5 comments/ 4081 views/ 2 favorites The Modern Marquis By: Thnx2KinkyStar Bet you know his name quite well. He is a historical figure who brought to light the world of joy of suffering. Bringing to life his perversions written in books that still roam this world where expression of his love of torture rewarded with pleasure. He believed faithfully that pleasure was much more intense after a heavy strike of many different devises of torture. He was of a time that people had their curiosities peeked but many hid behind a prim and proper way of living; secretively people indulged in his erotic and sometimes grotesque form of writings. For years, since my teenaged years, I had been fascinated by the Marquis DeSade; the namesake of sadism. I researched him the best I could. And now as an adult I am curious to what this deviant of sexual exploration would think about my own personal favorite type of torture and all the branches that flood from it. Would he feel comfortable in this new age of expression? Would he fulfill more of his dark desires and bring to life more of the darkness he never had the opportunity to breathe life into? It's a crazy idea but quite intriguing. One of my all time favorite movies is Quills; the Marquis was represented in such a more enlightening manner giving him a soul instead of being labeled the monster he is known as today. In ways I believe he was way ahead of his time. I believe he could read anyone's perversions like the expert he was. For those reasons, I bring to you... ...THE MODERN MARQUIS... Welcome to a world unlike you could imagine, perhaps you have. A world that is a collaboration of the past and present. The frills and pretties of the past wrapped tightly within the present day. Lavish lifestyles enriched by the classic markings and made much more lavish by injections of today. Petticoats and waistcoats enhanced by PVC and vinyl. But, in this new world, imagination is the key as long as erotic perversion is the main material. Minds brilliantly creative but cruel. Bodies free to be explored willingly. Souls devoted to the discovery of all pleasures no matter the extent of their torturous natures. Where is this world? In the middle of nowhere, where there is only one king to rule this tasty world and he is known as the Modern Marquis. He reigns over his realm with a fist tightly gripping the leather leash strapped to the collar of all who penetrate through the invisible walls of his great fortress. Each and every soul that dares step foot into his world must bow to the tips of his vinyl boots and present a lavish kiss of respect and devotion which means their corruption to his liking. Centered within this kingdom, the Marquis's castle with dungeons filled with ripe virgins bestowed with ripe flowers to be plucked, tasted, and devoured. No walls to separate his world from the other, all wills broken and imprisoned willingly. To enter his world, kingdom, and dwelling you must appease his need for supple flesh that is untarnished which shall only to be tarnished by his leather gloved hands and whatever else he sees fit to use on ripe bodies. If an invitation is given, it is only for his benefit to entrap you into his cunning and seductive world of perversions. Only a special few are invited and special they are for they are chosen specifically to his liking. The royals of perversion come to play yet they too must abide to the Marquis and his dominant role as ruler. Nothing is done without his consent. He chooses the games to be played and if he shall join in those tasty games. If you attend his extreme celebrations you must not have a shy eye or the consequences will be dire for you do not blush for that is a signal of embarrassment and that does not please the Marquis. You might play coy but obvious uncomfortable expressions will make him brutally wipe those very expressions off your face. If you are chosen as that evening's toy, so be it. There is no denying his every whim and request for refusal is futile to his huge ego and carnal urges. He refuses to take only a taste, he devours as any starved creature set high on the perversion totem pole. What the Marquis wants, he gets. The Modern Marquis gets what he wants, nothing more or nothing less. As an example of this master of cruel pleasure's unfailing ego. I give you the tale of one of his greatest conquests... ... Devine Penetration... The Tale of the Virginal Mary... The invitations had been sent to all those worthy to attend. His majesty, the Modern Marquis knew each and every one of them inside and out. If they have not been properly inspected and tested by him they were simply not allowed to attend his extravagant festivity in honor his birthday, age undisclosed. He knew that each of his petty little perverts would do their best to impress him with their gifts which was predicted to be likely youths to be punished appropriately and diligently by his rough hand or whatever he chooses. He was bored with the traditional offerings and starved for something more unique. He had much he desired to experiment with and needed the perfect untarnished subject to project his experiments. He wanted to taste new flavors to satisfy his need for pain and pleasure, suffering and lust. He only prayed that at least one of his attendees will appease him by offering something much desired, preferably something ripened to the peek of perfection and ready to be plucked repeatedly. Inside his lavish castle dwelling his slaves created the perfect environment. Many of his pretty collectibles were strung by the wrists and wrapped with festive lighting while gagged properly to silence their vocalized pleasure in response to being strung for long periods of time. Delightful tables lined with naked bodies with intricately placed snacks, living buffets with their plumps and luscious bodies bound at the wrists and ankles while stretched to limits to keep them perfectly immobile. He made certain there was entertainment, beautiful and youthful men and women set about bound in intricate positions and prepared to be poked and prodded at the guests' leisure. Of course his own personal space was made to his liking with a leather upholstered throne where two of his favorite pets kneel obediently with their collars tight and leashes short. Even the Marquis himself was dressed to impress in a vinyl overcoat slick and shiny black with a matching vinyl waistcoat beneath and a classic ruffle shirt. His trousers also were black vinyl, hugged his crotch firmly with his traditional vinyl buckled boots strapped at the knees. His thick black hair pulled back tightly and neatly and pinned with a vinyl ribbon while his hands were snugly covered by his love of vinyl. When the time came to step out into the ballroom with all his guests who awaited his arrival, he takes a moment to lavish in his own reflection, saw nothing but perfection. He takes his pretties by their leashes