The Fall of House d'Aubigné

Louis dreamt terrible dreams that night. He was tormented by visions of the laughing LeClerc sisters as he lay paralysed in his bed. He whimpered and groaned, and in his half-sleep he heard horrible, cackling laughter.

The cackling grew louder and more awful, and Louis tried to cry out, but he could only moan. In his dream he looked up at the night sky in terror, and he pulled and thrashed against cold shackles. The howling laughter of the LeClerc sisters joined with the evil cackling in a horrible chorus, and he felt a weight on his manhood, and the searing pain of his testicles being crushed.

Louis opened his eyes, and still paralysed, he looked up to see the awful woman standing over him! Her long, flowing, raven-black hair hung over her face as she looked back down at him, and through it he could see her beautiful, evil smile.

Louis sprang up in the bed, gasping for air. He looked around the empty room, and he curled his knees into his chest. Daylight peaked between the curtains.

What a horrible dream. What a horrible, evil dream!

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Louis sat quietly in the parlour with the LeClercs and politely nodded along with their conversation. He had been mortified to show his face to them this morning, after his two humiliations yesterday.

The first humiliation at the dinner table had enraged him; the second humiliation at the bottom of the stairs had terrified him.

When he had come down the stairs this afternoon and joined the family in the parlour, Anne and her mother had looked at him with genuine and grave concern, and were incessant with questions about his wellbeing. Anne's father was less prying, and made a quiet joke to him about the bewildering qualities of brandy. He had winked at Louis, which had enraged him. What fucking insolence!

The other LeClerc sisters, however, did not look on him with any sympathy or concern. Louis could not even meet their eyes as he timidly exchanged pleasantries, but he could sense their smug and satisfied smiles, and he heard their whispers and giggles.

Louis thought that nothing would ever lift his spirits ever again. That was until the lady of house announced that they would be receiving a surprise visit from a second guest this evening. Louis had wanted to feel outraged, but the visitor's name brought excitement and intrigue!

The Marquise DeCourcy was of a family even older and more noble than Louis', and the rumours of her wealth were astounding. But that was not what excited Louis.

Few figures in Paris had been the focus of so much intrigue, so much scandal, so much condemnation and celebration as the Marquise! Across the royal courts and parlours of Europe, one could hear her spoken about and speculated on in hushed whispers, and it was impossible to tell which stories were true and which were fiction.

Outrageous tales of affairs, debauchery, and seduction were the favourite fodder of the gossipers of Versailles, but none came close to the stories about the Marquise DeCourcy. She was far from a social pariah, however. In fact, the nobility of France clamoured over her, and to say you had dined and drank with the Marquise was as sure a status symbol as any coat of arms.

Louis had never met the Marquise before, but he had heard the sordid tales. Little was known about her from before her entrance into society at Versailles all those years ago, but it was not long before she had gained her reputation as the most beautiful and enchanting young lady in the Kingdom of France. Within weeks, she was married to the Marquis Guillaume de Courcy, one of the wealthiest and most powerful noblemen in France. From what Louis had heard, the Marquis had already been engaged to marry another young lady, but the engagement was suddenly called off the morning after he had met the now Marquise.

The stories of her subsequent life were more scandalous still. At the card games of Paris and Florence, Louis heard stories of her making a cuckold of the Marquis; one gambling companion had whispered to Louis that the Marquis had been an eager and grateful participant in his own humiliation!

A young lady in a brothel in Marseille had giggled as she told Louis that one of the men who had helped make the Marquis a cuckold was the king himself, Louis XV! The whore told him stories of whips and stockades and of the Marquise disciplining the king, which Louis could not believe, but also, not help but find exciting...

Louis heard that the Marquis had later disappeared suddenly from their mansion one night, never to be seen again. The Marquise was now the head of their enormous fortune, and court was rife with speculation about her influence over the king, who at times seemed to bend France to her will. Anyone who challenged her, however, soon relented and joined her chorus of supporters.

In Bordeaux, a distant cousin of Louis had told him that the Marquise had once been threatened with excommunication from the Church! When the Cardinal had visited her to deliver the punishment, however, he instead granted her the highest honours of the Hole See! The Cardinal himself went on to lose his mind not long afterwards; Louis would never have believed this tale, but he had remembered hearing from his father the story of the mad Cardinal, who was found naked in the streets, raving about a wicked woman, and masturbating.

