Untamed Beauty

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This is a closed thread for Untamed-Heart and C G Raven read along and enjoy

The eighteenth century was a time of change, change from the old excepted norms of European society, the rise of the age of “Enlightenment”, and secularism. It was a time of growing colonial conflict between France and England. A time of colonial warfare in the America’s, a time when those that came to those untamed lands carved out new societies, often leaving the old world and its values behind. It was to this new land that Jacque Batard came in 17 00. He was a young man from a well placed family in France with limited opportunities. His father obtained him a commission in the French Marines Independent company. Jacque departed from Rochelle France for Mobile in Louisiana on a rainy day. He was posted to a small but important post at the fort of the Alabama’s as a junior officer. Through hard work he attracted the attention of the Royal Governor in New Orleans. Soon more important assignments came his way; he became involved in the fur trade, making a small fortune. At the age of 50 he had made a rather comfortable fortune, was a leading member of the small community at St Louis. Jacque Batard decided to employ a maid servant and he new exactly what he wanted and that was a young woman of beauty that would be totally at his mercy, an indentured servant, who would be a slave to him subject to his every whim till her contract was completed.

Jacque waited at the landing in St Louis for the arrival of the bataue from New Orleans. Again he read the litter from Michelle Longchamps.

M. Batard,

I have found a young girl of virtue and calmly beauty. I assure you she is quite innocent and of exceptional beauty. I am sure she will meet all of your peculiar needs.

The young lady will be arriving on the 13th.


M. Longchamps.

Jacque 50 was still a striking figure of a man, tall lean, his thinning ginger hair touched at the temples with a trace of sliver. His life on the frontier had made him powerful and ruthless when it came to what he wanted.

Jacque studied the few passengers that had arrived on the bataue when a young girl caught his eye.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique Delphine hadn't started her life out poor. Born to a wealthy family she had everything a little girl could dream of. From ponies to dolls and everything in between. She had lived in the literal lap of luxury until she was 16, when it all changed.

Her father had owned a shipping company, one that seemed quite prosperous. But, through a series of bad judgements, a few ships that were lost to sea, his company began to fail. He never told his daughter what was happening, for she was a girl and little likely to care. Besides, she was his baby and deserved the best. Therefore he continued to bring home lavish gifts, paying for tutors who taught her refinement. If the skin around his eyes grew taut with worry, Monique was told not to worry, daddy was just tired.

He came home one day shortly after her 16th birthday, and sitting her down, began to make hints about her finding a wealthy husband and settling down. Though he cared deeply for her, he knew if she made a good match, one she would be gone and someone else caring for her and her expensive tastes, but also the future son might be willing to lend a small sum to see his father in law's buisness begin to boom again. It never occured to him to explain to his daughter the circumstances, if he had, she would have willingly given up most of the things she was acustomed to, for she was a girl with a good heart.

Things continued as before until one day almost a year later, some men showed up on her doorstep, demanding to see her father. She showed them into the study and when her father joined them she soon heard their voices raised in anger. A while later, her father came out, looking like an old broken man. She finally learned the truth when he told her things had become so bad that these men had come to drag him to the debtors prison and all their belongings with the exception of a few small items, clothing mostly, of her own.

This was to take place imediatly and as the men came behind him and grabbed his arms, he begged her forgiveness with tears in his eyes. She consoled them both, telling him she would be alright. Then they dragged him out the door.

for the next 6 months, she struggled by, depending on the generousity of her friends, but then that too ran out. Nobody was interested in taking her to wife, for though she was a comely miss, nobody wanted to be saddled her her since she was destitute.

She had seen an ad in a circular about a term of indenture. As maid, she would be cared for and fed. The term was for seven years, unless she bought back the papers that would be on her instead. Most indentured servants were that way due to commiting crimes and instead of languishing in prison they chose this method. There were others like herself though, willing to barter service instead of ending up in the poor house.

That was how at the very tender age of 18 she came to be standing on the gangplank looking for someone. She had shipped out within a month of seeing the advert, after the ship had dropped them in New Orleans, a bataue had carried her upriver. She was standing there clutching a small valise when she spotted a man who might be her new owner. Touching a hand to the bonnet that did a poor job of hiding the riot of blonde culrs atop her head, she then soothed a hand nervously down the front of her dress, her curves emphasised by the cut of the gown. She wanted to make a good impression, but she feared that she just looked silly at that moment.

Monsieur Longchamps had said an older gentleman, and he seemed to fit the bill. Plucking up her courage, she stepped up to him and dropped into a brief curtsey. When she rose again, she had to tilt her head back and mentally rued the fact she had been destined to only grow to 5'3. "Monsieur Batard? I am Monique Delphine." She watched him, trying to gain an insight to what type of man he was, but drew a blank.

 

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"Monsieur Batard? I am Monique Delphine."

Jacque cast an appraising eye on the young woman and was pleased with what he saw. Longchamps had not exaggerated she was indeed a rare beauty, and very young, her eyes where wide with wonder at her surroundings. The girl’s dress was fashionable, spoke of a life that must have been one of privilege, and that in itself spoke of a convent upbringing either in the sanctuary of the convent itself or of pious nuns hired as tutors, in either case her innocence has apparent in her modest demeanor.

“Mademoiselle Delphine I presume”

At that moment the captain of the bataue bowed to M. Batard.

“Monsieur Batard the girl’s papers.”

Jacque took the contracts of indenture, the bill of laiding for the girl’s passage from France, inspecting them.

“All seems to be in order Captain.”

Jacque Batard handed the Captain a small purse settling the accounts and turned to Monique Delphine.

