[fumetto] Outlander timetraveller Claire Fraser in the hands of King Louis XV

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Claire in the hands of King Louis XV

To the prehistory

The young nurse Claire devotedly cared for injured soldiers during the Second World War and found peace in a constant married life with her husband Frank. During a vacation in Scotland she is transported back in time by stepping on a magical stone circle and lands in the year 1743. A chain of events forces her to marry the Scottish fighter Jamie. Emotions soon develop between the two and Claire is caught between her future life and the adventure of the 18th century. Claire is compassionate but medically ruthless, with a quick tongue that tends to get her into trouble.

Season 2 (Book 2: Dragonfly in amber)
Claire and Jamie arrive in France with one goal: to subvert the Jacobite rebellion led by Prince Charles Edward Stuart. They are determined to end the Battle of Culloden by doing this. But they are faced with a world that is alien to both of them. The French aristocracy lives dissolute and free from all morals - in this society it depends on who has mastered the game of intrigue, serious politics hardly play a role here. Knowing the future, Claire and Jamie want to change the course of history so that their beloved Scotland as they know it can survive. This responsibility is a burden that will test their relationship.

Series 2, Episode 7 “Faith”

Claire's husband, Jamie Fraser, was jailed for a banned duel in the Bastille and, his life now depends on the French king, who has strictly forbidden duels. Claire visits mother Hildegard so that she can give her an audience with the king, since she was his father's goddaughter. During this conversation, Claire tells that after learning the reasons for his betrayal, she was still angry with Jamie, but that he was also the father of her child. Mother Hildegard also tells Claire that the king will almost certainly demand sex in return for granting a request, and that the king is known and notorious for his perverted fantasies. Claire is willing to pay that price.

Soon afterwards there is an audience at which the king asks about her two rings. When he learns that one of these belongs to her dead husband, he considers her a loyal person. Claire tries to explain her husband's behavior during the conversation and during the constant touching of the king. In return for her husband's release, King Louis is actually asking for a favor.
What could this favor be?

 

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The characters of Claire Beauchamp and James Frazer belong to the fantasy of Diana Gabaldon and the TV series Outlander produced by Starz. We do not make or intend to make any profit from this story.

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Claire's heart sank as the huge double door leading to the king's private quarters was opened and the butler bowed deeply in front of her, beckoning her in.
The king was dressed casually, in a shirt and knee-length trousers, with a brown silk dressing gown draped around his shoulders, and he was watching her with haughtiness and evident pleasure. Everything had turned out as she had foreseen. His secret services had kept him constantly informed of the movements of Monsieur Frazer, the rough Scottish husband of this precious pearl who was bowing to him. He knew of the rivalry which separated him from that rude English officer who had been introduced to him at court, and whom, to ingratiate himself with the young lady and her haughty husband, he had humiliated before the ladies of the court. It was clear that sooner or later a violent rivalry would break out between those two bulls over that prosperous heifer, on which he too had set his sights. It was enough just to control the two rivals and stop them at the right moment, when one of them had knocked the other out. At that point that young cow would have needed the leniency of the sovereign, which would have been paid at a high price, a price that the charming and reserved Claire Beauchamp, who had never made a name for herself in the salons of the court, would never have been willing to pay in other circumstances.

Claire didn't know exactly what to expect, but the sight that greeted her was somewhat reassuring. His Majesty smiled and motioned for her to stand up by touching her arm with his hand. His hand felt warm –she had unconsciously expected it to be clammy. Claire returned his smile as best she could.
Herr attempt was obviously not very convincing, because he patted her arm kindly and said, ‘You don't need to be afraid of me, dear madam, I don't bite.’
‘No,’she said. ‘Of course not.’



He was much more relaxed than she was. No wonder, Claire thought to herself, after all, he does this all the time. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.
‘Would you like to have a glass of wine with me, madame?’ he asked. They were alone; the wine had already been poured. The glasses glowed like rubies in the candlelight. The room was richly decorated but small, and apart from the table and two chairs with oval backs, it contained only a lavishly upholstered chaise longue covered in green velvet.
‘Please, sit down.’ Louis sat down on one chair and motioned for her to take the other. ‘Now, please,’ he said with a smile, ‘tell me what I can do for you ?’



