The Bargain (to be closed)

[Adara]

The Bargain (closed for Adara & cgraven)

Paris, 1790

The snow had driven most of the merchants of Le Vert indoors. It was not the best section of Paris. The cobblestones seemed to rumble beneath Sophie's feet as carriages passed her, leaving their muddy wet tracks in the slush. She walked with the conviction of a person who knew exactly where she were going. Her hooded cape was brown wool and completely unremarkable. No one would suspect that in the bodice of her gown, sewn in a pouch against her heart, she carried 500 francs.

By the time she reached the inn, "L'oiseau noir," she could feel the cold snow in her boots that was also making its way into the wrists of her gloves. She shivered against the whipping wind, her breath catching in her throat from cold and nerves.

"L'oiseau noir, "The Black Bird," was a small tavern on the east side of Le Vert with inn rooms upstairs. Despite being one of the better taverns in the area, it was not the most respectable establishment in Paris and one in which Madame Sophie Vidal had never before set her cultured foot.

With furrowed brow, she approached the counter confidently as if she were accostomed to her surroundings. She asked the inkeeper discreetly if they carried apricot wine. He merely grunted in response to the code and handed her a key with the number 9 blazoned into the chain and motioned upstairs. She passed him 30 francs with the same casual manner that she used to hand out invitations to her soirees.

Sophie increased her pace as she climbed the stairs. Her goal now was to get this over with swiftly. Le Captaine Louis Renaud would be there in that room. It would be easy. She would hand him the money pouch. He would, undoubtedly, count it. He would then give her the papers for her husband's immediate release. It would take no more than 5 minutes. Probably less.

The upstairs hall had a faint musty odor mixed with cheap French perfume. Sophie struggled with the key until the door finally opened with a reluctant groan.

He was standing with his back to her, looking out the window. At the sound of her entering the room, he turned to face her with the slow movements of a person who was in no hurry and who was used to the world waiting for him for things to begin. He was a tall man in his early forties. He did not smile.

"Madame Vidal," he nodded to her.

"Monsieur le captaine," she answered, her own voice colder than than the frost on the window panes.

Sophie Vidal then made the only error that she had made that day. She pulled back the hood of her cloak.

Louis had never seen Vidal's wife. They had corresponded through letters sent at unrespectable hours by the only servant she could afford to keep anymore. All he had known of her was the elegant handwriting of her notes and her determination to free Monsieur Vidal.

The cold had reddened her cheeks and there was snow in her red hair. It was a dark, vivid red mixed with amber and brown, as if the colors of autumn had faded from the foliage only to lend themselves to her silky hair. It had been neatly coiled into a soft chignon that showed the graceful angle of her neck. She had a face that was shaped like a heart and lips to match. Her eyes were a very dark blue, almost violet. She could almost hide the anguished worry that crept into her features beneath the resolute mask. Almost. The lines around her eyes betrayed her. She had not slept in two days.

She was far from the matron Louis had expected. She turned from him as she fumbled with the bodice of her dress. Her fingers were so cold that she moved them with uncharacteristic awkwardness. Finally, the pouch came undone.

She placed it in the captain's outstretched palm.

"It's all there," she said between breaths. "Count it."

Louis was suddenly in no hurry to count anything.

 

[cgraven]

Monsieur le Captaine Louis Renaud ran his hand over the grizzled stubble of his three days growth of beard and was glad that the regulations only called for him to shave every third day. He drew out the ornate pocket watch that had once been the property of a young Aristo, ah but the boy would have no further use for it, just another victim of the changing times in France and the reign of terror that swept through the Paris streets.

The fumbling of the key at his door brought all his senses to attention. He had not served in Louis’s armies in the wilds of Canada to be taken unawares in his own lodgings. He had been a mere youth then and had been amazed that the same futile laws that applied to France where actual respected and attired to in the wilds of this far flung territory and where scoffed at by the aristocrats at home. And then again as a sergeant with Rochsambeau, when Louis sent troop to the Americas he had caught the revolutionary fever of the English colonies.

Captaine Louis Renaud turned slowly his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. Assuming the leisurely arrogance of the aristocrats he so detested.

"Madame Vidal"

"Monsieur le Captaine,"

Her voice was as cold as the frost that etched its patterns on the widow and carried the distain of the Aristo forced to deal with scum now that they had fallen so far.

“Oui Mademoiselle.”

He did not smile his hard gray eyes regarded the clocked and hooded woman that stood before him. She was slight of build delicate of figure. He had purposely chosen the informal address to insure that she knew who was the master now and who was the by necessity forced to crawl to him for help.

She pulled back the hood of her cloak. The cold had reddened her cheeks and there was snow in her red hair. It was a dark, vivid red mixed with amber and brown, as if the colors of autumn had faded from the foliage only to lend themselves to her silky hair. It had been neatly coiled into a soft chignon that showed the graceful angle of her neck. She had a face that was shaped like a heart and lips to match. Her eyes were a very dark blue, almost violet.

Renaud studied the young beauty before him and she was as beautiful and delicate as her hand had been when she had written to him. He wondered if she realized the blunder she had made, for now mere money would not be enough to secure what she desired. Yet nothing in his manner betrayed the thoughts that where taking from in his cunning brain.

She turned from him as she fumbled with the bodice of her dress. Her fingers were so cold that she moved them with uncharacteristic awkwardness. Finally, the pouch came undone.

The young beauty was in such a hurry to have this distasteful business conclude that she forgot to close her cloak and the pale sensual curve of her young breasts where bared to his eyes. He continued the farce as he held out his hand palm up.

"It's all there," she said between breaths. "Count it."

He hefted the weight of the small silken purse in his hand then casually deposited on the nightstand.

“Mademoiselle I fear that it will not be enough to secure Monsieur Le Count’s release.”

He waved away her protest as if swathing at flies.

“Mademoiselle is quite a bit younger than Monsieur Le Count.”

He paused as she blushed deeply at the audacity of his statement.

“Tell me Mademoiselle how old are you and was Monsieur Le Count able to consummate your marriage or are you still a virgin?

The print of her hand on Captaine Louis Renaud glowed crimson.

“I fear that little outburst of temper shall coast you dearly Mademoiselle! Now answer my questions!”

Though his voice was smooth and soft there was a ring of steel in it that said he was not a man to be trifled with.

 

[Adara]

Sophie Vidal

"Monsieur le captain....," Sophie was so angry that words failed her. How dare he? The utter inappropriate nature and impertinence of his query galled her to the core.

Le Comte Arnaud Vidal had married below his station when he had taken Sophie for a wife. But when the guests saw the bride at the wedding ceremony they knew why. The aristocracy was used to the cool ardor between couples of arranged marraiges but when Sophie looked at her groom it was with love. When Arnaud whispered something in her ear and traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips, her laugh and her soft smile were genuine.

