GEETWO STORIES - PAGE 088

- MADELINE -

By

Geetwo

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Art By PICHARD

When you are married to one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the district, who also happens to be the Chief Magistrate and close personal friend of the Commissioner of Police, it is not wise to begin an affair with the handsome brother of a young policeman who is eager for promotion ...

Sadly for Madeleine, her lover confided in his brother, who saw an opportunity for his own advancement and reported the affair to the Commissioner, who then passed on the news to his old friend, Madeleine’s husband. The outcome was that Madeleine was confronted one afternoon by her husband, the Commissioner, the young policeman and one of her husband’s Deputy Magistrates and charged with adultery. She was tried, found guilty and sentenced, all in far less than an hour, despite her protestations that she was entitled to a fair trial. Of course she tried to resist when the young policeman was ordered to lock her wrists behind her back in heavy iron screw-manacles, but he was far too strong for her and with the assistance of her own husband, Madeleine was quickly overpowered and the restraints fitted.

With her arms lost to her and her desperate pleas and protests ignored, she could only weep and beg for mercy when her ankles were manacled and a wide, tight iron collar clamped around her slim throat. Heavy chains from her ankle cuffs rose to a large ring on the front of her collar and from there a second chain formed a long leash which, gripped in the hand of the young policemen, dragged her sobbing and stumbling, from her home out to a closed carriage in the driveway. Inside it, her husband and the Commissioner waited and she was helpless to prevent them from ripping her bodice, baring her breasts, nor to stop them from ripping her skirt then tear her petticoats and pantaloons from her trembling body. Her horror overwhelmed her when her husband sneered that as she had whored herself to her lover, she had no need of the concealing clothing of a decent, modest woman and wife

Sobbing in anguish, she tried to resist when the men seized her and pulled up her skirt, their hands mauling her breasts and forcing apart her futilely-resisting thighs to plunder her sex and anus despite her struggles and the tears that poured from her frantic eyes as she was ruthlessly violated.

Powerless against their strength and cruelty, she was unbearably humiliated when, totally against her will, her nipples grew hard and her sex slick with the juices of enforced and completely unwanted sexual arousal as her body responded instinctively to the inescapable stimulation imposed upon her., and, seeing the all-too-evident reaction, her husband twisted her nipples brutally. Encouraged, the Commissioner spanked her bottom as hard as he could, furious at Madeleine’s seeming pleasure and excitement at what they were doing to her. His anger was intensified by her screams and shrill pleas for him to take pity on her and forgive her for her unfaithfulness. In desperation, on her knees before him, she offered him anything he wanted, promising to be a perfect wife and obey his wishes without question if only he would be merciful. He stared down into her frightened eyes, his face set like stone and his gaze as cold as ice, then released his thick shaft from his trousers and ordered her to pleasure him with her mouth.

Shocked and outraged by his lewd instruction, Madeleine tried to protest that he could not possibly expect her to do such a thing, that only a low-class prostitute would serve a client in that way and she would never, ever, debase herself so shamefully. They were brave words, but no defence against the merciless cruelty of her husband and the Commissioner; their anger fuelled by her defiance and their own lust to humiliate and corrupt her by forcing her to submit to their sexual demands.

Defenceless in her chains, Madeleine tried not to give in, but eventually, in pain, sobbing in bitter anguish, her bottom on fire with savage heat and her breasts and nipples ruthlessly tortured, she whimpered her abject surrender and let her lips part. Instantly, her husband’s swollen erection forced its way into her mouth, pinning her tongue flat, bulging her cheeks and driving to the back of her throat, gagging her and almost making her choke as her airway was closed off.

Wide-eyed with horror and fear, she tried to pull back, but his hands seized her head and forced her mouth even further onto his hardened flesh, ordering her harshly to suck him and threatening her with agonising punishment if she even tried to bite.

Unable to breathe and fighting not to retch, her nostrils flared widely to suck in the air she must have, tears streaming from her eyes and down over her bulging cheeks as she was forced to submit to her own husband’s pitiless violation of her virgin lips and mouth, her shame and misery hugely increased by the Commissioner’s hot gaze drinking-in her exposed body and clearly relishing her helpless plight. Fearing his wrath should she even try to disobey, Madeleine did her best to follow her husband’s harsh commands, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue flicking clumsily in her unskilled efforts to satisfy him and eventually, to her intense humiliation and alarm, she felt his shaft grow even larger in her mouth.