"Majesty, I have taken the liberty of disturbing you for a serious matter which requires your attention and your intervention."
"Tell me, my dear ... -he replied,
"Your Majesty, ... my husband, James Frazer, was arrested this morning ... now he's locked up in the Bastille and I can't even meet him."
"I have known, Madame. He has violated the law, my law. A grave insult to my person and a dangerous precedent which I cannot tolerate spread among my subjects. By what authority could I govern my people if my foreigners guests prove to be disrespectful of the rules. Monsieur Frazer will have the just punishment that the law provides in these cases. "
Claire's breath broke into a sob as a tear of despair rolled down her cheek: she knew that the penalty for violating the royal decree, which prohibited duels, was her death.
"Your Majesty, I beg you! James is innocent! Yes, that's right, he was arrested while fighting Captain Randall, but he was provoked. You know how sensitive these Scottish nobles are when their honor is at stake ..."
"Scottish nobles ... - sneered Louis - That mass of louts, whose straw from their stables still comes out of their rough shoes and who don't know how to behave at the table ... those ridiculous drunken beggars who have so little consideration for their ... masculinity, from walking around in their funny kilt, like the maids in my kitchens. Yes, yes ... don't make that face, I know everything about what happened in the Wentworth prison between your devoted hubby and his ... English lover. And today's duel will probably be the result of a love refusal that he was unable to tolerate.”
"It is not true Majesty, it is all slander. Captain Randall has persecuted him and continues to do so here in the land of France, despite the protection that His Majesty has so generously granted us. I swear to you Majesty that my husband is innocent!"
"So, Madame Beauchamp, did you ask for an audience to come and insult me, to tell me that I lie? ..."
Claire dropped to her knees crying, begging for more mercy for James, but Louis pulled away, grinning in amusement. Bringing his charming guest down had been easier than expected.

"I beseech you on my knees, Majesty, for the life of my husband. And I will give you all my ... gratitude ... all my ..."
"Get up, Madame Beauchamp - the king interrupted her abruptly - it is not the case that you are on your knees in front of your king, not yet at least ... But we will get there soon, if you can be more condescending and less proud of your husband .... Beauchamp ... Beauchamp ... your surname is French, so ... splendid surname. How would you English say? "Nicefield" I would be really curious to see how "nice" the "field" that is in a certain valley of your body really is. And, if your surname is French, then that "field" somehow belongs to me, since I'm the king of France. "



Claire blushed with shame. She knew that she would have to pay a humiliating price to win freedom for James, but until the end she had hoped that her status as a noble woman and as a foreigner would protect her from the obscene pretensions of the sovereign, who had no peace until he managed to conquer every young beauty who came to court. Looking around the room, she knew immediately where the king wanted to lead her, taking advantage of her position of power: it was no coincidence that Louis had wanted to receive her in her bedroom.
She attempted a last ditch effort to preserve her honor as a woman and that of her husband.
"Majesty, - she said with a trembling voice - I am a married woman ..."
"Precisely, Madame: then make sure not to be promoted soon "widow". You know, we have some interesting works of merciful assistance for young women who find themselves in this sad condition: women without a man to be able to them. I myself entrust many of these young women, whose cold bed is no longer warmed by the body of a husband, to the convent I founded just outside Versailles and I often go to visit them, especially in the evening, out of sight. But to do any of them wrong, I let my guards and my grooms accompany me: you will have to see how those young ... fillies tremble at the sight of a well-endowed black stallion; how they whimper at the beginning and how they scream at the end, when they find the warmth of a cock of ... generous dimensions inside all their orifices at the same time ... Like any good shepherd I take care of these poor lost sheep ... sheep ... yes ... this is my favorite position.." He laughed amused at the horror that could be seen on Claire's face.



"And now, my dear, the time has come to show your precious merchandise a little. Come on, start by showing me your large breasts, which you put on so well at the last reception at the court, but never let yourself be approached by me, to let me better admire the two tasty strawberries that grow on top of your sweet secret garden .. "

 

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‘Tell me, ma chère Madame,’ hefinally said, ’if I fulfil your request and release yourhusband...’ He paused and thought.
‘Yes?’
‘He would have to leave France,’ Louis said, raising his bushy brows as if inwarning. ‘That would be a condition of his release.’
‘I see.’ Claire felt that her pounding heart was drowning out his words. That Jamie should leave France was, after all, the point. ‘But he was banished from Scotland...’
‘I think that can be settled,’ the king replied


‘Your husband is my prisoner. What would you do to secure his freedom?’
Claire replied without hesitation, ‘Anything.’
“Anything,” Lois replied, “Well,we shall see.”

