Louis' End

Louis lay on the floor of the parlour, dripping with sweat. He was surrounded by seven beautiful women sitting on fine couches, and the room was silent.

Louis' mind was in a turmoil. Flashes of nightmares and memories intruded his hazy thoughts, and he could not shake the impulse to stand up, to run away and flee the old mansion. He knew in his soul that he was in grave danger, but he could not take his eyes of the beautiful, mysterious woman before him. Louis could not turn his gaze away from the Marquise's long, delicate, stockinged feet. He did not want to.

Somewhere, deep within him, a voice was screaming at him to turn and run, but as he stared at the Marquise's feet, he felt his terror being snuffed out by a warm, relaxing sense of calm and safety.

The Marquise leaned back and let out a gentle yawn, and as she did so she stretched her feet out further towards Louis, and brought her delicate soles mere inches away from his face. Without thinking, he breathed deeply, and the sweaty, earthy aroma made him forget his worries. He felt at peace, and the Marquise smiled down at him

The six LeClerc sisters had been sitting silently for some time now, so disturbed by the horrible story they had just heard. Joséphine, the eldest of the sisters, too had felt disgust; for her, this disgust had aroused her.

The Marquise turned to the LeClerc sisters and let out an exaggerated gasp.

"Oh, my poor dears! I did not mean to terrify you so with my tale! It was only a silly story meant to titillate and frighten!" she exclaimed, "Please, forgive me! I assure you; it was all a fiction! An outrageous slander that I once heard from a disreputable old merchant in New Orleans! Please, relax, have more wine."

The Marquise smiled and waved her hand, and her manservant swiftly refilled each of the LeClerc's glasses.

"And for you, my little Louis, why don't you try some of this fine brandy I have brought from my old estate? I think you will love it!" she said, smiling down at him.

"Yes... yes, please..." Louis mumbled, never taking his eyes off the Marquise's feet as she tantalisingly rubbed them together.

The Marquise looked over again to the sisters.

"Oh, my dear Anne, you look white as a sheet! Please, you must have something to eat! Try these dates; they are my favourite, and they are sure to make you feel all better again!"

Another manservant brought Anne a small wooden box filled with dates. Anne timidly bit into one, and smiled immediately.

"Oh, these are wonderful!" she exclaimed, colour returning to her face, "May I please have another?"

"My sweet Anne, they are yours! Have as many as you desire!" the Marquise cooed.

Anne hungrily ate the dates, one after the other, and grinned with satisfaction. The other LeClerc sisters had been hesitant with their re-filled wine glasses, but when they saw Anne's quick return to good form, they each took a sip and instantly relaxed. Tension and fear left them, and as they drank, they began to giggle and whisper.

Louis took the glass of brandy from the manservant without question, and brought it to his face, his eyes still on the Marquise's feet. His erection strained in his breeches, and he felt it gently weep from its tip. The smell of the brandy was so different, so unique, so intoxicating, and he drank a large mouthful. He felt its warmth travel down his throat, and the fog in his mind thickened.

Joséphine looked down at Louis with heavy, tipsy eyes and giggled, before turning her gaze back to the beautiful Marquise.

"What a remarkable tale, Marquise," she slurred, "I fear you may have shocked my sisters to their very souls, but I found it exhilarating!"

The Marquise looked at Joséphine and smiled at her, a hungry glint in her eye.

"No, no, not at all!" Catherine, the second sister, cried proudly, "I found it utterly thrilling! You will find I am not one to shy away from a dirty story!"

"Nor I!" cried Anne, her cheeks stuffed with dates.

Each of the other LeClerc sisters joined in the chorus of protestations, exclaiming that they had enjoyed the story and had not been in the slightest bit disturbed by it.

"Oh, I am so glad, ladies! I would never want to upset or offend such delightful company. You did not mind my little tale, did you, little Louis?"

Louis grunted, barely aware of anything but the Marquise's scrunching and relaxing soles and toes.

"Good," the Marquise purred.

"Do you really believe it is fiction, Marquise?" Joséphine asked, "Or do you think there could be any truth to the tale?"