Lacking any previous experience, she was taken completely by surprise when his flesh jerked in powerful spasms and a flood of hot, salt juices erupted into her mouth and throat, making her cough and splutter and forcing her to swallow convulsively. With no choice but to swallow or drown, she choked down the thick spend as fast as she could, but despite her efforts, much dribbled past her gagged lips to spatter over her heaving breasts, marking her subjugation and her husband pulled his drained flesh from her mouth then sneered to his friend that even a cheap whore would know better than to waste his seed as she had. Madeleine sobbed in anguish at his spiteful words and the venomous tone of his voice, then, frozen in disbelieving horror, she heard him offer the use of her mouth to the Commissioner, encouraging his friend to do as he had and mocking that Madeleine could do with the practise where she was going.

Madeleine had no idea what he meant and before she could recover from the shock of his offer, the Commissioner acted, one hand seizing the chain to her collared throat and dragging her to his feet while the other tore at the buttons of his trousers. In seconds, his half-erect maleness was at her lips and when he twisted the chain, her collar tightened frighteningly, constricting her throat. She could do nothing but give in to the inevitable and as her lips and mouth and throat were ravaged with long, fast thrusts, she licked and sucked as best she could, forced to time her breathing to the plunges of his rapidly-growing erection. Incapable of resisting the Commissioner and with her lips pressed tightly to his belly, Madeleine squinted upwards at her husband, her eyes beseeching him to have pity on her, forgive her and save her from her shameful torment, but to no avail. His face remained hard as stone, his lips a thin line of disdain while he watched her struggle.

Shocked and terrified by his callous disregard of her wordless pleas, she moaned as for the second time, she was forced to choke down the hosing jets of a man’s spend when the Commissioner’s shaft bulged and twitched in his release, her humiliation made even worse when he stepped back and allowed the final spurts of sticky fluid to splatter her cheeks and chin. With her hands manacled behind her back, she was unable to wipe it off and when the Commissioner gave a cruel laugh and joked that she’d better get used to seeing and smelling and tasting a man’s juices wherever a man chose to deposit it, Madeleine shuddered and turned to her husband, her brow furrowed in confusion at what the words meant.

Instead of answering her, he used the heavy chain at her collar to pull her head down, pinning her with her face and naked breasts pressed to the floor of the coach by putting his boot on the chain. Trapped and unable to rise, she tried to prevent her skirt being pulled up, but when her attempted resistance was met with cruelly-hard smacks of their calloused hands on her bared buttocks, Madeleine whimpered in pain and was forced to allow her body to be explored and used exactly as the men wished. Again, she willed her body not to react to their touch, fearing that any hint of a sexual response on her part would only lead to still more torment, humiliation and pain from her husband and the Commissioner, no doubt thoroughly justified in their eyes as fit and proper punishment for what they would regard as her disgraceful inability to control her sluttish passions.

She fought a determined battle, but it was one she could not win, for she was chained, defenceless and at the mercy of two strong men who had no compunction whatever about imposing their will on a woman they considered no better than a whore. Despite everything she could do, Madeleine’s body betrayed her, her breasts swelling, nipples erecting, labia engorging and clitoris stiffening as the men’s hands and fingers squeezed and probed and fondled and pinched until her sex oozed wetly with juices she could not hold back or conceal and she gasped and whimpered and begged to be given the release of the climax that seethed and swirled in her heated belly.

Driven beyond the furthest limits of her self-control, Madeleine was horribly aware that every arch and writhe of her body, every sinuous sway of her hips, every gasping moan of need, every fervent plea for more to propel her into her climax, all gave yet more evidence to her tormentors that she was what they believed her to be and only confirmed her guilt in their eyes. Yet she could not quell her inflamed passions, nor calm her treacherous body and all too soon, her helpless plight, the stinging of her punished bottom, the arrogant pillaging of her sex and breasts and the frightening uncertainty of what her fate was to be, combined to overwhelm her in a devastating orgasm that sent streams of juices running from her sex as her belly kicked and pulsed violently and she jerked and squirmed on the floor at the feet of the two men, her eyes tightly shut and moaning in shattering ecstasy to the massive convulsions racking her body.

