2 comments/ 18013 views/ 0 favorites Clarisse Ch. 01 By: Tallguy64 The carriage clattered down the cobbled street. Clarisse hung on grimly to the overhead straps. She had only just escaped. Papa had blustered away to the revolutionary guard as only papa could, giving her time to escape through the back door. Phillipe, their groom, had had the carriage ready, and their flight to Calais had begun. She was only eighteen, an aristocrat and alone in a changed world. The carriage slowed and stopped. Fearfully she lifted a corner of the curtain. They were at one of the gates leading out of the city. Phillipe was chatting with the soldier on guard. Still chuckling at whatever story her servant had told him, the guard walked towards the carriage door. Gasping she let the curtain drop. Abruptly the carriage door swung open. "Mon Dieu.....Ahhhh!" Before the soldier could finish his exclamation, Phillipe had driven his knife into the base of his skull. Quickly the groom bundled the body into the carriage , returned to the driver's seat and set the team to a gallop. For what seemed like hours, Clarisse bounced about the speeding carriage trying to avoid the revolutionary's body that gravity seemed to insist follow her about the enclosed space. Suddenly the carriage stopped. The door opened and Phillipe beckoned her to step out. "Oh Phillipe!" she cried flinging her arms around his neck, "How can I ever thank you!" Although French by birth her family, aristocratic merchants, had lived in London for the vast majority of her life. "We are in the Pas de Calais" Phillipe said " Tomorrow we will arrive at the coast and a boat can be found to take you to England!" Phillipe was a tall thin man with hooded eyes, he had ridiculously broad shoulders and a vicious scar that ran from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. In years gone by, something about him had made Clarisse's mouth go dry and her heart race. "I will pay you well Phillipe" Clarisse reached into her bosom to access the gold sovereigns hidden in the purse she had tied around her neck. Phillipe pushed her hand away "No! Mademoiselle! I do not want your gold!" "But...?" "I want you!" Phillipe suddenly gripped her shoulders. "Phillipe!" Clarisse tried desperately to break away 'And where will you go ma petite?' Phillipe smiled cruelly. "You are an aristocrat, you are surrounded by revolutionary soldiers who would like nothing better than to separate your lovely head from your body" During his speech he gently put both hands around her pretty neck "I will save you from Madame Guillotine but first....You will pay your dues!" "My, my...dues?" "You are a virgin? Yes?" Phillipe placed a hand on her silk covered breast "A virgin...But of course!" Clarisse was appalled .yet strangely exited. "Then that, Ma cherie, is my price for your freedom!" "I don't understand!" Clarisse spluttered "Oh but I think you do!" Phillipe grabbed her hand and led her away from the road to a thickly wooded copse. "We don't want to be disturbed now do we?" He said Suddenly Phillipe tripped over an exposed tree root and Clarisse managed to break away. She tried to run but quickly realised that the dark wood was probably more frightening than her erstwhile groom. She came to a stop, her back against an enormous oak tree, her breath coming in short bursts. Thud, Phillipe's right fist beat into the tree beside her right ear. "Enough!" He said. "I claim my prize!" He took his hand from the tree and smiling at her all the time, he ripped away her bodice, exposing her pert young breasts to the cool air. She gasped and immediately her small pink nipples stood to attention. "No!" She cried "Mais oui!" Said Phillipe as he dropped his head and kissed her exposed breasts. She knew that her honour was being impugned and that she should fight her attacker to the death ... But a warmth she had never known before was suffusing her belly and as Phillipe licked her erect nipples and slowly moved his hand towards her navel, a new Clarisse appeared, a wilful lustful Clarisse, A Clarisse that wanted to explore the hardness she could feel in Phillipe's trousers that was being ground against her. Suddenly Phillipe removed his hand and took a step back. Moonlight suddenly broke through the clouds and lit up his darkly handsome face. ! "Ah Cherie, I feel my attentions are not totally unwanted eh?" Clarisse was aware of her beating heart beneath her bared breasts " Monsieur.." She whispered "I just wish to escape France!" "Just?" Phillipe smiled " Well Good things come to those who..." He slowly undid the buttons on his trousers reached inside. " Come here ma petite!" He commanded. Sifling a sob Clarisse took a step towards him. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him. "Time to start paying for your ticket mademoiselle!" He gently stroked her cheek, then returned his hands to her shoulders and pressed down "On your knees and meet your new master!" Clarisse fell to her knees. Phillipe was slowly stroking his manhood barely ten centimeters from her face. She was fascinated despite herself.Previously the closest she had come to an erect penis was watching her Father's stallion servicing his mares.In the moonlight Phillipe's appeared to be a rock hard shaft of silver with a dark and slightly threatening bulbous end that glistened with a shiny liquid. " Reach out your pretty little hand and touch My Dear!" "Mais Non!" Clarisse involuntarily raised her hand to cover her mouth. Phillipe reached down and pulled her hand away and placed it on his erection "Mais qui! Now curl your hand around it as if you were holding a tennis raquet!" Clarisse did as she was told. It was hard yet soft and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. " Qui!" Phillipe breathing had become heavier. " Now move your hand up and down like this " He put his own hand over hers and slowly milked his shaft. " Faster, Ma Petite, Faster..Qui, qui!" Clarisse was fascinated both by the ever increasing hardness of the organ in her hand and the pleading quality that had entered her groom's voice. " Now put your mouth around it!" moaned Phillipe!" " No Monsieur! That I cannot Do!" She protested "If you wish to reach England you Can and you will!" He Grabbed the back of her head and pulled her foraward His throbbing penis pushed against her lips " Now!" He demanded. She closed her eyes and slowly opened her lips. She felt the spongy head pushing against her teeth "Wider!" he moaned complying she felt the shaft push in and touch the top of her mouth.He began rocking back and forth pushing deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Suddenly he groaned and Clarisse felt a greatt spurt of hot liquid crash agaist the back of her throat.She tried to pull back but Phillipe held her head against him as spurt after spurt followed, some flowing down her throat and some escaping her lips to drip down her chin. Clarisse should have been disgusted and yet..and yet she was not, she was incredibly excited. These were new feelings and despite the dark and the fear, she realised she wanted more! Phillipe pulled out of her mouth and she looked up at him put out her delicate pink tongue and slowly licked her lips. " Very good my dear. Very good indeed! I think you are ready for the next payment." To be continued Clarisse Ch. 02 As Phillipe bent down to kiss her still wet lips he suddenly became a unicorn, or at least that's how it looked to Clarisse. A horn seemed to grow out of his forehead. She screamed as she realised it was in fact the tip of a sword that had been plunged into the back of his head. As she watched, horrified, his eyes grew dim and he collapsed across her kneeling body. She screamed as hot blood coursed over her bared breasts. Unknown hands pulled the body away and threw it to one side. Phillipe's assailant withdrew his sword with a sickening sucking sound. He ran the sword through his glove to clean it of blood then replaced it in its scabbard. He walked over to Clarisse "Please Monsieur" She wept, terrified, "Please don't kill me!" " He leant down, grabbed her shoulder and hauled her to her feet. " Sorry to break up your party" He said " But these are my woods! Anything and anyone that strays into them either dies or belongs to me! Now your friend there died.." As quick as a flash she felt the point of a stiletto knife prick her throat. "..You gets a choice!" "You" She gasped "I belong to you!" " Ah How sweet! It must be my uncommon good looks! Right get walking! That way!" He pushed her in the direction of the heart of the forest and away from the road. They walked for what seemed like hours. Clarisse had somehow managed to tie up the ripped ends of her bodice to cover most of her breasts but by now modesty was the least of her worries. She had lost her pretty little court shoes some kilometres back and she good feel blood oozing from her blistered feet. "Stop!" she raised her eyes from the ground to find herself in a little clearing. The dawn's early rays lit up a small timber hut at the far edge. "That's my place! A few basic rules before we get there. What I says goes. What Beth says goes. That's it. On you go! " Monsieur.. Your accent.. It is strange!" " Oh yeah. One more thing. From now on you speak English!" "Mais..." "English! Frog hurts my ears! On!" They covered the last hundred yards to the hut. As they approached, its crude front door opened and an attractive woman came out tucking an errant strand of blond hair behind a pretty ear. "What you got there Tom?" "Aristo being damn near raped back by the Calais road!" "Bastards! What's your name love?" She