But it was short-lived. As the sun set on the day of their wedding one month ago, the revolutionaries came and arrested le Comte on verbose charges that were as false as they were wordily written. But Louis' words were true--Arnaud had not consummated their marraige. Sophie Vidal was as virginal today as she had been the day she had been taken to the altar. But she would hardly tell that to this brash captain.

When she finally spoke, it was in chilled, clipped tones.

"I am 20 years old, monsieur. Hardly a child. My marriage bed has no bearing whatsoever on this transaction so I must politely decline to answer your inquiry in that regard." She hoped that this response would satisfy him. At least she had answered one of his questions.

Her voice softened. "Arnaud has an asthmatic condition, monsieur. When I saw him last week," her voice quavered with emotion, "he was ill. Please. You agreed to the 500 francs and I have it. If you need more, I will find a way to get it. I could give you my wedding ring," she offered hopefully. She began loosening the gold band from her finger.

 

[cgraven]

"Monsieur le captain....,"

The out rage in her soft voice was almost as biting as her delicate hand had been when she had slapped him. As he rubbed his cheek the outraged young beauty seemed to miss the import of what he had said, or just cared to ignore it in the hopes he would succumb to some other bribe.

"I am 20 years old, monsieur. Hardly a child. My marriage bed has no bearing whatsoever on this transaction so I must politely decline to answer your inquiry in that regard."

Her voice again carried a frosty, clipped, edge, as she almost spat her reply at him. She hesitated for a moment and a deep crimson blush colored her soft flawless cheeks. Renaud was very well aware that the Mademoiselle had pointedly avoided the question of her virginity, but her deep blush gave him a good indication of what her answer would be, and he took a perverse delight in that knowledge.

” Arnaud has an asthmatic condition, monsieur. When I saw him last week……………..he was ill………………..Please………………You agreed to the 500 francs and I have it. If you need more, I will find a way to get it. I could give you my wedding ring,"

Her voice was quivering with emotion as she tugged her wedding band from her finger holding it out to him. Her dark blue eyes shimmering with tears. Captaine Louis Renaud plucked the ring from her trembling fingers and held it between his thumb and forefinger turning the thin band of gold to catch the winter’s pale sunlight, before setting it by the silk purse that contained the price he had quoted her.

“Ah Mademoiselle I fear the prison cell, the dampness, are so very hard on those with aliments of the lungs…………………………so many die each night.”

Renaud’s cold gray eyes gave no sign of compassion or any other emotion.

“ I fear Mademoiselle it will take shall we say……………………………”

Louis studied Sophie Vidal assessing her love and desperation to see her husband free and safe. He wondered just how far she would go to obtain his release.

“……………………………shall we say a more personal arrangement to secure your husband’s freedom.”

The look of shock and fear in the young beauty’s eyes thrilled Louis.

“If you would be so kind as to disrobe Mademoiselle, so I can see if the goods are worth the bargain.”

 

[Adara]

Sophie Vidal

Sophie was stunned.

“ I fear Mademoiselle it will take shall we say....a more personal arrangement to secure your husband’s freedom.”

The import of his words seared into her heart as if she had been burned. He couldn't possibly mean...she looked up into his face. He did mean it. Not only that, he was enjoying himself immensly.

“If you would be so kind as to disrobe Mademoiselle, so I can see if the goods are worth the bargain.”

"I will not play your twisted game, Monsieur. What you ask of me is not worth the price," Sophie flared. "I'm leaving." She would not dare reach for her money. All she wanted to do was to get out of there and quickly. She was in over her head and she knew it. Her heart hammered in her chest wildly.

"Let me remind you, mademoiselle," Louis intoned in the politest of tones, "that if you leave now all bargains are off. I will not help you. And I could see to it that things are made very unpleasant for Monsieur. Are you absolutely certain you will not reconsider?"

Sophie choked back a sob and swallowed her tears. She closed her eyes for a moment and willed herself into composure. She vowed she would not let him see how frightened she was.

What choice was there? How foolish she was to get involved with this man. If she left now, Arnaud would be even worse off. She believed wholeheartedly that Louis would carry out his threat. How pale Arnaud had been when she had bribed the guards into letting her see him! She feared for his life. What Louis had said was true--the prison was indeed cruel, especially to those with lung problems. Sophie made her choice.

Sophie pulled off her cloak and draped it over the edge of the bed. Her hands were trembling as she brought them to the front of her gown. There were so many buttons. Louis leaned back, watching her. She was finer entertainment than one of Getry's operas or than the French theater. She undid them, one by one, keeping her gaze from his face, which seemed to simultaneously mock and leer at her.

The gown, a beautiful garment in deep blue velvet, lay pooled at her feet. Next she began working on the laces of her corset, her hands behind her back. It was impossible. She knew she couldn't undress without her maid--or other help--and yet she cringed at the thought of his hands on her.

He was smirking. He yawned impatiently. The point was not lost on her. She was taking too long.

"I can't," she finally offered. "If you wish me to continue, you will have to undo the laces." Her voice shook.

The swell of her breasts against the tight whalebone corset was tantalizing. He could clearly see her soft curves and narrow waistline. Louis sauntered over to her.

Dammned aristocracy. They can't even take their clothes off without a servant, he thought to himself.

"Turn around, mademoiselle."

She turned. Louis patiently untied each lace until the corset fell into his hands. He let it drop to the floor as she turned to face him.

Sophie felt utterly indecent in the thin cloth of her chemise. The room was cold. Her nipples were easily visible, pushing in hard points against the flimsy fabric. Louis studied the tempting outline of her breasts as she was silhouetted against the candlelight.

She removed her boots and then peeled down her stockings. The slight shake of her hips as she slid them downward was unintentionally enticing.

She stood before him in nothing but her drawers and her chemise. She already felt naked. She prayed it would be enough. He had told her to disrobe. She had obeyed him. He hadn't specified how far to disrobe, she reasoned, spiritedly. Her eyes met his, pleading and defiant at the same time.

Please let me go, she prayed silently.

 

[cgraven]

She stood before him in nothing but her drawers and her chemise. She already felt naked. She prayed it would be enough. He had told her to disrobe. She had obeyed him.

Louis Renaud sat on the end of the narrow bed his well formed leg casually draped over the foot board. His eyes boldly roving over the terrified girl’s supple young body, from the tip of her nose to the tips of her bear toes. The thin translucent muslin linen of her shift, its deep plunging neck line that hardly covered the youthful fullness of her firm breasts. Her areolas a light dusky pink, the hard points of her nipples straining against the material just below the neckline, of her fashionably deep cut chemise, where clearly visible. Sophie silken draws rode low on the swell of her hips, a faintly darker line under her soft folds of her chemise, and gathered just below her knees, tied with a scarlet silk ribbon. Renaud savored the memory of her firm little derrière, the slight shake of her hips as she slid her silk stocking downward, was so innocently seductive and unintentionally enticing.

