then she would be totally helpless.
She shook her head numbly.
This could not be happening.
The Duke could not mean to … to force her in such a manner …

The sound of banging on the door cut through the tense silence.
Christiana tensed, the drunken man had returned.

"Please Lady, I have no choice..."

He seemed to plead with her, plead for her compliance.
But was that to make his job easier or to help her?
She no longer was sure.

”Please … help me get out of here … “

She begged him softly pulling on the ropes above her head.

”Please … for pity’s sake … you cannot mean to tie me … to give me to the Duke like this?”

Her voice pleaded brokenly, even as Rigoletto took her arm and eased her to her feet.

”Please Sir … my father … would reward you … I am sure of it … “

She gasped as she felt ropes coiling her ankles.

”If only …”

He worked deftly ignoring her pleas.

”Noo… for mercy’s sake …”

She objected desperately knowing that the man working at her feet needed merely to raise his head to have a full view of her precious sex.
She closed her eyes as panic welled up inside her.
She would die of shame.

”Lady Christiana …”

She opened her eyes to find he had eased back and was letting his eyes travel over her naked body, no doubt checking that he had trussed her up securely.
She stared blankly back at him.

”Once you accept … do not fight what must be … then … “

Christiana shook her head her eyes holding his.

”But the Duke … he will … “

She shuddered but forced herself to continue.

”... force me to … ?”

Her face flooded with colour and her eyes filled with terror.
She could only guess at what the Duke might demand of her.

”Nooo… never… “

She hung helplessly as Rigoletto moved towards her and attended to her bonds.

”Please… please help me …. “

Her voice broke as she tried desperately to appeal to the sympathy he had shown.

”I am destined for marriage … or for the church … “

She blushed hotly as she forced herself to continue.

” … please… … do not give me to him … to any other man … I would do anything to retain my virginity … I beg you, Sir … “

Her eyes swarm with tears as she made a last desperate attempt to prevent the sacrifice of her most treasured purity.

 

[ariosto]

Her words finally ceased to have an effect. His heart so nearly melted grew hard once again. It was not his daughter here. It was not his precious Gilda who hung there awaiting the Duke's lust afterall. This was the spoiled brat of the detested Monterone. It served her right!
She'd not die of it would she? Perhaps the Duke would take a fancy to her, treat her like a queen or at least a treasured concubine. That could happen couldn't it?

"SHUT UP!. Would you have me betray my Lord?...without whom I'd be a freak begging on the street corner and selling my own daughter for the cost of a meal!
NO! I will not."
He shuffled back to survey his handiwork, shutting the girls cries from his ears, looking on her as the Duke soon would. Her body pale and tight with youth, breasts high, pointed, barely budding, a soft down on the slight rise of her mons so fine as to be invisible.
His Master would find much to please him here...

"Leperello away from that door you lout and tell the Don to find other pickings this night. This one is my own special treat."
The Dukes voice thundered without and they heard the rapidly retreating footsteps of Giovanni's loyal pimp as he hurried away.

Christina's eyes widened in terror as the door swung open. The Dukes massive form filling every inch of it.

"Is she ready Fool?"

"Aye M'Lord, just as you wished, trussed up naked and in a fine sweat for your servicing."
Rigoletto cackled and with a last odd look at the helpless victim he scampered from the room as fast as he could go.



OOC..sorry for a short post, will do better on the next one.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Christiana de Monterone

"SHUT UP!.

Christiana flinched, her final hope shattering as his voice raged at her.

”Would you have me betray my Lord?...without whom I'd be a freak begging on the street corner and selling my own daughter for the cost of a meal!
NO! I will not."

The sobs locked in her throat.
She strained at her bonds completely trussed and helpless as his eyes raked over her naked body assessing her “charms” as she hung her head and burned in shame.

Again the drunken calls came from through the locked door but this time another deeply resonant voice retorted angrily.

"Leperello away from that door you lout and tell the Don to find other pickings this night.
This one is my own special treat."

Christiana recognised the Duke’s voice.
He too was angered.
His entire demeanour almost hostile as he burst through the door and snapped impatiently.

"Is she ready Fool?"

He was tall, strong; he dominated the room he had just entered.
Christiana began to shake, her eyes flying to the Duke’s face, the pleas locked in her throat.

"Aye M'Lord, just as you wished, trussed up naked and in a fine sweat for your servicing."

The lascivious laugh drew Christiana’s attention.
How could a man be so … understanding … and now … ?
She watched him catch her eye and then flee rapidly, not only closing the door, but locking it behind him.

Christiana remained silent beneath the Duke’s slow scrutiny.
Again she hung her head, her face blazing and the merest of whimpers escaping her as her body quivered visibly in fear.

Dear God … if only he would spare her …

But from what she had seen thus far, there was little possibility of mercy.

Slowly tears brimmed to trickle down her cheeks as she silently awaited her fate.