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When he awoke in the early morning light, he fucked me again but this time he seemed a little more kindly disposed to me. After he'd finished, he held me to his breast like a lover and although it hurt my still swollen tits I made no murmur of it. We talked for a while on my life at home but later I decided that was more to get information about my father and our household than for any real interest in my life. Soon he ordered me to get back to work and I limped down to the kitchen. Cook allowed Josie a few minutes to wash and dress my welts and then we both had to finish preparing breakfast.

Work was painful but I know they only gave me the lightest jobs. Even so my body took all manner of little knocks but by the end of the day, I thought I was walking a little better and could stand almost upright.

There were three women and a man as guests that night. The man, who seemed to be a business colleague, his wife, her sister and mother. It seems that the mother was trying to interest JeanPaul in the sister so I prayed I would not be needed that night. Neither Maria or I were asked to attend a training session but my thoughts of having a night to myself were dashed by the mother asking JeanPaul, "She looks as if she will be responsive. Is she available?" I felt Maria who stood alongside me waiting to clear the dessert plates, give me a little nudge and I remembered to hold my tongue. "Of course my dear Louise," JeanPaul answered, "Available but not fully trained. As you can see we've had to use stern measures with her. Take your apron off Chloe and turn round slowly." I did so and felt my face flush red but I doubt it showed through all the purple, brown and yellow patches on my body. "Don't take any nonsense from her," he went on, "She may be the daughter of an English lord but here she is the lowliest of servants." She seemed very impressed that she could take the daughter of Lord de Haviland to bed and her admiration for JeanPaul increased when she heard his version of how I had been captured. According to him I was stolen away from under the eyes of my parents and brought to the chateaux to be kept as a slave and hostage to ensure the co-operation of my father.

Back in the kitchen I tried to find out what would be expected of me when I was called to her room. No one knew. Cook explained that all women were different, some wanted you to tongue them, others wanted to do it to you or spank you or make you do even more obscene things. It was therefore with much trepidation that I climbed the stairs to her room. I needn't have worried. "Come in," she said when I knocked. I stood shaking inside the door, "Come here girl, I'm not going to deliberately hurt you. I can see you've had enough of that," she went on, "Take your pinny and shoes off then help me out of my dress. You've not been to bed with a woman before?" "No ma'am, never," I replied. I'd heard that it was done and one of the girls I knew said they did it all the time at the boarding school she attended. "Well don't worry dear, you'll soon get the idea and I'm sure you'll enjoy it." She was a tall, elegant woman in her forties who wore a ring on every finger and a cascade of necklaces that hung between her breasts. The jewellery seemed to emphasise her nakedness. Soon I lay on the bed while she played with my tits and cunt. Several times I cried out when even her gentle squeezes caused me pain although I knew she wasn't really trying to hurt me. She didn't apologise but did try not to finger the worst places except with the lightest of touches. My raised and livid welts seemed to fascinate her and she kept kissing them 'to make them better'. It reminded me of mamma when I was a child and made my eyes wet. It was soon my turn to play with her body but she wanted me to be quite rough in the way I handled her breasts and I began to get a little aroused myself from it all. My cunnie became very wet especially when I had to lie on top of her with my head between her legs and hers between mine and our tongues delved deeply into the moist depths. We brought each other to climaxes and even though lying on top of her caused me some pain, I actually began to enjoy the sensations.

When she'd had enough of this, she took me under the sheets and made me lie with my thighs between her legs and my mouth sucking one of her nipples while she held me tightly to her body. It took a little while for me to get used to her weight on my sore parts and I tried to respond when she rubbed her clitty on my legs. We went to sleep in like that and perhaps because I felt safe cradled in her arms, I had the best night's sleep since I was taken from my home.

Light was coming through the windows when a man, the daughter's husband, climbed into bed alongside us, and awakened me. Louise commented, "Julie not up to it tonight?" "It's that time of the month," he answered. "Do you want me or her?" Louise asked. "Her first, then maybe afterwards…" "I hope you can. Julie's been milking your balls too much lately and I've felt left out." I was astounded at the intimate conversation between the man and his mother-in-law and it was obvious they'd had carnal relations many times before. "Chloe here juices up well when tongued but I don't know if she will do so with a man's prick inside. Do be a little careful of her welts. Poor things had enough pain." The man however, seemed more concerned with enjoying his fuck than for my suffering and was soon pumping into me with gusto while Louise lifted the sheets and watched. Fortunately it didn't take long before he loosed his seed but it was Louise that took his prick and sucked it clean and then used her fingers to diddle me.