The Marquise inspired awe, outrage, and fear in the nobility of Europe. One day, suddenly and without explanation, she had abandoned the king and moved all the way to New France with her vast fortune. She quickly established herself at the head of a great plantation, and had remained in Louisiana for all of the years since. The nobility of Old France still loved to speculate and gossip about the Marquise, and to say that one had met her imparted more social clout than having been blessed by the Pope!

Excitement coursed through Louis. He was finally getting the chance to meet the Marquise de Courcy. Once he owned this plantation and his fortune and family name were restored, he would boast in the parlours of Paris and at court in Versailles that he had dined with the Marquise! Many years had passed since she had left (or fled) France, and fewer and fewer could truthfully say that they had.

It bothered Louis that the lowly LeClercs would share in this honour, but this was much outweighed by his joy.

Even still, despite his joy and excitement, Louis could not quell the growing fear within him. It had been were worsening with every minute he spent in this house, and it now nauseated him.

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Louis and the LeClercs sat excitedly around the dining table, restless with anticipation for the Marquise's arrival. He had intended to drink little this evening, but the pitting and nausea in his stomach had only worsened as the day went on, and he needed the wine to steady himself. Louis told himself it was just nervous excitement at meeting the Marquise that bothered him, and tried to ignore his growing sense of fear.

Suddenly, the Marquise's arrival was announced, and they all stood hurriedly to their feet.

The Marquise de Courcy gracefully entered the dining room, and as they all stood to greet her, Louis was utterly stunned by her beauty.

Her pale and flawless face was almost luminous in the dim light of the grand dining room, and her beauty made the opulent surroundings seem plain. Louis felt his mouth open agape, and his efforts not to stare were completely useless.

In the back of his mind, confusion nagged at him. With all the stories Louis had heard of the Marquise's exploits over the years, Louis had expected a much older woman. The enchanting lady who had entered the dining room looked decades younger than she by rights should have! On her head, the Marquise wore a tall, powdered wig, in a style which had not been worn at court for a long time. Her gown was certainly of an older fashion also too, but on her it looked sublime.

Could this truly be the Marquise? How could she look so young, and still so beautiful? Any doubt Louis may have had about the visitor melted away as he gazed upon her; Louis felt certain this woman could command a king!

As Louis stared at her, he felt a warm feeling of calm and safety come over him. The knot of fear in his gut began to untie, and his agitation turned to ease. Louis tried not to gawk at her, but he found it too difficult to look away.

It was not just the Marquise's surprising youth and beauty that shocked Louis. He looked down and his heart raced when he saw the neckline of her gown; it plunged scandalously low, even lower than Joséphine's! His eyes lingered on her glorious breasts, and resting on her exquisite cleavage Louis saw a queer pendant hanging from a necklace of pearls.

Louis felt drool try to escape his lips, and he realised that he had been staring at the Marquise's breasts for God knows how long. He snapped his head away, and looked around to see Catherine smirking at him. He felt his ears grow warm and his cheeks flush, and he looked around further, expecting to see Joséphine smirking at him too.

She was not looking at him, however. Instead, he almost gasped as he watched Joséphine gazing upon the Marquise as intensely as he had been. A subtle but hungry smile curled her lips, and Louis saw the unmistakable glint of lust in her eyes.

The Marquise sat down at the head of the table. An excited hush fell over the room, and Louis' breath held as the Marquise wordlessly looked from face to face, deep into the eyes of each person.

When the Marquise's gaze reached Louis, she gave him a slight smile, and he felt his manhood stir. Flustered, he smiled pathetically back.

Something in her smile, however, stoked the embers of the terror deep within him, and his hands trembled.

"Thank you for receiving me, my most gracious hosts! I must apologise for my lateness, and indeed for disturbing you at so late an hour," purred the Marquise. Her accent was delightful and refined, and her smooth, rich voice intensified the warm feeling of calm in Louis, as well as the stirring in his manhood.

"Not at all, Marquise!" exclaimed the old man, who himself appeared flushed and flustered, "It is an honour to have you in our humble home! We are most delighted at your visit!"

The Marquise looked at the old man and smiled, and Louis was certain he saw the old man hunch slightly and let out a gasp, before steadying himself.

"Now, now, monsieur, one could hardly call this home humble! This fine house is one of the oldest in New France, is it not? Certainly, it is one of the grandest," she said. The Marquise's words dripped like honey, and Louis thought he would love to spend a lifetime listening to her voice.

"It has been years since I have seen this house," the Marquise continued, almost to herself, as she gazed around the room, "If I'm not mistaken, it belonged to another family before you?"

A fresh flush of embarrassment came over the old man's face.

"Oh, yes... eh... quite right..." he stuttered.