‘First, I would like to know if it is worth releasing Monsignore Fraser for his terrible crime, therefore Madame Fraser, show me that you are worth it.’

‘Your Majesty, I am a woman of honour, I beg you, not to humiliate me.’

‘Well, Madame Fraser, Jamie’swell-being is in your hands: it is enough for me to nod and he will be hung from the gallows, but it is also possible to punish him with a much slower and more agonising death: would you like to assist?’

Claire shuddered at the thought of Jamie suffering. She couldn’t bear the idea of him being hurt, not again. She would do anything to protect him, anything to keep him safe. Even if it meant sacrificing her own honor, her own body.

“I am in your hands, Your Majesty,”she said softly, her eyes locked on his. “Do with me as you will.”

A slow, triumphant smile spread across Louis’s face, and he reached out to cup her cheek in his hand. Histouch was gentle, almost loving, and yet it sent a shiver of revulsion through her. This was the man who held Jamie’s life in his hands. This was the man she had to please if she wanted to save her husbaand.


“My dear,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “You are so very beautiful. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at the Palace, walking through the halls like a goddess from the ancient times. And now, here you are, offering yourself to me. It’s more than I could have ever hoped for.”



Claire felt a lump form in her throat as the king’s fingers trailed down her neck, slipping beneath the neckline of her gown to tease the swell of her breast. She knew what was coming, knew what he wanted from her. And she knew she had no choice but to give it to him.


She closed her eyes, trying to block out the image of the king’s face, trying to pretend it was Jamie touching her instead. But it was no use.


“First, I would like you to show me your breasts, which you openly displayed at the reception at my court. Show me your treasures, madame Fraser.


Claire felt her face flush with shame and embarrassment as the king's words washed over her. She couldn't believe what he was asking of her, couldn't believe that she wa sactually considering it. But then she thought of Jamie, locked away in some dark, dank cell, awaiting his fate. She thought of the pain and the suffering he had already endured, and the thought of him enduring any more was just too much to bear. She had to do this. She had to save him, no matter the cost to herself.

With trembling hands, Claire reached up and began to unlace the front of her gown. The king watched her intently, his eyes dark with desire, as she slowly exposed the creamy white skin of her breasts. She felt a rush of cool air against her heated flesh, and she couldn't help but shiver slightly.

“There,” she said softly, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes. “Are you satisfied now?”

The king's eyes raked over her exposed flesh, drinking in the sight of her full, round breasts. He reached out a hand and cupped one of them gently, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. Claire bit back a gasp of pleasure, hating herself for responding to his touch.



“Beautiful,” he murmured, leaningin close to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck. “So very beautiful.”



Claire closed her eyes, trying to focus on the feel of his hands on her body. She tried to pretend that it was Jamie touching her, Jamie kissing her, Jamie whispering sweet nothings in her ear. But it was no use.



The king's touch was too unfamiliar,too rough. She could feel the callouses on his hands.

‘Perfect, madam, just perfect.’Louise twirled Claire's nipples with his fingers, causing her to moan repeatedly.



“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Sire. I’ll do anything you ask. Just please, don’t hurt him.”

Louis chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. “Oh, my dear,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt him. At least, not any more than I’m going to hurt you.”



Claire’s eyes flew open, and she stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

The king smiled, a cold, cruel smile

‘Ah.’ He rose, throwing off his dressing gown, which had been carelessly tossed over the back of anarmchair. He held out his hand with a smile. ‘Très bien ma chère.Then let's go.’

Claire closed her eyes for a moment, praying that her knees wouldn't give way. She wanted to run, to escape this place. But she knew there was no other way.

She took the king's hand. To her surprise, the king did not lead her to his chamber, but to a door at the far end of the room.



