The Diamond Necklace

To better understand the events of the time around 1790, one should first get to know the characters in the story.

There is Cardinal Rohan, the Prince‐Bishop of Strasbourg. Coming from one of the oldest noble families, he was rich, an ordained priest and did not believe in celibacy. He lived in luxury and was a dissolute womanizer. He stayed in Vienna as French ambassador for two years, until Empress Maria Theresa had him recalled out of contempt for his lifestyle. She was disgusted that he did not even stop at her children, the princesses. When he was caught with his hand under the skirt of her 13‐year‐old daughter Marie Antoinette, it was all over. The Empress had raised her children modestly and the princesses all knew how important the hymen was for their marriage. Not a single princess had been fucked by Rohan, not a single one. He could only touch or rub the clits of all the princesses to orgasm, the little ones squealed with pleasure!

Marie Antoinette had been engaged to the French heir to the throne since childhood. She was 13 and of course still had her hymen, the court doctor examined her regularly. However, he recorded in the protocol that she only had a ring‐shaped hymen, which was in a circle at the entrance to the vagina. What the good man could not have known was the young princess's active love life. She had learned to rub the boys' cocks and make them squirt. The cocks of the bigger boys were too big for the fucking‐playing, but the little boys only had very small ones that fit into her pussyhole without damaging the hymen. She had fucked hundreds of times and let the boys squirt inside her, the fucking tickled so pleasantly. Cardinal Rohan was one of the few who dared to reach under the princess's skirt and play with her clit. She always laughed at him because he was far too clumsy and couldn't make her orgasm. Only she could do that, at night.

Marie Antoinette had of course been spying when her two sisters were visiting from Italy. She listened very carefully as they told each other about their marital tragedies. Amalia had the Duke of Ferrara on her back, he loved to hunt and mount peasant girls, when he came home he was tired and exhausted and fucked absentmindedly. Augusta had a guy, the Prince of Naples, who spent the nights drinking in brothels and was also not a good fucker. Every morning, before sunrise, our good Rohan sneaked into the bedroom where the two were sleeping. They liked to be properly fucked by the strong‐armed man of God. When one of them was racing towards climax, the other grabbed her clit and triggered the orgasm. In any case, after 9 months there was happy news from Ferrara and days later from Naples. Maria Theresia was very happy to have become a grandmother and only few people knew that the children were French bastards.

The French heir to the throne, Louis, was born with phimosis. The foreskin was completely fused together at the front and there was only a tiny hole for peeing. He sometimes let very familiar girls give him a handjob; the semen didn't squirt out, but she had to press it out through the little hole with her fingers and let it ooze out. It was always an embarrassing procedure that he didn't have done very often. He was very ashamed of the phimosis and never had sex. He only had the phimosis corrected after he had already been married for 7 years and had never had sex with his wife.

Jeanne de la Motte grew up in poverty, her mother died giving birth to the third girl. Even as a child, Jeanne slept naked with her father, he fingered her clit and masturbated. Many neighbors were keen to look after the widower and his three little girls. He rewarded them with a good fuck, he had no money. He fucked them all and Jeanne often witnessed the fucking. No, he didn't want to fuck her, she was still much too young, said her father. But she was later on allowed to rub his cock and make him squirt, which she was pretty good at after a while. Her father died when Jeanne was 8 and she went begging with her sisters.