Her moist dark blue eyes met his, pleading and defiant at the same time. Louis could almost hear her silent prayer; Please let me go.. Yet they both knew that was not to be Sophie’s fate.

“Mademoiselle everything!”

Came the sharp command. The trapped young beauty with tears streaming down her soft cheeks and mustering as much pride as the moment allowed, bent down taking the helm of her chemise, she drew it up over her body and clear of her soft firry auburn tresses. The very act showed off her young breasts as they stood proudly from her bared chest, and then the garment fluttered to the floor from her lifeless fingers. Sophie’s soft blue eyes pleaded desperately; Please no more Monsieur, have pity. Renaud’s cold grey eyes took all hope from her as they stared back at her. Sophie stood there as the last vestige of her modesty lay pooled at her bare feet.

Louis Renaud slowly stood circling the young aristocratic beauty like a prowling beast ready at any second to pounce upon his pry. One arm was covering her breasts, the other hand tried to cover her most intimate region. Stopping before her, his hands drew hers away to bare her naked body completely to him. His calloused fingers traced the contours of her breasts, rolled her taunt roes bud nipples between his thumb and fore finger as the girl pitifully whimpered in her deep humiliation. Maddeningly they trailed down the flat pain of her abdomen to toy with the dark tawny fleece that covered her Venus Mound. before sliding along Sophie’s rose pink labia, to dip within her virgin passage. Till it nudged the proud young beauty’s maiden head.

“Mademoiselle I find that the goods are acceptable.”

Slowly Louis withdrew his finger from the sobbing young beauty.

“You may dress now Mademoiselle. In three days time your husband, Monsieur Le Count will be released from prison and exiled to the Americas. You Mademoiselle will remain here with me.”

There was an absolute look of horror on Sophie’s angelic face. Renaud placed a single finger on her trembling lips to silence to the young beauty.

“You will remain with me for six months Mademoiselle and serve me as my concubine. Six months for your husband’s life, now that is not too much to ask for you and he to have a life time together free from danger. You will writing telling him you will join him once he is settled as you will try and secure his property from the courts.”

The Captain knew that the young beauty was hopelessly trapped for if she refused then she would be condemning her beloved Arnaud to death.

“You will not be able to see him nor will I require you to come to me till you are assured that he is safely away. Do not try to run Mademoiselle for I shall have agents watching you.”

Louis savored the moment watching the young aristocrat suffering the thoughts of her naked body serving his lust thrilled him but that pleasure would have to wait for now.

“I will meet you on the docks at when he is safely aboard a American merchant ship.”

 

[Adara]

Sophie loathed Renaud from the very depths of her soul. He handled her as if she were nothing more than an item to be purchased for his pleasure. The inspection lasted only a few moments but to her it was an eternity as his hands touched and weighed the flesh of her body as if they were judging a prize steer at a country fair. As he sild his fingers inside her virgin sex, the word "no" escaped her lips in a gasped whisper but he paid her no heed. There was a look of triumph on his face as he found her to be "intact." Sophie had never felt more humiliated in her 20 years than she did at this moment.

In three days time your husband, Monsieur Le Count will be released from prison and exiled to the Americas. You Mademoiselle will remain here with me.“You will remain with me for six months Mademoiselle and serve me as my concubine. Six months for your husband’s life, now that is not too much to ask for you and he to have a life time together free from danger. You will write, telling him you will join him once he is settled as you will try and secure his property from the courts.””

His words wounded her more sharply than any daggers could. She was dreaming. This had to be some horrible nightmare. Her nakedness forgotten, Sophie was on her knees before him. She reached for his hand but the touching gesture was lost on Monsieur Renaud. His mind was set. He wanted her.

"Please don't ask this of me. Have pity on me--on us. My husband is a good man." She was a pretty picture looking up at him. Tears ran down her cheeks and slid down her alabaster neck.

"All the more reason for you to secure his release, mademoiselle. Your devotion to your spouse is quite admirable," he sneered.

He would not be moved. And Sophie knew it.

With as much dignity as she could muster, Sophie pulled on her clothes. She knew she would not be able to manage the corset so she dressed without it, stifling her sobs. Tendrils of copper hair had fallen loose and they framed her face. She did not bother to fix it. She wrapped herself up in the big wool cloak as if it would somehow protect her from the depraved machinations of this wicked man.

By the time she had finished dressing, Sophie had composed herself and even Renaud was impressed with her strength of will. She dried her tears with a handkerchief. When she turned to Renaud, she looked directly into his eyes. Only a slight trembling in her lower lip betrayed her emotion. Other than that, she was a mask of composure.

"Very well, monsieur. I understand the terms of our agreement and I will see you on the docks in three days time. I will send a letter to le Comte. Au revoir."

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For Sophie the next 3 days were filled with anguish. How many times did she consider fleeing! There were other dark thoughts as well--the letter opener on her writing desk or the arsenic in the pantry that was used to keep the mice at bay. But she knew that these were escapes that she would never take.

Her letter to Arnaud was brief. She vowed that he would never know what the price of their lives had cost. It was a secret that she would keep forever in a darkened corner of her past. She feared that if she wrote too much he would somehow know. "...know that I love you and will be with you soon. Your Sophie" she finished writing in her elegant hand.

On the third day Sophie did as she had promised. She went to the docks to meet Renaud. Her husband, she had learned, had sailed out that morning as promised. Of that Sophie had made certain. It was done.

She wore black. It was the most modest of all of her gowns and one that she had worn for funerals. Her face was covered by a hat with netting in the front. It was a small act of defiance on her part but it somehow gave her strength.

She awaited her fate.

 

[cgraven]

"Please don't ask this of me. Have pity on me--on us. My husband is a good man."

The young beauty sank to her knees her dainty hands clutching at the helm of his uniform jacket her dark blue eyes imploring him to have pity on her, as the tears ran down her cheeks and slid down her alabaster neck. Monsieur le Captaine’s cold gray eyes looked down on Sophie, austere, resolute, and demanding that she except the bargain that he proposed.

Louis smiled to himself, his black heart savoring his triumph over the proud young beauty, the sensual warmth of her naked body pressed to his legs. Yes on her knees naked before him, that would be a position this firry beauty would learn in time, would become as natural as breathing was to her.

There was a begrudging admiration that stirred in Louis; as mustering all the dignity that she could, Sophie rose and quickly dressed.

"Very well, monsieur. I understand the terms of our agreement and I will see you on the docks in three days time. I will send a letter to le Comte. Au revoir."