In the split second he released her hand to open this door, the Englishwoman saw with icy clarity what her sovereign was about to do. The king led Claire into a brightly illuminated torture chamber from the Middle Ages, at the sight of which the woman's blood froze in her veins. She wanted to turn around on the spot, but two bulky men in a hooded cloaks barred her way and forced her to face the opposite direction with a little pressure.



Before her eyes lay a torture rack, an iron cage, and a multitude of stakes and sticks, chains hanging fromthe ceiling and hooks on the walls. A wooden horse, an executionblock, an iron virgin, a pear for women, and pliers stood next to each other.

Louis approached Claire from behind and tenderly touched her back, ‘Oh, have no fear, Madame. This chamber is for me and my lady friends to indulge our darkest lust. I have no intention of spoiling your truly flawless body. There will be a few welts on your body when our deal is complete, but I promise you I will do no lasting harm.’ At these words, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, and with a soft but firm voice, she replied, ‘Oh Your Majesty, I beg you to complete our business in a more agreeable atmosphere. I would prefer a soft bed very much to this chamber of horror, and I will thank you for it with all my body.’ At these words, she took her firm, shapely breasts and pushed them up and downunder King Louis’s attentive gaze.

Somewha tdisgruntled, the king replied, “Madame Fraser, I am afraid I must refuse you this request. Ever since I saw you at the ball, I have dreamt of seeing you naked and in chains at my mercy. And don’tmake me go after the various charges of witchcraft that have been made against you. It would be a shame if I had to summon a man of God. I am sure he would have no problem hurting you badly. You wouldn’t want that.” Now the woman understood the situation she was in. The French king was all-powerful at this time. A single word from him would be enough to do away with her. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and no one would help her.



Claire closed her eyes and began to pray. She was a strong, modern woman who had lived through two wars, but in this situation, she was as helpless as a child. Her only hope was that the king would release her husband after fulfilling his dark desires. Claire was a very beautiful, well-proportioned woman with an excellent body that made many men jealous. Her full, round breasts with their large, pink areolas andher firm buttocks were an irresistible attraction for any man. Louis had been aroused since he first saw her at the ball. But it was not just her body that attracted him. It was her voice, her personality ,her scent, everything about her. His desire to possess her was so strong that it had not allowed him to sleep in peace for several days. But now the French king wanted something else from Claire.

He wanted to see her as a submissive, helpless woman. He wanted her to beg him for mercy before he fulfilled his most perverse fantasies.

 

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King 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!’



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.

 

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‘Your breasts are are quite magnificent, Madame,’ he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. ‘I do believe they deserve a special kind of attention, don't you?’

Without waiting for a response, he reached for a small vial of oil that sat on a nearby table. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, he beganto massage it into Claire’s breasts, his touch both soothing and arousing. The oil cooled the burning skin, providing a welcome relief from the pain of the crop, but it also heightened her sensitivity, making her acutely aware of every movement of his hands. The king's fingers kneaded and squeezed, his palms sliding over her nipples, which hardened beneath his touch. Claire bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape her.

‘Your skin is like silk, Madame,’ Louis whispered, his voice low and husky. ‘And your breasts... they are truly a work of art.’

As he continued his ministrations, Claire could feel her resolve crumbling. The pain was fading, replaced by a growing sense of desire. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as the king’s hands worked their magic. His lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone, and then lower, until he was licking and sucking at her oiled breasts. She couldn't help but moan, her hips moving involuntarily as the pleasure built within her. The king's touch was skilled, and he knew exactly how to bring her body to life.

The king stepped back, admiring the sight before him. Claire stood trembling, her breasts glistening with oil, her nipples hard and erect. A flush spread across her chest, a combination of arousal and the lingering effects of the crop. Louis smiled, a predatory glint in his eye.

‘Beautiful,’he breathed. ‘Absolutely beautiful. Now, Madame, it's time for you to fulfill the final part of our agreement. You will give me pleasure, otherwise I will have to involve the somewhat grim gentlemen in our little game, and I'm sure you don't want that. These gentlemen are masters of torture and have turned even the most ferocious wildcat into a docile kitten. Have I made myself clear?’

Claire was now aware that it was no longer just about Jamie's life; she was at the mercy of this monstrous king. What else did heh ave in store for her? The thought made Claire shudder all over.