A Marquise de Boulainvilliers took pity on the little beggars who came from the royal bloodline. The old Marquise was asexual; she had married the Marquis for family reasons and masturbated only rarely and very secretly. She accepted the Marquis's womanizing behavior without understanding. Now she saw the three little girls who were surviving on a few sous. The little ones soon found out that they earned the most money by giving handjobs. The Marquise crossed herself when she witnessed the handjobs. Jeannes father's death certificate, which recorded her bloodline, was Jeanne's only possession and was also her motivation to get to the top. Unfortunately, the Marquise died when Jeanne was 12. The Marquis immediately took her into his bed and deflowered her. He fucked her for five years, deflowering her sisters one by one, and fucking the 13 and 12 year old girls in turn. Jeanne, as the eldest, tried to attract his attention and was mostly successful. But she detested the pig when he went after her little sisters despite everything. Then she held his cock so that it did not penetrate the little pussy too violently. She held the disgusting child molester's cock firmly and let it penetrate the child's pussy very slowly. He grinned cheekily and arrogantly, because that made Jeanne his accomplice. She did not stop him from squirting everything in, because the sisters did not have their periods any more than she did. At 17, Jeanne ran away with her sisters and hid in a monastery. Two years later, she fell in love with an officer and married de la Motte. She had twins just a month later, but they died days later. She knew that the Marquis was the child's father, he had tracked her down in her hiding place and fucked the pretty and reluctant girl day in and day out. He left her forever when she was heavily pregnant. The youngest sister had died of pneumonia within a few days, the other had fled to another convent when the Marquis showed up and fucked them both like mad. After all, he thought the two girls belonged to him, so he fucked them whenever he could.

One day she was introduced to Cardinal de Rohan, Jeanne intended to fleece him financially and became his mistress. Rohan was a good fucker and Jeanne not only seduced him into fucking, but also into some pretty dirty practices, which she was the only one of his lovers to perform. At Rohan's court she also met Count Cagliostro and recognized in him the same predator that she herself had become. Although Cagliostro, unlike Rohan, was not a good fucker, she seduced him again and again. She wasn't sure if the con man preferred to fuck boys or girls, that remained his secret. But he tried really hard to fuck Jeanne properly, he gave everything his mediocre cock could handle. She thought that knowing such a high‐profile conman and money pocket cutter might be useful to her one day.

Cardinal Rohan was determined to become prime minister, but the royals had not forgotten that he had been chased out of Vienna years ago in disgrace by the queen's mother. Jeanne learned of Rohan's intentions, and now she wanted to meet the queen too and receive a royal pension because of her bloodline. After 7 years, Marie Antoinette was fed up with rubbing King Louis' cock and squeezing the semen out of the foreskin. Her brother, Emperor Joseph II, sent her his best doctor, Isaak Einsenstein. King Louis hesitated, but the chloroform worked quickly. Eisenstein circumcised the king's foreskin and removed it completely, so that the glans saw the light of day for the first time, and Joseph had him ejaculate while intoxicated by chloroform as a test. Joseph continued to masturbate the unconscious man and made him squirt in thick jets, which Joseph enjoyed very much. Then the doctor disappeared as quickly as he could. The king was taken by surprise, but after a few days he was able to properly fuck Marie Antoinette for the first time. They had four children in quick succession, and the king was proud and not dissatisfied. Marie Antoinette had had enough after four births and left the king to sleep alone. The king was understanding and kept a low profile when it came to his lovers.

Marie Antoinette let two people into her life, Jeanne, who became her favorite maid and chaperone. And Axel von Fersen, the Swedish diplomat, the first and only man the queen really desired with every fiber of her pussy and absolutely wanted to fuck. She had remained physically faithful to the king to this day, but that was now over. She let Axel come. Jeanne was mostly there when the well‐built man fucked the queen and was really delighted when the queen came to orgasm, fucking the Swede was a mental and physical fulfillment for the queen, who only slowly awoke from the delirium of orgasming.

Jeanne quickly became the Queen's trusted, best friend. The queen told her how the king was freed from the curse of phimosis. Marie Antoinette's brother, Joseph, the future emperor, was visiting. He was very upset that she was still virgin after 7 years of marriage. He even half‐heartedly suggested deflowering and impregnating his own sister, but his sister waved him off. She rejected Joseph smiling, she compressed her labia tightly and let Joseph fuck her between her labia and ejaculate into her vaginal vestibule, which they had already done often as kids in Vienna. Marie Antoinette described to her brother how she masturbated King Louis and then squeezed the viscous semen out through the little hole in his foreskin. Joseph had brought along Doctor Eisenstein, who completely circumcised and removed the Frenchman's foreskin. Now Louis could fuck like normal, a whole series of ladies of the court, maids and chubby peasant girls made pilgrimages to him to be fucked.