and strolls through the castle as if leading twin pets. The moment he enters the extravaganza his guests obediently applaud his graceful entrance and remain standing until he said otherwise as he made his way to his throne. His pets kneel at each side of his throne as he sits then ties their leashes to the throne arms. With a swift vinyl clap of his hands he signals that it was time that he be presented the gifts his guests have brought. One by one the Royals present their gifts of human flesh, as predicted. One by one he flips his hand, waves for the gift to be taken to the appropriate place in the dungeon. Not one impressive gift as each were presented, until the last which causes his excitement to lift. The Royal couple known as Master and Mistress Lash approach the Marquis throne. Mistress Lash held firm in her hand a dainty white leather leash. Both husband and wife bow to their Marquis then rise with faces made of stone. The Marquis knew the couple quite well, many times he had fucked Mistress while Master watched for sometimes he had a taste for something used. They always impressed him with their gifts and hoped this time they would again do so. The couple parted, stepped aside then Mistress jerked her leash and pulled forward the Marquis gift. There was something about white that intrigued the Marquis, gave indication of purity and virtue, both he loved corrupting. His gray eyes stared at the beautiful gift at the end of a white leather leash where a white and pearl studded collar was snugly around a milky neck. She was so fair in complexion, drowning in white from head to toe. A powdered wig hid whatever was underneath, a hint of the natural hair color given by the dark color of her perfectly shaped brows. His eyes trailed, studied her, the perfect nose and quite suck-able lips naturally colored and untainted by painted red. He eagerly thought, the things he could do with that mouth. Her pale fleshed arms were bound behind her with her torso tightly cinched within a white PVC corset. At the bodice, her modest plump tits were lifted and cleaved in a forced manner. Her curvy hips slightly exaggerated by the corset's snug fit with a ruffle trimmed pantaloons to the knees and PVC stockings. At her dainty feet were white vinyl shoes. The Marquis sang his praise to the couple, "You impress me with how well you wrapped my present." The Royals Lash graciously bowed their heads. The Marquis rose from his throne and stepped forward, reached his hand for the leash. Mistress gave him control of the leash and slowly he stepped forward, gathered the leash inch by inch. Soon the leash was gathered to its extent which forced the young beauty to look up at him with an arched neck, her eyes were piercing green. The Marquis again sang, "Very impressive," that shade of eyes not yet been added to his collection until now. He quickly inquired, "Is she as impressive as she looks?" He glanced at both Mistress and Master Lash. Mistress quickly stated, "Yes, Marquis," she nodded then explained, "I am positive she is to your liking. Touched by no one. Kept pure from birth. She has lived her entire eighteen years in seclusion. I promise that her quality is perfect." "Hmm," the Marquis hummed, loved the sound of something so pure that she could practically be a saint. He asked, "What's this creature's name?" "One we find suitable, Marquis," Master spoke up for the first time, "Mary." The Marquis gave a chuckle and mused, "Such an appropriate name." his eye glimmered with possibilities as he admired his gift, "The virgin Mary and she's all mine." he again praised, "You have outdone yourselves, my friends." The Marquis took a step back, pulled Mary forward. He turned, kept his gift's leash short. He returned to his throne, sat down and perched Mary on his lap. He practically burst at the seams with the want to experiment on such a fresh mold of heavenly flesh. His hand waved for the festivities to continue for he had to study his gift further. With a little adjustment he positioned her rear atop his crotch so she could feel how prominent his excitement had become because of her and the ideas she provoked into his mind. He kept a tight hold of her leash, pulled her back arched and head tilted backwards. Deeply he inhaled her scent, smelled the cleanliness perfumed over her porcelain flesh. Though the ballroom was crowded with guests and laughter, the Marquis' enjoyment was his gift. His sole focus was every inch of her purity radiating body. He tugged harder until the back of her powdered wig was against his shoulder. His hand pressed firmly in exploration as he indulged in the feel of her flesh's heat penetrate the vinyl. The more he touched her, the harder his cock pressed against the vinyl crotch of his trousers. But it was the scenarios that flooded his corrupted brain that hardened his cock the most. Mary was now his new muse. The erotic art he could perform on her was never ending. He was curious to how well she would respond to the purpose of his experiment. With ease he wrapped his arm around her PVC painted torso as his leash wrapped hand slid around to the front of her neck. His hand maneuvered up the length of her petite neck. He felt her tremble as her breathing heightened. He was curious, was it excitement causing her heightened breaths? With curiosity, he made a sudden movement, latched his hand over her lovely and full mouth then pinched off her nose. She gave a quick burst of energy, his lips curved with delight as she started to struggle and squirm which pressed her rear firmly against his crotch. Her shapely legs moved with fight as he held her firm. He listened to the wonderful song of her grunts as she attempted to shake her pretty head. He enjoyed the sensation of her back bound arms struggling against the white leather binding as his hand continued to seal off her breath. There was nothing more delightful than a virgin being subdued by breathlessness caused by his own vinyl covered hand. There was so much more he wanted to do. His first test was finished, he released his grip then hummed with approval, heard her heavenly gasp for air. His eyes watched her chest heave heavily as she filled her lungs with precious air. He stated, "What fun we will have together, Virgin Mary," then he confidently informed, "That is only a hint of things to come, my new pet." Again he took her by surprise, latched his hand firmly over her mouth pinching her nose. He loved the fight she gave, such sweet music she made with her struggling grunts. He slipped his hand down between her pantaloons covered thighs, desired to find the sign of pleasure from his doings. He latched firmly over her virgin pussy and listened carefully for another note to her struggle's song. The note changed minimally, giving just a hint of what he wanted to hear. He licked his lips as he pressed his hand more firmly over her untouched pussy as the other hand