"Very well,mademoiselle. I can work with that.’ The king reached for her hand. When Claire resisted, she saw a grim look on Louise's face, so she took the king's extended hand and let him lead her to the next chamber of the dungeon.



Without warning, Claire was taken by surprise when her hands were bound behind her back, and the connecting chain was attached to the neck chain that had been around her neck for quite some time now as a sign of her submission. The king pulled her into the next room, a good distance behind the masked man and the king himself.

The king was clearly enjoying the power he held over Claire, reveling in the fear and vulnerability that radiated from her. He took pleasure in her suffering, knowing that every moment of discomfort and humiliation she endured brought him closer to his goal.

As they entered the next chamber, Claire couldn't help but wonder what awaited her there. She had already endured so much, but she knew that the king's appetite for cruelty was insatiable. She steeled herself for whatever lay ahead, knowing that she had no choice but to endure it.

The king's grip on her hand tightened as he led her further into the dungeon, each step taking her deeper into the depths of depravity and despair. Claire's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.



She knew that shehad to endure what ever the king threw her way, no matter how painful or degrading. Her husband's freedom depended on it, and she was determined to see it through, no matter the cost. With a deep breath, Claire steeled herself for what lay ahead, ready to face whatever the king had in store for her. The ordeal was far from over, but she was prepared to do whatever it took to save Jamie. She only hoped that she would emerge from this nightmare with her sanity intact. But right now, in the face of the king's sadistic desires, that seemed like an impossible task.

Claire's world had been turned upside down in an instant. One moment, she was a respected healer on the brink of a promising future with her beloved husband, Jamie. The next, she found herself ensnared in a dangerous game of politics and deception, her fate hanging precariously in the balance.


The King's proposition had caught her off guard, leaving her reeling with shockand disbelief. But as the weight of her circumstances settled upon her, Claire realized that she had little choice but to comply with his demands. The thought of Jamie languishing in a dank, disease-ridden prison cell was too much to bear. She could not stand idly by while he suffered, not when she had the power to secure his freedom.


The next room was larger than the previous one, and it was filled with an assortment of strange and frightening devices. Claire's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her, her mind racing with thoughts of what the king had in store for her.

In the center of the room stood a large, wooden frame, its surface scarred and stained with the evidence of countless victims who had suffered within its confines. Claire's heart raced as she realized that this was where she would be subjected to her next ordeal. The mere sight of it filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread. But she knew that she couldn't turn back now. She had to push through her fear and do whatever it took to secure Jamie's release. With a sense of grim determination, Claire steeled herself to face whatever lay ahead. No matter how terrifying it might be, she was ready to endure it all.

As Claire was led towards the wooden frame, her heart pounded in her chest. She knew that whatever awaited her there would be painful and degrading, but she was determined to endure it. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and prepared herself to face the next stage of her ordeal.

The king's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he watched Claire's trepidation. He reveled in her fear and suffering, knowing that her pain was his power. With each step she took towards the wooden frame, Claire felt a sense of dread building inside her.

But she refused to let her fear consume her. Instead, she focused on the task at hand, knowing that she had to endure whatever lay ahead if she wanted to save Jamie. With a determined spirit, Claire steeled herself against the coming ordeal, ready to face it head-on.

With a quick tug,the king removed Claire's knickers and finally chained her hands and feet in the room. When Claire resisted for a moment, the king's grim servant arrived and the young woman immediately resigned herself to her fate.

Slowly, almost in slow motion, he grabbed Claire's arms and legs and put them in iron chains, which he then fastened to the wall. Louis's excitement was clearly palpable.



Finally, he pulled the chain around Claire's neck closer and closer to his private parts, and Claire already knew what the king expected of her.

 

[fumetto]

Despite her revulsion, she realized that she would have to submit to this degrading act if she wanted any hope of freeing Jamie.
As the king drew Claire closer, his grip on the chain tightened around her neck. She felt a suffocating pressure as he pulled her head towards his crotch, making it impossible for her to resist. The humiliation of being forced to perform this intimate act in front of the king was overwhelming, but Claire knew that she had no choice. But then, the king reached for a pair of pincers. Claire's heart sank as he brought them closer to her breasts. With a cruel gleam in his eye, Louis gripped one of the metal instruments, opening and closing its jaws menacingly close to her face. The cold, unyielding metal seemed to mock her, its sharp edges promising pain beyond measure.