Marie Antoinette had four births, but two children died very young. She agreed with the king to take it easy and that he should pull out his cock to ejaculate, as she did not want to be pregnant again. The king agreed, but he did not come for a long time. But he loved his wife very much and came after a while to her every day to fuck. Jeanne sat next to the queen's bed as ordered. She was very surprised when she saw the queen naked for the first time. She had a very small, almost girlish‐looking pussy with a tiny pussy hole. That was astonishing, because she had given birth to four children. The queen trimmed her pubic hair with scissors, Jeanne already knew that, but seeing the childlike naked pussy in real life was exciting. The king's cock was average, Jeanne judged with a connoisseur's eye. Marie Antoinette caressed her husband's cock until it was rock hard, and now Jeanne recognized what was special about it. His glans swelled up like a balloon, at the tip the exaggeratedly large hole for squirting that was so typical of his family. Marie Antoinette inserted his cock very slowly into her tiny pussy hole, giving the cunthole time to adjust to the cock. When it was really all the way in, she lay down on the pillow and sighed, because she loved her Louis very much too. He fucked her slowly at first and then faster and faster until Jeanne had to intervene and pull the king's cock out. Jeanne masturbated the cock only briefly and let him squirt. He sometimes gave short orders as to where he wanted to squirt, on the queen's face or breasts. Marie Antoinette was still extremely aroused from the fucking, but she waited to masturbate until the king had left. She never had an orgasm with the king and never masturbated in his presence.

But after a few weeks the king had had enough and ordered Jeanne into his study, the place of his studies and sins of the flesh. Jeanne wordlessly dropped her dress and lay down naked on the chaise longue, spreading her thighs. "Very pretty, Countess, very pretty!" was one of the longest compliments he ever gave. He fucked Jeanne for weeks until he got tired of her. Jeanne had no opportunity to squeeze gold out of the king, she was just another cunthole for him to fuck and squirt inside. And the king fucked a lot of young girls and faithful wives and buxom peasant girls, but especially shy and timid wives who would never let anyone other than their husband fuck them and would give themselves crying up to the demand of the king, him without having the slightest affection or interest in the person. He really enjoyed fucking young wives who at first only cried because they wanted to be faithful to their husbands. Shy, ashamed and with tears in their eyes, they reluctantly gave in and obediently let the king fuck them. They sobbed crying in misery when the king squirted into their holy tabernacles, into which only their husbands were otherwise allowed to ejaculate inside. The king responded to the sobs with a satisfied grin. He knew most of the ladies of the court by name, the chubby peasant girls whom he preferred so much he didn't even know by their first names. Why should he? He was the king, damnit, and all the pussyholes in his kingdom actually belonged to him. It was as simple as that.

Jeanne, the chaperone, sat motionless in the background when Axel von Fersen came to see the queen. It was actually very exciting to watch the two of them fucking in her armchair. Axel had a fairly large and enduring cock, which he pushed very carefully and considerately into the queen's little pussyhole until it was all the way in. It certainly had something to do with Marie Antoinette's infatuation that she had an orgasm every time. Only then did he let go and fucked her fast and wildly, then he straightened up and squirted inside. Jeanne was surprised that the queen didn't get pregnant, because she always let the Swede squirt everything inside her cunt. He traveled a lot and was often in Paris only for a few days. It took several weeks until the queen stopped letting herself be fucked in the armchair under her wide skirt and retreated to the bedroom with Axel to fuck nakedly. Jeanne locked the bedroom door and now watched the fucking from the next room, through the spy hole.