The lady of the house, who was evidently less enamoured with the Marquise, spoke up.

"We have lived in this house for many years now," the lady LeClerc said coolly, "It is the only home our daughters have ever known, and my husband has been responsible for the growth of this plantation from a ruin to one of the most renowned and profitable on the continent."

The Marquise looked at the lady of the house with a tight smile, and for a second Louis thought he could see contempt in her eyes, but her face quickly softened, and she nodded politely.

"Of course," she said sweetly, before turning her gaze to the LeClerc sisters. "And what beautiful daughters you have! They must have many, many suitors."

With this, she looked into Joséphine's eyes and smiled. Louis saw Joséphine's cheeks and chest blush ever so slightly, and her breathing quicken. Joséphine returned the Marquise's smile, and the two women held each other's gaze.

Louis' eyes lowered, and he watched Joséphine's chest rise and fall with each breath. He shuffled awkwardly in his chair as he examined the gentle blushing of her bosom; normally, he would never be so obviously uncouth, but as he sat at the dining table, he felt his mind and good sense become more and more clouded with lust.

Before the lady of the house had a chance to reply, the Marquise spoke again.

"I have brought gifts for you, my gracious hosts!" she announced, "Wine and brandy, just arrived from my old family estate in France. Please, allow me to toast you all!"

The Marquise did not wait for a response, and with a lazy wave of her hand, one of her manservants stepped forward carrying a large wooden case. The manservant too was dressed in the fashion of decades ago, but unlike the Marquise, he did not look younger than his years. He looked old and frail, and his back was stooped, but he moved quickly and deftly as he opened a bottle and filled each of their glasses with the deep, red liquid. He then bowed, and returned to stand in the shadows.

It was obvious that the lady of the house had no desire to drink the wine, but politeness obliged her. The Marquise led in raising a glass to her hosts, and then called on them to drink.

The aroma of the drink took Louis aback as he lifted his glass to his lips. It was certainly rich and sweet, but the bouquet was like no wine that he had ever encountered, and contained notes that even he, a self-professed expert, could not identify. Louis sipped from his glass, and he felt his muscles and heart relax. With another sip, he could not help but slump back in his chair and let out a sigh. It was delicious, and he felt wonderful.

"Please, drink up everyone! I have brought you several cases, so do not worry about savouring!" the Marquise laughed.

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Louis lay on the floor of the parlour, staring up at the ceiling, and giggled. He had only enjoyed a few glasses of the Marquise's wine, but he felt a peculiar drunkenness he had never experienced before.

The dinner itself had been a blur, but he had enjoyed it immensely. He and the LeClercs had fawned over the Marquise, and even the lady LeClerc had softened, after a glass or two of the wine.

Louis had unashamedly stared at the Marquise throughout the entire meal, and had barely touched his food. He found himself caring not for the whispers and giggles of the sisters; the Marquise had smiled at him in a way that let him know that it was fine for him to stare, good even. Louis barely heard their taunts of "little Louis", or their barbs about his quickness, or their jibes about the canals of Venice. Being with the Marquise felt wonderful, and nothing else mattered.

Louis had paid little attention to Joséphine this evening, and even less to Anne. For their part, they had paid little attention to him either. They both hung on to the Marquise's every word, Joséphine a little more devoutly.

On the recommendation of the Marquise, they had retired to the parlour, and the old man and his lady wife had retired to bed. Louis lay on the floor, another glass of wine in his hand, as the Marquise and the LeClerc sisters all sat around on fine couches.

Louis loosened his collar in the oppressive heat, and sat up and took another swig of his wine. He took a moment to look around at each of the radiant women who surrounded him. Louis could not stand the LeClerc sisters, but he could not help but admire their attractiveness.

The sisters were each sprawled across the settees, relaxed and sipping their wine, and they lazily fanned at their necks. They had loosened their dresses at the front, and allowed locks of their hair to escape below their wigs. Louis gawked at the beads of sweat on their chests, and he loosened his collar further.

As the night went on, each of the LeClerc sisters had kicked off their shoes, and Louis gazed hungrily at their delicate, stockinged feet as they dangled from the couches, or rested on each other's laps. He could see the faint damp marks of sweat on the soles of their stockings, and he imagined how they would smell up close...

Louis looked up at the Marquise, who sat by herself on a single sofa. She was still perfectly presented, completely undisturbed by the sweltering heat. She had not removed her shoes, but Louis watched in a daze as she allowed her mule to dangle limply from her long, high-arched, stockinged foot. Each time the Marquise lazily flexed and relaxed her toes, and the mule gently tapped against her sole, Louis felt his manhood engorge. With each sway of the shoe, he felt hypnotised.