“What do you think these pliers were used for, my dear?” the king asked,his voice dripping with sadistic glee. Claire could hardly breathe ,her mind racing with horrific possibilities.

“I-I'm no tsure, Your Highness,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

Louise leaned closer, his breath hot on her ear. “They were used to pierce the flesh of criminals before their tongues were cut out,” he whispered, his words sending shivers down her spine.“Or to sever their fingers, one by one. But tonight, I shall use them to teach you a lesson you will never forget.”

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Claire nodded, her eyes wide with terror. She watched in horror as the king picked up the tongs and slowly, agonizingly slowly, placed her left nipple between the cold metal jaws. With deliberate cruelty, he began to squeeze.

Claire bit back a scream, her body tensing against the pain. She tried to pull away, but the king held her fast, his grip unyielding. The pressure on her sensitive flesh was excruciating, and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

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Sweat beaded on her skin as Louis continued to tighten the tongs, his face a mask of twisted pleasure. He reveled in Claire's suffering,drinking in every whimper and gasp that escaped her lips. The pain was unbearable, and yet he showed no mercy, determined to break her spirit completely.

Claire's nipple throbbed with agony as the king's cruel game continued. Each squeeze of the tongs sent waves of pain coursing through her body, and she struggled to maintain her composure. But Louis was relentless, driven by a lust for power and control that knew no bounds. He would stop at nothing to assert his dominance over her.

The king's sadistic pleasure was palpableas he tightened the tongs around Claire's nipple. Each excruciating squeeze elicited a gasp of pain from the helpless woman, fueling his twisted desires. Claire's body trembled with agony, but Louis showed no sign of relenting. He was determined to push her to the brink of endurance, reveling in every moment of her suffering.

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Suddenly,the king released the tongs, causing Claire to gasp in relief. Buther respite was short-lived, as Louis quickly moved to her right breast. With a cruel smile, he repeated the agonizing process, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Claire writhed in pain as the king tortured her sensitive flesh. The tongs felt like instruments of pure torture, squeezing and pinching with merciless precision. Her nipples throbbed with a sharp, burning sensation that seemed to radiate throughout her entire body.

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Despite her efforts to remain silent, Claire couldn't stifle her cries of pain. Each twist of the tongs elicited a whimper or a gasp, and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably. The king drank in her misery, his excitement growing with each moment of her torment.

Louise tightened the tongs one last time, his face contorted with twisted arousal. Claire's body arched in agony, her mind consumed by waves of unbearable pain. But even as she cried out, the king showed no mercy. He held her fast, savoring every moment of her humiliation and suffering.

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Finally, afterwhat seemed like an eternity, Louis released his grip on Claire's tortured breasts. She slumped against the wall, her body shaking with sobs. But the king was far from finished with her. With a wicked glint in his eye, he reached for another instrument of torture, eager to inflict further pain upon his helpless victim. Claire's ordeal was only just beginning, and she knew that she would have to endure unimaginable agonies before the night was over.

 

[fumetto]

So the king ordered her "now suck my cock and do it good, or you will regret it, i swear"



Claire’s stomach turned violently at his command, the crude words striking her like a physical blow. The threat in his voice was low and vibrating, promising agony far worse than the pinch of the pincers if she dared to refuse or falter. She knew with a terrifying certainty that he would make good on his promise; he was the King, and she was nothing more than a plaything to him.

Bound as she was, she had no means of escape. The iron collar held her head high, forcing her to look at him. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she forced them back, blinking them away. She had to survive this. For Jamie.



With a trembling breath, Claire leaned forward, closing the distance between them. She tried to summon a sense of detachment, to treat this as a medical procedure or a nightmare she would soon wake from, but the heat of his skin and the scent of him were inescapable. She opened her mouth and obeyed, her movements clumsy and hesitant at first. The king groaned above her, his hand tangling painfully in her hair, guiding her with a roughness that made her gag.



