INTERACTIVE Outlander story Claire Fraser at the mercy of the french King Louis XV
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Re: INTERACTIVE Outlander story Claire Fraser at the mercy of the french King Louis XV
ing Louis turned to one of the two hulking guards and ordered them to strip the woman. Claire did not resist when the two men began to remove her clothes.
She knew it was futile, but when the men’s hands touched her body,she felt ashamed and humiliated. She kept her eyes closed and hoped that this nightmare would end soon. But this hope was in vain, for what awaited her was just the beginning of her torment. Then they tied her hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were fully extended upwards. In this position, Claire felt the blood rush into her arms, and she knew that after some time, she would not be able to feel her hands.
‘As I said,Your Majesty, I am at your complete disposal, I only ask you not to hurt me too much.’ ‘As I said Madame, I will not cause you any permanent injury. Claire resigned herself to her fate and let the king put ankle chains on her, while the young monarch caressed and kissed the toes of his pretty victim, who almost started to laugh,but was just able to refrain from doing so due to the situation.
King Louis stood in front of the woman and stroked her face gently. He looked into her eyes and whispered softly into her ear, ‘Don’t you think it’s time to open those beautiful eyes of yours? I want to look into them while I possess you.’ Claire obeyed him and opened her eyes. She looked at the king and felt nothing but disgust for this man who could release her husband but instead decided to torment her. She would have done anything to save Jamie, and at that moment, she knew she would have to give this man everything he wanted. It was the only way to save the man she loved, and also herself.
The French king was not ugly, but Claire had already found two other men very attractive. Frank, her first husband, and James, her current husband,were the only two men she had ever been intimate with. Both were very attractive, and the English woman knew that she would never forget them. Louis was a handsome man, but Claire didn’t feel anything forhim. When his lips touched her neck and moved over her body, kissing her passionately, the woman felt nothing more than disgust. She closed her eyes again and began to think of Jamie and their first intimate moments together. She remembered those moments with pleasure, and only then did her body react to the king’s touches. He kissed her breasts, playing with her nipples with his tongue, and then moved down to her vulva.
Louise grabbed a leather whip and moved slowly towards Claire from behind. ‘I will whip you now, not too hard, but I want to hear you scream, if your performance does not convince me I will whip you harder or leave this task to one of the guards who have some experience in this, do you understand Madame Fraser?’ Claire nodded wordlessly and prepared herself for the chastisement.
The king spoke to Claire: ‘I will now give you ten lashes with a whip and I want you to count. Do you understand, Madame Fraser?’
The young king just played with his pretty captive, patting her bottom and running the whip over the young English woman's flawless body. He ran the knob of the leather whip over Claire's full breasts,then pressed it into her nipples, causing the young woman to let outa slight moan. In a low voice, Claire addressed the king once again regarding the fate of her husband,‘Your Majesty, I politely ask you to release my husband after I have been at your service, that is really the only thing I ask of you.’ Luise replied snappishly, ‘Madame, I am the French king, my word is my bond, but I would like to remind you once again that my wishes and fantasies can be very challenging, so I ask you once again to concentrate on your role, you are now my prisoner, completely at my mercy, I can do whatever I want with you. If your acting does not meet my requirements, I will have to resort to harsher measures such as pincers and branding irons, but this would involve some bruising on your beautifull body Madame. I'm going to start whipping you now, but I want you to count‘ Are you ready Miss Fraser?’. Claire replied in a lowered voice ‘Your Majesty, I am ready’
TheKing raised the cane a sadistic gleam in his eye.
"I am going to give you ten lashes across your back and buttocks Madame. You will count each one, and beg for mercy after each strike. If you fail to do so, we will start over. Do I make myself clear?’
Claire nodded, a wave of dread washing over her. She braced herself as best she could, but nothing could have prepared her for the intensity of the pain that was to come.
The first lash came down with a sharp crack, biting into her flesh like a hot iron. Claire cried out in agony, her body jerking forward against her restraints.
‘One! Please, have mercy, Your Majesty!’
The second lash struck the center of her back, the pain radiating outwardin waves. Claire’s breath caught in her throat, and she struggled not to scream.