remained mercilessly suffocating her. He sang in promise, "I will find that key that twists that lovely tune." His hand released it's suffocating grip, again loved Mary's loud gasp for air. The Marquis shouted, "Anne!" Before the Marquis scurried his wife's sister. He ordered Anne, "Take and properly dress my gift then deliver her to my private chamber!" Anne firstly was silent, looked to the Marquis's gift, a slight grimace formed. The Marquis shouted, hated delay, "Anne, now!" Anne startled then stated, "Yes, Marquis!" She quickly retrieved the virginal gift by the handed leash. The Marquis suspiciously eyed Anne, sensed his long time lover's dislike towards his brand new pet. He urged with a raised finger, "Now, Anne, behave." Anne obediently agreed, "Yes, Marquis." With a tug, she led the virgin from the Marquis's lap. Another tug, she led the virgin gift from the festivities towards the garment room. The Marquis continued with his suspicions, knew his sister was such a jealous creature. No longer was Anne a youthful pretty like his virginal gift. No longer was Anne as useful as she once was. And, he knew that Anne would likely make it known her jealousy which prompted him up from his throne, snatched the leashes of his twins. There was nothing more exciting than rivalry. The Marquis took a seat on another throne which was set before an array of monitors. He was a voyeuristic, enjoyed spying on the kinky games his guests played throughout the entire castle. Some games bored him and others made him call on an appropriate fuck. He swiftly turned his focus solely on the garment room filled with all the intricate designed clothing that he specifically had designed for his collective pets. He lifted his gloved hand and snapped his fingers then pointed down to his still erect cock. Quickly came scurrying feet of one of the twins. Which one, he had no care. He ordered, "Take your time" He relaxed against the high back, scooted a bit down as twin one or two swiftly undid the zipper crotch of his snug trouser. His head leaned back, eyes focused on the monitor as he enjoyed the sensation of the twin's firm but slow sucks. His eyes gleamed the moment Anne was seen entering the garment room while jerking the virgin by the leash. His hand lifted, he snapped his finger and ordered, "Brandy!" Another sound of scurrying feet followed by a crystal glass of brandy. His eyes frowned as he took a sip. He swallowed then stated, "I said take your time, dammit!" He shook his head then demanded the other twin, "Take over for your sister." He sipped his brandy as the one twin took over for the other. His eyes narrowed with disapproval at the disappointing manner his cock was sucked. He stated, "You will stand and learn how one should suck my cock, understood?!" The twin agreed, "Yes, Marquis." His eyes again focused on the monitor, curious how Anne was going to likely mistreat his virgin. But Anne was smart, would never dare cause a mark for she knew it was his position to leave marks, if wanted. On the screen, Anne roughly shoved the virgin to the center of the room. Her grumbles of disapproval continued as she fetched the appropriate attire for the virgin's introduction to the Marquis's experiments. Anne groaned, "Another one!" She stepped up to the virgin, undid the binding then gave the youthful woman another shove before the wall to ceiling dressing mirror. She complained, "Why so many, hmm? Always damned virgins!" Young Mary stood frozen with uncertainty and fear. She was conflicted, years of solitude left her unknown to everything outside her confinement. She was fearful to speak. Her body still struggled with what the Marquis had done, the moments of lengthy suffocation by his grasp had developed odd and unknown emotions inside her. Anne snatched the wig from Mary's head, threw it to the floor. Her eyes widened then she snapped, "Just perfect, another damned Snow White." She loathed black hair, hers was mousy brown beneath her wig. She roughly snatched the back of the virgin's hair then jerked the youth's head back. The Marquis chuckled in response to Anne's loud complaint followed by a groan of pleasure. He patted the other twin on her head and praised, "Very good, um," he could not remember the names, "Well, very good." He took a sip of brandy. Anne pushed the virgin against the mirror then removed the chosen attire from the thin garment bag. She paused, here eyes studied the thin plastic then shifted to the trembling virgin. A callous and jealous filled grin crossed her brightly painted mouth. The Marquis's right brow curiously lifted, knew a very tantalizing idea had perked into Anne's jealously motivation mind. And, so, with the remote in hand he zoomed the surveillance camera's angel closer to what was about to happen. Anne dropped the hanger and garment from her hand then grasped with both hands the garment bag. She stated, "I will do you a favor, Virgin." swiftly she encased the virgin's head with the thin plastic of the garment bag then pulled it snugly back, "A little hint of things to come." "Oh, Anne," the Marquis scolded with amusement in his tone, "Naughty you are." He loudly groaned, felt his cock begin to pulse within the firm grip of the other twin's mouth. His hips excitedly shifted as he again took another sip of brandy. Anne used her body to pin the struggling virgin against the mirror. Both hands twisted and gathered the plastic to complete deny the pretty new pet any breath. Not the first time she had made her presence known in that manner. Each new arrival she was always in charge of preparing for the Marquis and used his breathless methods to torment them. Yet, her method was malicious, no sexual thrills or pleasure for them, just her own pleasure making them suffer. The Marquis's excitement and amusement grew. Yet, he had no desire to cum for he wished to save that moment with his virgin Mary. His hand grabbed hold of the other twin's head and demanded, "Stop!" The Modern Marquis: Trial of Mary Author's Notes: I would like to make something known to the readers of any of my stories. The purpose of me writing these, besides the obvious, is to educate others of the truths of auto-erotic asphyxiation/breath play. The fetish has a horrible rep in the fetish community because of it's unfortunate association with death. I write what I write in proof that this fetish is truly not the monster people believe it to be. I hope I'm successful. And much I write is inspired by my own personal experiences. Thank you. ***** Trial of Mary Anne, though reluctant, did as she told by her master and Marquis and brother and delivered his new precious pet into the bed chamber of his master suite. She dressed the petite pet in the chosen garment. Mary was dressed in a somewhat simple white vinyl under bust corset which left the virgin's untouched breasts exposed, plush, and perky with dainty pale nipples. There was a latex