Chapter 7: Claire at the Mercy of the Marquise De Launey

The Marquis was already waiting for her as soon as she walked out the cell door. As the woman saw him she burst into tears, because her gaze hinted that he was exceedingly aroused after the long group sex show that he had just witnessed and that he would not give her a moment’s respite. Claire was physically and morally devastated by the sequence of violence she had just endured after a long, equally brutal night. She could not stand up and did not even have the strength to cover her private parts and breasts, yet she felt a deep shame to find herself naked in front of all the guards present and the man that he stared at her with desire. De Launey grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into another cell that he had had specially prepared for their meeting. It was a large room, perhaps a warehouse, in which there were objects of all kinds, and in particular a large tub full of steaming water. Claire felt revived just seeing her. The prospect of being able to wash her body deeply and completely after what she had been through seemed like a dream. She understood that the Marquis would take advantage of this opportunity to humiliate her again and observe her as she thoroughly washed the most intimate and delicate areas, which had so far suffered so much abuse. But she knew that he was stronger than her and that she had no way of opposing her ugly desires. She would do anything to not be thrown back into that filthy cell along with that herd of sex-starved beasts.

“Get into the tub and start scrubbing your body well! I want no trace of that scum that has possessed you so far.” Claire didn’t have it repeated, despite the shame of having to do it in front of a man who watched her with greed and lust. With her gaze down so as not to meet that of the Marquis, she spread her thighs and put a hand on her sex, while with the other hand she washed her breasts, first one and then the other, with slow and delicate movements immediately awaken his arousal. With great embarrassment she saw that the marquis was undressing and that in a few minutes he too was naked and visually excited by the sight of the naked and wet body of his beautiful prisoner.

“My guards told me that you have given a splendid show of your private parts and your delicious little ass to the crowd of Place Louis XV ... let me enjoy this splendid view too, considering that my assignment did not allow me to be present yesterday! “.

Claire stopped the movement of her hands and felt dying of shame at having to repeat those gestures and positions that had humiliated her the day before her.

“Remember that your cell mates are looking forward to your return and that the next time you are locked up with them I will throw the key of the cell into the moat...” the Marquis said maliciously. The prospect of being locked up again in the dungeon with the twelve rapists convinced her to give in to every claim of her new master and lord and she spread her legs by bending her torso back to give better access to the man’s gaze and began to tease her turgid clitoris. under his fingers. The marquis was fascinated by the spectacle of her humiliation but demanded that she resume masturbating as he had seen her doing in the cell, with two fingers in her cunt and with her thumb to urge the red bud closed in the folds of her vulva with frenetic circulatory movements ... The woman lent herself to every ignoble claim of the man, even when he asked her to show him her asshole, spreading her buttocks well. When she was completely clean, she Claire came out of the tub and dried herself with a clean towel she found next to it. Her skin felt pleasantly clean, but the presence of the old nude worried her. De Launey walked over to a shelf and picked up something, then turned and showed it to the woman who felt like she was dying.

“No, please, not that!...”

“Turn around, my dear, bend your back and spread your legs wide! You have cleaned the outside of your body, now our have to think about washing the inside...”

“Please, no! Oh my God! It’s too big and long! You’ll hurt me!...”

“Do not be modest, Madame: your ass has hosted intruders far more intrusive than the small nozzle of this enema. I will use it for both of your holes, so as to clean up all the cum. Or would you prefer to give birth in nine months to a handsome bastard whose father is one of those twelve friends of yours or one of those who possessed you last night in the public square? Turn around without making a fuss and spread the petals of your lower flower well!

Reluctantly Claire adjusted to obey him and turned as she was ordered, spread her thighs and parted her labia with trembling fingers. De Launey slipped the cannula into her vagina, an exaggeratedly large cannula proportional to the size of the plunger enema she was attached to, an enema not suitable for people but rather for horses. De Launey used it deliberately with particular pleasure on all women who came under his clutches but in the case of the beautiful and refined Englishwoman the pleasure was even greater. The mixture that he injected into her vagina was not just water but contained a solution of which he was very proud, because chemistry or rather alchemy was a great passion of him.

“I have heard that you are a healer, Madame. A woman of science...”

“ ... That’s right ... I’m a healer ... Please, sir, don’t spray so hard! Burn!...”

“Pay no attention to it, my dear. This medicine of my invention will save you from having to breastfeed a bastard early. It will also make your pleasure channel more obedient and respectful of the wishes of your new master, which is myself. You must know that I am too. a man of science. I am particularly interested in the subject of the human body and the female body in particular. I have always wondered why we men get hot right away we see a naked woman while you women are more controlled, more sentimental and slower to access it. I think it is a question of the sensitivity of the organs we are equipped with. Your empty organ disperses much of its vitality in the air. We must therefore improve this sensitivity with an appropriate drug. I have done several experiments over the last years with the women prisoners present at the Bastille and with excellent results. I must say that. They are mostly whores or waitresses, but now I finally have the opportunity to extend my research on a new specimen, a cultured and refined woman. I’m really curious to see if I can turn you too into a bitch ready to fuck at the snap of my fingers.”

“You are ... a crazy man...” poor Claire murmured almost to herself, while he was already her undergoing the third annoying vaginal lavage, which more than a medical action was a real rape, and in fact had to be holding her hands firmly against the edge of the tub on which she had leaned to receive that hateful treatment: de Launey not only sprayed the infamous fruit of his experiments into her cunt but enjoyed plowing back and forth the narrow sensitive channel with the large phallic - shaped nozzle.

