Chapter 6: Claires Painfull Night in the Bastille

The Marquis de Launay quivered with desire at the thought that the beautiful Claire Beauchamp had spent all her day stuck in the pillory of Place Louis XV completely naked as when she was born and with her legs wide open, showing her delicious femininity exposed to the gaze of all. The position that the Marquis held as head of the royal prison did not allow him to be absent from the fortress except by order of the king and this made him froth with rage, because he had only been able to work with imagination all day and had listened with keen interest the stories of the guards who had taken turns during the day to check the prisoner. He had learned from them that, after receiving her fifty rods on her bare buttocks, the condemned woman had been seen enjoying like a cheap whore under the hands of the executioner, who had caressed her ass and her private parts, and he for a long time had masturbated her under everyone’s gaze, penetrating her both in her pussy and in her ass with his filthy fingers, until she screamed with pleasure. Then, Madame Beauchamp gave herself to the audience present in the square, bending her back and spreading her thighs at all corners of the pillory platform and showing everyone present her pussy and asshole, like the most ignoble of the whores of the port of Le Havre. And he had missed the show.

Finally from dusk to dawn, what had once been one of the most admired ladies at Versailles had been fucked in all her orifices by hundreds of thugs and she had certainly enjoyed it, by that whore that she was her. He had allowed himself a secret nocturnal exit through a small door known only to him and of which he was the only one who possessed the key, and had run into the dark semi-deserted square to see his most ill-famed fantasies realized. He hadn’t had the courage to get too close and had been hiding in a dark corner while five men simultaneously enjoyed Madame Beauchamp’s delicious naked body, one using her mouth, two her hands, one, lying beneath her, fucking her pussy and the last man one, a black with a herculean body, enjoy her asshole. De Launay had seen him lower his trousers and a groan of fear and envy had seized him as he saw the black column rising straight and solid as rock from that ebony body. He imagined the effect of that impressive club in the narrowest and most secret hole of the beautiful English lady and he had enjoyed the loud scream of pain and the long moan that followed when she was raped in the last still untouched hole. De Launay had then heard the woman’s moans become lighter and more rhythmic to the rhythm of the vigorous thrusts that the negro gave her until the man exploded in a bestial roar, coming out of the white ass while still squirting his semen on the back of the poor woman condemned. The woman had sobbed in a confused way while her throat was occupied by another big cock: de Launay thought he recognized in that lament a kind of frustration for a perceived but not fully enjoyed enjoyment. The slut had been close to enjoying a cock in her ass and he would soon take care of making her feel this exhilaration, whether she wanted to or not. In the darkness of his hidden corner, the governor of the Bastille had furiously masturbated, imagining himself to be one of the five vile characters who were abusing the body of the beautiful lady trapped in the public pillory. But now The subtle pleasure of his revenge made him feel hard as a bull. He was descending into the dungeon where Madame Beauchamp had been locked up after arriving almost examining from the night spent in the square. The woman could not stand and she had to be dragged by two guards by her arms and shoulders. Her face and her whole body were an obscene mask of dried semen, piss and horse droppings, which had been thrown on her all day. Claire was unconscious as she was dropped from the condemned cart and she was dragged into her cell. De Launay had felt disgust at her only seeing how the beautiful Scottish lady had been reduced: half of Paris had been satisfied by enjoying her splendid body; but now she was completely in his hands and he would shape her to his liking as the most devoted and obedient of the sex slaves in his dreary prison: not the usual slum prostitute but a lady who had lived at court, full of charm and of culture. As he descended the stairs that led him to the dungeons, he already anticipated the pleasure of taming this rebellious prey.