The Marquise looked down at Louis on the floor and smiled at him, and he bashfully hunched forward, so to hide his growing erection. Her smile widened, and his cock twitched. Louis felt so good, so right, being on the floor at her feet. Her rightful place was above him, and Louis basked in the glow of her smile.

Deep, deep down inside him, the terror gnawed at him.

"I am most pleased that you are enjoying the wine, my boy!" the Marquise beamed.

Normally, Louis would have been most affronted being referred to this way, but coming from the Marquise's lips the words made him feel so safe and happy. He smiled up at her stupidly.

"The lovely ladies were just telling me that you have been to Venice!" the Marquise said excitedly, "Tell me, my boy, how was it? Oh, it was been so long, I do miss it terribly!"

Louis felt a pang of paranoia. What had the LeClercs heard? And what have they told her?

His anxiety soon melted away, however, as he looked into the Marquise's eyes, and he answered her truthfully.

"It was wonderful, Marquise! It was breathtaking... I have never felt... never experienced anything thing like it!" Louis said breathlessly, ignoring the snickers and giggles from the other sofas.

"Oh, yes, my boy! I always found that one could experience pleasures in Venice that one would not even dare to dream of elsewhere!" the Marquise purred, "Especially during the Carnivale! Oh, you meet so many talented performers! Did you enjoy Carnivale, dear boy?"

As she spoke, the Marquise quickened the dangling of her mule from her long, delicate foot, and Louis stared mouth agape, almost drooling.

His mind flooded with the memories of that night in Venice. He had drunkenly stumbled along the narrow streets and the canals, swigging from his flask, his inhibitions in tatters. He climbed into a gondola and threw coin to the driver, demanding he be brought to a brothel, and a fucking proper one. Louis remembered the driver's smirk as they set off.

The next thing Louis remembered was being led by the hand of a masked woman through a dark, ornate hallway. The woman in the mask guided him into a room furnished entirely in red velvet, dimly lit by candlelight.

The woman removed her gown and let it fall the He could ground. When Louis had reached out to touch her, she struck him across his face, and commanded him to get down on his knees and grovel. He remembered feeling shocked and appalled, but even more so feeling lust burn in him stronger than it ever had before, and he dropped to his knees.

The woman spat in his face and told him to remove his clothes, and he did so gladly. He grovelled at her feet and kissed them desperately, while she taunted his pathetic, tiny cock.

As Louis stared at the Marquise's mule barely hold on to her long, perfect, stockinged soles, he remembered the masked woman walking over to her cabinet, while he crawled behind her like a faithful dog. From the cabinet she took a leather harness, onto which was attached a long, thick, wooden phallus.

The woman in the mask stepped into the harness, and then commanded Louis to pull it up around her waist. Louis eagerly and obediently tightened the straps, and when he was done, the masked woman gripped the back of Louis head by the hair.

The masked woman pressed the wooden phallus against Louis' lips, and instructed him to open his little whore mouth. Louis had hesitated, but before he could object, the woman forced the phallus into his mouth. She called him a good little boy, and cooed with encouragement as he bobbed his head back and forth, taking the wooden member deeper and deeper into his throat.

The Marquise's mule dropped from her foot, and a groan escaped Louis lips as his manhood twitched. He remembered his eyes watering as the masked woman thrust the phallus into his eager throat, and he had fought to suppress his gagging.

Louis' heart raced as he remembered the masked woman pulling the phallus away from his mouth, and commanding him to crawl to the bed. He remembered the feeling of linen on his cheek, and of the woman's hands on his buttocks as she spread him open. He remembered the feeling of the wooden phallus pressed against his anus, and...

Louis was snapped out of his daze by loud snickering from the other couches. He forced his gaze away from the Marquise's beautiful, stockinged foot and looked over to see Joséphine, who made no effort to hide her laughter as she looked down at him. Louis could see that she was not looking at his face, however; she was staring at his crotch, and the blatant erection tenting in his breeches.

For a moment, fury cut through Louis' lust, and he wanted to stand and admonish Joséphine for her outrageous disrespect! Instead, a wave of light-headedness overwhelmed him, and he slumped back to the floor. He lay in a daze, and looked over to see Joséphine whispering to Catherine and pointing at his crotch, before the two erupted into hysterics.

"Now, now girls," the Marquise pretended to scold, "One cannot blame the little lord, in the presence of such beautiful ladies."

