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Chapter 3

By: Jurious

It was a
strange faculty of the human person that, when one was thoroughly and
unashamedly enjoying oneself, rationale seemed to take a leap out of the
nearest window and fall to its death upon the distant ground below. This was
exactly the case with Charlotte, in whom the Marquis de Sade was currently inciting
such wonderful sensations, and part of her wished that, somehow, these feelings
of elation and joy, of unbridled pleasure, could last forever. And yet she only
had to open her eyes a little, to take in the grim and sordid reality of her
surroundings, and hear the barely sane chuckle of her rampant lover, to know
that this idealistic dream could never endure.

The Marquis
had now asked � nay demanded � that she
stay the night with him. The whole night. It hardly bared thinking about!

She could either say yes, and indulge herself in her dream of receiving
potentially hours of pleasure rather than the few snatched minutes her
encounters with the Marquis had hitherto consumed, or she could say no and
escape this madness before it was too late.

She whimpered
as the Marquis pressed another insistent kiss to the chasm between her breasts,
and she sighed out his name. She should already be protesting that a night
time�s stay would be impossible, that enough was enough and she had to leave at
once, but� oh, this all felt so good. It also felt wrong, but that, if
anything, added a certain amount of excitement to the scenario.

That was
another curious schism within the human psyche � the knowing that something is
dangerous, yet the desire to do it anyway. Where now was her pretence of coming
here merely to end it all? Where was her stone-hard resolve which had insisted
that this encounter would be the last?

�Charlotte,� the Marquis
then muttered, her name drawn out into two languorous syllables which flowed
like syrup from his lips, and her attention was immediately drawn back to him. Her
vision was a little foggy, her eyes dazed in the afterglow of their lovemaking,
and a sparkle in the back perhaps told the Marquis of her secret wish for more.
Yet Charlotte
still had to reason with herself over what action to now take; should she
submit for more, or show the Marquis that he was not yet in full control, and
leave?

Charlotte studied de Sade�s face, the wicked
curl of his lips, the glint of sexual need in his eyes, and then wondered if
she dare defy him. To trifle with the Marquis was perilous, some said � yet he
was but a man, was he not? He was perhaps not as pliable as the average footman
or stable boy, but surely malleable in some shape or form?

Consequently,
with a resolve that surprised her, Charlotte
threw the Marquis a wicked little smirk of her own, wrenched herself from his
hold, and then sat upright bolt on the chaise, angling her head haughtily
towards the door. �No, I couldn�t possibly stay the night,� she said, holding
her chin high and brushing her skirts back over her legs as if to give the
impression that nothing untoward had yet even transpired between them.

The Marquis
was not to be easily deterred, of course, and he quickly slid serpent-like across
the velvet seat to her side, his lips moving to her ear where he hissed, �You
can�t refuse, my sweet. It�s too late for that.�

She smiled
teasingly, a sudden fire within her urging her to make this game more difficult
for him � �make him work for it� a
naughty voice at the back of her mind insisted. So she opted to play the
devil�s advocate, ignoring utterly the small, distressed whimpers from her
rationale, the cries of which were drowned out by the clamour of her raging
lust. �It�s never too late,� she retorted, another quick turn of her head
sending her loose hair tumbling into the Marquis� face.

Charlotte wasn�t sure what she had expected,
but de Sade�s fiendish cackle, combined with the patter of his fingers as they
made their way up her arm, certainly were not the response she had had in mind,
and it served to unhinged her rather than calm her. Perhaps she had for an
instant failed to remember which of them was the more experienced at this kind
of game; and it was a game the Marquis played particularly well.

And to
surprise her even more, de Sade suddenly took a firm grip beneath her shoulder
and wrenched Charlotte
towards him, her back crashing against his chest in one swift movement. Her
stomach made a lurch in fear and she cried out in surprise, but her voice was
quickly stifled as he curled his fingers one-by-one over her mouth.

She quickly
took to struggling, but again de Sade, despite his lithe frame, managed to keep
her contained, and then began to rock her with slow, steady motions, like a
mother might calm their child. �Oh, hush, little one,� he chortled, �You�ve
nothing to fear. But really it was very naughty of you to get so full of
yourself. I�d rather like you to be full of something else.�

His brow
quirked, blue eyes flashing at her, blazing with iniquity, and Charlotte wondered what fiendish little plot
he was cooking up now.