At this point Julie walked in wearing just her knickers with padding inside. "Was she any good?" she asked her husband. "Not bad," he answered, "Still quite tight. Her cunt's no different to any other despite her blue blood. She doesn't put much effort into it either." I was horrified at that and wondered what JeanPaul might do if or when he was told but nothing was said. Julie came into bed with us and I could feel she was playing with her husband's prick and eventually it became hard. "Are you going to do her again or fuck mamma?" Julie enquired. He chose Louise and I had to watch as the pair of them rutted together. I could see what he meant by my not putting much effort into it. Louise thrust vigorously back every time the prick pushed into her as she was soon awash with sweat. As soon as they parted Julie sucked the messy prick and licked her mother clean. I was appalled at the incestuous relationship of the family but at that time, just thought it was the way of the French. Julie turned her attention to me and started to play with my tits and cunt like her mother had earlier and once again I became aroused and wet. My fear that I would be asked to lick Julie's menstruating cunt was fortunately unfounded. We all dozed for a while and when I awoke I knew it was quite late because one of the day maids came to the door and asked if the ladies would like any assistance to dress. They did and sent me back to the kitchen.

During the morning I expressed my fears about becoming pregnant to cook and she told me quite bluntly, that JeanPaul had ordered I not be given the no-baby drink she gave to the other girls. He wanted me to be with child by a French father, a father who could not be determined because of the number of men who had serviced me. I had already lost count of the men I'd had on the boat and now in the Chateaux and estimated that I was now at the right time in my cycle to conceive.

Several days passed and my welts were becoming less troublesome but still very tender to the touch. Most nights I had to attend JeanPaul either for just a training session or having to spend the night with him or other guests. Mostly the training was to use my mouth to better effect and to open my bottom more readily. After the first couple of days, JeanPaul's attitude seemed to soften towards me slightly and I was less afraid of getting another thrashing but always he demanded I obey him implicitly and I was at pains to do so.

It was later that first week that I became reacquainted with the giant man who'd carried me from the boat. He was a carpenter who worked semi-permanently in the house and was a school friend of JeanPaul's. One lunchtime Cook gave me a tray of food with the instruction, "Take this to Maurice in the basement." I had no idea who Maurice was but when I approached the room I heard JeanPaul's voice as well as that of another man. It proved to be my friendly giant, and indeed he did come to be much more than a friend as I will tell later. He looked up when I approached. "Come in my little English princess," he called, "At least you can stand on your own two feet now even if your body is still a kaleidoscope of colour. Put the lunch over there princess and I'll get to it in a moment." I turned to go but before I did so he asked JeanPaul if I was available to him. "Of course Maurice, she is available to every one when I am not needing her. Have her for lunch if you wish and I have a lady guest tonight so you can have her then as well."

I was only a little shocked as by then I was becoming used to being a chattel and used by anyone but I was a little fearful of what this huge man would do to me. Maurice indicated that I should stand out of the way and then continued discussing how JeanPaul would like the room fitted out. Finally JeanPaul left and I was alone with him. "Come princess, take off that apron and sit on my lap while I eat. Help yourself. Cook usually sends plenty even for a man with my appetite and if I find I need more I can always nibble at you." A huge smile spread over his face. I sat like a baby on his knee and while he scoffed the large slices of bread in one or two bites, I nibbled daintily at mine. This caused him some merriment but there was nothing spiteful in his humour and I found myself laughing too. Cook had only sent one tumbler for the wine so I had to drink from the same one as he, which I now did without thought. For a moment I remembered back to the first night on the boat when I was squeamish at drinking from the same tankard as JeanPaul and yet in the space of a few short days, I eagerly drank from the same glass as a carpenter.

When all the food and drink had gone, Maurice started playing with my breasts and cunnie and I could feel his arousal next to my bottom. I guessed he would want to fuck me but when he spoke he was almost apologetic. "Princess, this is not the best place to fuck so perhaps we'll save that for tonight. For now, just give my prick some relief with your mouth. Don't worry because I am big, I won't try and hurt you. I can be very gentle." To me it seemed that his prick was in proportion to the rest of his body. None of those I'd had so far even approached it in size and I was afraid that I would choke if I took it right down my throat as JeanPaul was training me to do and that I would be split when he later took me to his bed. He must have seen the concern on my face for he said, "Don't worry princess, many other girls have taken it inside them. It may be tight and uncomfortable at first but you'll learn to enjoy it and I'll be careful with you. I don't want you damaged."

