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The Fortune Teller - Chapter Three
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The Fortune Teller - Chapter Three Chapter 3 - On the road to Paris, France 1415 The white beneath me ran like the wind as I chased after the carriage up ahead. I knew that we were closing steadily and soon would overtake them. The driver, François, was doing his best to flee but it soon would be of no use. The ride for the duchesse was already quite uncomfortable on the road to Paris but she had to endure it. She heard the commotion outside and soon the sounds of two men fighting. I heard a robust female voice shout “Vive François!” from inside the carriage and that is when a pulled open the door. I threw a large bag onto the floor of the carriage as I leapt into it. The woman, shrieked backwards, quite startled that I had somehow triumphed over the trusty and hardy François. I disguised my regular voice making it sound much lower and gruffer than normal. “Now, madame, it is time for les fiançailles (the engagement) et la lune de miel (and the honeymoon)!” I announced with great bravado as I jumped into the carriage and slammed the door behind me. “Comment osez-vous (How dare you)! “ she screamed as she tried to slap and hit my well-covered face. “Au secours (Help) ! “ “Enfin seuls (Alone at last)!” I growled out in a voice as low as the thunder. I chuckled as I took a rope from my bag and quickly bound her arms behind her back as she futilely tried to escape my grasp. She kicked and shouted as I laughed at her useless efforts. “Mon Dieu (my God)! Au secours!” she shouted out but no one heard her which is just as I had planned it. “Au secours!” I grabbed her under her chin and looked directly into her eyes chuckling, “Quel visage renfrogné (What a sullen face)!” “Mon mari fait la navette entre Rouen et Paris (My husband commutes from Rouen to Paris),” she nearly screamed out, “and he shall be along any time now.” “Je te parie qu'il sera en retard (I bet he'll be late),” I muttered under breath. I took out my dagger and held it to her throat and said in a very low, whispered voice, “You will cease this noise or I will slit your lovely throat! As-tu jamais été poignardé (Have you ever been stabbed)?” Her tone became a frail little whimper in response. But then I could see that she was a feisty little wench who would try a different tack with me. She looked at the only part of my face that wasn’t covered and spat, “A real man would show his face!” “Ah bon (oh yeah)?” I just laughed as I said quite matter-of-factly, “Well, madame, this real man has just killed your driver and will not hesitate to do the same to you ONCE I AM FINISHED! Tu piges (You get it)?” She nodded slowly. I then set about to slicing open her bodice and girdle right at the seams. Her breasts spilled out as I opened her garments and I was very pleased at their sight. She smelled of honeysuckle which delighted my nose. She started to scream and I quickly placed my left hand over her mouth. My right hand deftly took the dagger placed it right up against the edge of her left nipple tip which seemed to be already hard and excited for my attention. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear: “If you so much as make one more sound I will take and slice your lovely teat right off. Do you understand? Attention aux abeilles - elles piquent (Watch out for bees - they sting) ! “ Her eyes got very wide and she shook here head yes. “Pourquoi es-tu si timoré (Why are you so fearful)?” I laughed raucously not expecting an answer from my helpless victim. “Tres bon (very good),” I acknowledged her obedience in being silent. “Je sais que nous pouvons pallier cette........ difficulté (I know that we can overcome this...... difficulty).” I continued cheerfully. “Aimes-tu les histoires paillardes (Do you like lewd stories)?” I continued to strip off her clothing as I spoke with a huge grin on a face that she could not see. I put the knife down and grabbed both of the lovely girl’s tits and squeezed causing the duchesse to groan her disapproval (or not). “La viande devrait être moelleuse (The meat should be tender),” I chuckled. Then I pulled very hard upon her sensitive, bright pink nipples. I thurst my face downward toward her exposed left breast as I pulled aside enough of the material that covered my face to expose my mouth. I started to lavish attention upon one and then another of her hardening nipples. Her nipples tasted of honey which made for my attentions to them all the more pleasant. I pulled one nipple into my mouth and licked and sucked upon it and then I crushed both of her silky breasts together and sucked both erect nipples inward and gently started to bite upon them. The feisty woman kicked at me and tried to pull herself away. “Le cheval donne beaucoup de coups de sabot (The kicks a lot),” I started to laugh as I grabbed her by the ankles. “Ce n'est pas marrant (It's not funny) !” she nearly screamed in disgust. I laughed even louder at her struggle and joked, “Elle a décidé de ne pas nourrir bébé au sein (She decided not to breast-feed her baby).” The woman spat again and hissed, “Il faut te faire soigné (You need to get your head examined)! ” “Il ne faut pas tenter le diable (Don't tempt fate),” I hissed back at her as I grabbed the dagger and placed it right against her pretty throat. Her mouth opened involuntarily as I choose that moment to shove her pantaloons into her offending mouth. She continued to act