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The count produced a robe and wrapped it around the girl’s body. Then he escorted her down to the boat that was still docked at the island.

As Sarah looked across the water, she could still see the other boat speeding away and carrying Veronique across the water of the gulf and back to the mainland.

The count put on pants and a loose shirt and then he got into the boat with the girl.

The two of them headed toward the mainland.

"How did you feel when you saw the way that I was treating Veronique?” he asked.

The girl looked down into the murky water as she said; ''Do you want the truth?"

"I am your Master. You must always tell me the truth!" he insisted.

"I felt… jealous, Master," the girl said softly.

"That was to be expected. It is a fault that you will have to get over," he explained.

"Yes, Master," she said, without really meaning it.

As the man navigated across the water, he said. "I am the one who is in charge and I am permitted to do as I please. You must understand that from the outset. Since you are no more than my possession I may also treat you just as I please."

She nodded and sat quietly. Soon, they were on the shore and they were in the black limousine once again. They drove quickly toward the northwest.

As the girl looked at the scenery again, this time with the ocean to her left, she listened as the man said, "You understand that although we come from the north we are a dark race of people. Black hair and black eyes are quite prevalent among the Bretons.

There is something swarthy about us that is similar to the swarthiness of the black Irish!”

He chuckled a little and said, “It is said that perhaps there was a tribe from Africa that came up the Atlantic in the long ago past to mingle with the inhabitants of the northern islands, the people who eventually came to this peninsula to be the Bretons.

“Perhaps that story is true. Perhaps that explains our black hair and eyes. Perhaps that also explains my enormously large cock!”

Once they were in the castle, he led her to the massive chamber that had mirrors on both sides of it. She looked to one side and then to the other as they walked down and she saw herself multiplied many times over.

Robert was speaking to her in a tone that he had never used before. He was gentle as he was explaining things and he was almost speaking to her as if he considered her, for the fleeting moment, his equal in stature.

At the end of the chamber was the family crest. He raised his hand as if he were introducing the coat of arms to the girl and he said, “The family De Morbihan!”

She felt like she should bow in front of the coat of arms. She nodded her head a bit.

“That is a white unicorn rampant on a red field,” Robert explained. “It is a very sensual image, although unicorns only appear to virgins.

"Above the unicorn you will notice that there is a white band with three black ermine spots in the band. What we call the ermine spot is a formation of three dots in a triangle that is over three joined stripes that fan outward."

The man paused to explain. "The weasel turns from dark to white in the winter. Then, when the weather begins to get warm again, he begins to turn dark once more. But he turns dark in patches and it is only the weasel that is killed at the precise time of year that has the correct ermine spots for regal garb.

"That is why the pelts are so valued. The ermine spots, that particular arrangement of black spots and lines on a white background, are the symbol of Brittany.

"We have the three ermine spots on our family crest because we are one of the leading royal families of Brittany. I thought that you should be acquainted with my crest.

"Thank you," the girl said, her eyes transfixed on the crest that was on the wall. She knew that the man had explained all of this to her for a specific reason and she did not know what the reason was.

Then he led her to a hallway that led to a large chamber. She looked around and found that all the walls and the ceiling were covered with mirrors.

"You still have a virgin pussy," he said to the girl. "I promised you my cock when you proved that you were worthy of it. Well… you still have to pass some more tests and you have not been a perfect pupil, but… for the moment, you will do.''

"Thank you, Master!" The girl cried out, exuberantly.

"You will strap this breastplate onto my body!" he commanded the girl.

She looked at the thing as the man peeled off his clothes. She realized that it was similar to the kind of breastplates that Roman gladiators used to wear. But the entire front of it was covered with spikes that were long and sharp.

As she positioned it over the man's chest and then walked around behind him to pull the straps firmly in place, she realized that she would feel those spikes pressing into her breasts.

"On the floor!" he snapped, and the girl immediately got down on her back.

He was standing over her, working his hand back and forth over his thick cock, as he kicked her legs wider apart, spreading them so that he could get at her pussy.

His cock was jutting out completely erect as he stood over the girl. Then he slammed his body down on top of hers and, just as she had feared, she could feel the spikes jabbing into her delicate breasts and leaving sharp indentations in her white flesh.

At the same time she could also feel the man’s cock pressing against her wrinkled pussy lips. She could feel the broad, flared head that was spreading her cunt flesh apart and she then felt the man’s hands working at the cunt slit.

He was pulling the lips apart so that his cock would fit into her hole, but even with the additional help of his hands, he could not really get her cunt wide enough.

Ramming his cock forward into the hot confines of the pussy, he could feel the pussy lips clinging around the sides of his flared cock head.