‘Two! Mercy, Your Majesty, I beg of you!’
The third lash targeted her left buttock, the force of it sending shockwaves of agony through her entire body. Claire’s eyes filledwith tears as she fought to maintain her composure.
‘Three! Your Majesty, please, I can’t take much more!’
But the King showed no mercy. The fourth lash came down hard on her right buttock, causing Claire to writhe and moan in pain.
‘Four! Mercy, please, have mercy on me! Your Majesty!’
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As the lashes continued to rain down, each one finding a new spot on her already ravaged flesh, Claire’s cries grew louder and more desperate. She pleaded for mercy with each blow, but the King seemed to take pleasure in her suffering, the sadistic gleam in his eyes growing brighter with each passing moment.
‘Five!Your Majesty, please! I’ll do anything!’
The sixth lash struck the small of her back, causing Claire to arch up inpain. ‘Six! Mercy, I beg of you, Your Majesty!’
By the eighth lash, Claire was sobbing, her body shaking with sobs.‘Eight! Please, Your Majesty… Have mercy!’
But still, the King didn’t relent. He delivered the ninth lash with particular force, striking Claire across both buttocks at once. She screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the dungeon.
‘Nine!Your Majesty, I can’t… I can’t!’
Finally with a cruel smirk, the King delivered the tenth and final lash striking Claire directly across her lower back. She collapsed forward, exhausted and in agony, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.
‘Ten! Please… Your Majesty… No more! I beg of you…’
The King set aside the cane and approached Claire, running his fingers over the welts he had inflicted. Claire flinched at his touch but said nothing, knowing that any protest would likely result in further punishment.
The king, who was now visibly excited by the scene, approached Clairefrom the side and stood directly in front of the helpless woman:‘Very good, Mademoiselle Fraser, you really are a warrior, but we are in France and we count in our mother tongue. For punishment, I shall give you ten further lashes directly on your truly handsomebust, and you shall count them, however this time in French.’
Claire tried to protest briefly, but at the sight of her tormentor smalicious grin, she immediately dismissed the idea and replied with a quiet barely audible ‘Oui.’
She knew it was futile, but when the men’s hands touched her body,she felt ashamed and humiliated. She kept her eyes closed and hoped that this nightmare would end soon. But this hope was in vain, for what awaited her was just the beginning of her torment. Then they tied her hands to the chains hanging from the ceiling. Her arms were fully extended upwards. In this position, Claire felt the blood rush into her arms, and she knew that after some time, she would not be able to feel her hands.
‘As I said,Your Majesty, I am at your complete disposal, I only ask you not to hurt me too much.’ ‘As I said Madame, I will not cause you any permanent injury. Claire resigned herself to her fate and let the king put ankle chains on her, while the young monarch caressed and kissed the toes of his pretty victim, who almost started to laugh,but was just able to refrain from doing so due to the situation.
King Louis stood in front of the woman and stroked her face gently. He looked into her eyes and whispered softly into her ear, ‘Don’t you think it’s time to open those beautiful eyes of yours? I want to look into them while I possess you.’ Claire obeyed him and opened her eyes. She looked at the king and felt nothing but disgust for this man who could release her husband but instead decided to torment her. She would have done anything to save Jamie, and at that moment, she knew she would have to give this man everything he wanted. It was the only way to save the man she loved, and also herself.
The French king was not ugly, but Claire had already found two other men very attractive. Frank, her first husband, and James, her current husband,were the only two men she had ever been intimate with. Both were very attractive, and the English woman knew that she would never forget them. Louis was a handsome man, but Claire didn’t feel anything forhim. When his lips touched her neck and moved over her body, kissing her passionately, the woman felt nothing more than disgust. She closed her eyes again and began to think of Jamie and their first intimate moments together. She remembered those moments with pleasure, and only then did her body react to the king’s touches. He kissed her breasts, playing with her nipples with his tongue, and then moved down to her vulva.
Louise grabbed a leather whip and moved slowly towards Claire from behind. ‘I will whip you now, not too hard, but I want to hear you scream, if your performance does not convince me I will whip you harder or leave this task to one of the guards who have some experience in this, do you understand Madame Fraser?’ Claire nodded wordlessly and prepared herself for the chastisement.