Their business concluded Madame Sophie Vidal took her leave, her head held high, and yet her shoulders bowed in her pride and defeat.

“A bientot Mademoiselle.”

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A rye smile creased Captaine Louis Renaud’s face as he regarded the ensemble that Sophie had chosen for the first day of her new life. A modest black gown, one more suited to funerals, and her face was covered by black netting, which was draped from the austere bonnet she wore. He knew it was a deliberate act of defiance, no matter how small on her part, and that was one thing Renaud would not tolerate from her.

He lifted Sophie vale, his arm snaked around her slender waist crushing her body to his, his lips claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss there on the docks for the entire world to see she was his.

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They rode in silence in his carriage through the streets of the city , out into the countryside to a small hunting lodge once the private retreat of a nobleman. It did not have the shabby trappings of number 9 of the "L'oiseau noir" in Paris where they had first met, but had an understated elegance..

“Strip Mademoiselle.”

Louis did not give Sophie anytime to adjust to her new station in life, he knew it was necessary to establish with out a doubt who was the master here. His eyes cold as ever, as he watched to ensure his command was followed. When the young virgin beauty stood naked before him he pointed to the fire that blazed on the hearth and then at her clothing that lay at her bare feet, the last vestige of the privileged life Sophie had known.

“Burn them Mademoiselle, then kneel at my feet to await my pleasure.”

 

[Adara]

“Burn them Mademoiselle, then kneel at my feet to await my pleasure."

Renaud would give Sophie no time to adjust to her surroundings, that was certain. She almost regretted her little act of defiance in the choice of her dress as she was icily commanded to strip and then to burn her clothing.

They were on his territory now. She would have to tread carefully, she knew. Naked again in his presence, a flush of humiliation was evident on her cheeks. Even her body took on a rosy hue of shame. She leaned over the fireplace and threw the black dress into the fire. The flames consumed it instantly as he would consume her body. As the dress burned, Sophie felt, so did the last vestiges of her former life.

She turned to face Renaud and kneeled in front of him as she had been ordered. How small she felt in this position! He looked especially tall and formidable from this vantage point. Her hands flew reflexively to cover herself. It was not defiance that motivated her to shield her body from his gaze but shame and fear.

The floor was hard and cold against her knees. Her breaths came quick. She looked up at him through long sooty lashes and wondered what his next words would be.

 

[cgraven]

Renaud smiled as the proud you virgin again striped for him. He was pleased that this time she had chosen not to wear her corset. With each garment that feel, to reveal more of her chaste body to him, her very shyness caused a rosy blush that spread slowly from her pale ivory cheeks to engulf her body in a sensual crimson glow that thrilled him.


When Sophie knelt before him in all her youthful naked glory. Her small dainty hands trying to cover her nakedness as best she could her soft dark blue eyes looking up at him under her long lashes, Sophie was the picture of virginal innocence. Renaud though a hard man, knew well the ways of young timid girls on the thresh hold of their first sexual encounter, and he knew that this young tender virgin hid her charms not out of defiance but out of maidenly modesty.

“Remove your hand’s and places them on your knees.”

Louis studied this vibrant young beauty in detail for the first time. Sophie’s breast where firm with a slight up turn at her dusky roes areolas and her soft pink rosebud nipples and had no need for a corset to support them. The girls abdomen was flat and taunt, her hips had the seductive swell of her youth, her thighs where silken alabaster and her head crown with a soft shimmering mane of tawny auburn hair, their copper highlights in mark contrast to her pale skin.


Louis loosed the pins those pins that held Sophie’s shimming mane captive and watched in delight as they cascaded down around her shoulders. Slowly he straightened to his full height and placed his booted foot on her soft silken thigh.

“Mademoiselle remove my clothing!”

 

[Adara]

Sophie Vidal

Louis loosed those pins that held Sophie’s shimming mane captive and watched in delight as they cascaded down around her shoulders. Slowly he straightened to his full height and placed his booted foot on her soft silken thigh.

“Mademoiselle remove my clothing!”

Sophie's agile mind contemplated refusal for only an instant but she quickly thought better of it. Renaud's boot on her thigh was threatening enough for her to know that for now this was not a game she could win. His hands were in her hair as she bent forward slightly to unlace his boots. Her hair smelled of jasmine and rose hips and the crimson waves were silky against his fingertips. he inhaled the scent of her. She smelled like innocence. She was more intoxicating than the most robust Merlot and far sweeter.

She worked calmly and slowly. Why rush? At least for the moment she had a certain illusory control over the situation and she was reluctant to relinquish it. Sophie was clever. "You are far too precocious for a woman," her mother often told her. She hoped that she would be strong and resourceful enough now to make it through the next six months.

She freed Renaud's feet from his boots. Sophie had to stand up to remove his dark blue jacket. She stood up slowly, her eyes lowered, lest he admonish her. Her fingertips brushed, like butterflies, against his throat as she unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. She made every attempt to touch her tormentor as little as possible.

Renaud was no stranger to physical labor and he had a strong, muslcled body. There was a scar across his abdomen--no doubt, Sophie thought, from the blade of some angry father whose daughter he had ravished.

Sophie's delicate hands made their way to the belt at his breeches as she sank once again to her knees before him. He ran his hands along her neck and shoulders and she fought not to recoil from his touch. She was trembling now and he watched in amusement while she fumbled with the bronze buckle of his belt.

The buckle came free and Sophie gently let the belt fall to the floor. She could see the unmistakable outline of his manhood against the fabric of his trousers. She swallowed hard and tugged down his breeches. His cock, half erect, sprang forth at eye level to her pretty face. The thick rounded cap was only inches from her cheek. She had no experience with which to compare him but she certainly thought that he must be considered well-endowed. He was completely naked.

Sophie brought her hands to rest lightly on her knees, as he had earlier instructed her. Her eyes, fearful and pleading, met his.

 

[cgraven]

Her hair smelled of jasmine and rose hips and the crimson waves were silky against his fingertips. He inhaled the scent of her. She smelled like innocence. She was more intoxicating than the most robust Merlot and far sweeter.

The shy little virgin kept her eyes demurely lowed, she struggled to keep her touch light, to avoid as much as possible contact with the Captaine’s skin. Under other circumstances the scene could be of a blushing bride on her wedding night. The feel of her hands on him, the way her nipples graded across his chest matted with wiry hair as she eased the shirt from his shoulders. The sensual way that the proud little beauty sank to her knees to remove his breeches, pleased Louis beyond words, for with each little submission this proud chaste beauty took one more step on a road that would lead her to dark passion her young mind could not even imagine.