ruffle about the waist of the corset where beneath was left naked with vinyl garters stretched down the girl's milky thighs molded into the tops of slick and shiny vinyl stockings. The stockings were snug and smooth as they were practically painted over the curves of the virgin's legs, reached down to the eighteenth century white vinyl shoes. Atop the youth's head was again a white powdered wig with more elaborate curls than the one she previously wore. Anne escorted the virgin, who was blindfolded by white vinyl, to the massive bed centered within the room. With roughness, she shoved the girl against the edge of the bed then climbed up onto the plush mattress, grabbed the girl's arms then practically dragged the young thing to the center of the bed. Occasionally she would grumble under breath as she positioned Mary within the center of the bed seated on her knees. Anne demanded, "Stay!" She she climbed off the bed and quickly fetched specific bindings and returned as she continued her breathy grumbles. She knelt, kept herself balanced, and bound Mary's ankles snugly with a well crafted set of white leather ankle cuffs, white was becoming pretty sickening to her. She proceeded to bind Mary's wrists behind the back with a matching set of white leather cuffs. She reached to the center of the ankle cuffs, pulled up a retractable cord and hooked it to the center of the wrist cuffs. From the center of the wrist cuffs she pulled up another retractable cord and hooked it to the steel loop centered at the back of the white leather collar snug around Mary's pretty neck which forced the girl's neck to arch back from the tension of the retractable cords. Anne rose up, teetered atop the mattress as she stared down at the bound lovely. Her distaste continued to build having had to dress the virginal whore and bind her to the Marquis's liking. Anne hiked up the hem of her gown then shoved her heel into the youth's back which forced the girl to flop forward, left the virgin awkwardly and painfully hog tied lying on her stomach. Anne bent down, grabbed the girl by the collar then jerked her head back and hissed, "Have fun, whore!" She shoved the girl's head forward then stepped off the bed and stomped her way out of the bed chamber having done as she was told. But she still fumed with jealousy and wished she was the one hog tied and prepped for the Marquis to do as he pleased. Poor, poor youthful and virginal Mary lay on her stomach against the plush mattress. Her lovely green eyes blinded by the slick vinyl as her legs were pinned awkwardly attached at the ankles to her wrists by tension cords that too were attached to the back of her straining neck. She lay there speechless because of the unknown. Her limbs ached in their awkwardly bound state, the tension in her neck grew painful. She breathed heavily with uncertainty to what punishment was going to be inflicted upon her by the man she was given to as a birthday gift. It was horrifying being left in the hands of the Marquis's mistress who was obvious with her jealous hatred, the very moment Anne had ruthlessly suffocated her and stated firmly that the Marquis would do worse terrified her. She lay there motionless, knew the pain in her limbs would only increase. Her brain was muddled and clouded with so many different thoughts, horrifying thoughts. But a focus came forward. Behind her blindfolded eyes came the incident where she was perched atop the Marquis's lap surrounded by the many guests. Her breathing heightened as the memory of his actions took her mind from the painful tensions throughout her bound body. Yes, she had been secluded all her life, raised by virtuous nuns and taught nothing of the ways of men and women. Constantly under the watchful eyes of women devoted to God then the moment she turned eighteen she was taken from the security of that seclusion and led into a world of the corrupt and none virtuous. She had been obedient, not once questioned her purpose in life which was meant to please the Marquis. She was told her role and kept silent. The moment she was in his posession she had an understanding exactly what her life was to become. It wasn't the harsh and cruel words and mannerisms of his mistress but his actions alone. She sensed both his harshness and gentleness which confused her mind and body. Her breathing intensified as her thoughts focused more on his actions. She distinctly remembered the sensation of feeling the hard protrusion press against her rear as he held her. Remembered the tingling that moved strangely over her body as his hand pressed firmly over her corseted breasts. What were even more confusing were the sensations that followed as his more ruthless side was hinted as he suffocated her with his hand. The taste of the vinyl still lingered over her lips and she found herself tracing the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. Was it wrong what she felt as he stole her breath? Was it wrong the sensations she felt when his hand gripped that unexplored place between her thighs? She was taught those feelings and sensations were wrong but were they wrong now that she was his? She was confused. She wanted to fight back those returning sensations that were conjured by the memory of his actions. A sound suddenly ceased Mary's thoughts, her heart pounded loudly within her chest as her bare breasts pressed down against the plush linen beneath. She listened to the sound of footsteps move through the room followed by a manly toned humming. Her head turned to the side as she remained blinded, used her hearing as key to where the sounds came from. The footsteps drew closer as did the humming, a somewhat innocent tune was hummed but with a hint of playfulness. The steps approached then stopped but the humming continued louder before her. Her head aimed forward, she wished she could see. The humming stopped and she held her breath. The Marquis's voice sang from the silence and darkness behind the blindfold, "Why she insisted covering your crowning glory?" Mary gasped as she felt a hand grab hold of the powdered wig then removed it with a swift pull. Her breathing became heightened, felt the heat of his fingers press into the bundle of ebony hair atop her head. Then she felt her lengthy ebony hair fall down against the sides of her face; sleek waves with glossy sheen. His voice sang in praise, "Very beautiful." That was what confused her, she sensed his ability to be almost gentle which could abruptly turn a whole other more ruthless direction. He again spoke, "I see the confusion on your face." his voice sounded from in front of her, "No worries, the confusion will fade and you will know exactly how to feel and when to feel it." She trembled against the sensation of his fingers trail under the drape of ebony hair as he touched the side of her face. She felt his hand press firmly which caused her head to turn followed by her body rolling on