I wrapped my lips around the bulbous end and he showed me how he liked the shaft massaged with my hands and it wasn't too long before I tasted his seed. There was rather a lot but my training paid off and very little spilled from my lips. Maurice grinned and ruffled my hair with his huge hands and said, "You'll make a good wife one day princess, whether it be to a prince or a peasant or even a carpenter." He grinned and kissed me as sent me back to the kitchen, "I'll come for you this evening after you've eaten," he called as I left. Josie commented on the time I'd taken to deliver the food and I mumbled that Maurice had made me stay. I could see cook was going to castigate me for making the others do my work and I quickly told her that JeanPaul had said he was allowed to. "If I find out that isn't true you'll feel that strap young lady. Fortunately one of the day girls said that JeanPaul had arrived late for lunch because he'd been with Maurice discussing alterations. In spite of all this, I think cook made me work extra hard for the rest of the day and my muscles were very sore by dinnertime.

Maurice collected as he'd promised. He swept into the kitchen grinning as usual and spoke cheerily to the others and then turned to me, "Time to go princess. Sorry no carriage, just your own two feet but it isn't far to my palace." "Your pokey little hovel you mean," joked Maria, "All that's palatial in there is the size of your bed and that's only to suit the size of you cave man." After more banter Maurice took me to the outside door. I hadn't been outside the chateaux since I arrived and I was concerned that I was completely naked except for my shoes. However, at the door he took a cloak from a peg and before cook could say anything, wrapped it around my shoulders and called back to her, "Just to keep the chill night air from her. You wouldn't want to have to tend her colds now would you?" We all knew that wasn't the reason for the air was still warm from the heat of the day.

His mother was in the kitchen when we arrived and I was introduced but she said grumpily, "I know who she is son, I saw her get thrashed and I saw you carry her screaming and wailing up here. I would be better if you found a girl you might marry instead of a English bitch you just want to bed." Tears formed in my eyes but Maurice just smiled and replied, "Now mother, you know that's no way to talk to a real lady." To me he said, "Don't worry princess, she's like that with every girl I bring home that's not well built and likely to give her dozens of grandchildren." With that he took me into his room and I could see what Maria meant about the size of the bed. It was enormous and it looked as if two of everything had been sewn together to cover it. "Maria must have been here to have seen it," I mused.

He took my cloak and I removed my shoes while he undressed and I saw the whole of his body. It was huge and his muscles stood out powerfully. I seemed so frail and fragile beside him and yet he was so gentle with me but I feared the pain when his prick entered me. Now it stood proudly jutting out thick and solid from his body. My body shook slightly and when Maurice noticed it he cuddled me and said, "Don't worry princess, I'll go easy and it won't be too bad for you. Soon you'll begin to like it and want more. The other girls did. I watched with some apprehension as he took a small bottle of olive oil and liberally coated his prick and when I was in position rubbed some on me and got my juices flowing. "At least he is showing more consideration than JeanPaul and most of the other guests that have fucked me," I thought. His entry was a little difficult but he took it slowly and soon that massive trunk was inside me and I felt stretched to the limit. He waited a short while for me to accommodate him and then started to fuck me properly. Once he got going, his lust took over and despite the soreness I enjoyed it and in a way was sorry when he loosed his seed. He had me twice more that night and took me back in time for breakfast. Cook and the maids examined me and remarked on how puffy and red my labial lips were but I was soon set to work. All that day I could feel the tenderness between my thighs and I kept remembering the previous night and wondered if he would take me to his home again. I needn't have worried. For the whole of my stay at the chateaux he took me every night when JeanPaul or other guests didn't require me. We became lovers and as you know I brought him with me when we left France and came back here. But that is getting ahead of my story.

After the first few weeks my life fell into a routine. Inside the house I was always naked apart from an apron and I was made to work hard just like the other maids. As she had promised, Cook treated me fairly and apart from my dress, or lack of it, no more was expected of me than it was of Maria or Josie. JeanPaul took me to his bed at least once a week and frequently there were guests, both male and female would wished to use me. Much of the bruising and colour disappeared from my body after six weeks and by then I knew I was pregnant but at that stage it made no difference to my work habits. About this time I had to watch as Cook punished one of the day maids who had through carelessness broke a jug full of red wine. It stained the linen cloth and no amount washing would get rid of it. Polly, the maid, was stripped bare and made to lie over the end of the kitchen table. She was a pretty young woman, older than me and bigger in all departments. Josie and Maria held her down by her shoulders and tears were already flowing because she knew what to expect. Cook took the strap down from the wall peg and then brought it lustily across the poor girl's bum with an almighty crack. I winced but that was only the first of ten. Polly's screams must have been heard all over the house and although there were no raised welts such as those that still showed on me, we all knew her bottom would bruised and sore for a week at least. She was given a few minutes to recover and then was ordered to help me clear up the mess. I tried to show some sympathy for her as we worked side by side, both of us naked for I had removed my apron for fear of staining it on the red wine. It was only when we'd completed the task that I was allowed to apply some ointment to her bottom and when I noticed she'd become aroused, I diddled her to a climax, for which she expressed her thanks.

