The Gaunching of Eloise - Sex Stories

The Gaunching of Eloise

Eloise was glad that she was at last settled into a job and able to send a little money back to her parents in Avignon each month. Madame Bergotine treated her well and even allowed her and Marie, another maid who she had befriended, to take the same afternoon off once every few weeks. The Bergotine villa was sited up a valley from the coast so there was no view of the blue Mediterranean from the house itself. On their occasional afternoons off the two young maids enjoyed walking the short distance down to the beach and the little row of fishermen's houses and looking at the sparkling sea and sand dunes from the shade of the pines. Eloise commented to Marie that it was a shame the villa didn't have a sea view such as the humble fishermen enjoyed. Marie, four years Eloise's senior, replied that Madame insisted they were much safer where they were. Safer from the sea? Or from the coarse fishermen? Eloise didn't want to show her ignorance by enquiring further. * * * The Barbary corsairs didn't land at the beach by the village but further west, just after dusk. They were actually creeping silently towards the small mean fishing village from inland when, to their delight, they came upon the villa and its sweeping grounds. Eloise was shocked to be roughly grabbed by the arm and be dragged off her straw mattress. She wasn't given time to get to her feet before being dragged down the steep bare wooden staircase from her attic room. The rest of the household had already been ...

... assembled in various states of dress, or undress, in the ground floor entrance hall while other pirates ransacked the house. Monsieur Bergotine was trying to comfort his weeping wife. As she stared at her mistress's embroidered silk night dress Eloise was self conscious that she was being seen wearing the old threadbare men's shirt she wore at night Then she realised that Marie was stark naked! Monsieur Bergotine was beaten and kicked unconscious, bound with his arms behind his back and left on the floor. The rest of his family and servants had their hands tied behind their backs, were roped together about their necks and led barefoot over the moonlit hills towards the beach where the galliot waited. Annette Cholet, the family's cook, dropped behind, gasping for breath and stumbling as her feet tripped against stones. To Eloise's horror one of the pirates struck her across her back with the handle of the whip he carried,. Despite her pleas he kept striking her, demanding she keep up, but Annette stumbled and fell to her knees. He struck her again and she fell forward . He dropped his whip and ripped the now tattered remnants of her nightdress away from her shoulders and pulled her hair clear of her neck. The sobbing woman didn't see him reach for his scimitar and raise it above her. Eloise looked forward, away from the cook, as the sword fell with a swish. She never looked back and tried to ignore the fact her own feet were becoming sore and starting to bleed. In front of her Michel, ...