smiled kindly "Clarisse!" Well you comes with me! Looks like you could do with a hot drink!" In the small, but warm and comfortable, hut Clarisse learnt the odd couple's story. Tom had been a sailor in the British Royal navy. After a contretemps with a bullying boson (Which the boson lost along with his life) Tom had had to run away. He'd got word to his wife Beth and she had, by a circuitous route, joined him here in these woods where they had lived for the last six months. Strangely, the revolution had made things safer for them. The republic didn't take kindly to armed British marines searching the French countryside for runaways. Beth was so sympathetic to Clarisse's tale of flight and assault by her groom that she found herself telling her about her strange feelings of desire during her forced pleasuring of Phillipe. "Bless you child!" laughed Beth "Them's just a normal eighteen year old's desires!" "But aren't they sinful?" "That I can't tell you! Ain't no religious myself! Tell you this though; There ain't no better feeling than a man's hard cock pounding your pussy!" "Beth!" Clarisse was shocked. "Oh Lor but you've got a lot to learn my girl!" Beth suddenly let out a peal of laughter "And I may as well be the one to learn you!" Beth then outlined a plan that both scandalised and excited Clarisse That night when Tom returned with a brace of rabbits he found Beth seated on the straw bed that took up most of the space in the hut. The little French lady was seated on the stool by the fire. Beth was smiling at him in a strange way. "What?" He asked putting the rabbits on the hearth " We going to do a spot of teaching Tom my man!" "Teaching?" He asked warily "Aye! We're going to show this young lady how we fuck!" "Whaa..!" " Close your mouth you great gawp! She's eighteen and knows nowt of the world! She can't survive this bloody revolution without knowing what men want from women! We're going to change that!" "But..." "And if you're real lucky ..and only if she wants to mind, she might give that old prick of yours a tug! Don't look at me like that! iI's all agreed" Tom looked at Clarisse and she gave a slight but definite nod "So take your top off!" Don't look at her she's just goin' to watch unless she says different. Tom shrugged and undid his shirt and pulled it off. Beth stood up and twirled her fingers in his chest hair. "Now Clarisse you see how muscled his shoulders and chest are? And they way the hair on his chest forms an arrow that points into his trousers?" She dropped her hands to his belt. Tom stopped her hand "If I'm going to be some sort of performing monkey..I ain't going to do it alone. Take off your dress!" "Aye aye sir!" Beth turned and smiled at Clarisse. She reached down and in one motion pulled her simple dress over her head and tossed it on the bed. Clarisse was shocked to see that she was completely naked. "Don't have much call for underwear in the woods!" Beth smiled She had a beautiful body, slim shoulders, large pert breasts, enormous brown nipples, a tiny waist and wispy blonde pubic hair at the junction of her thighs. Beth turned back to Tom "Better Sir?" Tom nodded mutely "Well now, where were we? Oh yes!" She dropped to her knees and tugged at his belt. The buckle came undone and she slowly pulled his rough leather trousers around his flanks and let them rest on the floor. Tom stepped out of them. "Are you sure about this?" He was looking at Clarisse "Do you want us to stop love?" The kneeling naked woman asked without looking at her. "No!" whispered Clarisse who was only too aware of the warmth flooding her lower belly "Please no!" Beth reached into Tom's long underwear and pulled out his cock. Perhaps it was because of a stranger watching but it was already rock hard. "Now this is where a man keeps his brains my dear!" Beth was slowly stroking his shaft. "Capture this and you have the man! Come closer look!" Clarisse left her stool and took a step towards her "Come on come on! Here!" Beth patted the floor beside her, Clarisse joined her on her knees. "See how I am stroking the shaft? Gently for now we don't want him to go off too soon now do we?" Tom who had his eyes shut just groaned "See how hard it has got? And how it is weeping at the end?" Beth lasciviously placed the tip of her tongue to the end of the turgid cock "My groom made me put his in my mouth?" Said Clarisse fascinated "Like this?" Beth opened her pink lips and engulfed half of Tom's cock and then slowly withdrew from it. Tom uttered an ecstatic cry "It is nice to do even if not forced my dear!" Beth licked her lips. "It copies the sensations of a cock sliding into a cunt. Again Clarisse was shocked to hear the words but she could not take her eyes from the erect penis so close to her eyes. "Would you like to touch it?" Beth