As she said this, Louis watched the Marquise gaze into Joséphine's eyes and take a sip of her wine, with a grin on her lips. Josephine's breathing grew heavier as she held the Marquise's gaze, and Louis watched her squeeze her thighs together and shuffle in her seat.

"You are all so lucky to live in such a beautiful and storied home, girls," the Marquise said softly, "I have not been here since it was owned by the d'Aubigné family, and I must say I have missed it."

Louis lay in a daze, looking up at the beautiful visitor. Her sultry voice had soothed any anger in him, and again he was at peace. Somewhere, deep within him, his confusion niggled at him again; the d'Aubignés had not lived in this house for many, many years.

The d'Aubigné family had been one of the first to establish a plantation in Louisiana, and through it they had amassed incredible wealth. Their patriarch, Jean d'Aubigné, was a ruthless man, and there seemed to be no limit to his fortune and power.

Then, one day, a visitor called to the mansion to find it entirely deserted. All of the family's possessions remained in the house, and rotting food from a great banquet still sat on the table, but no one ever saw a d'Aubignés again.

For many years, the great mansion lay unoccupied. Tales of ghosts and curses gripped the colony, and not even the bravest came near the old plantation, until it was purchased by Monsieur LeClerc for much less than its acreage should by rights have fetched.

"What a poor, misfortunate family," the Marquise sighed, although nothing about her facial expression implied sympathy.

"Wh-... what happened to them?" Anne asked meekly.

Louis looked around at Anne. She was laying with her head on Catherine's lap, while Catherine stroked her golden hair. Anne had draped one of her legs over the end of the settee, and Louis breathed heavily as Anne flexed and relaxed her delicate, dainty little foot.

"Oh, your parents never told you? Ah, I fear I have said too much! It is not a story for delicate ears!" the Marquise exclaimed. "Such gentle ladies could not possibly want to hear such a horrible story! Oh, no, such a tale of horror, of degradation and debauchery..."

"Please, tell us," Joséphine implored, "we can take it!"

The Marquise looked at Joséphine and grinned.

"Oh, I'm sure you can, my darling Joséphine," she purred, "But your younger sisters, oh, they might recoil in terror if they heard such awful things, such terrible, terrible things..."

Anne whimpered and curled into her sister's lap.

"Hush, Anne," scolded Joséphine, "Please, Marquise, tell us!"

"Fine, I will tell you! But I must swear you to secrecy, otherwise your mother will have my head!"

She laughed, took a sip from her glass, and relaxed into the couch.

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"Now of course, I was not there," the Marquise began, with a smile, "but the sorry tale I will tell you, I have on very good authority as being the truth!"

"Old d'Aubigné was a fool, but he was a clever and industrious fool. No one could question his acumen or his ruthlessness when it came to overseeing a plantation, and under his stewardship, his family's fortune had grown to rival many a monarch's. But d'Aubigné was arrogant, and obstinate, and his greed would prove to be his downfall, and the downfall of his family!

His schemes and machinations to build power and influence in the new colony would have made the Borgias blush, and he worked tirelessly to ensure that no one could offer him any opposition. Lands he could not buy, he stole or destroyed. Men he could not bribe, he slaughtered. Anyone who resisted him, or stood in the way of his quest for control, he was determined to destroy.

He had made many enemies, but it seemed d'Aubigné could not be beaten. His arrogance grew, as did his avarice.

And so, when D'Aubigné heard that his mansion had been visited by a rival, a woman no less, he smugly invited her to dine with his family, eager to no doubt hear her beg for the raids on her property to end.

But d'Aubigné had not chosen this particular enemy wisely.

The mysterious woman joined the d'Aubigné family at their dining table, and silly old Jean was struck by her beauty. He was an old man, but when he saw the beautiful stranger, he felt a stirring in his loins he had not felt since he was a young man in the brothels of Paris!"

Anne gasped, and Louis felt his face go red as the Marquise looked down at him, grinning.

"Old d'Aubigné was not the only one who noticed her beauty, however. As the evening went on, the old man was appalled as he watched his sons, daughters, and even his wife become enamoured with the woman! They admired her and hung onto her every word, as though in a trance!

Old d'Aubigné tried to embarrass and ridicule the woman, but she outwitted him easily at every turn, and his own family applauded her for it.

Old d'Aubigné despaired when he saw lust in his sons' eyes! Desperate, he tried to shame the woman, and castigate her as a whore! He cursed her revealing gown, and her sultry smiles, but his sons only berated him, and cheered for her!

Old d'Aubigné shook with anger when he saw lust not only in his sons' eyes, but in the eyes of his sweet, innocent daughters as well!