He tried to work it to one side and then to the other, but he could feel the tightness that was all around him. His fingers pulled on the cunt lips and still they were too tight for him to make any progress into the virgin cunt.

Then the man began to shift his weight from one side to the other. He was bouncing from side to side and the girl could feel the pressure against the different sides of her cunt lips as the cock worked back and forth against her hot hole.

When the man would lean all the way to the right, she would feel his cock head pushing toward the left. Then when he would flip his body so that it was leaning to the left, his thick and hard lance was pushing toward the right side of the girl's body.

The movement of the man's cock inside of the girl's pussy was delightful to her. She had never had anything in her cunt aside from her own fingers and she knew that she had an exceptionally tight twat. With the man's cock working back and forth in her hole she could feel her responsive pussyflesh reacting and wriggling around the invading prong.

Each time the thick and blunt cock head pressed against the left pussy lip, the girl could feel that cunt flesh reacting and pressing back against the cock. Then when the cock head would press against the other pussy slit, the girl's delicate interior flesh would react and press back against that side.

Soon, her cunt was undulating and writhing in reaction to the invasion of the cock.

Robert could feel the change in the girl as well. He was pressing into her body and he could feel the movement of her pussy that was making the cunt a little less tight and was allowing him to work his cock all the way into the confining twat.

He was able to push forward by an additional half inch. Then he could feel the pussy flesh spreading apart as he worked his cock forward another half inch.

It was a slow and arduous progress, but it was worth it to the man since he could feel the moist and warm flesh that was mapped around his invading dick.

As he arched his hips and tried to move his cock a little further forward, he could feel the wall of firm flesh that was right in front of his invading dick.

He looked into the girl's eyes and he knew for certain at that moment that she had not been lying about being a virgin. She smiled softly, knowing that the next thrust of his cock would rip through her hymen and take the virginity that she had saved for so long.

Arching his hips up, he pushed hard against the cherry and with one swift movement he not only pushed right through her hymen, ripping it apart, but he shoved the full length of his ten inch cock into the girl's pussy slit.

He could feel her cunt flesh being spread apart and he was ramming all the way into her. She could feel a hot tingle inside of her body and she was shaking all over.

The blood that had been produced by the ripping of her hymen had been quickly spread all along the length of her inexperienced cunt slit.

She could feel the searing and burning sensation that was scorching against her cunt.

As soon as the man's cock head rammed all the way to the depths of her pussy, he began to quickly pull it back out of her slit, allowing her cunt flesh to collapse again.

And then, as soon as her pussy flesh had shut itself around the hole, the cock pushed forward once more and spread the pussy flesh apart with a vicious shove.

Back and forth the hard cock was moving in the cunt. The girl felt dizzy with the electric thrill of the moment. She could feel the cock that was literally pushing her virgin blood into the walls of flesh that had just been exposed to attack.

The man's hips were moving up and down at a wild tempo. He was working his cock in and out of her vagina and she was thrilled by the movement that was going on.

She had never felt anything like this and she had never even dreamed of a sensation like this. She knew that if all of the degradation she had faced had simply been for the purpose of getting this rough man's big cock up her pussy, then it had been worth it.

The girl arched her hips up so that she could feel even more of the ten inch cock against the delicate flesh that was all the way in the deep recesses of her cunt.

Each time that the man slammed down on the girl's body, pressing his cock all the way into her cunt, he was also pressing his chest down against her breasts, stabbing the long spikes into the delicate flesh of her tits.

She felt one spike piercing right into the center of her nipple, but she was not really conscious of that. She was aware of the cock that was in her pussy and she didn’t want to care about anything else.

The man who was fucking her was enjoying the feeling of the responsive flesh that was inside of the inexperienced cunt. This was the first time that a cock had been there and the moist walls of pussy flesh were writhing around the invader.

Then he reached down and his powerful hands grasped at her fleshy thighs. He pulled her thighs apart and he began to really ram his dick into her pussy.

She could feel the balls that were slapping against the flesh of her thighs and she was enjoying everything that was going on.

Finally, she felt one last slamming of the man’s cock. She could feel the cock head flaring out and pressing against the delicate flesh that was deep in her pussy and she 63

could feel the balls rubbing up against her body as they sent their load of cum up the cock shaft.

There was stillness for a moment and then the girl could feel the man’s cock shooting out hot load after load into her pussy slit.

When that started, the cunt flesh began to wriggle and writhe around the hard dick.

When one particularly scalding load of gism slapped against the pussy flesh, the girl could feel her cunt muscles collapsing in defeat. The thick flesh grasped at the cock and there was a momentary battle.

The moist flesh was attempting to pull at the cock and to keep in deep up the pussy.