her side as she remained awkwardly bound. She felt the movement of the bed as he sat while his both his hands touched the sides of her face, his thumbs traced the shape of her bottom lip. He asked, "Are you frightened?" She didn't know how to respond. He urged, "You can tell me." She pressed her lips together nervously then meekly answered, "Oui." His fingertips slid a trail from her lips, down the forced arch of her neck then rested and pressed his palms into the supple flesh of her breasts. He asked, "Does that frighten you?" He kneaded his fingers firmly. She trembled more, uncertain how to feel. "Tell me," he spoke with a more demand as his fingers pressed harder as his palms flattened the plush shape of her breasts. " Oui," she quickly responded, the fear obvious in her tone. "Good," he stated with amusement distorting his tone which made it sound more sinister. She responded to his comment and tone change with more trembles, not quite understanding exactly their reasons. He became silent. She felt his hands leave her breasts as his palms pressed firmly upward. Shivers moved up her arched spine as he worked one hand behind her neck, felt his fingers slide over the thick length of her hair reaching the ends. She released a gasp as his hand began to twist and wrap the length of her hair around his hand until he painfully tugged her head further back. Once her head was arched to its limit, his silence heightening her fear of his next step, he worked his other hand up the base of her throat. Her breathing became so erratic it was hard to control then again his fingertips brushed her lips. Her fear of his upcoming actions riddled her mind and body with confusion. Was it truly fear she was felt? The heat of his hand almost burned against her trembling full lips. The memory of his previous actions in the ballroom returned which triggered a strange anticipation to slowly crept forward. She feared more her confusion than his actions. Her lips twitched as he tauntingly traced the shape of the bridge of her nose down to the tip then again traced over the fine creases of her lips. His cruelty was emotional more than physical in the current circumstances. Suddenly he released her hair and the bed shifted as he stood up. She gasped, unsure of her reaction to him stopping. A little murmur released passed her trembling lips and he chuckled in response. The Marquis grinned with amusement, he instinctively sensed the changes inside that pure shell of her body. He approached a perfectly placed tripod aimed at the large bed. With a flick of his finger he turned the cameras attention and eye on his gift, always one to record his lavishly intricate experiments. He stepped before the camera dressed in tight vinyl trousers, black ruffled shirt baring his smooth chest layered with a black sleek vinyl vest. He took a moment to slip on a pair of latex gloves then reached down to give his already firm crotch an adjustment, his anticipation obviously rubbed against the tight vinyl. He again approached the foot of the bed as he started to hum his little playful tune. He reached, grabbed his gift's ebony hair then forced her head back again in that uncomfortable arch to face her towards the camera. His other hand gripped the blindfold then pulled it up to reveal to the camera her lovely wide green eyes. He crouched down, grabbed her face firmly between his fingers then demanded, "Give a little smile, pet." He saw her face riddled with confusion mingled with fear. He pouted his bottom lip, knew she wasn't ready to give a smile. "Very well," he stated then stood up but kept a firm grip of her hair, he quipped, "Perhaps later." Mary's eyes were wide, now able to see but stared at the camera recording everything. She was again rolled onto her stomach with her eyes staring into the camera. She pried her stare and attempted to focus on the Marquis who stepped away momentarily. Her eyes shifted from the Marquis then to the camera and continued to do so back and forth. The uncertainly was more agonizing than the pain riddling her limbs and neck. From the corner of her eyes she saw him move back towards the bed but vanish from her view. She felt the bed again shift from his weight which rocked her contorted body. Her breathing again intensified as she felt the bed's constant shift. She felt the relief of the ankle and wrist cuffs being unlinked. Her legs were relieved of aching as he brought them straight down against the bed but kept her neck still linked with the wrist cuffs. Suddenly the latex ruffle was flipped upward exposing her nakedness then she felt the painful sting of his latex hand smack the cleft of her ass with firm force. she gasped with a little squeal of surprise. "That's what I love to hear." he sang then swung again, cracked her harder which left evidence of a reddening hand print at her ass's center. He chimed, "Music to my ears." He gave a laugh, heard her sweetly again give a gasped squeal. He tucked a little white instrument between his teeth then grabbed harsh handfuls of her soft ass, dug his latex covered fingertips into her virgin flesh. He swung a leg over her, brought his knees into the mattress then straddled her smacked ass. He leaned forward, removed the instrument from his teeth then brought it around and forward before her face. He sang with demand, "Open wide, pet." She didn't know how to react, her instincts forced her to do as she was told as her eyes strained to stare at the white leather instrument. Her mouth opened and a silver ring gag was worked between her gaped lips and maneuvered until the ring was behind her front teeth. She felt him strap the gag tightly at the back of her head, the leather pressed into the flesh just under her flushed cheeks. All her hair was pulled upward above the strap as it was secured. Once she was gagged, both his hands grabbed the sides of her face to keep her aimed at the camera. He quipped with an amused laugh, "We'll work on the smiles later." His hands left her the sides of her face, slid to the back of her head, the latex fingers massaged into the silkiness of her black hair. As typical of his actions, without warning, he shoved her head forward which tensed the retractable cord. She was again blinded as he forcefully pushed her face down into the plush mattress. With her mouth forced open by the silver ring, she breathed heavily into the linen. At first it wasn't too extreme as she breathed continuously through her mouth, at times alternating to her nose. He pressed his hands more firmly and buried her face further into the mattress as the linen slowly began to heated with her breaths. She could taste and feel the bits of saliva drooling from her gaped mouth which penetrated into the fabric pressed over her mouth and somewhat passed her lips. She breathed harder, felt the seemingly innocent linen and mattress begin to inhibit her breaths. She took deep breaths as he