When Eloise had first taken Peggy to bed, the maid had been shy and reluctant. By a mixture of cajoling, teasing and simply taking what she wanted, Eloise had slowly worn down Peggy’s resistance. Now the once coy girl was now as willing to share cuddles and caresses as Natalie, if less accepting of the erotic humiliations that Eloise so loved to inflict. Peggy’s first beating had been a traumatic affair, with plenty of tears as she knelt on the floor of Eloise’s room with her big white bottom bare and raised for punishment. She had squealed and blubbered while her buttocks were turned red, but ended shivering and needful in Eloise’s arms, alternately apologising for her misbehaviour and begging for the privilege of licking her mistress’s cunny.
Eloise stood naked, revelling in the feel of the sun and air on her body, unashamedly naked, with her nipples already stiff from the touch of Peggy’s fingers on her skin. Stepping forward, she dipped a toe experimentally into the water, finding it cool and fresh.
‘Undress and join me,’ she ordered, turning back to where the maids stood watching.
They obeyed quickly, giggling as they helped each other strip while Eloise waded out in the pool and submerged herself in the cool, clear water. Rising and turning, she watched the maids come to the edge, their arms around one another’s waists in a gesture of casual intimacy. Both had fine bodies, yet they could scarcely have been more different. Natalie was tiny, with pert breasts and sweetly rounded hips separated by a narrow waist and a soft belly that showed as no more than a gentle bulge. Her skin was a rich olive and thickly grown with black hair over her sex. Large brown eyes and a slight flare to her nose hinted at Spanish or even Moorish ancestry. Peggy, by contrast, was pale-skinned, golden-haired, freckled and decidedly plump. Big, heavy breasts and a chubby bottom were saved from being excessive only by their youthful firmness, while her belly and thighs were sleek and rounded. Despite their differences, both girls produced a sexual reaction in their mistress, a reaction that she fully realised was partly physical and came partly from their submission to her will.
When all three girls were in the water, they began to play, freely yet with the maids showing a deference to Eloise that she considered natural. Naked together, their play became increasingly erotic, pinched nipples and buttocks becoming commoner and then giving way to more open, intimate caresses. Finally the three came together, Eloise’s hands finding the others’ bottoms and squeezing a wet cheek in each.
Without a word they climbed from the pool, coming together in a tangle of wet, eager limbs, their mouths meeting and their fingers burrowing into crevices without restraint. As if by a natural force, Eloise moved to the middle, taking the girls’ heads and putting them to her breasts so that they could suckle. As firm, eager lips closed on Eloise’s nipples, Natalie’s fingers found the cleft of her cunny, parting the lips to find the centre of her pleasure.
Delighting in the warm, maternal feeling of being suckled by two girls, Eloise lay back, intent on taking a long, leisurely climb to her orgasm under Natalie’s expert fingers. When it finally arrived, it signalled the onset of an hour of uninhibited play, the three girls enjoying each other’s bodies without reserve. Slowly, without conscious effort by any of them, their play came to revolve increasingly around Natalie’s enjoyment of sexual chastisement. On discovering that no glasses had been packed, Eloise ordered Natalie into a kneeling position, regardless of the detail having been as much Peggy’s responsibility.
The application of one of Eloise’s discarded slippers quickly had the small girl’s bottom cherry red. As always, her moans and the openness of her vagina betrayed the maid’s sexual response, while increasing Eloise’s desire to punish and humiliate. Ordering Natalie to push her bottom up, Eloise took the bottle of wine that they had opened.
‘As you have neglected the glasses, you must be the glass yourself,’ she teased and began to pour the rich yellow wine into Natalie’s open vagina.
Peggy giggled at the sight and came quickly forward as the wine began to spill from the mouth of Natalie’s gaping sex. Eloise laughed as the English girl began to lap, only to break off as the sound of a branch snapping cut through the air.
Looking up, she saw a horse coming through the trees towards them. Her angry rebuke faded on her lips as she saw that the rider was Christian, who she felt could be relied upon not only for discretion, but also to add to the pleasure of their sex play. He waved at them with a lack of propriety that immediately irked Eloise. Yet, given her complete nudity, it seemed hard to demand formality and she waved back, acknowledging his right to join them.