But there was no hold for the pussy flesh to catch on the cock. Everything was too wet.

After a long moment while the two of them were caught together in their hot orgasms, the man began to pull out of the girl's hot spent hole.

He got on his back and put his hands behind his head as he said, "Are you happy?"

She looked at his face and said. "If you are happy, then I am happy."

"That is the correct answer," he said in a low voice. "That is the correct thing for a slave to say."

"Master, would you like me to clean your cock off?" she asked.

"Yes," he said in a pleased voice as the girl moved her lips to the filthy cock. She licked at the combination of pussy juice and cock cream and virgin blood, even as she felt that same combination sliding from her cunt lips onto her thighs.

"Would you like your freedom?" he asked her in a soft voice.

In between licking his cock, the girl looked up at the man and said, “Freedom?”

With a little chuckle, he said, “Don't you know what freedom is anymore?”

Sarah was very serious as she said, “I’m really not certain that I could define it.”

“Freedom is that thing which… means that you have to worry about your life. You have to be concerned about possessions and about your identity. When you are free you have to take care of all of the foolish little concerns that trouble you."

The girl thought about that for a moment and then she said, "But, aren’t you free in that sense?”

"Of course," the count replied. “I have to worry about life’s problems. I have to worry about the resources of this estate and matters such as that. But, I am the Count De Morbihan! That is my role in life!”

“Yes, I can see that,” the girl said, her blue eyes flickering around his handsome body.

“When this castle was built they knew the proper way for people to live!” he said in a low voice. “There were royal persons and there were lowly serfs. Life was simple then.

“The serfs would live on the estate of the royal person and all of their needs, their very lives, would depend on the royal pleasure.

“But, don’t you see how perfect that was for all concerned? The serfs never had to worry about a thing! They never had to worry about feeding their children! That was the concern of the royal master who was in charge of their lives.

"And if they died, there was no great tragedy. After all, what was the death of a serf?

What would the death of a slave mean?"

"It would mean that the Master had one less piece of property,” the girl said, giving a frank answer to the rhetorical question that the man had asked her.

He looked her over and said, "And in those days there was no confusion, as there is with you. Everything was clearly defined!"

"Confusion?" she asked. "I don't understand how I constitute a…"

"Don't you see?" he said, raising his voice in an unpleasant way. "There is an extra class today! I am not a student of history, but I suppose that it was the merchant class in another day. It is the middle class today, and you are a member of it."

The girl was silent. She knew that with her father's wealth, she was definitely upper class.

"And that is the whole problem! Your mother is the whole problem!" he snapped.

"My mother?" she cried out. "Wh-what did my mother do?"

"She wed your father!" the man snapped. "If your mother had common blood and had wed your father, then things would have been different. You could have come here and properly groveled at my feet as the serf that you would be.

"But you are a half-breed! It offends my sensibilities to make you a serf in this castle because I know that you have the blood of the house of Morbihan! And yet… I must recognize that because of your mother, that blood has been polluted."

There was silence in the room and then the man said, "Can you see now why I treated you in contempt when you first came here to the castle? It is because of people like you that the royalty of France has gone down to this particular level!"

"People like me?" she asked in a very soft voice.

"It is because of people like your mother who did not recognize their responsibility to maintain, the position of our family and the blood that…" He turned away from the girl and said, "All my life I have regretted living in this century. The people of this time do not have any appreciation of the royalty. We are indeed living with grand illusions."

"Oh, sir," the girl said, touching his arm. “If there is anything that I can do, I…”

He spun around violently and pushed her to the floor as he said, "I am the Master! I will not take your pity and your sympathy! And I will teach you to maintain your place."

"I'm sorry," she said as she fell backwards to the floor. But, the man was in a rage and he was not interested in hearing her apologies.

As he landed on top of her body, she realized that he was still wearing the terrible breastplate that had the metal spikes sticking forward from it.

This time, as the spikes pressed into the girl's boobs, he rubbed his body from side to side so that he would work the metal daggers even further into her flesh.

She gasped as she felt the cold and harsh contact of the metal spikes. Then the man arched his hips up so that he could slam his cock into her pussy slit.

Quickly and roughly he pulled her legs up so that her thighs were across her breasts, squashing down the delicately rounded boobs that were already being battered by the metal spikes that had pressed into them.

With her pussy completely exposed, he shoved his cock all the way into her body.

Sarah realized that he was fucking her cunt in order to hurt her. He was angry with her and he was taking out that anger in the form of a wild fuck. And yet the girl was delighted with the contact of the cock against her pussy flesh.

He was fucking in and out of her slit and she was loving every minute of it. If this was to be her fate as a slave in the Breton castle, then she was happy that she had chosen that role.

Or had she been chosen?

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