Jeanne was rarely present at first, when the queen masturbated during her lunch break, Marie Antoinette preferred to be alone. But Jeanne was undeterred and stayed with the queen, caressing the queen's inner thighs and after a while lying naked next to the queen. Marie Antoinette had no lesbian tendencies at all and never touched Jeanne, but she let herself be served passively. Jeanne had learned a lot of lesbian things in the monastery 10 years ago. She licked Marie Antoinette's clit, whose head was hidden like a small pea above her inner labia, until it became stiff and hard and protruded a few millimeters. Now Marie Antoinette was ready, horny and defenseless. Jeanne had a much larger clit than the queen, she lay on top of her and fucked her and her clit with her clit until the queen arched up in orgasm and collapsed again. Marie Antoinette regularly let Jeanne fuck her when Axel was not in Paris.

Jeanne used her power skillfully. She made Cardinal Rohan pay her in gold if she let him look through the spyhole into the queen's bedroom. Jeanne knew that Rohan would never come closer to the queen, not a step. She never let Rohan near the spyhole when Marie Antoinette was alone and masturbating after lunch. It was a kind of sisterly impulse to protect the privacy of the queen and friend from the depraved voyeur. Jeanne let Rohan fuck her right there and then, because he had become very horny watching the Queen and Axel fuck. Jeanne let Rohan fuck her as well as her devoted, submissive husband, the secretary and the man for the rough stuff. On the one hand, she loved fucking, but on the other hand, it meant nothing to her. That was something these four men would never understand.

Jeanne spun her web carefully. She stole the Queen's stationery and memorized her handwriting and signature. She even managed to steal some discarded drafts of letters so that the secretary could practice forging the Queen's handwriting and signature. She stole as many love letters from Axel von Fersen as she could get her hands on. Just in case, she might have to use it one day.

Jeanne's favorite sex was with Cardinal Rohan. Not only did he have a cock like a stallion, he fucked her very well. He was the only one who could make her orgasm often. The secretary Rétaux de la Villette, like the man for the rough, only fucked briefly and brutally. They just wanted to squirt, that was all. Her husband, who had named himself Count de la Motte, had only a small, boyish cock. She felt emotionally attracted to him because he was the companion of all her swindles and frauds. But he fucked her devotly, almost submissively, because other women simply wouldn't let themselves be fucked by such a small cock. But Jeanne let him fuck her, he reminded her of all the little boy cocks she had rubbed in her youth or later fucked with. La Motte was grateful to her for that and did everything she asked of him. Everything.

Cardinal Rohan fell more and more under the charm and sexuality of Jeanne. He fell more and more under the queen, who fucked Axel von Fersen when he was in Paris. He stuck to the spy hole and fucked Jeanne, he became a desperate voyeur and became addicted to Jeanne's willing pussy. But he had no idea that Jeanne had been planning her big coup for over a year. By the time she had finished planning, the Cardinal de Rohan was lost, he was the useful, rich idiot that Jeanne needed.

For months she persuaded the enamored cardinal and good fucker that she was always talking about him with her friend, the queen. She told the cardinal his own stories, which he had told her himself. The queen, Jeanne ranted, often spoke of him with shining eyes, how he had reached under her skirt in her youth and stimulated the young girl's clit. The cardinal, in his love madness, listened spellbound, his memories becoming more and more glorified. How the queen still thought about it today! Jeanne pondered and thought that the clit game could have left a lasting impression on a 13‐year‐old girl. After months the cardinal was wrapped up, he was now convinced that the queen thought about his clit‐game every day. Now Jeanne made the second move.