The king spoke to Claire: ‘I will now give you ten lashes with a whip and I want you to count. Do you understand, Madame Fraser?’
TheKing raised the cane a sadistic gleam in his eye.
Claire nodded, a wave of dread washing over her. She braced herself as best she could, but nothing could have prepared her for the intensity of the pain that was to come.
The first lash came down with a sharp crack, biting into her flesh like a hot iron. Claire cried out in agony, her body jerking forward against her restraints.
‘One! Please, have mercy, Your Majesty!’
The second lash struck the center of her back, the pain radiating outwardin waves. Claire’s breath caught in her throat, and she struggled not to scream.
‘Two! Mercy, Your Majesty, I beg of you!’
The third lash targeted her left buttock, the force of it sending shockwaves of agony through her entire body. Claire’s eyes filledwith tears as she fought to maintain her composure.
‘Three! Your Majesty, please, I can’t take much more!’
But the King showed no mercy. The fourth lash came down hard on her right buttock, causing Claire to writhe and moan in pain.
‘Four! Mercy, please, have mercy on me! Your Majesty!’
after first whipping.jpg
As the lashes continued to rain down, each one finding a new spot on her already ravaged flesh, Claire’s cries grew louder and more desperate. She pleaded for mercy with each blow, but the King seemed to take pleasure in her suffering, the sadistic gleam in his eyes growing brighter with each passing moment.
‘Five!Your Majesty, please! I’ll do anything!’
The sixth lash struck the small of her back, causing Claire to arch up inpain. ‘Six! Mercy, I beg of you, Your Majesty!’
By the eighth lash, Claire was sobbing, her body shaking with sobs.‘Eight! Please, Your Majesty… Have mercy!’
But still, the King didn’t relent. He delivered the ninth lash with particular force, striking Claire across both buttocks at once. She screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls of the dungeon.
‘Nine!Your Majesty, I can’t… I can’t!’
Finally with a cruel smirk, the King delivered the tenth and final lash striking Claire directly across her lower back. She collapsed forward, exhausted and in agony, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.
‘Ten! Please… Your Majesty… No more! I beg of you…’
The King set aside the cane and approached Claire, running his fingers over the welts he had inflicted. Claire flinched at his touch but said nothing, knowing that any protest would likely result in further punishment.
The king, who was now visibly excited by the scene, approached Clairefrom the side and stood directly in front of the helpless woman:‘Very good, Mademoiselle Fraser, you really are a warrior, but we are in France and we count in our mother tongue. For punishment, I shall give you ten further lashes directly on your truly handsomebust, and you shall count them, however this time in French.’
Claire tried to protest briefly, but at the sight of her tormentor smalicious grin, she immediately dismissed the idea and replied with a quiet barely audible ‘Oui.’
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Claire was breathing hard. The pain in her bottom was still burning, and now she had to endure ten more lashings, this time on her chest. She took a deep breath and waited for the first blow. The whip struck her right breast, leaving a bright red stripe. She gasped and counted out loud.
‘Un!’
The next lash hit her left breast, and she struggled to hold back a scream.
‘Deux!’
The third lash struck the center of her chest, and Claire's knees buckled beneath her. She swayed on her feet, struggling to remain upright as the pain washed over her in waves. But she refused to give up,knowing that Jamie's fate hung in the balance.
‘Trois,’she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. ‘Je vous en prie, Votre Majesté. Ayez piti d'un pauvre prisonnier.'
The fourth lash wrapped around the underside of her right breast, and Claire let out a soft moan. Her body was trembling uncontrollably now, but she forced herself to continue, determined to see this through to the end.
‘Quatre,’she said, her voice breaking with emotion. ‘Je suis prête à tout pour sauver mon mari, Votre Majesté.'
The fifth lash landed on the top of her left breast, and Claire's vision began to blur. The pain was becoming too much to bear, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could endure it. But she knew she had to keep going, no matter what.
‘Cinq,’she gasped, her body convulsing with agony. ‘Je ferai tout ce que vous voulez, Votre Majesté,' she added desperately, hoping to appease the king. ‘Tout ce que vous demanderez, je le ferai.'