Like most young ladies of the minor nobility she would have been educated in a convent school. Taught the social graces, and schooled to only surrender the precious jewel of her virginity, to her husband on their wedding night, only after their union had been blessed by the church. Yet as Sophie knelt at the feet of the Captaine, his cock, half erect, a breath away from her full ripe lips, she knew that was not to be her fate. Like the serpent in the garden it was poised to steal her innocence.

“Mademoiselle do you now what the mouth is good for other than for talking?”

Her head suddenly snapped up, terror in her eyes. He did not wait for her to answer, but smiled down on her with a wicked grin

“ I shall show you then.”

His fingers knotted in her silken hair and he drew her lips till the velvet tip of his cock brushed their sweet innocent bow. He hesitated, holding her struggling there, letting the fearful anticipation of what he would require of her to build within her tortured mine.

Then suddenly Renaud was on his knees his mouth crushed to hers, his tongue sliding across her lips, the even ridge of her teeth, forcing its way into the sweet moist cavern of her mouth as he tasted her for the first time. Louis kiss was wild, demanding, as his tongue danced with hers. When he broke that savage kiss the young beauty was breathless. He watched as she crumpled to the rich oriental carpet, as she blushed in same. His lips trailed light tempting kisses down the curve of her slender neck, ever lower they trailed to lightly flutter over the contours of her breasts. His tongue teasingly circled the dusky rose pink of her areola, only to flick across the tip of her pert nipple, before inhale the taunt rose bud into his mouth and gentle suckled it.

Renaud’s fingers lightly danced across her firm abdomen to trace maddeningly light ,random patterns on the young virgin’s inner thigh.

 

[Adara]

Sophie Vidal

Louis' arms held Sophie captive against him as he kissed her. She wriggled in his grasp, her nipples pressing against his chest, her soft breasts touching his skin. Her protests were muffled by the lustful, unmerciful violation of her mouth. His tongue thrust lewdly back and forth in a slow, determined rhythm. She whimpered. When Renaud broke the kiss, she was panting. Her body went limp and she felt herself falling back against the oriental carpet.

As Louis leaned over her, she was certain he was going to take her virginity now and she braced herself for what was to come. But he brought his hot mouth to her neck, kissing her lightly, licking the sensitive place behind her earlobe. He trailed kisses down her throat and between her ripe breasts. His tongue darted out to tease a nipple. It darted in circles around her aureola and then took the precious bud inside his mouth. He suckled the tender flesh eagerly. It was a new sensation for Sophie. Amidst the fear and repulsion her body was feeling something so dark and forbidden that she would never be able to name it. She was dizzy with it.

Renaud’s fingers lightly danced across her firm abdomen to trace maddeningly light ,random patterns on the young virgin’s inner thigh. Louis felt her stiffen. His strong hands pried her thighs apart even as she struggled to keep them closed. He played with her, letting his fingers slide up and down the creamy flesh, almost brushing against the lips of her sex only to slide downward again.

The pad of Renaud's thumb delved into the delicate folds to brush against her clitoris. Sophie gasped and struggled reflexively but Louis was quick and he pushed his knee roughly between her thighs.

He would explore her as he wished. After all, she was his.

 

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The pad of Renaud's thumb delved into the delicate folds to brush against her clitoris. Sophie gasped and struggled reflexively but Louis was quick and he pushed his knee roughly between her thighs. He would explore her as he wished. After all, she was his.


Each desperate struggle of the proud beauty thrilled him, yet nothing like the soft little whimper of unbidden pleasure that escaped her sweet lips as he rolled her taunt roes bud nipple along the ridges roof of his mouth. He could feel her body begin to respond to his kisses and caresses. With his keen now firmly between her virginal thighs he had free access to her chaste sex. His middle tip slid along her rose pink labia, slowly, seductively teasing her young innocent body. It cleaved deeper to her moist inner folds to coax the hooded guardian of her chastity from its hiding place. Renaud slowly rolled her clitoris under his finger tip till it was a hard little pea. His lips now tormented her neglected nipple.

When Sophie breath came in rapid shuttering gasps, the Captaine slowly kissed, licked, and nipped his way down across her quivering belly, his tongue darting into her naval in a slow, sensual, circular, lick. His hot moist breathe stirred her space tawny fleece. At the first touch of his tongue to her virgin pussy she gasped sharply and again tried vainly to resist him, yet Sophie was now hopelessly caught, his mouth buried in her pussy, as it mouth and tongue lashed her and Louis feasted on her sweet dewy nectar.

He played Sophie’s young body as if where a fine musical instrument and her the master of it.

 

[Adara]

Sophie was pinned between the floor and Renaud's hard body. Her legs were spread wide now like a whore's, his palms pressed against her inner thighs. His mouth probed the most intimate part of her body, parting the crimson folds with his deft tongue. His head moved back and forth as he licked her with long strokes from back to front. She could feel the stubble of his beard against her sex. She could not move to escape the onslaught and any slight attempts to do so only seemed to intensify his lust. He sucked greedily on her clit which was now dark pink and swollen.

"Ohhhhhh...."

A low moan escaped her voluptuous lips. It was a sound that she had never before made. Renaud quickened his ministrations, stabbing her virgin passage repeatedly with his tongue and then lapping at the sweet moisture that had gathered between her quivering thighs.

Sophie tensed. Renaud felt the unmistakable push against his mouth and heard the high pitched cry that came from somewhere deep within her core. She convulsed again and again, the foreign pleasure coursing heatedly through her body. His tongue never stopped its serpentine assault on her throbbing clit.

"Oh, mon Dieu!," she whispered. Her head was tilted back and her lips were parted. She panted.

How had she so completely lost control of her own body?

 

[cgraven]

"Ohhhhhh.... Oh, mon Dieu!,"

Sophie’s whispered, her sweet young voice, husky with the pleasure that rippled through her young innocent body, as her first orgasm engulfed her body and soul.

Louis Renaud smiled wickedly, feasted on the young girl’s free flowing nectar, his tongue arching in long sensual strokes as if her liquid offering was sacramental wine. His teeth nipped at her throbbing clit, held it trapped in his teeth as he inhaled deeply, drawing a cool steady stream of air over the feverous tormented pearl.

Sophie back arched, her hips driving her virgin pussy to Louis’s tormenting, pleasing mouth. He wrung several more shattering orgasms from his little virgin before kissing his way back up her supple body. Idly he wondered what the Good Sister’s at the convent would think, if they good see Sophie now, her chaste naked form weathering and thrashing in carnal lust, as he feasted on her sweet innocent pussy.