She offered Cardinal Rohan the secret transport of letters between him and the queen. Of course, she made the suggestion neither crudely nor directly, she let the cardinal come up with it himself. And she literally fucked the love‐crazed cardinal's brains out. She talked as often and as flowerily as possible about the ambassador's clit‐game until he was bursting with lust. She questioned Rohan very cleverly, because in his two years in Vienna he had fucked a whole lot of noble women and girls. And he had played with the clits of all the princesses, the queen's sisters. Only the two eldest let themselves be fucked, because they were already unhappily married. Empress Maria Theresa would have been shocked to death if she had known about it. But the princesses kept quiet, they didn't want a scandal that would destroy them too. The cardinal laughed, the two had had to marry real wimps and were happy to be fucked well and hard by him. Jeanne memorized all this.

More months passed before the queen replied to Rohan's love letters. Jeanne dictated the letters to secretary de la Villette's herself. She made sure that the queen's answers were brief and reserved. Just enough to keep the cardinal on board and yet as unemotional as the queen actually was known. The more brief and reserved the answer, the more convinced the cardinal was. De la Villette implored the cardinal to burn the letter, but he kept the letters and only had them burned when he was arrested. At least the queen let it be known that she forgave the cardinal for his misdeeds in Vienna and then also that she took note of the idea that he wanted to be prime minister. Benevolently.

Jeanne knew, like everyone else in Versailles, that the former king had had a beautiful piece of jewelry made for his lover, Madame du Barry, by two jewelers in Paris. But the king died and du Barry disappeared with him. The jewelers presented the diamond necklace to the new king, who declined. For the price of 1.8 million livres, you could build two warships, the king grumbled. Marie Antoinette also thought it was far too expensive. She had received a diamond ring or diamond earrings when her children were born, but she would never hang two warships around her neck, she said, laughing. The jewelers turned to kings and queens, but no buyer was found. Jeanne was no longer satisfied with all the gold that Rohan was throwing at her. She wanted nothing less than the diamond necklace.

She cast her net cleverly. The Queen mentioned in passing that she could get the position of Prime Minister for a gift. The correspondence dragged on for a long time, and the Queen often took weeks to reply. Jeanne fucked the Cardinal every day, not because of her orgasms, but to observe him. After months, the breakthrough came. The Queen was interested in the du Barry diamond necklace, but 1.8 million livres was too much, perhaps the dear Cardinal could negotiate a price? Of course he could, he pestered the jewelers until he had negotiated it down to 1.6 million livres. The Queen was delighted, she suggested four half‐yearly payments of 400,000 livres, which she could just about manage.

Jeanne was very careful about what she discussed with Rohan. The ox had to go through the barn door, and he was nowhere near ready. Jeanne fucked Rohan like a wild woman, she had to make her moves. Rohan was flattered by how wild Jeanne was about fucking, what proof of his masculinity, his loin strength! He mounted the pretty young woman whenever he got the chance. He watched the queen fuck and smiled arrogantly when King Louis fucked his Marie Antoinette again for once. The king only had a very small cock, which looked downright ridiculous next to Axel von Fersen's Swedish cock. Marie Antoinette's face only betrayed her fulfillment of duty, she obediently let the king fuck her and feigned excitement to her husband. Cardinal Rohan had to laugh inwardly, because how different, how passionate and how excited the Queen was when she was being fucked by the Swede!

Jeanne worked Rohan over successfully, and in parallel to her good fucking she let her friend, the Queen, know that she was worried about whether she would be able to pay the 30,000 livres down payment that was required. She cleverly had Rohan cancel two appointments because the Queen was completely strapped for cash at the moment. She had to get the money past the watchful court officials, and that failed twice. Aha! Jeanne gave Rohan the idea of ​​putting up the 30,000 himself. Yes, that was a good idea, said Jeanne after thinking about it for a long time. Cancelling another appointment would be a first‐class disgrace.

So the ox went through the barn door. The jewelers brought the magnificent necklace and received the 30,000 livres. Jeanne's husband, dressed in the queen's livery, was waiting outside the door. Jeanne handed the necklace over to the supposed court official, who disappeared without a sound. That evening, Jeanne and her husband took the necklace apart and broke out the diamonds with brute force. Count de la Motte went to various jewelers and diamond dealers in Paris, but no one wanted to buy the stones. Jeanne immediately decided that her husband had to go to the Stevens in London and sell the diamonds there.