The Marquise smiled at Joséphine again, and Joséphine's blush intensified.

"Oh, it could not be true, could it? Of course, in my many years I do believe that I have encountered queer things that rationality cannot explain! But something so awful, so terrible? Surely that could not be true... although, I suppose we are in a better place than anyone to investigate... Oh, no, a silly idea... a preposterous idea..."

"Oh yes! We could... we could... Oh! We could go to the woods! We could look for the clearing!" Catherine exclaimed proudly.

"Yes, yes!" Margaret agreed, "If there is indeed a clearing in the woods, there may be evidence of the old man's torment!"

"Now, now girls, surely we could not go out at such an hour?" the Marquise queried with feigned concern, "I suppose, we would be well protected by my faithful manservants... but no, only the truly brave could go out into the woods tonight..."

"We are brave!" cried Anne, between mouthfuls of the dates. She had already eaten half the box, and showed no sign of slowing down.

The other sisters yelled in agreement.

"Oh, alright ladies! If you insist, then we shall investigate! How exciting!" the Marquise exclaimed, and stood to her feet.

The terror deep within Louis forced its way back into his consciousness.

The woods... the night sky... the shackles... his nightmares...

Before those scattered thoughts could connect, the Marquise had lifted her gown and began to unclasp one of her smooth, silk stockings at her thigh.

"Your mother would never forgive me, ladies, if I was responsible for the ruining of your good clothes! Such fine stockings would only be soiled on the dirty ground..."

Louis' eyes widened as each of the LeClerc sisters followed suit, and leaned down and pulled their gowns up their legs, before unclasping their stockings. His cock twitched and quivered as they each lifted their legs to the air and gently removed the stockings from their legs, before pulling them away from their bare feet.

Louis was so grateful to the Marquise. He loved her. He pulled his wig from his head and used it to mop the sweat from his brow, and then threw it across the room. Louis was overwhelmed by the beautiful feet of the LeClerc sisters, and he frantically looked between each pair, wanting to enjoy all of them at once!

Sweet little Anne's feet were so dainty, so delicate, so smooth. Louis let out a pathetic whine as he watched her remove her stockings and then proudly wiggle her toes in the air, giggling.

Louis gawked at the feet of the twins, Margaret and Suzanne, identical in their perfection. Each of their long, smooth legs glimmered in the candlelight, and Louis stared at them in amazement.

Catherine's soles were thick and curvy, and Louis wished he could chew on her heel like a ravenous dog!

Marie, the bookish LeClerc sister whom Louis had barely acknowledged until tonight, had such large, beautiful feet that Louis groaned when she removed her stockings, and he trembled as he imagined them stamping down on his face.

Louis turned to Joséphine, and his jaw dropped. Her gaze remained fixed on the Marquise as she slowly and seductively removed one stocking, then the other. Her feet were long and fine, with beautiful high arches. Deep, enchanting wrinkles decorated her perfect soles.

Louis was an animal. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, apart from the beautiful feet all around him.

Lastly, he turned to the Marquise, and what he saw made him grovel pathetically on his hands and knees. She looked down at him with her beautiful, evil smile, and stretched her bare, pale, wrinkly soles towards his face, almost touching him. The sweaty, earthy stink from her feet forced its way into his nostrils, and Louis forgot who he was. He forgot his name. He forgot the mansion, the plantation, his concern for his family name and fortune. He forgot the terrible story he had just heard. He forgot the nightmares that had tortured him since he began his journey to the plantation. He forgot his delirium in the dining room last night. He forgot the dreadful woman.

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Louis barely noticed the feeling of the forest floor beneath his feet, as they walked between the trees. Moonlight peaked through the canopy, and the light from the manservants' lamps showed the party their path through the woods. Louis did not even notice the many manservants who flanked their party. He did not hear the screaming of the birds, or the screaming from deep in his soul.