offered Tom's eyes flew open "Please!" Clarisse reached out and touched her second cock. It was quite a bit bigger than Phillip's and it was warm and hard. "Stroke it with me my dear!" Beth put her hand over hers and together they stroked the length of his shaft "I...I Can't..." Tom grunted and semen flew out of his penis hitting Beth's face and breasts. "My but you're exited Tom!" Beth smiled I think you'd better take off those nice clothes my dear! This could get messy!" Clarisse Ch. 03 Clarisse had never before shown her naked body to a man. But slowly, almost unconsciously, she undid the rude knot that held the top of her bodice together. The feel of Tom's hard cock and watching it eject great streams of white all over Beth's face and chest had left her breathless. The warmth at the base of her stomach had, by now become a flood. She did not know exactly what she wanted but she knew she wanted more. Beth smiled at her as she used a rag to wipe her face and breasts " Oh I think you're going to be a natural girl!" Tom stared at Clarisse as she bared her pert young breasts and then, almost as if in a trance, she removed her skirt and petticoats to stand naked before them. Tom dragged his eyes from the large erect nipples and let them sluide past the trim, concave, stomach to finally rest on the wispy blonde hair that barely covered her pink untouched womanhood. Embarrassed by his stare, Clarisse placed a protective hand over her groin . Beth laughed and grabbed her husband's shoulder. "Leave off you randy old goat. Can't you see she's embarrassed?" She pulled him towards her. "Have you forgotten we're supposed to be teaching her? Reday for your next lesson dearie?" Clarisse licked her lips nervously but nodded. "You already know how a woman can please a man with her mouth, my dear, now it's our turn and believe me my Tom is the man for that game! " Clarisse looked confused. Beth's smile got wider "Tom show the lass your secret weapon!" A grin cracked the sailor's rugged wind burnt face. He slowly pushed the tip of his tongue between his lips and...kept pushing it out. It was enormous. Clarisse had never seen a tongue so long or so thick. Truth be told she found it fairly repulsive and she took a step back. Beth laughed raucously "Bless you girl you look as if you'd seen a rat! Show her Tom!" Tom lowered his head to his wife's knee and gently licked it with that huge tongue. "A girl who's man has a good sized cock is blessed!" said Beth watching as he slowly licked his way up her thigh "But if he's a mighty tongue as well..Ah now there is the lucky woman" Tom had reached the juncture of her thighs . He sat up, put a hand on each of Beth's knees and slowly pushed them apart. "Now watch this closely girl!" breathed Beth with barely suppressed anticipation "This is as good as it gets!" Clarisse, fascinated sat on the bed. "Closer! You must know how to tell a man what to do! See how my cunt is waiting for his touch!" Clarisse stared at the other woman's most private of parts. They did indeed seem puffy and red. "Look how wet I am!" Beth dipped a finger between her lips and raised it glistening . Tom lowered his head to within an inch of her and once again extended his tongue. Very gently and slowly he dipped his head until the tip touched the moist flesh "Ahhhh!" moaned Beth and then Tom slowly began to lick. Clarisse had never seen anything like it. The long tongue was seeking out and caressing every fold and every hollow. Beth was groaning freely now. Her hand cupping the back of his head, desperately trying to force his tongue deeper and deeper inside herself. Clarisse 's hand dropped to her own slit. She had secretly touched herself before late at night but this was different, now She was soaking wet down there . unconsciously She began imitating the movements of Tom's tongue on his wife with her middle finger on her own slit. Beth's moans and grunts were getting louder and louder when suddenly she screamed and gripped Tom's head with her thighs A series of shudders ran through her body. But almost immediately she grabbed her husband by the ears and dragged his head up to hers "Now! You bastard! Fuck me now!" She reached down and grabbed his, now fully engorged prick and tried to force it straight into dripping opening. "Whoa there!" Tom reared up on his elbows and moved his hips away. "We ain't forgettin' the lessons are we?" He winked at Clarisse "Per'aps the young lady 'ud like to put it in?" Without thought Clarisse, removed the two fingers completely buried in her own, soaking, cunt and wrapped them with their three friends around his rock hard erection. "Here girl! Put it in now!" Beth begged. She had her legs apart and had pulled her lips apart with both hands revealing the glistening depths within. Tom lowered his hips and