The French Affair Boxed Set by Sparks Natasha

Author:Sparks, Natasha [Sparks, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-10-18T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

"I am the Marquis de Sade," said the new arrival in the room.

Normally, if she had found herself in a dungeon strapped to a cross after being drugged, the last person she would like to see was the Marquis de Sade.

However, under the circumstances, Janice was thrilled.

She was all for a good time. And frankly, this whole affair was merely whetting her appetite for sexual adventure. And getting chocolate licked off her by the gorgeous corporal was rather interesting, once she'd recovered her senses.

But, frankly, the sight of Sergeant Debussy’s crooked, brown-blackish erect penis, perhaps with pustules, had dampened things down a bit, and her natural born fears and anxieties were returning. That huge hook on Debussy's left hand did not help one darn bit.

"M’seur! I thank you!" she said. "I fear there is a huge misunderstanding. Yes, I am a friend of General Murat. Indeed I am of lover of the General, and happy of it. But I have not condoned this... this... situation!"

Sade's eyes rolled a bit.

"Idiots," he said. "Idiots?"

"But Murat told us she liked getting drugged, tied up and fucked!" whined Debussy. He had already tucked his detumesced penis back into his pants, Thank God!

"But not twice within twenty-four hours perhaps?

"Well, there is that," said Debussy. "I guess the corporal got a bit excited. Yeah, yeah, and so he suggested we put a little fun into her wine."

Sade's eyebrow, large and dark under his wig, crept up as he turned to look at the corporal.

"And pray tell, corporal--perhaps you've been having a drink or two of wine lately?"

The corporal's eyes were vacant. "In truth, sir, I generally do what the sergeant suggests."

"And the bloody sergeant suggest you keep you damned mouth shut!" screeched Debussy. He was out of sorts and all akimbo. He tucked himself up and looked up at the Marquis de Sade with respect--and perhaps not without fear. "Forgive me, my lord. It seems fortunate that you interrupted us. In truth, I was so taken by this new arrival's beauty and innocence, I could not control myself. I mean, after reading JUSTINE and your other great works, I have been a madman for sex! A madman!"

"Tsk. Tsk. Well then, Debussy. You have gotten the wrong message from my work. And I might say that I wrote it not for you, or your ilk. No, not at all."

The Marquis de Sade looked freshly bathed and manicured. He seemed dressed not in current garb, but with that wig and all, more of pre-French Revolution clothing, what with long cloth coat and such. As he approached Janice now, he exuded a kind of faint flowery smell. Far better a smell than that of a reeking dungeon and stale alcohol that lingered over this whole business.

"What is your name, child?" asked the Marquis de Sade.

"Janice," she said. "Please, just call me Janice."

"Very well, Janice. Now Janice..." He was holding a walking stick, she noticed now, furbished with a gold handle that looked like an angry wolf. He held this up and pointed it, first and at Sergeant Debussy.

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