Claire had regained consciousness after many hours, finding herself locked in a kind of cold, damp and dark hellish cave. The only light that came to her came from a grate on the ceiling of the cell that gave onto a passageway between the cells on the upper floor of the north tower. Her rest had been tormented by the memory and visions of a thousand eyes that spied on her naked, by a thousand voices asking her to show herself in lewd and obscene poses, a thousand hands that groped her in every part, especially between her thighs and on her breasts. Every muscle in her ached terribly and her body smelled like that of an animal. It was the curious snout of a rat that woke her up, sniffing her bare breasts and leaving in disgust. The sight of her cell and her naked, filthy body brought her sadly back to reality. She wrapped her arms around her body trying to get as warm as she could, finding neither a blanket nor a sheet or even a rag with which to cover herself. In that moment of abandonment and despair, Jamie’s voice and the caress he had given her after she swallowed his semen came back to her mind and she remembered his promise that he would soon come to free her. She clung to that faint hope like a castaway to a beam in a storm. Jamie, where was she? when would he be back? when this whole nightmare was finally over? Perhaps the thought of her man, perhaps her hands around her body, or her frustration for so many abuses that night made her need a caress that warmed her not only physically but above all humanly. Her hands left her shoulders to go down her hips and lower back, she slowly turned on her back and she caressed her breasts battered by so many brutal hands, making her nipples rise and swell. The prisoner was lost in that subtle secret delight as she felt her breasts become firm and warm, sensitive to the sensual touch of her hands. Her knees lifted and opened, revealing the door to her most secret delight. Her crotch of sex ached terribly but a slight tingling ran through her. A warm fluid began to flow inside her and she felt its source right inside her sex, which now opened at the touch of her fingers. She was dying to give herself to Jamie, even now, even in this hellish dungeon. She whispered to her love, while his fingers slowly probed her wet and slimy vagina, which returned to her delicate touch all the pleasure she had not experienced in a night of brutal abuse. When the tip of her thumb rubbed the sensitive pearl of her clitoris, her buttocks lifted off the ground and her pelvis began to move to meet the fingers that kept moving in and out of the gaping, thirsty vagina, that the female fluids that filled her could not quench her thirst but if anything torment even more. In her semi-dark cell, only the slight movement of the hand that came and went could be perceived, the sinuous movement of the pelvis that accompanied that frantic secret penetration and the slimy noise of the humors that flowed in the sexual channel closed between the wide open thighs.

“I was sure you were an insatiable whore, Lady Frazer. I understand why your husband did everything he could to get out of these walls!” His ironic and perverse male voice caught her just when she was about to reach the peak of her pleasure and it was a moan of shame and not of ecstasy that came out of her lips.

Waking up from the wonderful dream she was having she found not Jamie’s loving smile but de Launay’s perverse and sinister one, enjoying the view of her masturbation from the peephole of the cell door. The key turned quickly in the lock and the bolt on the door was removed and the man entered the cell holding a long whip. Claire immediately closed her thighs keeping one hand on her sex while with the other she covered her large swollen breasts as she could.

“Go away! Go away! Leave me alone, please!” the woman pleaded as he untied the whip and he crack it into the air threateningly.

“Did I interrupt something, sweetie? You were giving yourself pleasure, huh? This is a very bad behavior, which in my prison is not tolerated. You deserve adequate punishment for it. But since the sin was already committed, we might as well we go on all the way. Come on, let me see how you console yourself when there isn’t some cock ready to fucked!

“Nooooo, have mercy! Don’t do this to me Don’t humiliate me like that!!!!”

The jailer swung his whip and struck the edge of the poor woman’s left breast with the leather tip, where his hand could not cover. Claire screamed in pain and moving her hand over the wound she discovered the other breast which was immediately hit on her by a long scratch from the whip.

“I ordered you to keep doing what you were doing! You filthy little bitch, ever since you entered my fortress you are mine, mine alone! I will teach you too, like all the others women who preceded you, duchesses or maids who were, what a woman’s place is in this prison. You have to learn obedience and respect for men, you have to be helpful and ready to satisfy my every desire, or I’ll whip your skin off!”

Frightened by his screams and the way he knew how to use the whip, Claire was persuaded not to resist and lifted her knees again and spread them, showing to the monster watching her all of her femininity without veils. She then brought her left hand between her thighs while with her right he resumed massaging her breasts, now marked by a couple of whiplashes. She hated what she was forced to do with him but her body betrayed her almost immediately at the first touch of her fingertips on her clit. She was already aroused and her clit was still swollen and sensitive.

“Good, whore! move those beautiful hands over your body and inside your pussy! I want you to be ready and wet for when I fuck you! faster those fingers in your crack, even faster! You like masturbating in front of a man, don’t you, slut?”

“I will give you ... my sex, ... and ... my ass...” Claire continued between sobs, while now all the prisoners were touching their cocks in the hope of having a small portion of that delight just mentioned.

“Have you heard, gentlemen? Madame Beauchamp is here naked and willing to do all these things for a man. But don’t think that she is always as docile and submissive as she is now, no ... And she is a noble damsel accustomed to the scents of the court and the gallantry of the knights, and is full of pride and impertinence like a wild filly. “ De Launay grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up and dragged her towards the door. When the last guard came out, De Launey followed him back, shielding himself in front of the inmates with Claire’s body. And at door he stopped, tugged at her hair so that her face was lit by the torches and all the men could see her well, and then they started talking about her again.

“ ... A wild and rebellious filly who badly needs to be tamed. She is all yours, men! Don’t ruin it too much or I’ll have you hanged by the testicles! “ and he threw her into the arms of the first who were already advancing to Claire screamed in despair as a hundred of hands grabbed her by her arms and legs and threw her to the ground and the cell door slammed shut.

Her “NOOOOOO!!!” “of protest and despair was immediately muffled by a filthy hard cock that was stuck in her throat, while two pairs of hands took possession of her wrists forcing the delicate hands of the woman to squeeze two other powerful cocks.