‘Good day, Christian,’ she called in greeting. ‘Dismount your horse and mount Natalie instead; she will benefit from your use. You may use your whip on her, too; the experience will teach her a valuable lesson.’
‘I’ve had her many times,’ Christian responded, ‘and I see she has already been spanked. No, if I am to dally, I’d rather put my member to your own proud cunt, Eloise.’
Eloise stopped, aghast at his reply. Many times she had taken pleasure in his large, powerful body, but always it had been as mistress and servant. He would lie to be mounted, obedient and patient while she bounced up and down on the rigid pole of his cock. Now his tone was very different, and closer to a threat than anything. Yet her arousal was high, and her cunny badly in need of the filling of hard penis that his presence promised.
‘If you must, then it seems I can do little to prevent it,’ she responded, effectively offering herself while privately vowing to have him whipped for his temerity at a later date.
‘Get in a line, then, with your arses up,’ he ordered. ‘I’ll have your cunts one by one, to be sure no girl misses her share.’
‘Do as he says,’ Eloise instructed Natalie and Peggy, who moved to comply, with giggles and arch looks at Christian.
Kneeling naked between her maids with her bottom raised, Eloise felt a strong sense of submission. The pose was rude, showing cunnies and bottom-holes to him in a flagrant display of female sex.
She waited, shivering slightly as he dismounted and moved behind them, inspecting their spread rears and dangling breasts with a proprietorial detachment that fuelled her sense of subjugating herself to his raw lust. Turning her head, she found him with his cock already in his hand, stiff and long over Peggy’s plump behind. Annoyance that the maid should be given preference to her flared in her mind, only to fade as he sank down behind her. She felt her thighs pulled open, then the head of his cock at her vaginal opening.
She gave a little yelp as it was pushed unceremoniously in, then sighed as her vagina filled, her status put aside for the pure joy of kneeling to accept a man’s cock in her vagina. He began to push, making her moan and whimper with pleasure, only to pull out as suddenly as he had entered her. Instantly feeling deprived, she put her hand back and began to stroke herself, sure that once he had had his fill of Peggy and Natalie, he would return to take his climax over her.
Eloise continued to frig as Christian mounted Peggy, humping her chubby behind until she was squealing and clutching at the grass in her ecstasy. After a while, he pulled free, leaving his cock standing proud and glistening with both girls’ juices as he moved quickly behind Natalie. Eloise watched the expression of expectant pleasure on the little maid’s face, only to see it turn suddenly to surprise. With eyes open wide and mouth round and gaping, Natalie gasped, gritted her teeth and then once more gasped.
‘Ow, Christian!’ she exclaimed and Eloise realised that the big man had penetrated not the maid’s vagina but her anus.
For several minutes Natalie was buggered, Eloise watching in fascination as the expression on the maid’s face changed, from surprise to resentment to an abandoned, breathless bliss. Knowing only too well the powerful effect of having a cock in her rectum, Eloise could only watch and wonder if she herself was going to be served the same way. Christian had never buggered her, yet this was a new game, and one that relied on her acceptance of his lust. Still toying with her clitoris, she felt her pleasure
rise at the thought of being buggered, especially while her two maids watched it done to her.
With her sense of anticipation nearing breaking point, she waited. Christian stopped, and began to withdraw from Natalie’s anus. The maid was left panting on the grass as the footman moved to Eloise. She stuck her bottom up, acquiescent to the penetration of her anus, only for Christian to reach forward, grab her by the hair and pull her sharply back towards his cock.
‘Suck it clean, Eloise,’ he snarled, his voice deep and commanding, entirely different from his normal tones of deference and respect.
She felt a catch in her throat, but her mouth was opening of its own accord and she knew that she could not resist. Gaping wide, lost to everything but her wanton pleasure, she accepted his cock in her mouth and began sucking. He laughed at her response, still holding her hair as her mouth filled with the rich tang of her own juices mingled with those of Peggy and Natalie.