remained mounted atop of her with his hands planted firmly at the back of her head and kept her face firmly buried. The deeper the breaths the more and more it became difficult to get the breaths needed. Each heated exhale heightened the difficulty, made the linen warm and moist. He kept his grip and hold. She was desperate to control herself but that tingling struggle began to entice her fear. She felt the weight of his straddle shift as he bore more weight down against the back of her head which pressed her face even further into the grip of the suffocating linen. The collar about her neck, the tension cord pulling, caused more struggles into fear by the slight choking pressure. She gagged as her control began to whither and her need for clean and larger breaths delivered further fear as he continued to keep firm pressure. Her breaths, though meager, became shortened and filled with chokes and gags. The realization that he wasn't going to stop his suffocating pressure began to span from her mind into her body. Her arms began to move against the bindings, tugged on the cord which in turn caused more pressure against the front of her throat. Soon her legs began to twitch in reaction to relentless suffocation as her feet wiggled and pulled against the ankle cuffs. Eventually her entire body began to jerk and twitch. Desperately she wanted the suffocating pressure to stop as there were no more breaths to be taken or given. She gagged and grunted with eyes wide in darkness. Just as suddenly as it began, it ended. She bolted her head upward and gasped deeply, took in as much air as her lungs could with their meager expansion. He commented, "Interesting," he was again seated atop her rear, "But the camera didn't see your reaction nor did I." She continued to breathe heavily as her mind was too muddled with confusion to comprehend the meaning of his words. Distracted by her desire to breathe in the gloriousness of fresh air, she was again suddenly subdued by something more familiar. Her eyes went wide the moment his latex coated hand latched over her ring gagged mouth and pinched off her nose with his finger and thumb. The weight of his body lifted off her rear and he leaned forward, brought his lips to her ear. Her eyes stared forward with panic enlarging them, she saw the red light of camera as it recorded her reactions. The Marquis's gray eyes looked forward at the camera as his lips grinned sinisterly while he held his hand firmly suffocating his petite play thing. He listened to the glorious sounds of her little grunts. He ignored the sensation of the tip of her tongue attempting to probe through the gag's silver ring, tiny tip brushes felt against the latex covering his gripping hand. He chuckled in her ear once the bed began to tremble from her bodies struggling movements, her legs moved up and down bent at the knees slamming back down against the mattress as her arms strained and struggled against the cuffs and tension cord. Her grunts began to mingle with sweet sounds of whimpers as she was being forced to starve for air. Every little detail of her struggle aroused his knowledge seeking along with the hard cock which was being tormented by the struggling fumbles of her petite fingers. He finally released her, she gasped and whined loudly. He rose up and perched himself down against her pure ass. He felt exhilarated as she was exhausted by his experimental suffocation. Passed his grinning lips he hummed as his hand reached down adjusting his rock hard cock, enjoyed the sensation of the vinyl pressing snugly against it. He hadn't felt that hard in a long while, his latest obsession brought a new life to his somewhat dull existence. So tired he was with all the typical games of whips and bondage. So exhausted he was by trying to heighten his sexual urges with the use of typical game tactics. There was a new life pumping through his body which hardened his starved cock. Now his mind was freed and beneath him was the pawn of his dreams. Certainly he's fucked and tortured plenty virgins but this one was beyond special. She was the beautiful creature without any sexual knowledge physically and mentally. And to him, the Virgin Mary was the perfect clay to mold into the perfect specimen. He dropped forward, brought his hands flat against the mattress caging her. Again, his lips moved beside her ebony draped ear. "You excite me more than anything has in years." he sang with confession, licked his lips with anticipation, "You will become my ideal perfection. No stone left unturned as you become my most prized possession." His breaths were heavy with excitement, so much desire to drive his cock into her heaven-sent pussy but that time will come when he knew she was ready to receive. He could almost feel the explosion in his tight trousers just thinking about everything he prepared to subject her luscious virginal flesh to. The Modern Marquis: Trial of Mary Just a little taste, he begged himself. He rose up then turned her onto her side. Bending down his hands grabbed the sides of her flushed face. Repeatedly his mind begged to have a taste. He leaned further burying his eyes deep into her fluttering green eyes. His breathing intensified with anticipation of tasting that lovely mouth that had recently been clasped closed by his latex hand. His lips tasted her top lip, her heavy breaths hot as they breathed through the ring within her mouth. He hummed, tasted the delightful latex flavor then suckled that full bottom lip of hers again to savor more of the smothering latex flavor. Even her breaths were heavenly scented, so clean and pure as if he were inhaling her very virginal soul. He pulled back, licked the flavor from his lips then hummed with divine intoxication. His eyes rolled, wanted so much more that it was becoming almost unbearable to control. He gathered his strength and control, convinced him that the moment he would commence the divine penetration of his virgin Mary it would be a biblical experience that he would write into the history of his life's blessed works. With reluctance he slid his leg from over her trembling body and dropped back against the mattress. As he breathed his brain focused on furthering his experiments. He had already grown bored with using his hands to suffocate her and the whole smothering with a pillow or mattress didn't fit well with his need for seeing her reactions. His mind quickly snagged a memorable clip of his darling main whore Anne suffocating beautiful Mary with the garment bag. A wise whore, he thought to himself. Though he had those many plastic ideas in his head it was quite intriguing when he watched Anne take out her frustrations on the pretty thing. His head turned and eyes looked at the exhaustion already smeared all over Mary's face. He scanned her trembling body, her modest breasts jiggled slightly in mixed rhythm to her heightened breathing and body's constant trembles. His