Louis' heavy eyes were fixed on the seven women, their wigs all discarded along with their gowns, as each stepped delicately in only their chemises. Anne's beautiful blond hair shone in the moonlight, and matted to her neck in the dreadful humidity. Joséphine's brilliantly red hair seemed to glow and guide their way through the night. The Marquise's hair, black as the darkness between the distant trees, flowed over her pale, bare shoulders and draped delicately around her heavenly bosom.

After some time, the party reached the clearing in the woods.

The Marquise approached Louis, her long, raven-black hair framing her perfect, pale face, and she took Louis by the hand. Smiling, she guided him to the centre of the clearing, and then came close to him.

The Marquise planted a soft kiss on Louis' lips. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

He heard the cries of the LeClerc sisters as the manservants fell upon them, wrestling each to the floor of the clearing, and dragging them to six tall wooden posts.

Louis felt weak, and he struggled to move as he himself was set upon. The manservants grabbed each of his limbs and pulled at them, forcing him spread-eagle on the grass. Louis felt shackles applied to his wrists and ankles, and his panic returned to him.

What... what was happening? Oh, God... His nightmare! The story! The woman!

Louis forced out a scream, and struggled and thrashed against his shackles. He looked around to see that the shackles were each chained to long metal spikes, which were pinned to the ground!

Despite his thrashing, they did not budge an inch!

He looked over to see the six LeClerc sisters whimpering and crying as they themselves were tied to long, wooden posts. Joséphine gave the Marquise a look of betrayal, as the others wailed and wept.

Louis looked down to see the Marquise sitting proudly on a tall, wooden chair stationed in between his spread legs, and she smiled at him wickedly. Laying at her feet was the old manservant, and she had one of her long, wrinkly, pale soles planted on his blissful, smiling face. The grateful slave hungrily kissed at her foot, and groaned and grunted in pleasure.

"Now, now, little Louis, why do you scream?" she questioned mockingly, "I have seen your dreams, your desires! I have seen how you wish to serve me!"

The Marquise let out a howling cackle which sent ice through Louis, and he cried and wailed.

"Then again, men are most pathetic," she sighed, turning to the LeClerc sisters, "See how they cower in the face of true power! Men believe they are in command of the world, and that they can bend it to their will! That is what makes their humiliation, their ruination, their degradation so powerful!"

The Marquise lifted her foot from the old manservant's face, and he immediately sprang to his feet and scurried over to Louis. The old manservant reached down, and pulled at Louis belt and started to tear at his breeches.

"No! Get off me! You deviant, get off... fucking get off me!" Louis screamed, as the manservant tore his breeches from him, leaving him exposed to the night air.

The manservant returned to his place at the Marquise's feet, and gratefully accepted her sole back onto his face.

"Oh, little Louis, what happened? You were so engorged all evening, but now you are so small and limp!" the Marquise cackled. "Look, ladies! You were right! He is so little, and pathetic!"

The Marquise rolled her head back and laughed, and Louis' face burned as the LeClerc sister looked down at his limp, exposed penis. He tried to cover it with his thighs, but the chains held his legs out straight.

"No, no, this will not do, little Louis! I need you to throb for me again! I need that cock nice and hard for me, little Louis! You will give me what I want!"

The Marquise waved her hand, and two other manservants set upon Louis again. This time they enclosed a wooden board around his manhood, so that his pelvis remained below it, while his cock and scrotum poked though above it. At the four corners of the board, they attached small wooden legs to make a platform.

"No! For the love of God, unhand me! Please! Oh, God, save me!" Louis roared, his manhood presented to the open air above the wooden platform.

The Marquise stood from her wooden throne and stepped softly across the grass towards him. She stood close between his legs, and the manservants assisted her as she stepped gracefully onto the platform.

"Our Father, who art in heaven..." Louis whined in desperation, "Hallowed be..."

His prayer was cut short, when the Marquise stepped one of her big, delicate feet onto his manhood and pressed down, pinning it to the wooden platform below. He howled in agony.

"Oh, silly little Louis! I have defeated far holier foes than you!" she laughed.

From one of the wooden posts, Anne let out a groan as her stomach rumbled loudly. She hunched in discomfort, as the gurgling grew louder.