as if she were insulting me further but everything she tried to yell came out as small muffled noise. I grabbed two more strands of rope from the bag and proceeded to bind her. I started with her right leg. I bent the leg at the knee and wrapped her calf to her thigh. After this I did the left leg in the same fashion. Finally, I had complete control of the helpless woman. I spread her legs open and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs. As I moved closer and closer to her beautiful “love nest” my nose was delighted in the beautiful smell of her. “Suivons le sillage de parfum (Let's follow the scent of perfume),” I said as my mouth and lips caressed her on their journey inward. She was calming down. Having given up, she finally started to relax in her state of helplessness. I felt that she was going to enjoy my attentions after all. I still was a little pissed at her so, I gazed down upon her plentiful pubic hairs and teased, “La pelouse de cette maison est énorme (This house's lawn is enormous).” But I also chose that moment to start licking her wonderful juices that were already issuing forth from her womanhood. My experienced mouth licked and licked up one side of her labia and down the other. “J'ai gémi de plaisir en goûtant le gâteau (I groaned with pleasure upon tasting the cake).” Soon every area that my tongue touched was very, very wet. I stuck my long tongue into her and heard what I thought was a moan of pleasure from the younger woman. Slowly, I pushed it into her helpless cunt and then slowly outward. Over and over. Back and Forth. I looked up and saw arousal in her eyes and said, “Ses yeux pétillants m'ont attrapé (Her sparkling eyes trapped me).” I rubbed my hands together with great greed and lust knowing what was about to happen. There was a very special item in the bag that was just begging for my usage. “On doit trinquer au futur des nouveaux mariés (We have to toast the future of the newly-weds) ! ” I burst out with my evil laugh that I knew excited her to hear. I reached into the bag and pulled out a special bottle of red wine that was just less than half full. “On va prendre un pot (We're going to have a drink) ! ” I gestured the bottle with a great flourish. I pulled the cork out and guzzled the superb Bordeaux down my dry throat. “Et vous, madame (and you) ?” I reached the bottle towards her. She meekly shook her head no. I plunged my mouth once again back down onto her gushing cunt. The absolute volume of juices flowing from her now betrayed her arousal to me. She loved being my victim and I was going to reward her welcomed arousal. Once again I lavish attention up and down her wonderfully swollen, exposed labia. She started to betray her feelings by involuntarily thrusting slightly upward and downward towards my experienced lips and mouth. She already anticipated my next action and I knew within my lustful mind that soon she would not be able to control herself. Soon she would be my for my use in any way that I desired. My Manhood was completely stirred and swelling rapidly from my loins. I needed to have her. Have her in every possible way that would delight U/us both. But before I completed the act there was one thing I absolutely needed to do to her beautiful helpless body. I lifted my head away from her just enough to place the bottle to my lips once more and I drank lustfully from it. Then I looked at her lovely, sensitive eyes and announced, “Nous allons déguster du vin (We're going to taste some wine) ! “ I pulled her upward and plunged the opening of the bottle into her neglected cunt. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” she let out a muffled moan of pleasure mixed with just a little exquisite pain. I delighted in fucking her with the wine bottle. I twisted it into her gapping hole slowly at first. VERY slowly I moved it into her helpless little cunt while twisting it slightly one way and then slightly the other way as I then slowly retrieved it. Her small opening strained and stretched open, trying to accommodate the glass bottle. I continued to fuck her in and out, almost pied à pied ( every inch of the way). The contents spilled into her and she gasped as she felt the wine coursing into her open, welcoming vagina. I pulled the bottle out of her just in time to save one last “little swig” of wine for me. I smiled and laughed raucously once more at her saying, “Ne sois pas si radin (Don't be so stingy) ! “ Looking in a mock sadness at the bottle I commented, “Il n'y a pas de reliquat (There is nothing left over).” Then I set the bottle down upon top of my bag knowing that time was now of the essence. I grabbed her small, lithe body and turned her, as if she were a little, beautiful doll, over on top of me while shouting, “Je suis pressé ; il faut que je vous quitte (I'm in a hurry; I've got to go) ! “ I spread her legs over the top of my hungry mouth and plunged my lips up to suction her. The wine deliciously seeped, at first, and then started to cascade out of her swollen cunt into my greedy, drinking mouth. I sucked and drank and lavished my tongue once more upon her wine-soaked labia. I fucked her vigorously with my tongue as she continued to feed my mouth with her ALL of her luscious juices. She started to moan over and over again. Soon she was thrusting herself with nearly wild abandon against my experienced mouth. I knew she would not last long so I flipped her over and stood up. Finally, I loosen my pants and pulled them downward. She stared in total