“Gather your things girl and follow me.”

Jacque’s demeanor was aloof as he immediately assumed the role of master leaving no doubt Monique’s mind that she was his servant and her passed life was no over and a new one was beginning in which she would not be served but would serve.

It was three hours travel up the river to Jacque Batard’s estate. His house was of stone, more fortress than house, there was a Mill, and a small chapel was under construction. The housekeeper was a rather elderly native woman who’s French was broken. She instructed Monique Delphine that she would be the Master’s maid, sleep in an adjoining room, and she was to care for all of his needs. Monique was given a simple peasant blouse low cut, a simple jacket also very low cut, and a simple skirt that modestly hung to the floor. All was quite until the morning that Jacque Batard ordered a bath drawn.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique swallowed hard as she watched the papers marking her as someone elses property were passed over. She knew that this truely marked the end of her old life, and a brand new adventure just begining. She hadn't the foggiest notion how to be a servant, but she did figure it couldn't be to hard. With determination she was sure to master it.

“Gather your things girl and follow me.”

Meekly Monique followed him and then spent the three hour trip to his property staring around her in wide eyed wonder. She had seen many things, but the sheer majesty of her surroundings was breathtaking. She did stare in some trepadation at the sight of his house-it had a rather dim cast to it but she shook off the nerves, deciding it was just due to not knowing what was in store for herself.

When they came inside, she was introduced to the elderly lady that turned out to be the housekeeper. The lady instructed her in her new duties and Monique wasnt worried overly much about them as they seemed relatively simple. She donned her new outfit, frowning at the fit of it. Her generous bust had a mind of its own, constantly seeming to want to pop out of her blouse. She just resolved to be most careful when she moved, just in case.

That night, she curled up on her narrow bed, shivering slightly under the thin blanket. Her form was naked as she had no bed clothes to change into and she didnt wish to wrinkle the only ones she had. Her bag had been taken from her when she had entered, and when she had asked the housekeeper of its whereabouts, she was ignored. She had never slept nude before, it was quite a discomfiting.

she spent the next day learning the routines of the house, what to do when and how, things were quite fine. She took her meals in the kitchen with the housekeeper, who remained unapproachable. she retired early, for though her duties were relatively light, she was unacustomed to them and was exhausted.

The following morning, she was ordered to prepare a bath for her new master. She struggled with the big tub, it weighed almost as much as she and was quite ungainly. She struggled with the watermanaging the hot, then began to add the cold. She was on the last bucket when the strain on her underused muscles grew to be to much and she collapsed to the floor. She stared in dismay as the bucket overturned, spewing water across the floor.

She heard her master coming towards his chamber door and she stared at it, waiting for it to open, knowing she would be unable to clean the mess in time to prevent its discovery. dropping her eyes, she snatched at a cloth and began to mop up the spill without heed for the material she was using.

 

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Jacque Batard was amused with the proud little beauty, so petite, her head crowned with strawberry golden locks, the subtly sensual cure over her bust, the way Monique’s pert breasts threatened to spill from her low cut bodice, the hint of her areolas peeking just into sight, her trim little waist, and the seductive swell of her hips. Yes the young girl was quite a beauty a beauty that Jacque would mold into the kind of servant that he required. Jacque Batard found it refreshing when Monique would flush was maidenly modesty when her breasts threaten to spill from her bodice and at the same time it lit dark fires of passions, a desire to sample the young maiden’s charms. And why not was she not his property to do with as he wished? And if his conduct was not proper who would the young beauty seek out for help? Was he not the local magistrate as well?

Jacque had put these demons from his thought until that morning when he opened the door to his anti chamber for his bath. That morning he found the young beauty on her hands and knees, her firm little derrière swaying seductively, as she desperately mopping up a bucket of spilled water with his new silk dressing gown.

“ Girl what are you doing…….. you have ruined my dressing gown………it is worth two years of your wages!”

There was something about the fear he saw in her eyes, the shimmering unshed tears there and in that final moment he knew that he had to have this young innocent.

“Give that to me girl!........ look at what you have done!”

Jacque grew deadly silent and a smoldering lust for Monique blazed in his eyes as he drank in every sensual curve of her lush young body.

“ Remove your skirt girl and clean up this mess!”

When the innocent beauty hesitated his voice became deadly serious.

“Or shall I have to call Madame Le Roy and have you stripped and beaten girl?”

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique heard the door open behind her, and she froze for a split second, then tried to mop faster. But it was the roar of anger in his voice that stopped her dead in her tracks.

“ Girl what are you doing…….. you have ruined my dressing gown………it is worth two years of your wages!”

She looked down at the cloth in her hands and gasped in mortification. She realised she was holding a brand new silk robe that was so soft, it seemed to glide over her fingers...except where it was wet and was clinging to her arms and fingers. she stared up at him, an appology hovering on her lips, but it died unspoken as she saw the anger in his eyes and fear formed in her heart.

“Give that to me girl!........ look at what you have done!” She flinched at his bark and cowered a little in fright until her natural courage shoved itself to the forefront. She was about to toss back a caustic remark, until she remembered that she was his property and as such, no matter how she wanted to, she couldn't say a word.

She saw the new look in his eyes and she shivered anew. She couldn't say what the look meant, but she knew it was something bad. then he spoke again, and her fears were confirmed. It turned out that her master was not a very nice man at all! When he told her to strip off her skirt, she didn't want to. the fear of a beating to her soft creamy flesh was the only thing that made her do it.

With her cheeks burning, she reached for the fastenings on her skirt and slowly drew it down. Stepping out of it, she knelt quickly to hide the long expanse of leg she was revealing. Shuffling forward, she mopped up the rest of the spill, silent tears of shame trickling one at a time down her cheeks.