"Oh, sweet girl, too many dates?" the Marquise asked, grinning, "Never worry, we will let you down very shortly, and you can attend to your stomach."

The Marquise turned her attention back to Louis' withering cock and, holding onto the manservants for balance, she lifted her foot from him, before taking her big toe and gently stroking the underside of his shaft.

"No, please... no..." he groaned in despair, as he felt his cock start to grow and stiffen again.

"Good, little Louis, give me what I want," the Marquise purred, "Look, ladies! He is growing again! But, look! It has grown firm, but it is still so miniscule!"

The Marquise bellowed with laughter, and Louis wept as his cock now stood as stiff as it had earlier in the evening. The Marquise continued to stroke his cock with her toes, quickening her pace and increasing the pressure on his shaft.

"Oh, little Louis, itty bitty little Louis," she teased, gripping the swollen head of his cock with her long, perfect toes.

Louis groaned and cried, and tried to pull at the shackles.

"Look, my sweet ladies, even when he fears for his very soul, his pathetic manhood betrays him! Is it not so beautiful when men lose their illusion that they are the masters of the world, and realise that they are ruled by their little members?"

The Marquise quickened her pace again, and Louis' muscles tensed as he felt his climax build. He must not... he cannot...

Louis looked away and turned his head to the LeClerc sisters, each bound to a wooden post. They sobbed, and cried, and prayed... except Joséphine.

Joséphine stared in awe, and Louis could see the blush on her cheeks, and the lust in her eyes. She gently rubbed her thighs together and squirmed, and she was biting her lower lip.

"The degradation of men is so powerful, so potent, it can be used to unlock so many things!" the Marquise cried, "And there is nothing quite so potent as the filthy evidence of man's degradation! The seed of a man who has been ruined, humiliated, who has been broken in delivering it; oh, there is nothing so powerful!"

The Marquise pressed her whole sole onto Louis cock and used it to stroke and tease him, while he writhed against his chains and clenched his teeth, desperate not to give in.

He cannot let her do this... cannot let her break him... he must not let her take his seed....

"Please, I beg you... Oh, please, no... I... I..." Louis whimpered, as his eyes rolled back in his head and he began to tremble.

Suddenly, the Marquise lifted her foot from his manhood, and Louis shuddered and groaned as his orgasm was stopped in its tracks.

"Already, little Louis? No, no, no, so quick!" the Marquise mocked, "If you are ready to spend so soon, you must be loving this! I told you that seed is powerful when it is taken through degradation, little Louis; if you give it so readily and freely, it is useless to me!"

Louis' erection bobbed desperately in the air, desperate for relief. He heard Anne let out another pained groan, as her stomach churned and rumbled.

"Oh, my poor, sweet little Anne, your poor stomach! We must help you with that. I will have Guillaume let you down immediately! Now... Oh, goodness! I do not think there are any commodes nearby! I know! I will have my servants make you one!"

The Marquise's cackling laughter pierced the night's sky as her manservants set upon Louis yet again.

Louis howled and screamed as the manservants approached him carrying an old, dark wooden box.

"Stay away from me you bastards! You fucking bitch! Stay the fuck...!" he cried, as the manservants brought the opening of the box over his head, and enclosed and locked it tightly around his neck.

Louis' muffled screams echoed inside the box, and he wept in the complete darkness. He heard sliding of wood against wood, and a small circular panel opened directly above his face. Through the opening, he could see the full moon in the night's sky.

"Guillaume, go assist our good sweet Anne! Look how she trembles in discomfort at her stomach!" the Marquise laughed, and Louis heard the old manservant scurry from under the Marquise's feet. Next, Louis heard the rustle of chains over by the wooden posts.

"Unhand her!" Louis heard Catherine cry out.

"Anne!" the twins yelled together.

Louis heard Joséphine's voice, calm and tranquil. "Do not worry, Anne, do not fear! I am here, do not worry."

The old manservant dragged Anne, who was still groaning and whimpering at each rumble in her stomach, over towards the box.