lust at my throbbing, hard cock that presented itself before her. I grabbed the wine bottle and set it right down next to her. I grabbed both of her ankles and lifted her upwards for what was certainly going to be a surprise. “Ça l'a pris comme une envie de pisser (He suddenly got the urge to do it) ! “ I announced in a grandiose style. My sweet victim looked at me in total shock mixed with lust as she felt my cock starting to poke into her exposed anus. Her tight, puckered opening was saturated in cunt juices as well as the wonderful Bordeaux. She made a low groan as I continued to press myself slowly into her lovely tight ass. “Je vais boucher cette voie d'eau avec un tampon de bois (I'm going to plug this leak with a wooden stopper),” I nearly shouted in crazed lust for her. After a few slow strokes she started to relax, much to my delight and pleasure. I started to fuck her gloriously. She started to moan and thrust herself in sexual ecstasy upon my hard, very thick, excited member. I thought I heard her, in between muffled moans, screaming out “Mais Oui! Mais Oui (But Yes) ! “ That’s the moment that I chose to grab the now-empty wine bottle and plunge it into her pleading, neglected cunt. She let out a momentous moan of pleasure at the forced double-penetration. She was now my completely willing victim, or so I thought.... Fucking her lovely pelvis back and forth as furiously as she could. She moaned and screamed her forced approval over and over again......... I pulled the pantaloons out of her moaning mouth and was greeted by: “Il faut être taré pour faire ça (You have to be perverted to do something like that) !” she screamed out as much in ecstasy as in mock rejection.... “Reste tranquille (Be quiet) !” I shouted and she seemed to stop momentarily. I could tell that her arousal was betraying her as she was being overcome by my “attention” to her. The beautiful brunette duchesse started to moan so uncontrollably I thought she would explode in an incredible sexual eruption at any moment. But she was stubborn. She was holding herself back. “Elle affiche sa beauté (She flaunts her beauty) .” I stared down at her while fucking her so magnificently. She was almost lost to me. It was so satisfying to see her finally give in to her “Master”. “OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Va-t-on parvenir à finir avant demain OOOOoooohhhhhhhhh OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (Ohhh - Are we going to manage to finish before tomorrow. OH YES)?” She moaned out exposing her obvious delight and satisfaction. The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...The cock up her ass ...the bottle up her cunt...OVER AND OVER until she could not stand it any further.... And stupendiously she exploded in the most intense, wonderful climax that I have ever seen a woman exhibit..... MMMMMAAAAAIIIISSSSS OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!! MMMMMAAAAAIIIISSSSS OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!! MMMMMAAAAAIIIISSSSS OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!! “Nous avons quasiment fini (We're almost done)!” I shouted as I could no longer hold myself back. Her body was my receptacle and I filled it over and over..... “OOOHHHH OOUIII OUUUIII OOOOUUUIIIIII!!!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as my magnificent erection erupted over and over and over within her marvelous derriere. There was an expected knock on the carriage door followed shortyly thereafter by the smiling François peeking in at U/us. “Tu as vu cette fille affublée d'une robe toute déchirée (Did you see that girl wearing a torn dress)?” the very much alive, teasing driver asked jokingly. I kissed my beautiful wife and asked palyfully, “Est-il encore vivant (Is he still alive) ?” “François a du pot (François is lucky) !” my lovely “victim” giggled. “Il nous les broute (He's a pain in the neck) !” I shouted back in between kissing and kissing my beautiful michelle. “D'ailleurs, on y va (So anyway, are we going)?” François asked chuckling at his favorite “lovebirds”. “Il est tard, il va falloir qu'on pédale (It's late, we have to hurry) !” I shouted out as I started to unbind my beautiful wife’s ropes. “Oui,” François acknowledged and looked at his mistress stating with a laugh, “Philippe m'a mouillé dans cette affaire louche (Philippe got me mixed up in this shady deal) !” He closed the door and soon the carriage was once again on it’s way. “Je ne peux pas exprimer mon bonheur (I can't express my happiness {how happy I am})” I said while gazing at her beautiful brown eyes. “Moi aussi, mon mari (me too, my husband),” she cooed in between more soft kissing. And then, quite unexpectedly, she started to roar with laughter as she tossed the now VERY empty wine bottle at me, “N'oublie pas de boucher le vin (Don't forget to (re)cork the wine bottle) ! ” she teased. We both laughed and kissed and laughed and kissed as suddenly EVERYTHING WENT BLACK. ======================================= I thought I had passed out or blacked out or something. I was completely disoriented as I found my hands resting upon some globe-like object. I heard a woman’s voice and felt my shoulders being shaken gently. “Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford can you hear me? You’re back again,” I heard the female voice saying gently as she shook me one last time. “Raconte-moi ce qui s'est passé (Tell me what happened) ,” I finally managed to mutter as I reoriented myself. “Le voleur a enfin