When the mess was cleared, she looked up and asked, "Please Sir, what am I to wear now? I fear that my skirt is in quite a ruin until it dries, and as you can plainly see, I am not attired to any degree of modesty." Her voice quivered dreadfully, she was wishing the floor would open and swallow her whole, so great was her embarassment. She held the sopping material on her lap, attempting to shield herself from his view.

 

[cgraven]

Jacque was delighted with Monique Delphine’s maidenly blush as her dainty hands went to the fastening of her skirt. His eyes ravenously followed the retreating fabric as more and more of Monique’s supple, sculptured legs came into view. Quickly the girl turned from him falling again to her hands and knees. Her ankles where modestly close together, her breasts brushed the hard stone floor, and her firm, well rounded derrière was high in the air. Jacque wondered if in her hurried modesty to turn from him the young innocent was giving him quite the show as her derrière at times was half naked and exposed to him.

When Monique had finished her task she turned her tear stained face to Jacque Batard. Her shame and embarrassment burned crimsoned on her cheeks as she clutched her soppy skirt to her lap in a desperate attempt to maintain some degree of modesty.

"Please Sir, what am I to wear now? I fear that my skirt is in quite a ruin until it dries, and as you can plainly see, I am not attired to any degree of modesty."

Monique’s voice was a shy whisper that quivered with her acute embarrassment. Her soft eyes where met by the unblinking gaze of Jacque Batard’s piercing hazel eyes. Quickly the innocent young golden haired beauty demurely lowered her eyes. Jacque let the young girl suffer in silence for several minutes before he took a seat facing the bath.

“Stand up girl and drop that rag.”

Jacque leisurely studied Monique from head to toe, his eyes drinking in her beauty. When he spoke his voice was deadly calm.

“Monique you will now disrobe and bath for me, you will face me, and you will not turn your back to me.”

Batard relished the look of shock and horror that played across the girl’s face. Before the startled beauty could say a word he barked.

“Now!”

He tossed a coarse wash rag and a bar of soap to the golden haired innocent.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique trembled in a wash of uncertinty as he ordered her to drop her skirt and stand there. She knew that her priveates werent really sovered by the blouse, and a fresh hot flush of shame washed her from the tips of her nipples to her hairline in pink.

Slowly she let the material slide from nerveless fingers to the floor, her eyes following it as it crumpled there. She was so confused. Her father had servants, more after her mama had died. To the best of her knowledge, nothing like this had ever gone on there. But, she had also never been included in the dicipline of a servant who made a mistake, for her father had told her it was a mans job to do such things. So perhaps her embarasment was out of line?

“Monique you will now disrobe and bath for me, you will face me, and you will not turn your back to me.”

Her eyes darted from the floor to his face, utterly horrified that he would ask such a thing of her. She had made the bath for him! why on earth would he want her in it? And it seemed So unproper too! a lady would never do such a thing, her father had mumbled through that particular talk with red ears and had said nakedness between man and wife was a thing only ever done in the dark and it was a mortal sin for a woman to enjoy anything that might happen after that!

She opened her mouth to tell him that she couldn't possibly, when he'd yelled at her. She was so shaocked that she almost fell down. Nobody had ever yelled at her before! She was quite terrified of the sound of his voice and almost automaticly she began to move in response to it.

When he threw the washcloth and soap to her, she caught it automaticly, then cringed at the feeling of the coarse fabric against her hands. She hadnt been there doing actual work yet long enough to develop calouses of any type, so the cloth abraided her sensitive skin.

Bending over, she set down the cloth then pulled the blouse over her head. Her nipples hardened imeadiatly in reaction to both her embarassment and the chill in the room. Hoping she was doing the right thing, she gingerly stepped into the tub and beganto wash. Concentrating on her breasts and pubic area first, and washing both repeatedly- the longer she washed them, the less view of her intimate parts he had.

 

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Jacque Batard’s face was an impassive mask as he studied the young beauty. He watched a mirrored of emotions play across her innocent young face. Monique’s cheeks flushed crimsons, her fingers clutching at the soaking skirt in a desperate attempt to maintain some shred of maidenly modesty. Slowly the golden haired beauty’s fingers uncurled and the skirt dropped to the stone floor as her cheeks now turned scarlet with her embarrassment.

The shift that was Monique’s last shred of modesty hardly was adequate to insure her modesty; it barely covered her sweet young innocence reaching only to the top of the girl’s thighs. Her legs where a thing of beauty, her thighs lily white now tinged with a pink hue as her blush now encompassed her from head to toe. She stood there not moving until Jacque barked his orders at her. Slowly Monique Bent over, setting down the coarse wash cloth, Monique pulled her blouse over her head letting it drop from her lifeless fingers. Her movements where graceful her shyness sensually arousing and so very seductive in her innocence. Jacque Batard watched as the innocent beauty’s nipples hardened almost immediately in response to both her embarrassment and the chill in the room. Gingerly Monique stepped into the tub and began to wash. Jacque watched festinated as the girl lathered her firm breasts, her soft downy innocence. Her flawless body glistened in the early morning light, her nipples crowned her youthful breast hard and ripe as summer raspberries, Monique’s golden downy fleece as soft as a spring dawn. He marveled at how obedient she was, almost eager to please despite her acute embarrassment.