Some four months later it was my turn to be on the receiving end of the strap for a similar piece of carelessness. I swung round to joke with Josie and the jug I was holding hit the corner of an open cupboard door. Fortunately the jug was empty but it shattered into many pieces. My pregnancy was now showing which may have been why I was only given six but Cook laid them on hard and I was soon howling my eyes out. Josie put ointment on me later but I had no wish to sit for a long while. JeanPaul saw my reddened arse when I served dinner and I had to tell him the story of my misdemeanour and when dinner was over, made me bend of the back of a chair while he fucked my bottom. He did it hard and seemed once more to enjoy my suffering. When Maurice took me to his bed that night, he was much more considerate but like everyone else he didn't condemn Cook for what she had done. All thought I deserved the punishment. Lying awake later, I wondered if the servants at home thought the same way after I had ordered them punished for a minor offence that really was an accident. I now realised that they must feel pain in the same way as I did because I'd been a servant long enough by then to have hardened my body considerably. I didn't resent Cook for what she had done but I guessed some of my servants would have hated me for the petty things I'd had them chastised for.

Not much of note happened until I gave birth to my first child. JeanPaul still did not allow me to cover my grossly distended body even though it was not warm in the house at that time of year. Every so often he went away for several days at a time I guessed on his smuggling exploits and on his return the last time said that my father sent his love and looked forward to seeing his grandchild. That was not to be, for I hardly glimpsed her before she was whisked away and handed to a wet nurse and taken to a convent. I was distraught as you can imagine. Having gone through the horrendous pains of childbirth, to have my baby taken from me was utterly devastating but there was nothing I could do. Maurice came to my bed and lay alongside me cradling me in his arms for the night but although they gave me comfort, it didn't please me. As is normal it seems for working mothers, I was only allowed to stay in bed for two days and then I had to return to my duties. JeanPaul inspected my cunt but it was still too open and he declined to use it. Maurice waited a week before he started fucking me again but as usual he was gentle.

Two months later, I was again pregnant and in one of my down moods I forgot my position and upset JeanPaul with a comment I made. He called Cook and ordered her to strap me a dozen times. She had to lay it on hard because JeanPaul stood and watched and encouraged her to put more effort into it. By the time she'd finished I was a screaming wreck but JeanPaul just smiled and while I was still held down, forced his prick into my arse and buggered me as hard as he could. Cook apologised and said that I didn't deserve as many as she'd had to give me and told Josie to do what she could to ease my pain. We had guests in the house for the next two days and they demanded my services and delighted in aggravating my soreness by squeezing my bottom cheeks. Looking back on it, I think it was that thrashing that caused me to abort my second child and never to become pregnant again.'

Chloe paused in her tale and seeing it was growing quite late and I had a rigid erection, I asked, "How then did you escape and get back to England?"

'On what proved to be the last of his smuggling trips, JeanPaul and his crew were waylaid and he and three men were shot dead. My father who was also with them was mortally wounded from a bullet from JeanPaul's pistol because he believed father had laid on a trap for them. He survived a few weeks and in that time he was able to contact an admiral he knew who arranged for a frigate to go to the chateaux. We awoke one morning to canon fire from the frigate sailing in the bay. Maurice came for me and took me first to his home where he took some of his mother's clothes and made me dress and then we went a little beyond the chateaux walls and into the hills which we deemed safer. Other villages did the same. From there we could watch the scene below us. Under a barrage of canon fire, boats of armed seamen in bright uniforms rowed ashore and soon after several of the dockside workers came running in all directions looking for me. "They want you Chloe. They want to take you back to England," one of the told me when I was found.

"Come with me Maurice," I pleaded. "You've kept me safe and I'll protect you. We'll say we secretly married and you are my husband." Without hesitation he agreed, "Where you go princess, I go also." No one ever questioned that I was not married to Maurice and when father died a few days after my return, I inherited the estate and we've lived there ever since. I like to think that I am kinder to my servants now and they seem genuinely pleased to work for me. Maurice still allows me to have an extra prick or two as long as he can dip his into other maidens but for the most part we are faithful to each other.' Chloe suddenly shook her head and looked at me aghast for a few moments. "You bastard," she swore and then laughed, "My God, that's some powerful force you have Joshua. Not a word from you about my not being married Thomas or I'll have your balls on a plate for breakfast." Thomas silently nodded. All of us were deeply affected by the tale of her suffering although it was many years prior to her telling us.

I did take Chloe to bed that night and she was a great lover. Beatie also took a turn with her and enjoyed the experience. Apologies are due to the reader for the length of this tale but it did make a very deep and clear impression on my mind. Perhaps it was the most moving event the ring produced in all the time I wore it.