The Marquis
then slipped away, releasing her from his clutches, and vaulted across the cell
in several leaping strides, his little laugh echoing out in his wake.

Now free
from him after this small but disconcerting moment, one would have presumed
that Charlotte
would have taken her chances and run for the door � and yet she didn�t. In
fact, Charlotte
found herself rooted to the spot, curious to know what mischief was going
through de Sade�s mind this time.

The Marquis
hummed a little ditty as he browsed the vile collection of erotic paraphernalia
he had spread across his multitude of shelves and tables, numerous phalluses
and erotic figurines scattered haphazardly all over the place, and filling
every available space. �Naughty little girls need towing into line,� he said as he bent down to peer into the
darkened crevices of one of his cupboards. Deciding not to take any of the
items therein, he then paced across to his desk.

�They need
discipline,� he continued, turning to look at her and adding, �And a good
spanking.� Then, for good measure, he threw her a grin which both aroused and
intimidated her.

Before Charlotte could muster a response, he was off another time,
searching relentlessly through his drawers and cases, knocking several articles
astray and even smashing one of his jars, which contained something that Charlotte dared not even
chance to guess what it might have been.

The Marquis
made a sorry little sigh at this accident, but then shrugged and moved on, his
search picking up pace and bordering on frenzy. �What to do with you, what to
do with you?� he mused to himself.

His
mellifluous tone caused Charlotte�s
fear to dissipate in the face of more promised pleasures; maybe she wouldn�t
spend the whole night here� but a little longer could hardly hurt. She thus rubbed
one of her legs up over the other, feeling inklings of desire coil in the pit
of her stomach again, that poisonous snake returning which intoxicated her very
essence and took her to that dark place of selfish gratification that, until
recently, she had not even known existed. The secrets of this dark place had
now been unlocked by the Marquis, the Pandora�s Box unleashed so to speak, and she
thought that she was all the better a person because of it. But what made this
all more glorious was the fact that she now possessed a key to de Sade, and
thus access to him whenever she pleased; she could return to the pinnacle of
bliss whenever fancy and chance might allow it, for he was unlikely to ever say
no�

�Aha!
This�ll do!�

Charlotte glanced up as the Marquis� voice
rang across the chamber. She noticed he had disappeared from view, and the
curious shape of his cell, combined with the erratic way which the echoes
resounded against the curved walls, meant that he could now, disconcertingly,
be anywhere.

�What is
it?� Charlotte
called out, interested to see what his discovery was, but also anxious to hear
his voice again so that she could better detect from whence it had come.

�Oh, just a
little initiation gift for my imprudent little laundry lass.�

Charlotte gasped, her hand flying to her
breasts as he was suddenly there, sat leering by her side again! His hand rose
up between them and Charlotte
studied the object, blatantly confused.

�A candle
stick?� she cautiously asked.

His brow
wriggled. �Yes, my pretty.�

She wasn�t
sure what she was feeling � Disgust? Utter befuddlement?

�That was
all you were looking for?� she then said without thought, her voice laced with
disappointment.

The wicked
little fire in the Marquis� eyes lit up again, as though he had expected � and
wanted � just such a response. �Ah, my sweet little innocent, you simply do not
see a true treasure when you behold one.� He coiled his fingers round the white,
wax shaft and slid his hand up and down it. �I rather fancy to dip my wick.�

Charlotte still looked unconvinced. All this
wealth of sexual artefacts surrounded them, populating every shelf, drawer and
wall, and yet this was his chosen weapon of conquest? Her eyes danced between
the wax stick and his hungry countenance and she arched a brow at him,
wondering for a moment if he truly was insane. �You�re teasing me,� she said.

His
infectious grin didn�t waver and he chuckled. �Would this face lie to you?�

She
smirked, despite herself, knowing well what the retort should be, but before
she had chance to utter it, his mouth had seized hers in a savage kiss, and he
was pushing her back, with little or no force, onto the familiar chaise until
she was laid prostrate beneath him. Her hands reached out for him, one taking a
hold of his shoulder, the other slipping behind his head; all of her earlier
allusions of denying him, it would seem, had quickly evaporated in the face of her
desire�

His teeth
nipped and pinched the delicate skin of her neck, and she gasped, hand taking
such a grip of his head that she pulled off his silvery wig. She quickly let it
drop to the floor so that she could take a firm grip of his short, brown locks
in its place, but the Marquis� lips suddenly left her skin and he snapped, �Do
you know how much that cost in its day?�, which wrong footed her utterly. And,
without a word of warning � and perhaps in sordid punishment � he slid half the
length of his candle into her core.