Jacque pondered the situation as the girl desperately tried to hide herself from his piercing gaze as she washed. Slowly he stood letting the silken dressing gown slip from his body. Despite his years Jacque Batard possessed a strong athletic body, tempered by years as a soldier on this wild frontier. Small scares marred his skin from wounds received in service to his King. His gazed held Monique’s as He stepped into the bath. His body strong hard unyielding was a berth away from hers. When he spoke his moist warm berth washed across her cheek.

“Wash me girl every inch of me from head to toe.”

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique was hit by a flush of curiosity when she happened to briefly raise her eyes and saw her master drop his robe. Even as her cheeks burned anew, she couldn't help stealing little glimpses of his awe inspiring form. At least it was awe inspiring to heras his was the first naked body she had ever seen other than her own, male or female. She had never even seen a mans torso uncovered before and now her maidenly curiosity was aroused, though she tried desperatly to hide it.

She stifled a gasp of dismay as he came and stood in the tub with her. Her eyes were locked to his and her hand fluttered up to her throat in trepadation. SHe couldn't concieve what he wanted, she wanted to flee, but the piercing look in his eyes rooted her in place. She could feel the heat from his body as they stood close together and she shivered.

“Wash me girl every inch of me from head to toe.”

Her cheeks flushed to a new rosy hue with this order, she almost dropped the soap and cloth. Silently though, she wiggled around him, cringing back as her soft flesh came into brief contact with his. It sent a shiver of feeling through her, undefined, yet undenyably pleasant at the same time. She wiggled her way around in the tub until she was at his back, it seemed the safer place to start. It also allowed her a discrete view of his form, where she could appease the curiositites of how it looked and felt, even if it was with clothe seperating her hand from his skin.

SHe wet the cloth and rubbed some soap on it then began. She started with his shoulders, rubbing the cloth across in little circles, facinated by the feel of the corded muscle under his skin. She swept the cloth downward, running over his lower back. She jumped over his butt and carried on down to wash his legs. She wasnt sure if he was reminding her that he had said all of him or not, but she jumped guiltily as he cleared her throat. Tentatively, she reached out and ran the cloth quickly over his ass, then grabbed it at each end and quickly washed between his cheeks with a flossing manuver. She then rinsed the cloth and repeated the process to rinse him off.

With a deep breath, she knew that she had to do his front next. Picking up the soap, this time she decided it prudent to shake off the water from her feet and step out of the tub to approach him. with this half of his body, she tried to keep it brisk and impersonal, but when she was crouched down washing his calves, she felt something hot and fleshy touch her shoulder.


She glanced up quickly, then scooted backwards from the fleshy monster that suddenly seemed to be attacking her. She realised suddenly that this must be his thing, his manhood that her father had said,"When a man and woman marry, on their wedding night, the man will putt his Manhood inside the woman."

She blushed scarlet this time, and bent her head to wash his other leg. When all that was left to wash was his prick, she froze. Her newfound lnowledge made that thing, untouchable-she wasn't married to him, she barely knew him! Shaking her haed violently, she drew back, "I can't Monsieur Batard, I really can't, you will have to do it, because it isn't right to do that!"

 

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Jacque Batard smiled to himself as Monique’s crimson hue deepened as his robe slipped from his shoulders. Her eyes where demurely down cast yet she raised her wide doe eyes stealing little glimpse of him. Her naive curiosity delighted him for he knew that in the end it would be the young girl’s undoing.

The golden haired beauty obediently did as her master had commanded. Jacque was thrilled as her young supple body brushed against his as she maneuvered her self to stand behind him, the brush of her taunt nipples against his skin the touch of her dainty hands as she washed his back, the shy way she avoided touching his ass, avoiding the intimate contact as long as possible, then the trill of her hands as she washed him in a decidedly intimate manner. Jacque Batard was a man of the world and the sensual caressing of his body by this young innocent maiden had a very sexual effect which he found quite pleasant.

When Monique stepped from the bath to now wash her master’s front he could no help but noticed her physical perfection. Thou her movements where as much as possible brisk, impersonal, the feel of her youthful hands on his chest and abdomen only fanned the flames of lust for her. The girl despite her best efforts could not avoid all contact with him as she knelt to wash his calves her proud young breasts brushed his thighs. When his manhood brushed her shoulder Monique blush turned from crimson to scarlet. Suddenly the innocent beauty shook her head violently.

I can't Monsieur Batard, I really can't, you will have to do it, because it isn't right to do that!"

Her voice was a soft maidenly whisper, more a heart felt plea for mercy. Jacque stooped to lift the girl’s chin with a single finger, his eyes capturing hers, holding them with his by sheer will. His voice velvet soft yet with a core of iron to it.

“Mademoiselle it is not yours to say what you will or will not do what is proper and what is not. It is yours only to obey your Master.”

He paused for a moment his gaze unblinking; his will iron as he continued.

“Mademoiselle I will not suffer you to touch me with your hands, but you will wash me.”

Again he paused and when next he spoke there was no doubt that that he was deadly serious.

“Girl you WILL use your tongue and mouth now to wash me, or I will have you taken to the courtyard, bound to the pillory, as you are, beaten, and left there for the day so all can see what a willful ungrateful girl you are.”

Jacque tone left Monique no doubt that he would do as he said.

“Mademoiselle I will instruct you.”

Jacque waited for Monique to make here decision.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

“Girl you WILL use your tongue and mouth now to wash me, or I will have you taken to the courtyard, bound to the pillory, as you are, beaten, and left there for the day so all can see what a willful ungrateful girl you are.”

Monique blanched as she came to the concusion that she should have done as she had been instructed in the first place, without letting her own sense of propriety get in the way. She knew she was being punished by this decree, and the alternative was double punishment. She did wonder how she was supposed to clean him with her mouth and tongue, for though she knew cats and dogs cleaned themselves in this fashion, she couldn't see how it would work with her doing it.