Clarisse placed the bulbous purple head at the entrance. She felt the shaft pass through her fingers as Tom entered her. She removed her hand just in time to see Tom's great ball sack slap against Beth's buttocks and then he began to thrust. In and out the slick organ slid, Beth's lips seeming to grip it and help it on it's way. Clarisse's face was merely a hand's breath from the plunging cock. A pungent, exiting smell was assaulting her nostrils. For some reason she could not have explained, even to herself She reached forward and gently cupped his balls. The very instant Tom felt her touch he let out a great groan pulled out of Beth and exploded. Jets of hot white sticky cum landed on Beth's thighs and Clarisse's hand and arm. At exactly that moment the door to the hut crashed in and suddenly the room was full of men in blue uniforms. Beth screamed as a huge man with a full beard of grabbed Tom's naked shoulder and dragged him off the bed. Two more forced Beth to her feet and pushed her against a wall. Clarisse desperately pulled the soiled bed cover around herself "Well, well, well" The monster that held Tom spoke "What 'ave you got 'ere Earnshaw?" He thrust his naked captive into the arms of two of his men, strode over to Beth and roughly grabbed her chin in his huge paw. "Beth Earnshaw! You wants to be more careful to cover your tracks girl. Molly weren't pleased with you my girl! Running off like that and leaving 'er a girl short! Right pissed off she were! Came straight down the docks and told us she did!" Beth spat a huge gob of spittle that landed square on the man's ugly bent nose. The man roared and threw a right handed punch that caught her beneath her chin smashing her head against the wall. There was a sickening crack, her eyes closed and she slid to the floor. "Beth!" Cried Tom breaking free of his captors and rushing towards his wife. A musket's stock crashed against his shoulders driving him to his knees. "Behave Earnshaw!" The huge bear snarled "Don't want to 'ave t' top you 'ere. We got a rope waiting for you aboard the Vixen! Disappoint the lads t' miss that p'ticular party!" His black eyes turned to the trembling girl "Now where did a nit-blighted sack of shit like Tom Earnshaw get old of a nice bit of skirt like you?" "SSSir!" She stuttered, still horrified by the violence he'd dished out to Beth " I am running from the terror I.." "Uuho Aristo are you?" He reached down and tore the blanket away from her breasts "Look like a common whore to me! Take her! The lads can enjoy her before we cast off!" He stormed out of the hut and two uniforms grabbed hold of her arms dragging her out behind the luckless Tom "No, No, No!" She whispered terrified. To be continued Clarisse Ch. 04 Clarisse had never been so cold. The rough blanket she had managed to cover herself with when the English mariners had burst into the cottage was threadbare and provided little protection from the biting wind. She had tied two corners into a knot at her throat and wrapped the remainder tightly around herself to form a makeshift toga but her bare arms and lower legs were now blue with cold . They seemed to have been marching for hours since their brutal capture.. For the first few kilometres the sailors had beaten Tom mercilessly every time he stumbled. Now, his face and naked torso covered in fresh and dried blood, he seemed more dead than alive. Clarisse had no idea how he kept on his feet. She was hardly faring any better The soles of her un shod feet ached from the pounding of the rocky ground and her calves and thighs were crisscrossed with cuts from the sharp grass and thorny undergrowth they seemed to crash through . Her captors had obviously sacrificed stealth for speed If she so much as paused for breath the sailor behind her would prod her, non too gently, with his musket. Suddenly they broke out the forest In front of them, in the distance, they could see the roof tops of the bustling port of Calais and beyond, stretching to the horizon, the dark waters of the North sea. "Hey!" A group of three ragged revolutionary soldiers, taken by surprise by their sudden appearance, approached suspiciously. Although not officially at war at present, relations between England and France were never friendly. "'Ello mon amies" The huge brute who was the sailors' leader, Collie by name, greeted the Frenchman with a wide gap toothed smile! "No worries ere mates we're just passing through... Nous go to ship...Grande boat yeah?!" He pointed in the general direction of the port. The three revolutionaries discussed his reply in rapid French, Clarisse of course understood every word; "Fat English pig!" " There's more of the cunts than us!" 'Bastards wander about as if its their fucking country!' 