Charlotte
cried out, though it wasn�t so much in pain as it was in surprise, and she felt
the Marquis� eager gaze on her, his hungry eyes watching her throat as she
arched her head back over the edge of the chaise and, inadvertently, rose her
hips off the velvet seat to meet the invading object.

�Good
girl,� he praised her as he moved the candle stick around her innards with
slow, unhurried strokes.

She gasped
another time, and felt him push the article further into her body, as if he
meant to spear her very entrails upon the stick and draw them out through her
sex. It wasn�t as wide as his cock had been, nor as firm, which made
accommodating it within her channel much easier, but even so, she suddenly felt
so very aroused, her groin flushing with that warm sensation she�d come to associate
with his ministrations. She half wondered if the wax wouldn�t melt within her�

�Marquis��
she murmured, part of her planning to voice such a concern, but unable to as he
persisted in moving the article within her wet folds, swirling it round her
walls like a chef might stir the contents of a pot, until she was all but
begging him to move harder and faster, to make up for the stick�s lack of width
and give her as much pleasure as she desired. The sensation of the wax within
her was strange, but it was certainly not unpleasant.

And the
Marquis was very pleased with the results. He enjoyed tormenting her, changing
his speed in order to frustrate her, speeding up when she least expected it,
exploring her innards like a blind man with this waxy rod until he felt that he
knew the very shape and contours of her feminine parts. His smile remained
etched into his face, his eyes absorbing her every sensuous movement as she
writhed beneath him � the way her chest rose and fell, the rich colour of her
cheeks as they flushed with blood, the way her little breaths poured thick and
fast from her mouth as she fell into the dark pit of ecstasy, and how she arched
her hips off the chaise and fell into that instinctual mating ritual built into
the mind of all living creatures. She was a pretty thing, but all the more so
when in the throes of love making.

�How does
it feel, my sweet?� he asked, his voice a tempered growl which he sent skating
over her flushed cheeks as he leant down toward her.

Charlotte was about to answer, but, the
Marquis, being suddenly hit by cheeky inspiration, quickly thrust the candle
within her again, and then repeated the motion in several short bursts, leaving
her incapable of anything but little whimpers.

�I thought
so,� he answered for her.

He could
feel his own erection straining against his breeches, his body asking to be
sated another time from the desire which possessed him�but how to answer that
call? Sitting back from her for a moment, he finally freed his hardened member
from the confines of his trousers, and laid himself down by her side, continuing
to plunder her with the candle stick in one hand, whilst he used the other to take
one of her flailing hands in his and guide it to his shaft. �Pleasure is all
the better being shared�� he murmured in an almost philosophising manner as he
tightened her fingers around him.

And so he
tutored her in the ways of giving pleasure as well as receiving it, and opened
her eyes further to the world of sex and sin into which she had so recently
been initiated, fracturing her innocent little mind with lashes of corruption. He
had years of practice behind him, and saw himself as the perfect tutor to this
infatuating young prospect, for whom he had planned a long and extensive education.

He then
sighed out her name as he felt her uncertain but willing hand begin to brush
his hardened length as she attempted to pleasure him in turn � she was a fast
learner! She gave him tentative little strokes which, despite their weakness,
made him feel so full of lust for her that he prayed he could keep her
contained in his cell with him all night � all the better for him to unleash
his many years of pent up desire on her wonderful body!

The Marquis
soon lost sight of rational thought as he built her up to her climax, and she,
in turn, managed to bring him to the brink of his � and so soon too!

Enough of
this!