It was clear that she would have to do this thing for him, as she couldnt stomach the thought of being taken outside naked and beaten. She also knew that after this task was done, she was going to have to strive to prevent a repeat performance. If he told her to do something, she was learning rapidly to just do it without question, as it would save her much grief and hardship later on.

“Mademoiselle I will instruct you.”

Again she had to wonder, how was it that she needed instruction in this? if he wanted her to wash him like that, she should only have to lick it all 'round really good shouldn't she? She looked from his face down, taking her first really good look at it. Since she knew she would be momentarily clensing it, she studied it's shape. Long and fairly thick, she noticed the bulges from his veins on it. Leaning a little closer, she sniffed it carefully and was pleased to note that it had no particular odor and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that perhaps this was a task she could do, she looked up again.

"Monsieur, I have no desire to be publicly humilliated and will therefore do as instructed. I must offer my appologies as I am unused to the life of servitude and am a willful creature. I am trying to remember my place, but I appologise for my lapse."

The appology was pretty, and she actually meant it. She had come to the conclusion that this must be a thing all servants were required to do, and she felt very badly for failing.

 

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Jacque Batard watched as Monique leaned closer to him her clear innocent eyes wide as she inspected his manhood, her dainty little nostrils flared as she shyly sniffed him and then just a hint of a shy smile in relief. It was hard for Jacque to believe that his young beauty was truly this innocent after his life in the wilds of Louisiana among the natives that found all things sexual natural and even enjoyable he had forgotten how truly innocent the young girls of gentility where.

"Monsieur, I have no desire to be publicly humiliated and will therefore do as instructed. I must offer my apologies as I am unused to the life of servitude and am a willful creature. I am trying to remember my place, but I apologies for my lapse."

Monique soft whispered apology carried a sincerity to it that could not be faked and there was true repentance as well in that shy little voice. His manhood now throbbed in anticipation of the first touch of her sweet innocent lips and the gentle caress of her pink little tongue.

“Very well mademoiselle but I will tolerate not tolerate an ungrateful servant who is slack in her duties, who does not try to exceed in all that she is required to do.”

Though Jacque’s voice was stern his hand gently caressed the young beauty’s silken tresses. As he took half a step forwards toward the kneeling beauty. The velvet tip of his manhood just brushed her sweet full ripe lips. Slowly, softly as a father instructing a wayward child Jacque Batard began Monique’s instructions in how to wash her master’s manhood with her soft pink tongue, how to clean and massage his heavily laden sack with her mouth. He praised the golden haired innocent when she did as she was instructed, chided Monique when she was not gentle enough, and praised the girl as his cock slipped between her lips.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

“Very well mademoiselle but I will tolerate not tolerate an ungrateful servant who is slack in her duties, who does not try to exceed in all that she is required to do.”

Monique actually smiled when she heard that, relieved that he had accepted her appology as genuine and determined to prevent a reocurance. All the same, she had to fight back the instinctive impulse to draw back as he stepped forward and his manhood brushed against her lips. As an automatic reaction, her lips parted slightly first though, and she held the pose as she forced herself to sway into him and stick out her little pink tongue to take her first tentative taste of him.

Her cheeks still burned with the embarassment of her situation as her mind screamed at her that what she was doing was wrong but she took no heed of it and carried on. Following his instructions carefully, she first of all ran her tongue as expected up and down the length of him, then she laved his balls with long slow sweps of her tongue.

She hesitated a fraction of a second when he instructed her to take them into her mouth and suckle them, but she attacked the new task with the determination of one wanting to make amends. She had to be told to be gentle as her mouth suckled a little hard on occasion, but for the most part he seemed to have no complaints.

She was then told to take him inside her mouth and suck gently, as far in as she could, eithout using her teeth on him at all, but to run her tongue over his length as it lay in her mouth. She tried a little hard the first time, taking to much and having to back off while she coughed and gagged, but when she approached him again she found it a bit better as she went slow and stopped at the first hint of her own discomfort.

She sucked him slowly, taking time to lick him all over when she noticed a curios sensation between her own legs. It seemed that somehow while she did this she was being affected as heeat pooled between her thighs and she had to clamp them together to prevent the twitching feeling from getting worse.

Soon however, she drew back again with a small grimace and timidly said, "Sir? I am not sure I am doing it right, it tastes a little funny and there seems to be something coming from the end of it. Should I be doing it a different way?"

 

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Jacque watched as the innocent little beauty smiled when he so graciously accepted her apology. Monique body was that of a woman but she was so child like in her innocence as her soft little pink tongue attentively tasted him for the first time. The golden haired beauty was shy hesitant at first, then became eager to demonstrate that she would do all that she could to please her master. A thrill coursed him as she suckled his balls, the little vixen so eager to do as she was instructed that Jacque had to caution her to be gentle. With each caress of her full ripe lips his manhood swelled, stiffened and grew with his desire for the young beauty. Her innocent eagerness trilled him and he almost came when Monique took him deep with in her mouth.

The girl had accepted that what she was doing was after all her duty as a good servant. The dark sensual aroma of Monique musky arousal soon greeted Jacque Batard and the youthful beauty seemed to redouble her efforts as she now seemed to sift from side to side her young thighs clamp tightly together. A small grimace marred the placid beauty of Monique face as she drew back Jacque’s cock slipping from between her soft lips to bob in front of the kneeling girl.

"Sir? I am not sure I am doing it right, it tastes a little funny and there seems to be something coming from the end of it. Should I be doing it a different way?"