Louis looked up through the hole in the box to see Anne standing over him, her arms restrained by the old manservant. The manservant tore her gown from her, and forced her down so that she sat on the box. Louis wept as the moonlight disappeared, and the hole was covered by Anne's beautiful, bare backside.

"Do not fret, dear Anne, your pain will soon ease! You are free to relieve yourself, and your aching will end!" the Marquise soothed.

Louis whimpered and begged from inside the box, as he heard an even louder and more violent churning in Anne's stomach.

"I... I am sorry Louis... I do not know... I do not think..." she whined, her face contorting as she tried to hold on.

"Please no! Oh fuck, please, God! Please, no!" he howled.

"My sweet Anne, you will be unwell! You will hurt yourself! You must relax. Go ahead, just relax..." the Marquise cooed.

With each word, a calm fell over Anne, and she had to fight harder to hold on...

While her sisters watched on in horror, Joséphine watched in amazement. She cared and worried for her sister, of course... but to see the arrogant, repulsive, lecherous little nobleman be so totally ruined, so broken, so humiliated... Joséphine's quim was completely drenched with her lust, and she willed Anne to do as the Marquise desired.

Louis tried in vain to thrash and tear at his shackles, and his screams and cries grew in desperation.

"Please! Please no! Oh, please, God no!"

"I'm sorry, Louis, please forgive me, I cannot stop it, I cannot...," cried Anne.

"It is okay, Anne, do not worry, just relax," Joséphine called to her calmly.

The Marquise beamed with delight at Joséphine, and waved her hand at her manservants, who walked to Joséphine and unclasped her chains.

"Oh God, Louis, I am so sorry, I do not think I can hold on any longer..." Anne groaned, as a terrible ripple growled deep in her bowels, "Forgive me, Louis..."

A gust of foul flatulence escaped Anne's backside and filled the wooden box. Inside, Louis choked and wretched, his nostrils assaulted by the putrid odour. The Marquise howled with laughter, as Louis coughed and spluttered, unable to escape the foul air in the box.

Anne felt the pain in her abdomen lessen slightly and she sighed, before gritting her teeth and redoubling her effort to keep control over her bowels.

The manservants led Joséphine by her hands to the Marquise, who still stood on the platform.

"Beautiful Joséphine, I see so much potential in you," the Marquise said softly as she stroked Joséphine's blushing cheek. "You see the power we can gain from breaking men, don't you? Yes, I have seen in in your eyes! Come with me, Joséphine, and we could achieve such great and terrible things!"

The Marquise stepped down from the platform, and stood close to Joséphine. She brushed Joséphine's flowing red hair behind her ear, then pulled her closer and kissed her hungrily on the lips. Joséphine's knees buckled and she let out a loud moan, and she grabbed at the Marquise and pulled her closer. Joséphine thrust her hips into the Marquise, and began to grind her mound against the Marquise's thigh.

The Marquise pulled down the neckline of Joséphine's chemise, freeing her full, glorious breasts to the night air, and then grabbed at one of them. Joséphine groaned louder, and she pulled up the hem of her chemise and frantically rubbed her bare quim against the Marquise's leg, and sucked desperately on her lips.

The Marquise raised her other hand and grasped Joséphine by her flaming red hair, and pulled her head back, breaking their kiss. The Marquise kissed and sucked furiously at Joséphine's neck, who began to grunt and whimper and shudder, as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Joséphine's hand grasped at the Marquise's gown, and her muscles began to jerk and convulse in ecstasy. Her hips began to buck and twitch, and she closed her eyes and let out a wailing scream of pure bliss.

Joséphine's pleasure drenched the Marquise's thigh, and she panted heavily as the Marquise slowly eased the kissing on her neck. Joséphine gently dropped to her knees before the Marquise, her eyes still closed, and she continued to shudder for quite some time. The Marquise held Joséphine's head towards her own loins, and softly stroked her flame-red hair.

"Good, my beautiful Joséphine, very good. Now, help your sister. Anne looks to be in great discomfort."