été repéré (The thief was finally caught).....” “Je (ne) te raconte pas (You can't imagine).... she said softly as her voice trailed off. D'une voix saccadée, elle m'a raconté l'histoire (In a halting voice, she told me the story). “C'est une histoire romanesque (It's a fantastical story) ...” I said softly. I blushed just then having a strange woman look into my past life the way that she did, intimate details and all. “Pouvez-vous me renseigner sur lui (Can you tell me about him)? Philippe?” I asked sheepishly. “Monsieur Ford, Parlez-vous français?” she asked with a knowing grin on her face. “Non, Lucinda, Je ne parle pas français! (No, Lucinda, I don’t speak French) !” I said in frustration. The older woman starting laughing. “I’m sorry Mr. Ford, but you have been for well over an hour!” I looked at her with my mouth wide open realizing more and more what had just taken place. “Anyway, Philippe was Philippe III ‘le Bon’, duc de Bourgogne, comte de Flandres and lived from 1396 to 1467 in France, of course. He married Michelle de France, the of Charles, duc d'Orléans, in 1409. She was the grandaughter of King Charles VI.” “WOW, Lucinda,” I said and paused. Then a got what had to be a cheshire cat smile on my face. “Elle est vachement bandante (She is really sexy) ! I’m sorry, I’m sorry WAS really sexy......” “Mais oui, Monsieur Ford, mais oui,“ she said smiling at me. “And what happen to her and him?” “She died in 1422 at the age of 27.....and Philippe was so heartbroken with the loss of his one true love that he spent the 45 year remainder of his life in grief and mourning. I’m sorry, Monsieur Ford, I’m Sorry....” “Yeah, me too, Lucinda, moi aussi..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I went home that night and immediately started listening to Edith Piaf sing her sad French songs that I had grown up listening to in my parent’s living room. But about half of the way through I got the urge to sing the saddest and most beautiful French song I had ever heard I started singing in English as I listened to the haunting voice of Jacques Brel: NE ME QUITTE PAS Ne me quitte pas Il faut oublier Tout peut s'oublier Qui s'enfuit déjà Oublier le temps Des malentendus Et le temps perdu A savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient parfois A coups de pourquoi Le coeur du bonheur Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Moi je t'offrirai Des perles de pluie Venues de pays Où il ne pleut pas Je creuserai la terre Jusqu'après ma mort Pour couvrir ton corps D'or et de lumière Je ferai un domaine Où l'amour sera roi Où l'amour sera loi Où tu seras reine Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Je t'inventerai Des mots insensés Que tu comprendras Je te parlerai De ces amants là Qui ont vu deux fois Leurs coeurs s'embraser Je te raconterai L'histoire de ce roi Mort de n'avoir pas Pu te rencontrer Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas On a vu souvent Rejaillir le feu D'un ancien volcan Qu'on croyait trop vieux Il est paraît-il Des terres brûlées Donnant plus de blé Qu'un meilleur avril Et quand vient le soir Pour qu'un ciel flamboie Le rouge et le noir Ne s'épousent-ils pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Je ne vais plus pleurer Je ne vais plus parler Je me cacherai là A te regarder Danser et sourire Et à t'écouter Chanter et puis rire Laisse-moi devenir L'ombre de ton ombre L'ombre de ta main L'ombre de ton chien Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas -Jacques Brel, 1959 If you go away on this summer day, Then you might as well take the sun away; All the birds that flew in the summer sky, When our love was new and our hearts were high; When the day was young and the night was long, And the moon stood still for the night bird's song. If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away. But if you stay, I'll make you a day Like no day has been, or will be again; We'll sail the sun, we'll ride on the rain, We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind. Then if you go, I'll understand, Leave me just enough love to fill up my hand, If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away. If you go, as I know you will, you must tell the world to stop turning Till you return again, if you ever do, for what good is love without loving you, Can I tell you now, as you turn to go, I'll be dying slowly till the next hello, If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away. But if you stay, I'll make you a night Like no night has been, or will be again. I'll sail on your smile, I'll ride on your touch, I'll talk to your eyes that I love so much. But if you go, go, I won't cry, Though the good is gone from the word goodbye, If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away. If you go away, as I know you must, There'll be nothing left in the world to trust, Just an empty room, full of empty space, Like the empty look I see on your face. I'd have been the shadow of your shadow If I thought it might have kept me by your side. If you go away, if you go away, if you go away, if you go away........ I found myself openly weeping as I finished singing out my heartache for my lost love. Where was she? How could I find her? Would she even have any idea who I was if we were somehow to meet? Would she love me again as she before? Or would she Go Away....? All I could think of right then was that “I MUST somehow find her...........and love her once more............”  |
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