Eloise could hear Christian’s laughter as he fed her his erection, a triumphant, scornful sound that mocked her inability to control herself in her ecstasy. Then he grunted, jerked and sperm flooded into her mouth, adding a salty, male flavour to the tastes of bottom and cunt.
‘Swallow, you little whore,’ he demanded, forcing his penis to the very back of her throat.
Eloise gulped, felt the slimy come at the back of her mouth, then gagged as the head of his cock was jammed down her throat. Again it jerked, his come erupting deep to fill her gullet and the rear of her nasal cavity. He pulled back as she began to choke, withdrawing his penis to leave her gasping for air with his sperm bubbling from her mouth and nose. Deliberately, carefully, he wiped his cock on her cheek and nose, then stood up.
She sank forward on to her face, then rolled slowly over, her hand all the while working against her vulva. With her eyes tight shut and her mouth wide she began to make the final touches that would bring her to orgasm. As the pleasure built in her head, her mind focused on the way he had taken her, making her kneel between Natalie and Peggy with her buttocks in the air, just like the maids, just as if she were no more than one more common serving girl. He had fucked her, then Peggy, buggering Natalie purely for the pleasure of subsequently putting his cock in her, Eloise’s, mouth. She had accepted it, all of it, sucking on his cock and masturbating, hearing him call her a little whore as he came in her mouth.
Eloise came, her head ringing with Christian’s derisive, knowing laughter as her spine arched in orgasm. Her tongue was sticking out, slimy with his sperm as she hit a long drawn out peak of shame and ecstasy. Then, at the very peak of her bliss, she opened her eyes, finding Christian standing above her with his half-limp cock in his hand. His face was set in an amused sneer and she realised what he intended even as the urine sprayed from the end of his cock.
A great burst of outrage welled up in her as the hot fluid splashed on her breasts, but she was still coming, too far gone in the ecstasy of orgasm to do anything. As he moved his cock to splash urine on her vulva, she felt another peak rising. His laughter increased in volume as her back arched once more and she screamed out her pleasure as the pee splashed over her furiously rubbing hand.
Three more times her cries rang out, echoing in her own ears as she rode her orgasm. Then she was coming down, subsiding limply on to the grass, indifferent to Christian slowly playing his stream of pee over her naked body. She no longer cared. Her degradation was complete. He had urinated on her while she was coming, in just the way she had so often treated Natalie. Even when he let the last trickle fall into her open mouth, she made no resistance, merely pushing her tongue up to make it bubble up over the side rather than down her throat.
Lolling her head to the side in utter defeat, she found the two maids kneeling together, their arms around each other as they watched their mistress in open-mouthed disbelief. Suddenly the reality of what she had done crowded in on Eloise, replacing her blissful, trance-like state with anger and indignation. Sitting quickly up, she spat out her mouthful and looked round for Christian, trying to find words to express even a fraction of the depth of her outrage.
He was already by his horse, one foot in a stirrup.
‘I came only to deliver a message,’ he said, calmly meeting her furious gaze, ‘so I’ll not stay, for all the possible pleasure of another go in your well-fleshed cunt, or perhaps up your fat backside.’
‘I . . . I’ll have the skin from your back for that!’ she yelled, finding her voice.
‘I’m sure you would,’ he laughed, ‘but you won’t. You are no longer the Demoiselle of St Romain; you are merely another over-eager slut. The assembly has declared all ancient privileges void and all men equal, and so you no longer have the power to order me whipped, nor any other. But this is all beside the point. I have come to say that your father has decided to flee the Château. He is making for Switzerland, and if you wish to join him you had best hurry. Myself, I am for Dijon and the army, so farewell.’2
He pulled himself quickly on to his horse and sped away, leaving Eloise sitting splay-legged and speechless on the grass. Her mind burnt with the shame of her own submission; yet, as his final words sank in, her anger took on a new target. Her father was fleeing, leaving lands that the family had held since 1015. The act was unthinkable, a betrayal that made Christian’s appalling insolence and her own helpless delight in being used by him utterly insignificant.
