Chapter 1

The Château is quiet. Too quiet. The sound of my carriage rolling over the cobber stones echoes off the trees that line the path way to the house. This is to be my new home. A home with a man I don't know.

I have heard things about him as I sat in on teas, too young to understand the talk, but old enough to be there. The handsome Marquis de Couvray, with the body of a stallion and a mind that has yet to be challenged. I have also heard of his way with women. How he treats them as I would treat a ball gown, once it is used and seen, it is tossed aside.

And now I am to be his wife. I must admit, it is a girl's dream to marry a man with a title and power. However, I am fresh, new in my session and my father is the reason, not my charms. He was in debt to Couvray and I am the only piece of property my father can use. I was packed up and sent to the Marquis. When I am in his home, the debt is considered repaid.

The carriage stops and I am assisted out and to the door. It is opened and I am shown straight to his office. The heavy wooden doors are shut behind me and I am left to face my new husband. We are not married in the eyes of the court, but on paper, I am his.

"Stand up straight, your eyes cast down but your chin up." He says.

I stand straight, my years of ballet shining through. I stand gracefully, one leg slightly behind the other, though he can't see it.

He circles about me, his large hands adjusting an arm here, and my head there. His touch is warm but his purpose is also there in his grip.

"More than what I expected." He says when he is finished. "Your arms are firm; your neck is long yet, not too thin or thick." He stands behind me and begins to untie my dress.

"Marquis!" I cry out, soon followed by a quick slap of his hand across my cheek.

"Do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Marquis."

He continues what he has set out to do. Soon I am standing before him in my corset. It was a fancy one my father had given me before I left. He told me to wear it on the day I was to meet him.

"I am glad you received my gift." He says, walking to his desk. He pulls out two wooden boxes.

"I have two more gifts." He says. "This is your punishment collar." He pulls out a leather band with a ring and two clamps attached to a thin chain. He straps it about my neck and then attaches the clamps to my nipples. I wince in pain, biting my lip hard enough to make it bleed.

"Now Rebecca, is it that bad?" He says, pulling out a handkerchief and dabs it on my lip. "But you did not cry out. Though this is not the last of your pain. You will feel more than that. And at times, I will want your tears."

"Yes Marquis."

He takes the clamps and collar off and puts it back into its box. He then reaches into the other box and pulls out a gold chain collar with an emerald stud and a ring attached to it.

"This is your around the house collar. You are to wear it, and only it, unless I tell you otherwise." He places it about my neck

"Marquis?"

"Yes?"

"I am to go without clothing about the house?"

"Yes you are. And I have other things that will become your duties. But we shall get to that later. I have but one command."

"Yes Marquis?"

"I want you very wet when I take that maidenhead of yours later today. I will not get you wet, I will use you as I wish. But you must always be wet for me."

"Wet Marquis?" I stare him, unsure by his words.

"Your mother never told you of your duties as wife?"

"She died when I was four Marquis."

He stares at me for a moment before pulling me close and thrusting his hand between my legs.

"There is a spot, my dear virginal wife, that when touched in the right way, will allow your body to create a substance needed for your husband to enter you."

He rubs my private area, my body growing hot from his touch. This feeling is foreign, and I cannot control the urge to thrust my hips forward. He stops and his hands goes even further. He then shows me his fingers. A wet substance glistens on them.

"This is what your body makes. This is what I want dripping from you when I come to you tonight. And I shall also be sending a maid up to your room to remove the hair from your privates. I want you smooth, everyday."

He places his wet fingers to my lips. I know what he wants. I part my lips and allow him to place them in my mouth. He moves his fingers in and out.

"This is what I will be doing to you tonight. Only harder. Now go, you need to be readied for me."

With that, a leash is attached, I am lead out of the study and to my own room. A bath is waiting for me. I am lowered into the warm water and scrubbed.

I am then laid on a sheet on the floor and the maid, a thing not too much younger than I, pushes my legs apart.

"Keep still My Lady. I do not want to cut you or cut off anything." I see her lower the razor and I hold as still as I can, fearful of what could happen if I move.

I lay there for half and hour as she goes over everything she had shaved before.

"There. All smooth. Now My Lady, I need you on your knees with your breast resting on your lap."

"Why?" I ask.

"It's to clean you out."

I bend into the position and feel her spreading my behind apart, I then feel a grease being applied to my hole and then a tube enters me. Fluids fill my insides, and I want to squirm but a pair of strong hands make sure I don't.

"Let us know when you need to go." The maid says and pulls the tube from my rear.