Old d'Aubigné watched in horror as his family drank thirstily of the gorgeous guest's wine, and yelled and cursed like sailors.

Old d'Aubigné wept as he saw his daughters pull at their dresses to expose more of their bosoms, wishing to emulate the beautiful woman. Even his good lady wife gazed longingly, and he stood and angrily admonished them all!

They ignored the old fool, and continued in their revelry.

The enchanting woman encouraged them to drink, and instructed each of the family to tell her their deepest and darkest desires!

Old d'Aubigné hammered the table with rage as he listened to both his sons voice with delight their fantasies of sodomising and being sodomised, of being punished and whipped, and of laying with their own mother!

Old d'Aubigné struck his sons, but the smiles did not leave their faces and their eyes remained fixed on the exquisite woman, as they each continued to boast of their wicked lusts.

Old d'Aubigné's heart broke as he listened to his eldest daughter excitedly exclaim her yearning to be tied to a post and ravaged by a platoon of soldiers!

Old d'Aubigné saw his sons looking hungrily at their sisters, each rubbing at his manhood through his breeches, and he could not help but vomit onto the table in front of him! He wailed and whined as he watched his daughters reply with hungry smiles of their own.

Old d'Aubigné's wife had opened her dress fully and let her beautiful, full breasts fall freely. As she listened to her sons' and daughters' confessions, she grasped at her breasts and pulled at her nipples, and soft moans escaped her lips.

Now, now, my gentle ladies! I warned you that this would be an outrageous and horrifying tale! So do not look so shocked! Go ahead, drink your wine, because it will only get more shocking and disturbing from here!"

The six LeClerc sisters stared at the storyteller, their mouths agape. They each breathed heavily and fanned themselves, and no one said a word as they gratefully accepted more wine from the Marquise's manservant.

Louis lay on the floor, completely enraptured by the Marquise's tale. His erection raged in his breeches, and he did nothing to hide it.

The listeners all gulped at the wine, each secretly desperate to hear more about the debauchery of the d'Aubigné family.

"The old man screamed at his family, commanding them to stop this disgusting display, but they ignored him.

The family grew more frenzied in their confessions, each desperate for the woman to hear their darkest desires, and with a glowing smile she encouraged them to tell her more, more, more...

The eldest son stood and exclaimed that he desperately wished to crawl on his knees at his mother's feet, and kiss them and worship them, while she chastised him and punished him for being a bad little boy!

Old d'Aubigné watched his son's member bulge as he spoke, and he pleaded with him to sit down, to please stop!

His son ignored him, and proudly announced to the room that many times he had snuck into his mother's chamber and had taken her shoes, to lick and sniff and pleasure himself with! He had spent his seed on so many of his mother's good shoes that he had lost count, and he had delighted in knowing that when she wore them, she wore his filth!

The second d'Aubigné son sprang to his feet, and confessed to sneaking into the ceiling above his sisters' rooms, and watching them change and bathe! He yelled with delight that he would clutch at his loins while he watched them, and would bite on his fist so that his sisters could not hear his climax!

Old d'Aubigné was now on his knees, pathetic tears pouring from his eyes, and he begged the woman to stop this torture! He promised her anything she desired: his fortune, his home, anything!

The beautiful woman looked him in the eyes and laughed, before turning to his daughters and encouraging their confessions.

Old d'Aubigné grovelled on his hands and knees and tried to pull his younger daughter back down onto her chair, as she stood to address her family.

She was panting heavily, and sweat glistened on her heaving bosom. She smiled serenely, as she spoke in her sweet angelic voice about her deep desire to use a man as a chamber pot! How she wished to empty her bladder and bowels into his open mouth, and to use his tongue as a sanitary rag. As she spoke, she pulled at her dress, and like her mother she grasped and squeezed at her breasts.

Old d'Aubigné howled and slammed his fists on the ground, and tore at his thinning grey hair. He clambered to his feet and grabbed at a knife from the table, and pathetically waved it at the woman. He roared at her to stop this bewitchment, or he would have her torn to pieces by his hounds!

He tried to step towards the woman, but suddenly his laughing sons were upon him, and they wrestled him back to his chair. He struggled and fought, but he was old and much weaker than they, and they twisted his arms until he cried out and dropped the knife.

The intoxicating woman turned to d'Aubigné's wife, and told her to confess. His wife groaned and writhed in her chair, pulling desperately at her nipples, and she locked eyes with the woman and smiled.