Forcing the servant from her mind, she rose and hastily made her way into the pool. As she washed her body clean, she became set and grim, determined firstly to attempt to stop her father leaving and secondly, if that failed, to ensure that the Château remained tenanted.
Eloise stared down from her window in the corner tower of the Château St Romain. Beneath, where the village ended and the road to Auxey began, a knot of artisans and peasants had gathered, principally vignerons and field hands, but with a student and the local cooper among them. Their attitude was very different from the obsequious stupidity she regarded as typical. Instead they were surly, aggressive and anything but respectful. Having already felt how once obedient servants could change at the hands of Christian, she had no illusions as to their loss of proper obedience. Nevertheless, to her mind they were more misled than malicious.
The student, Emile Boillot, and the cooper, Jean Faugres, were the ringleaders, and those who Eloise blamed for what she saw as the subversion of her people. The former was the son of a villager and fresh from the turmoil in Paris. A thin body with an overlarge head and a small mouth that seemed permanently pursed all went to add to what she considered a most distasteful whole. He claimed to be something called a Jacobin. The word meant nothing to Eloise, yet he seemed to derive considerable self-importance from this fact. It was also he who had brought the proclamation of the assembly in Paris to the area. A letter he carried, and of which he made much in his speeches, authorised him to impose the requirements of both the Declaration of the Rights of Man and the bill that abolished feudal law. Indeed, it was the presentation of a copy of this letter to Christian at the Château gates that had made her father finally decide to flee.
The latter was a huge, bearded man, a Touranjou by origin and someone who in Eloise’s view had never shown adequate respect to her family and, more importantly, to herself. Indeed, she strongly suspected that, had it not been for the penalties attached to such an act he might well have forced his sexual attentions on to her. Unlike Boillot, Faugres carried no official sanction for his actions, yet his sheer size and force of personality had always made him a leader in the village.
For the week since her father’s departure, the two men had been haranguing the villagers on a daily basis, something that Eloise had done her best to ignore. Now it was impossible, because instead of choosing to assemble by the church, they had done so at the base of the cliff, directly below her window. Furthermore, the remarks of the student Boillot were directed at her and becoming increasingly exaggerated and increasingly personal.
‘. . . there she sits in her castle,’ he w
as saying, ‘surrounded by luxuries – dresses worth what a good man might make in a year. She eats from golden plates while we eat from clay! Do you know that she has a maid merely to wash her feet?’
There was a pause, with the crowd’s murmurs reaching up to Eloise. Stung by his words, she nevertheless held herself back, allowing Natalie to continue brushing her hair as Peggy finished buttoning her dress. Boillot’s words hurt, the more so for being lies. She had no idea what a peasant might earn in a year, but was sure it could not be so little as the value of a mere dress. Nor was the family’s plate gold, being plain silver for the most part. As for the maid, she had never had more than three personal maids, and more usually two, which she had always regarded as an example of her father’s meanness towards her. Yet all of this was irrelevant. She was a de la Tour-Romain, they were peasants – her position was a right, a right given and sustained by God over some eight hundred years.
‘But her gluttony is nothing to her lust!’ Boillot’s voice rang out once more from below. ‘She is depraved beyond words, as you all doubtless know! Who has not heard of the pool in Chaume woods, where she bathes naked and indulges in the most vile of acts with the wanton trulls who serve as her maids? Who has not heard the screams of pain and howls of unnatural pleasure that ring nightly from her window? So debauched is she that she would offer her arse to the devil himself for the sake of a new indulgence!’
The final remark was greeted with gusts of laughter as well as sounds of disgust, bringing the blushes to Eloise’s cheeks. Finally, her resolve to pretend that nothing was happening broke and she leant out of the window to confront her tormentors. Boillot, directly below her, had failed to notice, but others had not.
Someone shook a fist at her, the wife of a vigneron and a woman who Eloise had always regarded as meek and respectful. Taken aback by the naked anger of the crowd, Eloise steeled herself, determined to put a stop to the foolishness by sheer élan.
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