His mouth claimed hers again, the taste of her own sweet nectar in his kiss. Renaud arched his back, his arm slid between their bodies, as that kiss lingered. He positioned himself to take his prize, that precious jewel that Sophie had so long guarded, the sacred offering for her husband on their wedding night. Easing his hips forward till just the tip of his fully erect cock rested just within her virgin folds. He stilled when he felt her body stiffen, the soft gasp, when she felt the Captaine enter her. Renaud let the velvet tip of his cock nuzzle her aroused clitoris, her hips young virgin’s hips bucking and thrashing in her sexual arousal. Slowly he entered Sophie’s virgin passage, stretching it, stilling for just a moment letting the hapless girl adjust to him, then withdrawing a bit. Over and over again he eased deeper into the young virgin, stretching her virgin passage as he claimed her until he nudged her maidenhead the symbol of her chastity and virginity. He arched his hips back and then with a single powerful thrust, Sophie’s virginity was nothing but a fleeting memory.

He swallowed her scream of pain in their kiss. When he felt her relax a bit Louis took her, claiming her as his own . Renaud let Sophie’s body dictate the pace of her body’s surrender until it built to a maddening crescendo. His heavy sack slapping the curve of her up turned ass. His mouth again found her nipples and he suckled them greedily. At last his white hot lust for the little virgin exploded, his scalding cum filling her virgin womb.
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[Adara]

Sophie Vidal

Sophie was supposed to have given her virginity to her husband in a bed with perfumed, silken sheets on the eve of their wedding. Instead, she had lost it to this detested man on his parlour floor where anyone could walk in on her deflowering.

Once he had taken her maidenhead, the soft, wet sheath of her virgin passage stretched to accommodate Renaud's engorged prick. She was delightfully moist for him and ready for the taking. He knew her body better than she did as he masterfully worked his hips back and forth. She did not know that her own hips began to move in response, pushing him deeper still inside her. He felt her gasping, sharp intakes of breath against his neck in time to each one of his thrusts. She wore the expression of one shocked by the unforseen, unbidden pleasure of her body. The sisters had told her that the sexual act was the duty of a wife in the procreation of children. But never had they prepared her for the dark waves of desire that she now experienced.

Sophie shuddered. The walls of her cunt squeezed Renaud's cock maddeningly as she climaxed again. He drove himself into her, achieving his own release. At last his white hot lust for the little virgin exploded, his scalding cum filling her virgin womb.

Louis remained inside her for a few moments. He kissed her mouth with an intensity that said emphatically I am your master. When he withdrew from her, he could see their mingled juices glistening in her ravaged pussy.

Sophie wept silently, the tears sliding down her cheeks. I am so sorry Arnaud.

It was Sophie who broke the silence.

"Monsieur, if it pleases you," she said softly, "I would like to bathe," she paused. "And perhaps--a glass of wine?"

She would drown in wine tonight if he would let her--anything to dull her reeling senses.

 

[cgraven]

Sophie wept silently, the tears sliding down her cheeks.

Renaud looked down on the young beauty her body rosy and shimmering with the pleasure that had racked her innocent body. He knew her mind had been repulsed by being taken so and her soul tortured by the complete betrayal of her supple young body’s dark forbidden desires. As Sophie lay there, her forearm covering her dark blue eyes, her flawless cheeks stained with her bitter tears, Renaud looked forward to training the young innocent to serve him with her whole body and soul. He knew in this moment of her shame and humiliation that she would never believe herself capable of becoming his willing concubine. The silence lingered as slowly the young deflowered virgin’s ragged gaps settled to a more even pattern of breathing.

"Monsieur, if it pleases you,"………………."I would like to bathe,"…………………"And perhaps--a glass of wine?"

Sophie’s voice was a forlorn whispered plea, and little did she realize in her naivety what her simple request would result in.

“Mademoiselle you shall call me Master and any lapse will cause me to have to discipline you.”

Louis Renaud poured half a glass of Merlot for his little concubine As well as one for himself. He extended it to Sophie’. When her delicate hand reached for it, he pulled the crystal goblet back.

“ And how do we ask for something Mademoiselle?”

He waited as she swallowed her pride and properly asked for her wine.

“A toast to your new life Mademoiselle and the carnal pleasures of the body.”

He fixed Sophie with a cold stare as he brought the goblet to his lips. His unspoken command as sharp as if he shouted it at the frightened girl.

“A bath is an excellent idea Mademoiselle.”

Placing the empty goblets on the floor he took his little trophy by the hand and led her through the hunting lodge and down into the cellars.

The “Chateau de Bois” had been built over the ruins of a Roman villa. The nobleman’s that had been its former owner, had, had the bath completely restore. The chamber was dark, only the faint flickering light of the torch, that the Captaine carried to light their way, gave a hint of its beauty. The sensual warm moist air of the baths, fed by hot springs deep beneath the earth, curled around Sophie’s nude form like ghostly fingers they caressed her silken skin.

“Wait her Mademoiselle.”

One by one Renaud lit the torches of the bath till it was bathed in flickering golden light. The room was breathtaking, the soft marble, the erotic statuary, and the opulence of the pool that lay at her feet. Louis took a seat on a marble bench, reclining in the manner of the ancient Roman.

“I wish to watch you bath Mademoiselle.”

He paused as Sophie blushed scarlet.

“Do not turn you back on me Mademoiselle.”

 

[Adara]

Sophie had believed that now that Louis had satisfied his lust he would now be done with her, for the day hopefully, but at least for the time being. She had hoped for a few hours of quiet in which to steel herself against this man, to adjust to her new surroundings, and to think. She was naiive enough to believe that she had experienced all that the sexual act had to offer and that there was little else that he could do to her. Her thoughts, as she had lain there on the floor breathing softly, revolved around the idea that the worst must most assuredly be over.

But with Renaud's response to her request for wine, “Mademoiselle you shall call me Master and any lapse will cause me to have to discipline you” caused her to doubt her own innocent logic. Discipline her? She was reluctant to allow her mind to even contemplate the possiblities of his statement.

Under different circumstances, Sophie would have admired the beautiful architecture of the Roman bath but in her distraction she hardly noticed. Renaud lit a couple of candles. There was light enough for her to still feel ashamed in her nakedness. Just as she expected him to turn and leave her, he spoke,

“I wish to watch you bathe Mademoiselle.” He paused as Sophie's face turned crimson with this new humiliation. “Do not turn you back on me Mademoiselle.”

Sophie flushed with the indignity of his command and with outrage at his audacity. She met his gaze for a moment and her deep blue eyes flashed with the impulse to refuse him but the helplessness of her situation overwhelmed her strong will.

The water was warm as she stepped into the pool. She was disappointed to discover that the pool was too shallow for her to hide herself from his scrutiny under the protective cover of the water.

The warm water was welcome on her skin as she poured it over her trim legs and supple thighs. She knelt down and leaned back, immersing herself as deeply as she could. She splashed handfuls of water over her stomach as the droplets ran down her skin and into her navel. Her position afforded the captain with an enticing view of her now slick breasts, the nipples nearly erect.