Louis had heard the wails of pleasure, but he barely registered them as he choked and coughed and gagged on the horrible gusts of foul air that were loudly forcing their way out of Anne's backside, despite her every effort to hold them in.

Anne's eyes were closed tight as she gave every effort to keep control over her bowels, and she jumped with fright when she felt a soft hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Joséphine, who was smiling at her warmly.

"It's alright, dearest Anne, just relax. Everything will be alright! The Marquise will not harm us! So just relax..." Joséphine whispered.

Anne leaned into Joséphine's soothing hand, and she closed her eyes. She had not seen Joséphine's other hand, which had begun to gently stroke Louis' cock.

Louis groaned between coughs, and Anne let out one final whimper.

"I am so sorry, Louis..." she whispered, and she relaxed.

Louis howled as first Anne's bladder emptied and her hot piss gushed over his face and into his screaming mouth. Louis choked and spluttered and gasped for breath as the torrent stung his lips and his tongue and his eyes. He tried desperately to turn his head, but the box would not let him, and he was forced to face the powerful stream head on.

Anne let out a sigh, and Joséphine continued to softly stroke her cheek.

"Good, my sweet Anne, it's alright..." she soothed.

With her other hand, Joséphine grasped Louis' cock more firmly and stroked it more intensely. Despite his retching, his manhood was now fully engorged again.

The downpour on Louis' face relented, and he choked and gasped for breath. Immediately, a growl rumbled in Anne's gut, and the foul smell in the box intensified.

"No... God... please..." he spluttered.

Anne groaned as her anus relaxed, and a thick log of excrement pushed its way out of her backside. Louis froze as he felt it gently drop onto his face, and he pursed his lips together and moaned in disgust. The log kept falling, and a mound of shit built on Louis' trapped face, and he wept and shuddered and gagged.

Louis pursed his lips more tightly, determined to protect his mouth from the building travesty, but the Marquise stepped back onto the platform, and pressed her toes down onto his exposed scrotum.

Louis open his mouth to scream, but it was instantly filled with Anne's shit, and his howl of anguish was muffled.

"Good," purred the Marquise, "Now, bring me his seed."

Joséphine lowered her head to Louis cock and took it in her mouth. She gently wrapped her lips around his glans, and delicately tongued it while she continued to stroke his shaft with her hand.

As Louis swallowed and choked and retched, his muscles seized and his hips bucked, and he shook with the most intense climax of his life. Joséphine's mouth filled with his copious load, and she continued stroke him until she was sure he could give no more.

Joséphine then stood and looked up at the Marquise, who was smiling down at her. The Marquise held out a hand, and into it one of the manservants placed a small glass vial filled with a green powder.

The Marquise opened the vial, and then held it under Joséphine's lips. Joséphine dutifully opened her mouth, and let Louis' substantial load drool into the vial. Once she had delivered it all, she smiled up at the Marquise, who then kissed her on the forehead.

"Excellent, my beautiful Joséphine. Oh, we will achieve so much together! We shall be the ruination of man! And together we shall herald Her return!" the Marquise cried.

The Marquise then closed the vial, delicately shook it, and held it up to the moonlight.

After inspecting the vial for a few moments, she sighed in disappointment.

"Alas, little Louis' seed will not do for the ritual I desire. A shame, really; his degradation was so complete," she said casually, in a voice of almost boredom, "Ah, well, there will be plenty of others to break, and one of them will provide what we need."

The Marquise stepped down from the platform, and then held her hand out to Joséphine. She helped Joséphine step up onto the platform, and then grinned at her wickedly.

"Unfortunately, we have no more use for little Louis! And so, there is no more use for his little manhood!"

Joséphine returned the Marquise' wicked grin, and then lifted one of her long, delicate feet and lowered it over Louis' scrotum, trapping it against the board. Josephine looked down at the quivering, retching ruin of a man, and she let out a cackle of her own.

Birds burst into the sky, and the two sleeping parents of the LeClerc sisters were startled out of their dreams by the sound of a man's blood curdling cry, coming from deep within the woods.