I lay in this position until I feel a pain in my stomach. I push them out of the way and rush to the relive myself. The maid her two male assistants, that I had not noticed before, quietly leave the room.

I am cold, my breast hard, my body shaking. I sit there for twenty minutes, my stomach claimer after the time.

I stand and sit by the fire until I fall asleep. It isn't until I feel myself in water again do I wake up. I am washed again and then dried. My hair is brushed thoroughly and then I am oiled.

The maid leaves the room and I look outside. The sun has set. I turn back to the door when I hear it open. A tray of fruit is brought in. I eat the grapes and the melons, cleaning the plate.

The maid sends the tray out and is given something else in return. She gently turns me about and has me bend over the foot of the bed. My hole is greased again and this time, something solid is inserted. I feel myself stretching, my only discomfort.

"You will fill like you need to go in a bit, but it will pass." The maid says.

Soon enough, I do feel the urge yet it is gone as soon as it comes. She stops and then spreads my legs apart. Another object is inserted in me, but not as deep. I can feel that same urge as before when the Marquis had touched me there. A clamp is attached to the small node at the v of my legs and two to my breast. A chain runs from the prod in my rear, through the one in my vagina, up the node clip to the clamps on my breast. A rod is then placed in my mouth and the chain is attached to it as well.

A leash is attached to the clamps on my nipples and I am lead to a dark room. Torture devices line the walls. Chains, whips, mask. I tremble in fear as the maid leaves and closes the door.

"My, new bride does look beauty in her chains. I hope that plug is working." My husband says, coming behind me.

I feel something hard against my backside. He reaches around in front and between my legs.

"You very wet. Good girl." He takes the leash off of my collar and the chains from the clamps and rods.

He lays me against a wooden rack and chains my wrist and ankles. The table is then laid back and my legs speard even wider.

"Your father did not tell me you were able to have your legs that wide. I see good things for us."

With the rod in my mouth, I cannot say why I am able to do so, or that, for some reason I am becoming hot from his looks on my neither region.

He picks up a strap whip, thick leather strip hanging from the handle. He takes it and taps my still clamped breast. Each hit is harder until I am screaming into the rod, my nipples becoming harder in the clamps, making them tighter. He checks between my legs again.

"You like this, don't you? Having your breast whipped."

He then takes the clamp off my nod and takes to whipping it, my hips rising for each impact. The pain is bitter sweet. I can feel something rising in me, a need for something that only this whip can provide.

My husband notices this and stops.

"Not yet, my little innocent. Not until I have buried my seed in your virginal hole and have it mix with your innocent blood."

With that, he lowered his breeches and ripped the rod from my neither region. In one sure thrust, he filled me, pain blinding me. He thrust into me continuously, the pain beginning to subside. He bites on my breast, as I cry out. I can feel him in me, along with the rod in my rear. The feeling of both is causing me distress. This sensation in my body is strong. I am unsure of what it is. I know that with each of his trust, it makes it stronger.

Soon he is slamming into me, grunting, and biting. Then he thrust into me hard in set as I fill a liquid spill into me. His wild thrust cause something in me to crack. I scream aloud, lifting my hips and him off of the table. This causes him some shock but he continues to thrust into me. Then he props himself up over me and smiles.

I want to smile back but am unable to. Tears of joy fill my eyes as my vagina pulses. I can still feel him in me.

I know that I am for this man. That I am his to do what he wants. He unhooks the shakles about my wrist and ankles.

Immediately, I am at his feet, on my knees my legs spread wide. I still have his seed and my blood on my thighs and I can see it on his rod, as it stands hard and proud before my lips.

He takes the phallus out of my mouth and thrust his number in the thing's place.

"Suck it my little slave." He commands.

I suck hard as he thrusts farther into my mouth, almost causing me to gag. I continue on, wanting to make this man happy. If this is what he wants to be happy, then I must give it to him.

I can taste us both, the mix adding a different and unique flavor. I notice his movements are rough. I continue on until his seed fills my mouth. I want it all and swallow happily. He pulls out and I lick him clean, remembering to get the one drop from the corner of my mouth.

"Stand." He says.

I stand and lower my eyes.

"You are my slave. You belong to me and no other. I may share you with my company, but my pleasure comes first."

"Yes Marquis."

"You shall call me Master when we are like this. Just you and I."

"Yes Master."

My body is becoming wet as he says these things. I know I will always be wet when it comes to him.

"Now on your knees and follow me to the bedroom. I am not done with that tight little innocent body yet."

I am on my knees, following my love, my husband, my Marquis, my Master. My Life.