Renaud had offered her no washcloth and she was too proud to ask him for anything else. She used her hands to lather the soap on her arms and legs and stomach. He was watching her intently with what seemed to her like amusement. Reluctantly, she ran her hands over her breasts, the nipples becoming two hard points against her caressing palms. She wanted to move quickly but at the same time she wanted to make even this small freedom last.

She was still very wet in between her thighs from their sex and despite her shame she would wash this sensitive area. She would wash him away. Her soapy fingers parted the moist pink folds. She lowered her eyes to avoid his penetrating gaze as she moved her hand back and forth, cleaning herself.

Her shame was almost unbearable as her gentle fingers brushed her clitoris. He watched. He saw every movement as she went through the simple ritual of bathing. And as she washed this most intimate place, Sophie, without thinking, turned her body from him.

 

[cgraven]

Oh the utter joy of that blushed that spread from Sophie’s cheeks to cover the young innocent beauty in the most delightful shade of crimson from the tip of her nose to the tip of her toes warmed Renaud’s black heart as he savored this latest humiliation for the young aristocratic beauty. There was a leisurely arrogance as the Captaine reclined, naked on the marble bench watching as he watched the blushing young innocent enter the pool. And her blush turning to scarlet when she realized that the pool was not deep enough to hide her supple naked charms from Renaud.

There was an innocent sensuality as Sophie cupped her delicate hand dipping then into the warm water and then poured it over her trim legs and supple thighs. She knelt down and leaned back, immersing herself as deeply as she could. She splashed handfuls of water over her stomach as the droplets ran down her skin and into her navel. How innocently seductive she was her arched back, her firm young breasts trust up a droplet of water clinging to her erect nipple before falling to trickle down her body supple body. Under any circumstances the picture his little concubine presented would be highly erotic, but in her blissful ignorance of such matters, her innocence and naivety made it the most erotic of spectacles.

Or at least Louis thought until his little trapped beauty took the bar of soap into her hands. Sophie’s slick soapy glided over her breasts in slow sensual circles, her rose bud nipples becoming two hard points against her lovingly caressing palms. Her delicate soapy ands trailed down over her abdomen, so flat and firm, till her shy fingers parted the moist pink folds. Louis Renaud smile broadened as the young woman lowered her eyes demurely to avoid his penetrating gaze. Sophie moved her hand back and forth, cleaning herself, her hand cupping her moist young pussy, as her gentle fingers brushed her clitoris.

Louis enjoyed this erotic picture of the chaste maiden as she bathed , the renewed flush of shame as she intimately touched herself, and for a moment he wonder if that blush was caused by shame or forbidden pleasure. All such ponderings fled his mind as while she washed this most intimate place, Sophie, without thinking, turned her body from him.

Louis had warned her now she would pay the price for her disobedience.

“Mademoiselle did I tell you, Do not turn you back on me?”

There was an icy fire in his soft voice as he spoke. He saw her gasp, the fear growing in her soft eyes, and her lips parted as to speak.

“Come here immediately!”

Like a bird caught in the deadly mesmerizing stare of the serpent Sophie hesitated a moment her lips still bowed.

“I said come here!”

As Louis Renaud began to rise his sever displeasure with her blazing in his eyes, and yet still she hesitated, standing their paralyzed in his gaze. With a swiftness that belied his age Renaud was at her side, His fingers cruelly entwined in her rich auburn mane. Bodily he dragged the struggling young woman from the pool to the marble bench. As Renaud sat her drew Sophie’s struggling naked body across his knees. He did not loosen his grip on her silken tresses but use them to compel her to remain lying there.

SMACK

The force of the blow made the young beauty’s firm derrière jiggle, the crimson print of his hand emblazoned on her soft silken flesh. In all ten blows fell on her firm up turned derrière till it glowed scarlet. He bent his head kissed her hot flesh and let her slide from his lap to crumple on the cold marble floor.

Louis’s hand now gently stroked her wildly disarrayed silken hair.


“ I take no pleasure in having to discipline you Mademoiselle but I will not tolerate disobedience.”

 

[Adara]

In a desperate attempt to free herself from her captor's grip, Sophie had wriggled and squirmed over Renaud's lap. The first stinging slap shocked her so completely that she stilled immediately. Her lovely bottom glowed a warm shade of deep pink by the time he was done. After the 10th stroke, his hand rubbed lightly over the stinging flesh, still hot from his punishment. She went limp then and sank easily to the cold floor. She welcomed its coolness against her burning bottom. It was not the pain of her punishment that disturbed Sophie the most, but the unnameable stirring in her loins that even his harsher touches seemed to create.

Renaud's hands were in her disheveled hair. He sat behind her, his knees on either side of her. He ran his finger down her spine and delighted in the way her body responded to his touch. His caresses were gentle and in some odd way helped quiet her sobs. He picked up a silver handled brush and ran it through the red waves, untangling the knots until her vibrant hair shone in the candlelight and framed her beautiful face like a fiery mantle. How lovely her silky hair would feel against his body as he taught her to serve him.

Louis pushed Sophie's hair away from the left side of her neck and bent to kiss her there. He felt her shivering as he licked and nibbled the creamy flesh. Drawing his lips in he sucked repeatedly in the same spot until a red mark formed on her neck.

She would see it in the morning when she looked in the mirror and it would remind her that she belonged to him.

 

[cgraven]

As his chastened little coquette slipped to the floor between his knees Louis Renaud could smell the faint fragrance of the young woman’s arousal. The delicate touch of his hands brought a shutter to Sophie’s supple body. He loved the felling of her luxurious silken tresses, their firry highlight as he ran the sliver brush through it. He could feel the young beauty’s begin to relax. Louis pushed Sophie's hair away from the left side of her neck and bent down his hot moist breathe stirred the stray hairs at the nape of her neck, his lips softly brushed her neck in a sensually teasing kiss. The shy innocent beauty shivered as he licked and playfully nipped at her slender neck leaving his mark on her creamy silken flesh.

Slowly Renaud drew the trembling young beauty to her feet yet this time Sophie did not tremble in fear, for he could feel the fire burning in her, as she leaned back into his waiting arms. They circled her trim waist, one hand resting on her firm flat belly, the other cupping her moist sweet pussy. This time she made no effort to pull away from him as his teeth nibbled at her earlobe.

The Captaine let Sophie’s forbidden passions slowly grow, till she quivered with sinful desire. He turned her to face him, her fore head rested on his chest, her shy dark blue eyes unable to meet his. Renaud lifted her chin as he lowered his lips to slowly claim her mouth. He felt her warm supple body rub against his, her taunt nipples biting into his chest, as she stretched up on her tip toes, to meet his lips.