The king paused, considering Claire's words. He could see the desperation in her eyes, and he knew that she was willing to do anything to save her husband. He decided to test her further, to push her to her limits and see just how far she would go.
The lashes continued to rain down on her chest, each one finding its mark with cruel precision. Claire's breasts were now covered in welts, and she could feel the blood rushing to the surface of her skin. She gritted her teeth and continued to count.
The king changed his position and moved to Claire's side. He put the longwhip on a small side table and took a riding crop.
‘Now, madame, to give you a be fitting punishment, we also need the appropriate tools, n'est-ce pas?’
Claire wanted to confirm immediately but before she could say anything, she felt the sting of the whip on her breasts. She screamed in pain but did not forget to count in French.
"Six Aïe, pitié, Votre Majesté !" She cried. "My breasts,they're so sensitive. Please, have mercy on me!"
She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but she refused to give in. Each lash was a reminder of the price she was willing to pay for Jamie’s freedom, and she steeled herself against thepain.
‘Sept!’
The riding crop struck her left breast with a loud smack. Claire flinched, but she continued to count, her voice growing hoarse.
‘Huit!’
The pain was becoming unbearable, but she forced herself to go on,knowing that each lash brought her closer to her goal.
‘Neuf!’
The final lash struck her right breast with a searing pain. Claire let out a cry, but she knew she had made it through. With a trembling voice, she counted the last lash.
“Oh please, Votre Majesté!” She begged, writhing under her restraints.“I'll do anything you want, just stop this torture!”
The final lash struck her right breast with a searing pain. Claire let out a cry, but she knew she had made it through. With a trembling voice, she counted the last lash.
‘Dix!’
As the last word left her lips, Claire felt the weight of the ordeallift from her shoulders. She had endured the punishment, and now Jamie’s freedom was within reach. She closed her eyes, waiting for the King’s next move, knowing that whatever came next, she had done what was necessary to secure her husband’s release. The price had been high, but she had paid it willingly, and now all that remained was to see the King’s promise fulfilled.
The king released Claire's chains from the ceiling, whereupon she immediately sank to her knees.
Claire waited for what felt like an eternity for the King's next words. The silence hung heavy in the air as she kneed, her chest heaving with exertion, the marks of the crop still burning on her skin. Finally,Louis spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of admiration and desire.
The king rode with a sadistic grin, using his riding crop on Claire'swelts-covered breasts and proudly admiring his work.
‘Youhave done well, Madame. You have proven your strength and your dedication. I must admit, I am impressed.’ He paused, his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every detail of her form. ‘But now, it is time for the final act of our agreement. Are you ready to fulfill your end of the bargain?’
Claire swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming, and while a part of her dreaded it, another part of her felta strange sense of anticipation. She had come this far, and she was determined to see it through to the end.
‘Yes,Your Majesty,’ she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘I am ready.’
With a nod of approval, Louis began to circle her once more, his eyesn ever leaving her body. His fingers trailed lightly over her skin,sending shivers down her spine despite the pain she was still feeling. When he reached her breasts, he cupped them gently, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
Suddenly,Claire noticed several masked men in the room and was extremely frightened, but the king reassured her. "Don't worry, Madame Fraser, these men are only here to assist me if you fail to fulfil your obligation, or if I am not impressed by your performance, but given the situation, I don't think I will need their motivational intervention at this time, what do you think? With a nod and a quiet‘thank you, Your Majesty,’ Claire now realised the situation she was in, at the mercy of a sadistic king who was all-powerful and could do with her as he pleased.
The next lash hit her left breast, and she struggled to hold back a scream.
‘Deux!’
The third lash struck the center of her chest, and Claire's knees buckled beneath her. She swayed on her feet, struggling to remain upright as the pain washed over her in waves. But she refused to give up,knowing that Jamie's fate hung in the balance.
‘Trois,’she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. ‘Je vous en prie, Votre Majesté. Ayez piti d'un pauvre prisonnier.'
The fourth lash wrapped around the underside of her right breast, and Claire let out a soft moan. Her body was trembling uncontrollably now, but she forced herself to continue, determined to see this through to the end.