Jacque steady himself his hand tenderly caressing Monique’s silken tresses, he looked down into her wide innocent eyes, and the back of his hand caressed her flawless cheek.

“Mademoiselle Delphine you are doing well, do you find the taste unpleasant?”

Jacque’s voice was husky with his building passion and anticipation of taking full this young innocent, yet there was a mock fatherly concern in his eyes as his young beauty stared trustingly up into his eyes. He did not wait for the girl to answer but pressed his cock to her lips again.


“It is merely an indication that you are doing well my child, the better you do the more you will be assured that you are pleasing me. Do not waste this gift of your master’s pleasure with you.”

Jacque voice was almost hypnotic as he pressed his cock once more into the warm seductive embrace of Monique’s mouth. He subtly guide the innocent Monique helping her to open her throat to his raping cock, encouraging the young beauty to redouble her efforts to please him. His hips now slowly began to move in time with her suckling mouth driving into her welcoming mouth and throat till at last his lust exploded deep with in the suckling heaven of her mouth and throat.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique had little time to reflect on the taste of his excretions before she was required to continue with her minstrations. Thinking on it though, she decided it wasnt to bad, kind of bland and smooth, overall, it was kind of nice.

She was barely aware as he caused her to take his cock into her throat, recognising where it was going, but uncaring as it seemrd more natural that way. She was aware that each time he drove his cock into her throat, it seemed as though a tiny shock ran through her little pussy. Her face was becoming flushed and she didn't quite know what to do about it.

When he exploded, his cock was burried at its deepest point in her throat, but soon he pulled back slightly and the sensation of him filling her mouth was almost more than she could handle. She started swallowing almost automaticly, until one particular burst hit her the wrong way and she choked.

Yanking her head back as she coughed and spluttered, she recieved the last of his cum on her lips and chin. Regaining control, she leaned forward again and without being told took it back into her mouth and cleaned off the remaining dribbles. then she cleaned the last bit off her chin with her fingers and sat back on her heels, desperate to know if her punishment was at an end and more importantly, if she had done an acceptable job.

She looked up and asked softly, "Will you require anything else cleaned, Monsieur? or perhaps you might be willing to let me find something to wear now?"

Now that this act seemed to be concluded, she felt an overwhelming rush of shyness and was desperate to cover her nakedness, even though a part of her knew it was a bit like closing the barn door after the horses had escaped. Even knowing that though, she didnt care. Her hands slipped reflexively infront of her to try to cover herself up.

 

[cgraven]

Jacque smile was one of pure pleasure as he basked in the memory of Monique’s firry golden head bobbing eagerly up and down his swollen cock that filled the young virgin’s mouth. His pleasured doubled as he recalled her eagerly opening her throat to him, how she almost greedily swallowed his cum as it gushed to fill her milking throat, her warm moist welcoming mouth. Yet all this was nothing in comparison to how her little pink tongued had snaked out to clean her full ripe sensual lips, the innocent young beauty’s dainty fingers collecting ever last drop of his spilt lust for her and the seductive way she then cleaned those fingers.

"Will you require anything else cleaned, Monsieur? or perhaps you might be willing to let me find something to wear now?"

Monique’s voice a soft, seductive, whisper, her wide, innocent, clear, eyes looking up into his in a child like plea, begging to know if she had preformed her duties correctly, as the girl demurely tried to cover her self with her dainty hands. Jacque Batard’s idly caressed Monique’s flawless cheek, his manner nonchalant.

“Mademoiselle you pleased me with the attention that you have just now paid to your duties. There will be nothing more for the moment.”

He paused his eyes never blinking as he continued.

“As to the matter of your clothing you have deprived me of my new dressing gown, and your skirt is soaked. You will bring both to Madame Le Roy to be dried.”


Jacque added almost as an after thought.

“You may wear your shift only for now.”

He loved the thought of his Little Maid wearing only her shift, so thin and so scandalously short. The low plunging neck line, the helm barely covering her firm little derrière.

The rest of the day pasted with out event, Monique served Jacque his evening repass in his rooms. When all had been cleared away he smiled at her.

“Mademoiselle the night is chilled I wish you to warm my bed.”

This in itself was a normal request quite above board except for the fact that there was no bed warmer by the hearth. Jacque saw the confusion in her eyes then added as if it where the most natural of things.

“ Girl just strip turn back the covers and warm it with your body. I shall return in and hour.”

Yet he did not he stayed away long enough to let the exhausted little beauty fall asleep.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

“As to the matter of your clothing you have deprived me of my new dressing gown, and your skirt is soaked. You will bring both to Madame Le Roy to be dried.”

Monique nodded, but squirmed uncomfortably when he stated that she must go through the day dressed only in her shift, for she knew how scandalous that was, but she had no choice. Her face blossomed with red when she handed over the soiled articles and fancied she saw stern disapproval on the other woman's face. Lifting her chin, Monique brought to bear all the training she had, to calmly pretend there was naught amiss.

She spent the day trying to be unobtrusive, she would have hid in her rooms, but she was continually given duties that would force her to be in view of someone at all times, usually Madame Le Roy who oversaw it all with a gimlet eye. Monique was actually grateful for the day to end and to be summoned to Monsieur Batard's chambers.

She stood in front of him, listening to his instructions with an attentive ear, but she kept shifting from foot to foot, seeing how his eyes kept running up and down her body. She swallowed nervously but relaxed a bit when he smiled at her, for she was sure he would dismiss her for the evening. He didn't but she thought nothing of it when he said,

“Mademoiselle the night is chilled I wish you to warm my bed.”