The good lady d'Aubigné laughed with delight and spoke about how long she had wished to take revenge on her cruel bastard of a husband! For years she had to suffer his temper, his pettiness, his jealousy. Her skin had crawled when he touched her, and she fantasized about his demise every day.

d'Aubigné's wife boasted about the many wonderful affairs she had enjoyed over the years. She delighted in recounting her wedding night, when she had dropped to her knees and taken d'Aubigné's brother in her mouth. She howled with laughter as she regaled the room with how she had made his brother spend, and immediately gone to her new husband and kissed his open mouth!

Old d'Aubigné whined and wretched and struggled against his strong sons, who laughed heartily at their mother's tale.

The old man's wife reached down and pulled up her dress, and grasped at her mound as she continued her confession.

She groaned as she spoke about the night when they had hosted officers from the army, and she had taken two of the men into her chambers. She writhed in her chair as she described in terrible detail taking one of the fine men in her mouth, while the other pressed his thick member into her backside, until they had both grunted violently and filled her with their seed.

The good lady d'Aubigné plunged her fingers into herself and yelled with joy. With her eyes rolled back in her head, she told her family about just one week prior, when she had wandered into an encampment of travelling peasants who were camped on the plantation grounds. She described how she had drunk wine and smoked with the dirty, peasant men, and then had taken each of the dozen men into her, and delighted as they had all spent inside her.

Old d'Aubigné had stopped struggling by now, and just sat and sobbed pathetically. The extraordinary woman beamed with joy at her broken foe, and old d'Aubigné timidly begged for her forgiveness. He again offered her anything to leave him and his family alone. He would sign over his fortune, his land, all of his property! He would do anything she asked.

The woman walked over to him, and he whimpered in fear. She leant down and licked the tears from his cheeks, and then filled the room with her beautiful laugh. She instructed the family to follow her out into the moonlight, and the sons dragged their father with them.

Old d'Aubigné was dragged, screaming into the night air, as the family followed the woman across the grass and towards the woods. They entered the dark and howling forest, and d'Aubigné wept at the gleeful smiles on his family's faces.

Old d'Aubigné cried out for his servants, but all had fled.

The party of revellers arrived at a clearing in the woods, and d'Aubigné's sons carried him to its centre. Around him, he saw tall stakes pinned into the ground, from which snaked long, metal chains with shackles.

Old D'Aubignés sons forced him to the ground, and held him there. His wife stood over him, and with her foot she stood on his throat, pinning him down and choking him.

His oldest daughter then stood over him, and smiling down at him, she stood her foot on his stomach, and he was winded.

Then, his younger daughter stood between his legs, and with her dainty little foot she stepped onto his manhood, pinning it to the ground beneath!

Old d'Aubigné could not move or struggle, and shackles were clasped to his wrists and ankles.

The d'Aubigné family stood back and looked down at their pathetic, whimpering patriarch, and each laughed at his despair. The woman's own servant had carried out a chair for his mistress, and she sat proudly on her throne which had been placed between the old man's spread legs.

The woman smiled at the family, and they smiled blissfully back, as they began to undress.

Old d'Aubigné howled and begged as he saw his eldest son drop to his knees and crawl to his mother's feet, tearing off her stockings before making love to her naked foot.

Old d'Aubigné wailed and cried as his younger son dragged his oldest daughter to the ground and licked hungrily at her quim, as she clutched at his hair and shrieked with pleasure. He watched his son turn her onto her hands and knees, before thrusting his raging member into her grateful backside.

Old d'Aubigné choked on tears as his ears filled with the sound of his daughter's moans and grunts of ecstasy.

The enchanting woman's gorgeous, pale skin glowed in the moonlight as she revelled in the scene before her.

Old d'Aubigné's wife was now too screaming with pleasure, as her son thrust himself inside her and bucked furiously into her.

Old d'Aubigné prayed to God for salvation, as he heard both of his sons' frantic grunting and groaning quicken, their climaxes soon approaching.

Old d'Aubigné sobbed when heard his wife cry in ecstasy, as her son emptied his seed into her.

Old d'Aubigné whimpered when heard his other son roar, as he unloaded himself into his oldest daughter.

Old d'Aubigné looked up through his pathetic tears at the night sky, begging for his torture to end, only to see his younger daughter standing over him, and smiling down at him.

Old d'Aubigné trembled and shook, and begged no, please no, as his beautiful, naked daughter squatted down over his face."

Louis trembled as he lay stupefied on the floor, staring at the Marquise with his mouth agape. His erection raged against his breeches, and without thinking he had begun to gently rub his groin against the ground beneath him.