She fought to suppress her body's instinct to recoil, forcing herself to continue despite the humiliation that scorched through her veins. The king's grip in her hair tightened like a vise, guiding her movements with a rough, demanding rhythm that allowed for no protest. Every muscle in her body was taut with the effort of remaining compliant, her chains rattling softly with each involuntary motion. She focused her mind on a single, burning image: Jamie's face. It was the only shield she had against the degradation of the moment, the only way to keep her soul from shattering under the weight of the King's lust.

Louis threw his head back, a guttural sound of satisfaction escaping him as he watched the proud, beautiful woman kneeling at his feet. He derived as much pleasure from her submission and the tears she stubbornly refused to let fall as he did from the physical act itself. To him, this was not just about gratification, but about the total subjugation of her will. He thrust forward with increasing urgency, his breathing growing ragged, knowing that every second of this torment was carving a permanent mark of his ownership upon her, regardless of her devotion to her husband.

The cold threat regarding Jamie’s fate cut through Claire like a blade, erasing any remaining hesitation. The thought of Jamie suffering, perhaps even dying, because she failed to satisfy this monster’s vanity was unbearable. She steeled herself, pushing down her revulsion and nausea with a ruthless efficiency born of desperation.

She obeyed, summoning the will to move her tongue against him, applying the pressure and attention he demanded. The king’s grip in her hair tightened, his breathing becoming erratic as he felt her compliance deepen. He watched her from above, his eyes half-closed in lascivious pleasure, seemingly satisfied that he had broken her spirit enough to make her perform so eagerly for his sake.

Every flick of her tongue was a sacrifice, a piece of her dignity offered up on the altar of her husband's survival. She focused intently on the task, trying to dissociate her mind from the reality of what her mouth was doing, telling herself that this was simply a procedure she had to endure. The chains clinked softly with her movements, a grim accompaniment to the king's growing groans of satisfaction. She would do whatever he asked, no matter how degrading, as long as it meant Jamie would live.



The taste and the sheer intimacy of the act were suffocating, making Claire gag reflexively, but she forced herself to suppress the urge. The king's hand in her hair was a vice, guiding her rhythm with rough insistence, leaving her no control over the pace or depth. She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the sight of the man who held her husband’s life in the balance, and instead summoned the memory of Jamie’s voice. It was a slender thread to hold onto, but it was the only thing keeping her from shattering completely under the weight of the degradation. She became an instrument of his pleasure, moving with a practiced obedience that her nurse’s training allowed her to feign, detaching her mind from the raw humiliation of the reality.

The sudden stinging slap against her cheek brought Claire violently back to reality. The wet impact shocked her senses, leaving a trail of heat and humiliation on her skin. She gasped, her eyes flying open to see the king looming over her, his expression one of impatience and cruel entitlement.

"I said try harder, Madame," Louis growled, his hand still tangled tightly in her hair, preventing her from pulling away. "Or do you wish to explain to your husband why you were too proud to save his life?"

The Scottish highlands dissolved from her mind, replaced by the cold, damp stone of the king's chambers and the overwhelming, cloying scent of him. Claire’s heart hammered against her ribs, a mix of fear and a rising, desperate anger. She couldn't let Jamie die. She wouldn't. Steeling herself against the revulsion that threatened to choke her, she forced her body back into motion, leaning forward with renewed, frantic effort to satisfy the king's brutal demands, hoping beyond hope that this nightmare would soon end.

Desperate to end the ordeal and ensure Jamie's safety, Claire forced herself to comply with the King's brutal demands. She suppressed her gag reflex and fought back the nausea rising in her throat, focusing entirely on the mechanical task at hand to detach her mind from the reality of the degradation. Louis groaned with increasing volume, his fingers digging painfully into her scalp as he guided her movements, treating her with no more gentleness or consideration than a common tavern wench. The chains securing her wrists to the neck collar jingled with every forced motion, a mocking reminder of her absolute helplessness and the complete control he wielded over her body and fate.



The King's breathing grew ragged and shallow, his hips thrusting forward with a selfish urgency that cared nothing for Claire's comfort or dignity. He watched her from above, his eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and triumph, clearly reveling in the power he held over the beautiful, desperate woman. The wet, obscene sounds of the act filled the silent chamber, amplifying Claire's shame, but she buried her face in the task, willing it to be over. She thought of Jamie waiting in the darkness of the Bastille, his life hanging by a thread, and used that image to endure the final, frantic moments of the King's pleasure.