She walked to the hearth to retrieve the bed warmer, but frowned when she couldn't find it. Her unease returned in a flash as he told her to warm it with her own body, but said nothing as he waited for her to get in then turned and left.

She lay still for some moments, simply luxurating in the softness of the bed, something she hadnt been able to enjoy in some months, then slowly she pretended to make snow angels on his bed, sweeping her feet and arms back and forth. She quickly noted that this action was messing the covers up so she quit, then started moving over a body width ensuring the whole bed was warm. Then she lay there, waiting for him, laying in the spot she thought he would want to sleep to make sure it was the warmest.

Being warm and in comfort made her eyelids sag slowly, but they snapped wide open again as the chamber door opened. Hastily, she yanked the covers up to her nose, and peeped at the door over them as he came in.

 

[cgraven]

Monique lay in his bed just like a little angel, so innocent with the covers drawn up to her button nose, so modest, so maidenly, yet the way the covers draped the young beauty’s supple body, the sensual curves of her figure clearly outlined, and the seductive way her breasts rose with her breathing fired a new Batard’s passions and lust for the little innocent. He casually strolled to his bed turning back the covers, and slipped in beside Monique.

“Mademoiselle the sheets are still cool…… come here and warm me with your body……. You may retire when I am asleep.”


Jacque was being bold pushing his young innocent virgin as much as he dared yet leaving her the hope of escape. He lay there enjoying the feel of her body against his, slowly he fained sleep, and just as Monique made to move to retire to her own lonely bed Jacque draped his arm across her body, his finger tips brushing her golden fleece, then laid still. Again when the trapped little beauty attempted to leave he enfolded her in his arms drawing her close to him she was locked in his embrace, his head lay cushioned on her breast and he nestled their as if a babe in sleep then Jacque lay still again.


He was not sure of how much time had passed Monique’s body tense, slowly the young girl began to relax, her breathing steadied, deepened, as she feel into a half sleep lost somewhere between the waking world and the world of blissful sleep, a half dream world. Slowly Jacque snaked out his tongue and so lightly circled the golden haired beauty’s areola till it was a puffy little mound caped by her taunt raspberry nipple which the tip of his tongue flicked across.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique watched him, wide eyed as he came towards her. Her first instinct was to scramble out the opposite side of the bed when he slipped in there with her, but his words halted her.

“Mademoiselle the sheets are still cool…… come here and warm me with your body……. You may retire when I am asleep.”

Resignedly, she nestled against him, allowing the heat from her body to wash over him. She lay there tensely, afraid to move, aware of the way her body moulded to his, the firm feel of him against her. Gradually she began to relax, then became aware of the enjoyable feeling of the crisp hair on his legs against her own.

She waited until his breathing had settled down and he seemed asleep. She tried to ease away from him, but she was shocked when his arm snaked out and tugged her close to him again. She was a little frightened at the possesiveness of his hold, but she surmised that it was just due to the fact that he had fallen asleep holding her and his subconcious was causing him to try to continue. She felt the soft brushes of his fingers over her pubes, but only a swiftly indrawn breath made note of it.

As he lay with his head on her chest, she relaxed, and her eyelids grew heavy again. Just as she was about to drift off, she felt something new. Something warm and wet across her nipple, followed by a rush of coolness as his breath feathered across her as he exhaled, then it began again.

Her nipple had tightened in reaction to the first touch, and she lay there trying to understand first what was happening, and why her entire body seemed aflame from one spot outwards. She lay still as she realised it was his tongue that was playing havoc on her nervous system, as she knew that trying to escape would be futile.

Unfortunatly, her not moving made it easier for him to assault her senses, and soon the feelings of pleasure rippled through her entire body as he continued. She twitched restlessly on the bed, all her nerves screaming with sensation as a moaning whimper escaped her lips.

Imeadiatly she snatched a hand to her mouth, appaled that such a sound had escaped her, but that did nothing to suppress the next that welled up. His tongue felt so good, that her hand slipped from her mouth to touch his head, her fingers lightly pulling him to her in an unconcious request for more.

 

[cgraven]

Monique lay in Jacque’s arms like a frighten little dove he smiled to himself at her little gasp as his fingers brushed her maidenly fleece. The young beauty in her innocence was not fully aware of the intimacy of that caress.

Jacque was please the way her treacherous nubile body responded to the lewd advances of his tongue and mouth upon her virginal body the way her pert little raspberry nipple grew taunt, the soft puffiness of her areola, Monique’s whimpered moan that escaped her luscious lips., and the heat of passion radiating from her supple form as she withered in a forbidden pleasure. He shifted ever so softly one hand now resting on her other breast, fingers taunting her nipple, areola, and the firm contours of her breast. Jacque’s other hand again returned to the soft firry Golden Fleece, his fingers teasing the soft moistening rose pink folds of her virginity. Again he shifted and the young beauty was nestled against his body, his ardor for the young beauty now hard as iron its tip nuzzling the firm rounded cheeks of her derrière, and when the trapped beauty moved it slid along the length of her labia being bathed by her sweet nectar.

Jacque Batard new that he would take the girl now yet he would master her, bend her to his perverted will. For the time being Jacque would leave Monique her virginity but had resolved to enjoy the dark forbidden pleasures that her tight sweet derrière offered. The thought of stripping from the young beauty each of her charms in turn thrilled him, to enjoy her body as he saw fit to mold her into a willing little slut that existed for his pleasure.

His breath was hot and moist on Monique’s neck, it stirred the stray whips of hair at the nape of the girl’s neck, and as he played her body and passions like a fine instrument his cock now demanded entry to her virginal ass, and he knew that he would take the youthful beauty in this most forbidden manner wither she wanted to or not. After all was she not his property to do with as he pleased?