eyes moved passed her corseted torso as he slowly propped up on his elbows. His head tilted, saw the hint of the perfect black muff between her creamy thighs with the latex ruffle giving slight movement in reaction to her trembles and breathing. His lips puckered then he proceeded to hum as the ideas swarmed his complicatedly wicked brain. He sat up with his eyes focused on the ruffled latex trim poking out from under the vinyl corset. His eyes shifted, glanced at her as she lay somewhat still with her eyes closed. Again his eyes shifted back to the ruffle while his tune continued to hum passed his puckered lips. He removed his latex gloves then reached his hand gripping the latex ruffle and rubbed the material thoughtfully between his fingers. Slowly he lifted onto his knees, kept his fingers rubbing and feeling the material. Again his eyes shifted to the relaxing beauty, her guard slowly breaking down as he continued to derive another pleasurable experiment. Mary was startled from her relaxed state as she felt herself returned on to her stomach, she grunted a little in response to the sudden motion. She felt that tension cord again become hooked to her wrist cuffs drawing her legs back into an awkward position. She gasped loudly as her shoulders were grabbed and was jerked up onto her knees with her back tense and arched. His movements were quick as she felt him unhook the tension cord from the back of her collar giving relief of the strain on her neck. He swiftly embraced her, pressed her back against him. She felt her hands move against the hardness pressing against the crotch of his smooth vinyl trousers. His hand twisted her hair pulling her head back, she felt the heat of his mouth brush against her ear. "You feel that?" he questioned through a whisper, his breaths heavy and heated, "You put me in a difficult situation." She felt him purposely brush his covered cock against her hand. He accused, "That is how much you excite me." She felt the tremble of his lips as he again pushed his firm crotch against her petite hands. He confessed, "You have no idea how badly I wish to rip into you and satisfy the torment you've put me in but," he tugged her hair which again caused her to gasp, "Not at this very moment because I want you to excite me more and more until I can no longer control my urges to penetrate every virgin orifice throughout your body." She trembled in response to his words and the sensation over his hand grazing over the erect nipple of her left breast. He curiously asked, "Does it excite you knowing that eventually I will fuck you?" Made certain each of his words were felt through the brush of his lips against her ear. Her trembles increased as his hand slid down over the vinyl corset, sent her stomach muscles into a twitchy fit. She held her eyes closed as her instincts made it known the direction his trailing hand aimed. Passed the hem of the corset he moved his hand slyly. She squirmed as the tips of his fingers brushed against the ebony patch between her forced spread legs. "You want me to touch you, don't you?" he asked with that typical sultry tone, "But is it really fair that I touch you when I can't be touched and relieved of my torment?" She gave a little grunt uncertain what she was wanting. Her fingers curled which caused him to groan upon the sensation of her touching his cock through the vinyl. "Awe, you wish to please me." he commented with a heated breath. Her eyes snapped open. He confidently stated, "Please me, you will, I promise." He pressed a kiss against her ear then pulled both hands back releasing her hair. Her head dropped forward from the intensity of his touches and words. Her eyes again opened, felt the brush of his hands at her hips. She watched him grip the front hem of the ruffled latex then with a jerk the ruffle was pulled from its attachment to the corset. Her head lifted as her eyes looked to the camera still capturing the shifting scenario. With a final jerk and shift of the bed, the ruffle was completely removed. She was fearful of what was about to happen. Her eyes shifted nervously side to side while he remained behind her. Her eyes lifted upon a sense of movement and watched as that once ruffled latex material was slowly lowered before her face, her eyes followed widely. Again she shifted her eyes side to side looking at his hands gripping and slowly stretching the material to its extent. She felt horrified and a whimper escaped through the ring gag. Wider her eyes grew as he tormented her by inching the material closer until it brushed the tip of her nose. Her head instinctively leaned away trying to prolong the inevitable. Her breathing heightened to almost a panic as her heart thudded rapidly inside her chest. Again she whimpered with fear. Her head moved in short side to side motions as she continued to whimper even louder. He drew the latex closer as her head was leaned back to its best ability. Her eyes continued to shift back and forth as the latex pressed against her nose and the held ends were slowly pulled back kissing the sides the of her face. She squeezed her eyes tightly as the latex was brought snugly over the entirety of her face, drawn to the very back of her head. Her cheeks puffed in effort to exhale but the latex was pulled tightly giving only slight slack but the moment she inhaled the latex was tightly fixed over every feature of her face allowing not one bit of air to ease her. She whined loudly, felt the starvation for air quickly thrust her into a fit of panic. Her arms jerked and tugged on the tension cord attached to the ankle cuffs while she shook her head in little jerks wanting the latex confinement from her face. Her lungs pounded for relief as her mind was filled with latex suffocating terror. The Marquis was fascinated by her quick display of panic and intrigued by her fight though it was obviously done in vain. He gripped both ends of the suffocating latex with one hand then pulled her head back and quickly latching the other hands over her right breast and held her against him as he fondled her roughly at the same time. His hand pinched and worked her pretty nipple while he continued to subject her to another form of suffocation. He enjoyed the fumbling of her bound hands as her fingers were flickering against his covered cock. Each of her fingers panicked twitches sent him into a frenzy of wanting to explode all over her backside. Her body squirmed frantically as he kept her breathless as long as he saw fit. Every loud grunt, gag, and whine sent him reeling with overpowering excitement. The excitement was too much. He wanted proof that his experiments were sending her in the right direction, his dictated direction. The latex was freed from her face. She loudly gasped, mingled with trembled whines as her head dropped down. Her eyes snapped wide the moment his latex hand grabbed the front of her throat just under her chin, pressed her head back against his shoulder. Then she again she gasped the moment he dove his other latex covered hand between her fiercely trembling thighs. He grinned, through the latex over his fingers he felt the distinct slickness within the crease of her virginal pussy. He praised, "Hmm, yes, you are learning." He slicked his finger over her untouched clit, felt her body jerk with surprise. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Her breaths were heavy but erratic. Her mind spun from what she had been subjected to but also conflicted. Why did she enjoy the sensation of his touch? "Sweet, sweet, Mary," he sang in her ear, strategically teased her little swollen clit using the slick juices her virginal pussy produced in honor of his trial, "My sweet virgin Mary." Then he heard it, the moan filled sigh that confessed her pleasure. His grin broadened and he commented, "You are a quick learner." he continued to work her clit and felt the first indication of her body's instinctual response, "That's it, my Virgin, let go." Her eyes fluttered, the new sensation he provoked between her thighs was consuming. She didn't understand her body's response, her hips motioned in sync with his fingering action. She was confused by the vocals that sung passed her trembling lips. Had those torturous moments of suffocation actually aroused her? "Hmm, you're special," he breathed against her ear, "I believe I shall allow you to cum before me." his finger eased firmer pressure with each stroke of her clit, "And the moment you've cum, I shall then divinely penetrate your virginal orifice with my cock." He continued to stimulate her, made firm circular and up and down strokes against her clit, her body grew more and more with its instinctual grinds of her youthful hips. Yes, he enjoyed pleasuring himself but there was also a pleasure given by knowing he corrupted an untouched and pure body with his own hands and soon cock. He read the signs clearly, knew she was nearing her very first moment of pure ecstasy which he planned to top over and over. Her breaths were heavy and quickened and her moans grew louder and louder. His hand against her throat slid upward then, knowing she would soon cum, he latched his hand firmly over her mouth and pinched off her nose. Firstly her body struggled, gave it's natural response to the suffocation, but as predicted she was led directly into being consumed by the pleasure being expertly delivered between her thighs by him. He held firm his hand as he indulged in her muffled grunts filled with conflicting pleasure whines. He heightened the working of her clit, her hips shifted quicker in sync. He stated, "That's it, my virgin pet, you shall cum without a single breath in your body." He purposely slowed the motion of his finger and her grunted moans grew louder and closer. He breathed, "Almost there." Her eyes snapped open, her body grew rigid. Her chest ached with air starvation but from between her thighs, from the tip of his latex finger she felt nothing she had ever felt in all her sheltered life. Her back arched, every muscle froze as ever joint throughout her limbs locked as that powerful explosion ripped outward and rippled over her entire body. His grin broadened, success. He pulled both hands back and allowed her drop face down against the bed. Swiftly he undid the crotch of his tight vinyl trousers then unleashed his hard cock. He announced with an almost poetic wording, "And now I shall christen you, Virgin Mary, with the gloriousness of my divine cock," he positioned himself between her tensed legs, "Your delicate pure flower shall be plucked and devoured and savored wickedly by me your demon, your master, your Marquis." His latex hands grabbed her hips and with a forward thrust he pierced her with his cock. She loudly groaned the moment his cock entered her tight slicked pussy which continued to throb from the power of his actions. Her face twisted between pain and pleasure. He held his cock inside her, his head tilted back as a satisfied grin crossed his lips. He sighed, there was nothing like the feel of a tight pussy surrounding his cock. He slowly drew back then thrust forward, hummed loudly in approval of the grip her pussy had over his cock and lovely vocal that came from her mouth. She gasped and gasped, her breaths strained by the strength of his thrust and pain and pleasure mingled throughout her throbbing pussy. She felt the distinct motion of his cock slowly slide back then she squealed the moment he drove it deep. Again and again she felt him slowly guide back then powerfully thrust, each thrust her body shook. One hand left her hip, he leaned forward with another thrust. He continued to thrust, her pussy relentlessly tight. He swiftly brought his hand forward, clasped his hand over her mouth and again pinched off her nose as her head was forced back. His free hand dropped to the bed for leverage as he continued to thrust deeply. His grin was firm as he listened to her muffled grunts, groans, squeals, and whines, an orchestra of vocals that were pleasure to his ears. Her struggled triggered, her body tugged and pulled against the binds as the suffocation was quick. He praised through heated pants, "That's what I love! Give me that fight and spirit." he loudly groaned, "Yes!" He continued to penetrate her, made his cock clearly known and felt by each deep thrust. His grin broadened, felt his cock begin to pulse in preparation to fill the inside of her virginal pussy with his christening cum. "Yes!" he praised, her body struggled beneath his, "Yes, my pet!" Her eyes were wide, aimed directly at the recording camera. Her chest hungered for hair nearly painfully as he continued to drive himself as deep as possible with each bed shaking thrust. The pain of her penetration had faded beneath the pain of her limbs and that air starvation in her chest. She felt him thrust one more time and hold himself deep. Inside her pussy she felt his cock throb, he had succeeded in christening her. Yet, his suffocating grip was not released. He savored the moment, indulged in the wondrous release of his cock held deep inside her. Her body's struggles grew weak for he knew his suffocating grip was bringing her closer and closer to passing out. He slid his hand back, her head dropped forward and he listened to her pant. His eyes looked to the camera's eye and he stated, "Trial one, the Divine Penetration of the Virgin Mary, complete." He chuckled followed by a satisfied sigh. Anne's eyes glared at the monitor where she had spied the entire trial the new pet was subjected. Her finger jabbed the button blackening the monitor. Her lips were twisted into a sneer then she grumbled, "He let her cum first?!" She spun around on her buckled vinyl heels then shouted, "Son of bitch!" then she marched towards the exit of the Marquis's monitoring room and screamed in complaint, "I'VE NEVER CUM FIRST!"