Silently as they kissed, Renaud reclined, drawing Sophie down to the floor on top of him. He knew she could feel his erect cock pressing against her belly. Louis’s hands gripped the heart shaped cheeks of her firm little derrière drawing the young girl astride of him. He guided her delicate hand to the shaft of his cock and helped her position it between her dew folds.

This time there would be no question of rape, this time the proud little beauty would let her own weight impale her, so she could embrace the dark sinful fires that raged with in her chaste body. His time Sophie would take her first willing step on the dark road. A road on which Renaud would be her guide, that would take the young innocent far from the life she had known..

 

[Adara]

Sophie Vidal

Sophie allowed her body to relax. When Renaud turned her to face him, drawing her mouth to his, she did not resist. Her lips parted softly to receive the kiss. It pleased him, her quiet submission and innocent yearning. To steady a trembling in her knees that was not from fear this time, Sophie slid her lovely arms around his neck. Her quivering body rubbed against him, electric with need.

Renaud leaned back and slid down to the floor. His arms encircled Sophie's waist as he drew her down with him. He continued to kiss her. She imitated her teacher instinctively, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and causing him to shiver. Sophie felt his erect cock pressing against her belly and she moaned, twisting her hips toward him.

Louis’s hands gripped the heart shaped cheeks of her firm little derrière drawing the young girl astride of him. He guided her delicate hand to the shaft of his cock and helped her position it between her dew folds.

Her knees on either side of Louis' outstretched legs, Sophie spread her legs wider to accomodate him. She was so wet that the round tip of his cock slipped inside her with ease. She sank down gently upon his hard shaft. If Renaud did not know better he would almost think the vixen was teasing him in the sensuous, slow way that she impaled herself on his swollen member. But it was a combination of her inexperience and the fact that her passage was still tight. But still--it was intensely erotic.

Once he was fully embedded inside her, Louis pushed upwards against her. Sophie moaned and took his cue. He let her control their pace and the depth of penetration. She began to move astride him, tentatively at first, and then more eagerly. The sensation in her loins was sublime. She gyrated her hips, digging her knees into the floor, and felt him slide into her even deeper still.

Louis cupped her firm bottom and molded her to him. Her breasts jiggled in a circular motion as she rode him, her breaths coming faster. She was Venus with her Adonis, her head tilted back in wanton pleasure, her lips parted.

"Ohhhhhhh....oui....", she moaned ecstactically, the orgasm building in her. Louis saw her come, her hips bucking wildly, the pressure of her inner muscles squeezing him to her. He groaned and spurted his seed deep inside her, his own pleasure frothing to its delectable climax.

She collapsed on top of him, her flushed face buried in his strong chest.

 

[cgraven]

She sank down gently upon his hard shaft. Slowly his little vixen impaled herself on his swollen member. Her inexperience and the fact that she was still tight, was intensely erotic.

Slowly the innocent young Mademoiselle gave into her dark sinful desires, all that the good nuns had taught her about what was right or wrong flew from her mind as Louis trust up into her molten pussy. Her loving husband on his way to the America’s a long forgotten memory. All that existed for the hapless little beauty was the pleasure of the feel of her new master filling her. This time not only her treacherous body betrayed her but her will as well.

Ohhhhhh....oui....", she moaned ecstatically, the orgasm building in her until it broke in shattering ecstasy to engulf her body and soul.

Louis own climax mingled with Sophie’s as she collapsed exhausted on to his chest..

It was several minutes before he slipped from the moist heaven of her grasping pussy. A deep crimson blush bathed the young beauty from head to toe, but not from shame this time but from the glow of her slowly fading pleasure. Louis gathered the girl into his arms and carried her to his bed.

In the morning his little vixen would awake with his mark on her chaste ivory skin, and with the knowledge that she had given herself willingly to him.

The Captaine led Sophie sleep well into mid morning he smiled at the sensual way she lay naked on his bed, her body still flushed as a shy little smile played across the sensual bow of her full ripe lips.

Louis had taken great care in selecting Sophie’s new wardrobe. The chemise was that of a young girl and would only cover her nubile boy just beyond the seductive curve of her firm derrière. Her dark blue jupe was slit up the side to the waistband and every time she took a step it would bare her long sculptured leg to her upper thigh. The scarlet bodice laced up the front and would thrust her young firm breasts up exposing all but the rose bud tip of her nipples. He woke her with a kiss

“Time to wake my little Vixen.”

Louis thought Ah Vixen that would be Sophie’s new name. Today would be the first day of her new life and the first day in learning how to please him in other ways beside with her sweet tight pussy. Sophie had died by the bath and as she woke naked on Renaud’s bed Vixen was about to be born.

 

[Adara]

Sophie slept well that night, her delicate body spent from Louis' passion and her own. The sky was gray and the dimness made her sleep longer than usual. Like La Belle Dormant, she too, was awoken with a kiss.

“Time to wake my little Vixen.” Sophie's eyes fluttered open as Renaud brushed her lips with his own. The gentle tenderness of his kiss surprised her.

She remembered the previous night. First she remembered the rough way he had taken her by the fireplace in the parlour room. Then she recalled her punishment in the bath--but what she remembered the most vividly-- was their second coupling. How lewdly she had behaved! Why hadn't anyone told her about the hedonistic delights of the sexual act? She felt that the nuns had cheated her in witholding this knowledge, for then at least she would have been prepared.

Sophie's agile mind burned with curiosity. Apparently, there was much that she had not been told. Perhaps if she thought of this whole experience as an opporunity for learning, it would be easier. It did not have to be wholly unpleasant, she told herself. She did fear the sinfulness of what she had participated in--but hadn't she saved her husband's life? Would that not make up for it? She turned these things over in her head. It was a conflict that would not easily be settled.

"Good morning, Master," Sophie responded to Renaud as she had been instructed.

The clothing that he had laid out for her was indecent. Did he expect her to leave the property in such attire, she wondered? Would the servants see her like this? Her pert breasts were visible almost to the nipple and no matter how carefully she walked, she could not help bearing her thighs. No self-respecting woman would dare show even her ankles. Low cut gowns were the fashion but this bodice would have been deemed inappropriate, even in the more liberal sections of Paris. And French women might show a lot of breast (unlike the stuffy English) but they most certainly did not show leg.

Renaud watched her as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was innocent sensuality personified in this new garb. He smiled to himself as she examined the red mark on her neck, visible for all to see. She blushed. He knew she recalled the exact moment he had given it to her.

Renaud took her hand and showed her around the house. The hunting lodge was modestly elegant. The nobleman who had previously owned it had excellent taste. Sophie's favorite room was the library.

"You may read what you choose," he told her. This thrilled Sophie. All her life her reading had been supervised. To read anything she wished was a naughty and forbidden freedom.

Unknowingly, she smiled at him.