The insult that had just escaped the woman’s lips brought an unreal chill to her room. De Launey stopped the movement of her hand, thrusting the enema deep into the woman’s contracted vagina, and asked her in an icy tone:

“What did you just say?...”. Claire felt lost: he would punish her as he had promised her, he would throw her again, and this time for good, into the arms of the group of mad men who had abused her in every way. Crying and pleading she tried to remedy her mistake.

“Oh, no, ... I didn’t mean ... I didn’t mean this ... forgive me, Your Excellency, ... I beg you, ... I didn’t mean...”

“I will realize that I have not heard this time, but it will be the last chance I leave you to avoid your just punishment. - In reality he enjoyed seeing her still proud and impertinent and the fact of taming her was a further pleasure for him to humiliate the delightful young woman’s body. - Stay still, Madame: this ointment that I will use now will make the effects of the lavender I have just given you more lasting and effective. - and so saying, he put a new enema into her vagina with a nozzle perforated along its entire surface and from which a slimy and greasy whitish cream came out. Also with this new tool he resumed probing the woman’s vagina back and forth, immediately igniting in her an irrepressible desire to have sexual intercourse. Claire could hardly believe what her body made her feel, because that slobbering old man was the last person she wanted to make love with, but her desire now he was so strong and overbearing that she would immediately throw herself on the floor with her thighs wide open, just waiting to be possessed by him and satiate this lustful thirst of her pussy. De Launey knew this perfectly and sadistically kept her poised on that devastating desire for her, so that she could feel her dependence and her subjection to her master. He particularly felt the walls of her vagina tighten around the big intruder teasing them, tickling them deliciously with her back and forth motion. The woman’s pelvis accompanied with a contrary movement the penetration of the enema into her vagina and the woman now let herself be meekly impaled by her master. De Launey stopped teasing her when he thought she was close to reaching the pinnacle of her pleasure.

“The time has come to devote as much attention to your delicious little ass, Madame. Please do me the courtesy to open your buttocks and show the other flower of your delicious bouchet!”

“Ohh, noooo, I beg you, don’t stop ... please...” the woman whimpered, barely holding back the tears of her frustration. In response de Launey gave her a powerful spanking on her buttocks offered to him, which built for him an irresistible target to his sadistic passion.

“Few stories, Madame, do not be greedy! The medicine must be taken in the right dose prescribed by the doctor. Now lift your butt well and immediately open your asshole! And don’t try to masturbate to give you the pleasure that I have denied to you, because you already know what the punishment would be!”

Reluctantly and gritting her teeth to resist the temptation caressing herself, Claire assumed the stance she had been commanded to her. At that moment the prospect of being raped again by the pack seemed like a wonderful fantasy to her, but she knew that she would not survive that experience. De Launey used a nozzle even bigger for her anus than the one she had used for her vagina after lubricating it well. He injected her nearly a liter of her mixture into her intestines and forced her to hold the liquid for at least ten minutes, remaining in the humiliating position she was in. In that period of time the old madman devoted himself to awakening Claire’s battered breasts with her ointment and in particular her nipples, which under the effect of the strange drug immediately became larger, turgid and sensitive. The poor prisoner was forced to tighten her lips between her teeth so as not to scream with desire. When the old man allowed her to free her insides, she couldn’t even get up but, in the same position she was in, she let a fetid, whitish jet out of her ass. To her woman’s bewilderment, the man forced her to undergo the same treatment two more times, until the water that came out of her anus became clear. Then de Launay took the enema containing the oily ointment that had already had that shameful effect on her vagina and breasts and showed it with a wicked smile.

“No, have mercy! There no, you can’t! I don’t want, I don’t want...” Claire sobbed, foreseeing the effect that substance would have on the walls of her colon, but unable to resist, out of fear or lust, the desire to feel the big tool pumping her from behind and lubricating her for the next use to be made of her anus.

“Few stories, bitch! I’ll make sure that the anal orgasm you felt a while ago in that cell where you were, it is just a pale imitation of what I’m going to make you enjoy soon. Your ass belongs to me!” and saying this, he introduced her with a single push the big flexible nozzle inside her sphincter and invaded with powerful thrusts back and forth almost thirty centimeters of the her colon, plowing and lubricating it very well.

“I’m going to make you a real lover of assfucked, a noble English bitch. Soon, very soon you’ll be begging me to be buggered!”

Claire blushed at the abrupt passage from “Madame” to the vulgar insult he had used to call her, all the more so because, as she had just done when she was penetrated into her vagina, she could now not resist the urge to rhythmically move her pelvis to meet it. Her buttocks open to the big, flexible leather phallus that was penetrating her ass deeply. Her rectum too was soon ablaze with an overwhelming desire to be possessed and humiliated. The cool flow of the diabolical cream in the secret meanders of his intestine overcame all his inhibitions and she rhythmically squeezed the anus with every single thrust, to taste the sweet agony of the small hole violated by such a big object, and she contracted her muscles to tighten the slimy club in a grip that made her feel full and excited in that ignoble part of her body.

“Please! ... Noooo! Uuuuhmmm! Not ... not...” but it was no resistance now what her body devastated by her animal passion expressed, but if anything she pleaded that her warden would not stop.