She was not given long to enjoy her pleasure and when the leash tugged commandingly at her collared throat, was forced to her feet and out of the coach, her belly and breasts still trembling in the aftermath of her huge climax. To her horror, she found herself at a lonely crossroads that she knew she had never seen before, a desolate spot deep in the countryside with not a single house or trace of civilisation to be seen. Appalled, she tried to protest and tear the leash-chain from her husband’s hand when he began to lead her from the coach over to a tall, heavy signpost some distance away, but he was ready for just such an action and ignored her, jerking the chain brutally and dragging her forward across the grass and the rough cobbles of the roadway.

She begged frantically, swearing to be a perfect wife to him and give him anything he desired if only he would free her and take her back, but he was unmoved and when he led the chain through an iron ring high on the solid wooden post, clipped it back to the chain linking her collar and manacled ankles, then produced a large padlock and clicked it shut to secure her, Madeleine was too shocked and terrified to resist.

With the chain to the post so short that she had to keep her head held high, she could not look down or turn her head to see behind her and when she heard him say that he was going to leave her chained as she was and that someone would be along to collect her, Madeleine couldn’t believe that she had heard him correctly. Until his hands snaked around her body to cup her full breasts and his thumbs and fingers captured her tender nipples, squeezing until she gasped in pain. In a cold, flat monotone that sent a chill of icy terror racing through her body, he informed her that he had sold her to a brothel-keeper in the city and that it would be his men who would collect her and take her back to serve in his premises, where she would be taught to pleasure men like the whore she was and provide them with whatever they wanted.

Screaming in frantic protest, Madeleine fought her chains wildly, uncaring of the pain the harsh iron caused her or of the shameful display of her naked breasts as she jerked and twisted in her desperate efforts to free herself and avoid the dreadful fate to which his words condemned her. Her efforts were to no avail and as her screams turned to sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks while she made a last, desperate plea for mercy, begging for forgiveness. She promised him that her adultery had been a foolish mistake, a mad infatuation that she deeply regretted, that she truly loved him and would never, ever, give him cause to doubt her again, if only he could bring himself to forgive her for her mistake. He listened to her without a word, his face betraying nothing of his feelings, then continued as if Madeleine had never even spoken.

As long as they could pay, her body and her mouth would be anyone’s to use exactly as they wished and woe betide her if the customers weren’t satisfied, because the brothel-keeper was neither a patient nor a forgiving man and wouldn’t hesitate to whip her if there were complaints about her performance; as would he, if she was foolish enough to be less than completely pleasing whenever he decided to visit the brothel and use her as a whore like she ought to be used.

Weeping in misery, Madeleine tried to turn her head when his hands dropped from her body and she heard his footsteps move away from behind her, but the collar around her throat was too tight and the chain too short to permit it, keeping her facing the post and unable to see him as he strode back towards the carriage. Even then, after all she had been forced to endure and despite what he had told her, she still clung to a faint, flickering hope that he would be satisfied with the punishment and humiliation he and the Commissioner had inflicted upon her ... until the carriage door slammed and the driver’s whip cracked to set the horses in motion. For two long, endless minutes, Madeleine prayed for the rumble of wheels to cease and her husband to return, release her and end her physical and mental torment, but when the sounds of the carriage faded down the road until there was only silence, her dreams crumbled to dust and she knew there would be no forgiveness of her adulterous betrayal.

For a few moments, she tugged half-heartedly at her chains, already knowing it was useless, then her shoulders slumped in utter despair and she sobbed as if her heart would break. Above her, as she wept, the sky slowly darkened until she could no longer even see the post and it was then, in the blackness of night, that they came for her; stripped her naked, gagged her with a dirty cloth bound deep in her mouth and used a chain to tether her to the back of their cart for the long, shuffling walk to the city and the brothel where she would become a whore ... one who would learn to serve any customer and provide any service they demanded, as long as they paid the price for her body.

Any customer ... including her own husband, the Commissioner, the young policeman ... and even his brother, her own former lover.