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Monique wasn't sure what to make of the sensations building in her body. As his hands moved over her skin, she felt as though she had been licked by fire. She squirmed in his arms, alternatly trying to get both closer and away in turn.

She stopped abruptly as she felt her hard length of his cock pressing against her. Instinctively she knew approximatly what he wanted, and her first thought was that there was no way it would fit where he wanted to put it! She clearly recalled the size he had been in her mouth and she was absolutely positive that there was no way it would work.

Then he pressed it to her rear and she grew scared. She whimpered in her fear and tried to crawl away from him. It wasnt that she was trying to disobey his implied demand, but she was so terrified of the unknown that it didn't matter what he wanted.

His arms were like steel bands around her however, and she was unable to move very far. Instead she tried to use her voice, but all she managed to say was, "Monsieur, it wont...!!" As his cock slid into her a tiny bit her voice caught on a squeal of exquisite agony as her virgin ass separated for the first time.

He wasn't in her very far, but her ass felt like it had been split wide open and oh how it hurt! She twisted in the bed, her body trying to expel the invader and move away, even as it slid in a little further. Tears of pain ran down her face and she grew desperate for release, trying in any fashion she could think of to get away.

She raked her fingernails down his arm, digging in little furrows there, enough to show a mark, but she didn't break any skin. Unfortunatly for her all that netted her was trapped hands as he grabbed hold of them and pushed into her even further.

Gradually he gained total entry, then paused as her body adjusted. Gradually the pain faded and she lay passively in his arms, an unwilling participant, but no longer fighting him. She felt like she was very full and very hot, but not hurting at least.

 

[Untamed_Heart]

i hate double posts lol

 

[cgraven]

Monique whimpered in fear as Jacque Batard began to claim her virgin ass.

"Monsieur, it wont...!!"

The stunning young beauty soft little voice pleaded, and Jacque loved the young girl’s pitiful little struggles as his arms tightened his possessive hold on her. There was no more faining sleep, the teen beauty raking her nails along his arms as Monique desperately tried to defend her honor. He capture her slim writs in a vice like grip as his cock popped into the frightened little doe’s dark forbidden rose. Monique twisted in the bed, the alter where her innocence was being sacrificed to his lust, her body trying to expel the invader and move away even as it slid in a little further. Jacque arms now moistened by the tears of pain ran down her silken, flawless cheeks, her struggles fruitless as the terrified little beauty struggles grew desperate for release, trying in any fashion she could think of to get away.

Jacque Batard’s cock had now fully claimed Monique’s virginal ass, he held the girl in his steely grip letting her adjust to his invasion of her ass. He felt her sobs shake her delightful lithe form, her stretched the young beauty’s arms above her head captured in a single hand. Monique’s body was arched, drawn tight as a bow string, Jacque’s free hand returned to her taunt puckered little nipples, he leisurely teased, taunted and excited first one then the other intensifying the flames of pleasure he had all ready ignited in the innocent virgin. He the master Monique’s body the finely tuned instrument that he played so well to her shame and down fall. He kissed the nape of her neck, sensually tongued the soft spot just below her ear, nibbled and suckled Monique’s ear lobe, then Jacque’s hips started to slowly pump his ironed cored cock seductively in and out of the young beauty’s ass. He gagged her body’s response, his tempo increased, slowly, his hand drifting down across the flat smooth plain of the young girl’s belly his fingers toying with her firry fleece, slipping along the moist, puffy lips of her labia to roll her taunt little clitoris under the pad of his fingers, coaxing it from its hooded hiding place.

Jacque utter not a single word to distract his young innocent from the feelings that where building in her innocent body, the heady mixture of pain building to something quite different a forbidden pleasure that now assaulted her, tempting Monique to surrender to it, to cast off all she had known or thought she had known as what was right or wrong, to cast all away and then to embrace the forbidden pleasures he offered her..

 

[Untamed_Heart]

Conflicting feelings assailed Moniques body, the lingering traces of pain mixed with the delightful sensations budding in her breasts. As he ran his fingers over her nipples she shivered, as he thrust his cock in and out of her slowly, she moaned with both lingering pain and the first traces of a dark pleasure.

The pain in her ass was almost totally gone now, replaced by growing heat as her body decided that it didn't really mind the new activity. The feeling of Jacque's mouth, tongue and breath on previously undiscovered sensitive areas was slowly driving her mad and it helped her overcome her natural revulsion to the thing they were doing.

She was concentrating on staying passive, when her body was screaming for her to do something else, to move somehow and she trembled in indecision. The feel of his fingertips on her most sensitive area caused her to jump in surprise.

She fought with herself then, sure that she was doomed to go to hell if she took pleasure from simple act of him caressing her, not to mention the feelings that were building from his cock as it slid smoothly in and out of her tight ass, each stroke caressing delicate nerve endings to a fever pitch.

She moaned softly as his fingers played with her clit, feeling tiny electric currents course through her from her clit to her toes and back. She lost the fight she was having, realising that she was in the hands of a master, one that could and would coax any reaction out of her that he pleased.

Her legs parted for him, allowing easier access, even though she knew he was reaching just fine, it instead signified her submission to his will. At the same time, her body began to move in time with his, meeting his thrusts as a moan of need escaped her. She knew she needed, but what it was, she wasn't quite sure. Her skin was so sensitive, her nerces drawn up tight inside her hovering just at the crest of...something.

Then the world exploded and she fell, screaming as her body shook with tremours, unsure of what was happening, a little scared of it, but at the same time consumed by the pleasure of it and wanting more.