Note- Number One European porn star of the nineties Sarah Young in her middle years as a time traveller. Kudos to Eric Stanton and Bill Ward, bondage illustrators from the sixties for the inspiration.
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Doctor Ann McGregor looked from one monitor to another, General Kirk looked over her shoulder with a grave look.
"Any luck?"
"Yes, I have Sarah's vital signs, everything normal, maybe blood pressure up slightly. Looks like she has materialised in a French ChΓ’teau, maybe November 1770."
"Any visual or audio?"
"Working on it now."
Project Tic Toc was a Government funded idea to build a device so that time travel could be achieved, and thus the Time Tunnel had been constructed. Not yet finished a former adult actress now learned in Biochemistry from England had taken it upon herself to test it by leaping into the cylindrical hallway and crossing into the vortex. Now the English woman was lost in a swirling maze of past ages.
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Sarah Young had no idea where she had arrived, or when. All she knew was that the cold air and foreboding atmosphere gave her a chill down her spine. This was not a good place. A storm could be heard in the distance, the rolling thunder made the place more menacing. Candles flickered all around and Sarah studied herself for the first time. She looked at her hand and perceived a feather duster in her fist. On further study the busty former porn star appeared to be in the attire of a French maid. A short sleeved cotton black dress with a short ruffled hem was under a white apron. The enormous, jutting bust had a scoop neck and her ample bosom swelled the front of the dress to nearly bursting. Her luscious slender legs were in black stockings with garter belts at the top, her mane of dark hair was up in a white floppy hat. Travel in the time tunnel had the unique effect of acclimatising Sarah to which ever period she arrived in.
"Maid! Come here at once!"
A loud voice commanded her to go forward from a stone door in the corner of the room which she suspected was some kitchen area. Sarah almost stopped breathing as she walked over and came face to face with a stern looking woman in a long dress, her hair piled up on her head. She pointed to a pile of broken china on the floor.
"Are you responsible for this, wicked bitch?"
Sarah felt her palms slightly sweaty despite the chill in the air.
"No, not me." She said softly.
"Not me, Madame!"
"Sorry, Madame."
"Lying slut!" Pierre."
A medium sized man entered the kitchen, with an ugly face and a vicious smile.
"See here Monsieur, the new servant girl has done some mischief. And she lied about it too."
Pierre looked Sarah up and down. She was astonishingly attractive with big brown eyes, small red lips and white teeth. Her hair looked big and ruffled with some loose curls down either side of her strong jaw. Her two rounded buttocks protruded nicely and her magnificent breasts seemed to defy gravity.
"She must learn in this Castle that mischief is punished!"
Immediately the surprised brunette was made to bend over the table, and the woman went to the other side and held her wrists firmly against the far edge.
"But Madame, it wasn't me, I only just got here!" Sarah protested.
The brute came behind the helpless English woman and lifted her maids dress up all the way to the waist so that her lower body was covered only by her white petticoat. Sarah felt the cold air as this was also lifted and her bare bum exposed. She could not see over her head as she was pinned to the table, but heard the swish of a birch through the air. The man hit her right across the buttocks, the whip biting into her soft flesh.
"Aaaagh!" She screamed loudly.
Her head went up and lost the hat as she held her breath in shocking pain. The birch left red stripes on the white buttocks as three more blows came down on her naked ass.
"Enough!"
A tall man with a dark complexion stood in the threshold dressed in satins, his hair back in a ponytail under a powdered white wig. Sarah raised her head with gritted teeth to gaze at the man with the booming voice and piercing eyes.
"Marquis! My Lord!"
"Prey what do I perceive here? Explain!"
The man held his birch in mid air, then lowered his arm.
"Trouble with the servant girl my Lord. I chose to deal with her accordingly."
"Do you forget whose roof is over your head? Am I not the Marquis De Sade? Rise wench, I command thee."
Sarah was let up and she lowered her dress over her stinging derriere and curtsied. The Marquis De Sade! This could be ominous she thought.
"Bring her to the library at once."
Sarah was half walked, half dragged by the elbows up some stairs to a large airy room. De Sade sat in a big backed chair, deep in thought.
"Leave us." He dismissed the kitchen staff and studied the figure of Sarah with his hands clasped together.
He rang a bell which he picked up from the small table by his left side and momentarily a tall woman entered, a staccato sound of heels echoed on the stone floor. Sarah looked at the breath taking black haired woman encased in erotic highly polished black leather. A tightly cinched corset held her torso in a vice like grip, her heavy watermelon sized breasts were bared and the nipples rose up erect. Her arms were tightly sheathed to the elbows in kid gloves. Her long legs were in magnificent black leather boots with four inch heels.
"It appears we have a new toy in our midst my Lady. I had no idea such a handsome creature as this harlot was under our roof."
The sultry vixen eyed up the nervous Sarah and came closer.
"Singularly handsome to be sure. An admirable figure, admirable."
The woman loomed over Sarah's five feet three frame and she felt a gloved hand on her left thigh. Her pulse raced as the hand crept upward pinching her flesh as it went.
De Sade licked his lips as he watched his temptress slide a forefinger up to Sarah's quim and dip into the sensitive treasure of her bald inner lips. Sarah moaned to the touch and couldn't help but part her thighs to let two fingers jam up into her moistening pussy. Suddenly her dress was ripped at the bosom and buttons flew all over. Her mountainous boobs hung out as the dress lay in tatters on the floor and she covered them with crossed arms. He devoured every inch, every curve of her stunning beauty as he sat upright. Impossibly large breasts hung out over such a tiny waist. Her abdomen rounded nicely and her hipbones converged in a V that led to her tuft of brown pubes over shaven lips.
"You see my little trollop, I have a fetish, a uncontrollable desire for the flesh, a penchant for fantasies of discipline. I enjoy seeing nothing more than beautiful females punished, It is what brings me to climax. This is my realm, I am the absolute master. And you are just what I need to wile away a boring weekend. Now crawl over here."
Sarah was pushed to her knees and forced toward his chair. The sadist removed his britches and his erect cock bobbed up onto his pale stomach.
"On my lap, if you please."
Sarah, now naked save for her black stockings laid across the mans knees, her ass exposed and raised. His hand came down and smacked her soft buttocks with a loud crack. The second made her catch her breath sharply, he had a strong arm she discovered. He showered blows onto her poor bottom, a cheek at a time. Left, right, left, first one, then the other, and Sarah squirmed on his lap. His erect cock smacked against her midriff as she rocked on him, and she could hear his obscene hot breaths close to her ear.
She knew her cheeks must be glowing red by now, and an unmistakable tingling began in her loins. More blows came in quick succession and Sarah winced and squeezed her eyes shut. De Sade stopped spanking and caressed a sore cheek and then cupped the wet cunt. He let a finger find her slit and flicked at the wetness.
"Splendid, the shrew doth weep in the cunt. Madame Justine, let us to the dungeon."
The lady rang the bell and a hooded male servant entered and between them they bundled the bewildered Sarah down the stone stairs.
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They emerged in a windowless prison with straw and numerous apparatus that gave Sarah chills. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere and a putrid smell hung over like a noxious cloud. De Sade, now naked in just his wig sat on a podium fit for a Nobleman. A glass of red wine in his right hand.
"Let us begin the entertainment. Jean, the chains."