He tossed the
maltreated and deformed stick of wax aside and was quick to fill her passage
with his own member again, eager to feel that unique sensation of being within
a woman�s body again � to have her slick lubricated walls surround him, and to
feel the contractions of her channel against his shaft, which in turn keyed in
to the primal nature of his soul, and urged him to plant his seed deep within his
conquest�s earthy core�

It was Charlotte�s dam which
broke first, and orgasm overtook her, upon which she threw her head back in elation,
arching so far over the chaise that her nipples peered their hardened little
heads over the rim of her corset. The sight alone was enough for the Marquis,
never mind the feel of her tight channel squeezing his cock to breaking point,
and he came tumbling down after her, spending himself in three heavy thrusts, which
he plunged so deep within her, it was as though he wished he could bury himself
deep within her for eternity.

He then
breathed heavily as he withdrew himself and slid down onto the floor in a satisfied
pile, whilst Charlotte
slung an arm over her face in exhaustion and tried to catch her breath.

The Marquis,
of course, felt remarkably pleased with himself; to have had this woman twice
in so short a time! Maybe there was a God after all? �Oh my precious little
laundry lass,� he murmured, slithering back up over her body and, pushing her
arm aside in order to plant a kiss on her sweaty brow. �What fun we�re having
this night.�

When Charlotte
finally opened her eyes, it was clear that she wasn�t sure of where to go from
here, having now been taken three times by this man, and every time having
promised that it would never come to this. Surely all that was left was the
fall down the slippery slope�?

�I really
have to go now,� she said, her body awash with the incredible feelings of
sexual awakening and pleasure, but her mind filled with demons and
uncertainties.

The Marquis
didn�t try to stop her as she gently pushed him from on top of her and got
unsteadily to her feet, her body trembling all over in exhilaration and tiredness.
It was only natural that she was drained and sore � her body was as yet still
unused to such exploitation; but the Marquis promised himself that, in time, he
would see to it that she gained more stamina.

He grinned
as this thought crossed his mind, and proceeded to watch her in a hawk-like manner
as she paced shakily across the room, heading towards the door. He then quickly
did up his breeches and followed her.

�There is
no shame in it, Charlotte,�
he said as he sauntered to her side, just beating her to the door. �You are a
woman, a goddess put on this earth to bewitch the hearts and souls of men. You
shouldn�t be reluctant to use your feminine wiles, for both your pleasure and
the pleasure of your suitors. Break free from convention � be a free spirit, my
cherub! You have every right to enjoy it as much and as often as you desire!�

Charlotte turned to look at him as they
reached the door and she smiled. She was almost in awe of the man, for he spoke
with such an aura of wisdom, proving that he was as perceptive and intelligent
a man as any. Perhaps he was right? Maybe she had been given these tools by God
in order to use them, and should thus be free to employ them however, and with
whomever, she pleased?

A part of
her should have wondered whether or not it was wise to be influenced by his honey
words� and yet it was easy to be swayed by that steady voice and those
mesmerizing, blue eyes.

Perhaps her
brain was not up to speed after such a rampant session of sex, for she then thought
nothing of it as the Marquis fumbled with the lock and held the door open for
her. She thought even less of the fact that he was suddenly happy to let her go
rather than try again to convince her to stay the night. Surely she wasn�t
na�ve enough to believe he had had his fill�?

It was the heavy
clunk of the lock springing shut behind her that finally made something within Charlotte wake up and detect
that something was amiss. Turning to meet the Marquis� gaze, which ogled at her
through the aperture in his heavy cell door, Charlotte noticed that the man�s
eyes were now suddenly possessed of a very different aura to what they had been
a second before, and she felt the need to again consider his sanity. The look
troubled her�

And then finally
she remembered the key! The door had been locked from the inside before, and yet
she had not been the one to open it on the way out! No, he couldn�t have!

Charlotte fumbled in the folds of her dress,
seeking the key she had earlier stolen � and hidden � so artfully, but it was
no where to be found!

Alarm filled
her body and she watched as the Marquis then raised his hand up besides his face
and displayed the key to her, clasping it between his thumb and forefinger. He
wriggled it at Charlotte
as if in jest. �I�ll take good care of it, my sweet,� he said, �In anticipation
of your next visit.�

Charlotte felt her stomach do a somersault,
but she could think of nothing to say which would not make matters worse. And
before she could formulate even a basic response, the Marquis had given her another
little wave of triumph and quickly shut the aperture in the door with a dull
thump.

The ball
was now truly in his court.

To be continued�
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