'Girl's pretty!' The smallest of the three whose face was badly scarred with small pox walked up to Clarisse and grabbed a breast through the thin blanket "Prendre votre main dégoûtante de moi vous le paysan" She snarled without thinking as she batted his filthy hand away "Aristocrate!" snarled the soldier raising his bayonet. His eyes suddenly widened as Collie thrust a huge knife to its hilt into his back "'Fraid we've got our own plans for her my little cheese eater! Get em boys!" The two remaining Frenchmen didn't even have time to turn before they were grabbed, two sailors to each man. Collie removed his knife and slowly wiped the blood off on his trousers . He approached the terrified men "Don't like frogs!" He said and, quick as a flash, drew his knife across the throat of the first captive. The doomed man looked down in horror at the bright spurt of scarlet flooding down his chest! He looked up again at the grinning Collie and, as his eyes clouded over, his captors dropped him to he floor "And then there was one" The giant matelot approached to remaining prisoner who was weeping and gibbering, presumably, begging to be spared. " There there! Now don't take on so!" He put a huge hand around the back of the man's neck, lowered his own head and gently pulled until they were touching, forehead to forehead "Every man has to die son!" He said quietly "Some die easy and some...." With a sudden thrust he drove his knife into the man's lower abdomen "Die hard!" with enormous strength he jerked the knife upwards slicing through the man's stomach and ribs. The Revolutionary screamed into Collie's face but still he didn't release his grip on his neck. He just stared into the dying man's eyes The Frenchman coughed once, spraying blood onto the giant's nose and cheeks and his eyes glazed over. Collie released his hold and the corpse slowly slid to the ground. Straightening up the sailor's leader took out a huge and filthy handkerchief and wiped the dead man's blood from his face. Clarisse just stood transfixed by the horrors that had just befallen her countrymen. On opposing sides of the current class war they might have been but nobody deserved to die like that. "Shall we bury em Mr Collie?" asked one of the matelots " Na leave em for the dogs! Right boys I don't know about you but I've got a thirst on me for some Froggy vino...And then..." He grabbed Clarisse's chin " I reckon it'll be time for a game of 'Stir your ship mate's porridge'!" A ragged cheer went up and the party of sailors and they're two captives set off towards the distant port. The room was dark and smelt dreadful. Tom was bound hand and foot. He was lying, either asleep or unconscious, on the floor under the shuttered window. Clarisse had been tied to the bed. A poor thing that appeared to be made of odd sized bits of timber with a straw mattress flung on top. She could feel the bed bugs and lice crawling and feeding all over her body. On entering Calais, the sailors had brought them to La Coque D'Or a seedy tavern on the water front. The owner had not questioned the two battered and ill dressed (naked in Tom's case) captives. He had simply taken the money Collie had given him and led them up the stairs to this pestilent room. Having tied the two of them up, the sailors had returned to the bar where, by the raucous laughter and sounds of breaking glass drifting up between the floorboards, many a bottle of wine had since been downed. A heavy footstep sounded on the stair outside the door. The handle turned and the door opened. Dim dirty yellow candlelight outlined the open doorway only to be blocked, a moment later, by the enormous silhouette of the English sailors' violent leader. He stepped into the room, belched hugely and kicked the door shut. Smiling he stepped towards the bed, stripping off his vast shirt as he came, revealing even in the dim light of the room's single guttering candle stub, a massive upper torso, covered in thick, black, curly hair. " There's nothing I like more..." He said undoing the top button of britches that strained to hold in his mighty belly "After killin' a few frogs..." He tottered as he stepped out of one leg "Fillin' my belly with good roast meat...." He kicked the blood soiled britches away and put his hands to the waist of his stained yellow long johns " Downin' a few jars of the red stuff.." In one motion he lowered his underwear to his knees " Than dipping my wick! Now don't worry m'dear ..." He drunkenly removed the long johns and threw them towards the corner where they alighted on the luckless Tom's unconscious head " I've promised the lads their go at you but....." He walked towards her "After a few goes with this you'll be to numb too feel anything else!" Looking at the enormous prick hovering inches from her face, Clarisse could not but believe this to be true! To be continued