‘Quatre,’she said, her voice breaking with emotion. ‘Je suis prête à tout pour sauver mon mari, Votre Majesté.'
The fifth lash landed on the top of her left breast, and Claire's vision began to blur. The pain was becoming too much to bear, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could endure it. But she knew she had to keep going, no matter what.
‘Cinq,’she gasped, her body convulsing with agony. ‘Je ferai tout ce que vous voulez, Votre Majesté,' she added desperately, hoping to appease the king. ‘Tout ce que vous demanderez, je le ferai.'
The king paused, considering Claire's words. He could see the desperation in her eyes, and he knew that she was willing to do anything to save her husband. He decided to test her further, to push her to her limits and see just how far she would go.
The lashes continued to rain down on her chest, each one finding its mark with cruel precision. Claire's breasts were now covered in welts, and she could feel the blood rushing to the surface of her skin. She gritted her teeth and continued to count.
The king changed his position and moved to Claire's side. He put the longwhip on a small side table and took a riding crop.
‘Now, madame, to give you a be fitting punishment, we also need the appropriate tools, n'est-ce pas?’
Claire wanted to confirm immediately but before she could say anything, she felt the sting of the whip on her breasts. She screamed in pain but did not forget to count in French.
"Six Aïe, pitié, Votre Majesté !" She cried. "My breasts,they're so sensitive. Please, have mercy on me!"
She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but she refused to give in. Each lash was a reminder of the price she was willing to pay for Jamie’s freedom, and she steeled herself against thepain.
‘Sept!’
The riding crop struck her left breast with a loud smack. Claire flinched, but she continued to count, her voice growing hoarse.
‘Huit!’
The pain was becoming unbearable, but she forced herself to go on,knowing that each lash brought her closer to her goal.
‘Neuf!’
The final lash struck her right breast with a searing pain. Claire let out a cry, but she knew she had made it through. With a trembling voice, she counted the last lash.
“Oh please, Votre Majesté!” She begged, writhing under her restraints.“I'll do anything you want, just stop this torture!”
The final lash struck her right breast with a searing pain. Claire let out a cry, but she knew she had made it through. With a trembling voice, she counted the last lash.
‘Dix!’
As the last word left her lips, Claire felt the weight of the ordeallift from her shoulders. She had endured the punishment, and now Jamie’s freedom was within reach. She closed her eyes, waiting for the King’s next move, knowing that whatever came next, she had done what was necessary to secure her husband’s release. The price had been high, but she had paid it willingly, and now all that remained was to see the King’s promise fulfilled.
The king released Claire's chains from the ceiling, whereupon she immediately sank to her knees.
Claire waited for what felt like an eternity for the King's next words. The silence hung heavy in the air as she kneed, her chest heaving with exertion, the marks of the crop still burning on her skin. Finally,Louis spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of admiration and desire.
The king rode with a sadistic grin, using his riding crop on Claire'swelts-covered breasts and proudly admiring his work.
‘Youhave done well, Madame. You have proven your strength and your dedication. I must admit, I am impressed.’ He paused, his gaze roaming over her body, taking in every detail of her form. ‘But now, it is time for the final act of our agreement. Are you ready to fulfill your end of the bargain?’
Claire swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming, and while a part of her dreaded it, another part of her felta strange sense of anticipation. She had come this far, and she was determined to see it through to the end.
‘Yes,Your Majesty,’ she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘I am ready.’
With a nod of approval, Louis began to circle her once more, his eyesn ever leaving her body. His fingers trailed lightly over her skin,sending shivers down her spine despite the pain she was still feeling. When he reached her breasts, he cupped them gently, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
Suddenly,Claire noticed several masked men in the room and was extremely frightened, but the king reassured her. "Don't worry, Madame Fraser, these men are only here to assist me if you fail to fulfil your obligation, or if I am not impressed by your performance, but given the situation, I don't think I will need their motivational intervention at this time, what do you think? With a nod and a quiet‘thank you, Your Majesty,’ Claire now realised the situation she was in, at the mercy of a sadistic king who was all-powerful and could do with her as he pleased.
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