Joséphine was blushing intensely, and sweat beaded on her forehead and her bosom. She had tucked her knees to her chest, and had been letting out gasps and groans as the Marquise spoke. Joséphine stared at Marquise, her mouth agape, and she made no attempt to disguise the lust in her eyes.

Even sweet Anne, who had been so timid and nervous when the story began, had sat up in the settee and gulped thirstily at her wine. Her cheeks blushed, she had absent-mindedly tugged at her gown, so much so that her breasts almost spilled free.

Nobody spoke, all staring at the Marquise.

"Now, dear friends, I know how fantastical and disgraceful my tale sounds! I would not have believed it myself, if not for this detail!"

Her audience leaned toward her and waited with baited breath.

"The next morning, an old friend of the d'Aubigné family visited the plantation, but found the mansion deserted!

Now, some of you may have already heard this detail. You may have heard that when he entered the old house, the old friend found no one, not the family, nor the servants.

You may have heard that the visitor found the d'Aubigné's wardrobes full, with nothing missing. You may have even heard that the old friend of Jean d'Aubigné found full plates of rotting food laying across the dining room table, with empty wine bottles strewn around the floor!

What I am certain you have not heard, my dear friends, is that while no trace of the d'Aubigné family was found in the house, that is not true of the plantation grounds!

The old friend saw wineglasses laying on the great lawn, and he followed the tracks of footprints towards the trees. He trekked deep into the woods, desperate for any sign of the d'Aubignés, and he despaired when the sun began to set and he had found nothing.

Suddenly, the old friend heard a pained groaning through the dense trees, and he raced towards it!

He reached the clearing in the woods, and his heart pounded! In the glow of twilight, he saw a writhing body on the ground.

As the old friend rushed towards d'Aubigné, his vision of the old man in the dim light became clearer, and he fell to his knees and wretched in horror at the terrible sight before him!

Old d'Aubigné lay chained to the ground, his clothes torn from him. His wrists and ankles were shackled, and he no longer struggled against them.

Old, pathetic d'Aubigné groaned, and his limp cock dangled between his legs. His old friend went to cover it with his coat, in a futile attempt to restore his dignity.

Though he tried to avert his gaze, the old friend could not help but notice that old d'Aubignés withered member was smeared with lip paint, in a colour that was fashionable among young ladies of society! From the tip of his cock, a long, thin thread of seed dripped to the grass beneath.

The old friend wept for d'Aubigné, and scrambled to pull the stakes from the ground. He clawed at the shackles, and tried to soothe and reassure his old companion.

But he had not yet noticed the worst of old d'Aubigné's torment.

The old friend heard old d'Aubigné cough and splutter, and he looked up at the wretch's face.

What he saw drove him mad.

Old d'Aubigné's face, illuminated in the dim twilight, was covered in filth and excrement!"

The parlour fell silent again, and remained so for the longest time.

None of the sisters moved, their fanning and squirming now ceased.

Louis looked up from the floor, and he felt the old fear cut through the fog of lust which had gripped him for hours now. Panic began to force questions into his consciousness.

The chains... the shackles... the howls of anguish and despair...

His dreams... his delirium... the dining room...

Louis' head began to pound, as the haze of his lust began to lift, and he began to piece together...

Could... the woman he saw in his waking nightmare...? No...

Louis was gripped by terror, and he looked up at the Marquise. She looked down at him with her beautiful, evil smile.

"Oh, my boy, my little Louis! You are trembling! I did not mean to terrify you so with my silly tale!"

As she spoke, the Marquise lifted her other foot and allowed her mule to drop from it. She stretched her legs out in front of her, and her long, delicate, stockinged soles were inches from Louis' face.

Even in his panic, Louis could not help but stare at her soles, and as he panted, he breathed in an earthy, sweaty aroma that worked its way into his nose and engulfed his mind.

"I... I..." he stammered, his eyes fixed on the Marquise's soles, as he breathed deeper through his nose and relished the scent.

The LeClerc sisters did not even pay attention to Louis, as his eyes glazed over and he sniffed deeply at the Marquise's long, delicate feet. They all sat stunned, and each had turned ghostly pale - apart from Joséphine, who had become more flushed still, and who stared at the Marquise like an animal in heat.

"The... the woman... what of her?" Anne whimpered, "did... did anyone ever... was she... Was she a witch?"

The Marquise fixed her gaze on Anne, and for the briefest moment her lips were pursed in annoyance, before her features softened and she smiled.

"No, my sweet darling. She was a Sorceress!"