The Stevens knew her from small joint deals on the fringes of legality. At that time, Jeanne had set her husband on Stevens, a very shy and faithful wife, and had him fuck the shy and intimidated girl hard and brutally, which bound her and her husband to her. The Stevens girl was completely frightened at first because she had never masturbated and never fucked anyone other than her Stevens and feared the worst. But her drunken husband pushed her under De la Motte himself and encouraged her with a dirty laugh to let the French stallion mount her. She prayed humbly and obediently as de la Motte mounted her and fucked her thoroughly. She had never been fucked so brutally before, but she really enjoyed the orgasms. Now De la Motte was back, she lowered her eyes demurely and, at her husband's insistence, let the French nobleman fuck her really hard and then her husband did the same. Madame Stevens was addicted to being fucked by the French nobleman and constantly urged him to mount her, which he did more or less willingly. De la Motte not only fucked the enamored Stevens girl, he actually sold a lot, lived in luxury in London and did what his wife denied him in Paris. He fucked everybody who would let him fuck. Young and old, nobles, commoners and serfs. He ejaculated more than ever before in his life.

Jeanne fucked de la Villette and the brute one for days and gave them money at the end. The brute disappeared and never returned, and de la Villette rented a room in Geneva, Switzerland. He had nothing else to do at the moment but spend Jeanne's money sparingly. He was from Geneva, had a few gold coins in his pocket and could now fuck all of his childhood sweethearts who had previously ignored him, the poor wretch. Now the beloved girls had become mature women and were disappointed with married sex life. They happily and willingly gave themselves over to the con man from Paris, he fucked a different one every day and enjoyed his power over his exes. Fucking the women he had adored then was more satisfying than ever!

Jeanne made the only mistake in her plan. She wanted to get a little more gold from the cardinal and fuck him a few more times, because he was pretty good at fucking!

The jewelers called in Versailles to collect the first installment. The queen called the king, who called the minister of police. He knew full well that Cardinal Rohan had bought the necklace for the queen, all of Versailles knew about it. The king was furious and had the cardinal arrested in front of the church. Then Cagliostro and hours later Jeanne. The game was over, but not in the way Jeanne had planned. All three were sent to the Bastille.

Rohan's gold opened the doors of the Bastille. Jeanne was able to slip into the cell where Rohan and Cagliostro were languishing every day. For months she fucked both men one after the other and was able to discuss the charges with them. In the end, however, both men were able to explain themselves and talk their way out of it, saying they had nothing to do with the brazen robbery. The agents of the French police were able to track down Jeanne's husband in London and gave a detailed report on the promiscuous and wasteful thief. The greatest coup, however, was that de la Villette was arrested in Geneva and brought to Paris. He talked like a waterfall and revealed Jeanne's plan.

The release of the stupid but popular Rohan was celebrated like a public festival, Cagliostro quietly left through the back door. Jeanne, pushed into a corner, now placed a heavy burden on the queen. No one believed her when she said the queen had stolen the necklace. But her love life, dragged into the light of day by Jeanne, dominated the press and gossip like hardly anything else. No one believed her chaste life, Axel von Fersen topped the endless list of her lovers, ministers and officials, servants and stable boys populated the queen's bed of lasciviousness. Nothing damaged the reputation of the royal family more than the queen's debauchery. The revolution came inevitably, the king and queen lost their heads on the guillotine, the Ancien Regime was dead.

Jeanne and her husband were the only ones who were convicted. Her husband was safe from persecution in London, which made it all the harder for Jeanne. She was sentenced to be whipped with a broom, a V was to be burned into her shoulder as a sign that she was a "voleuse", a thief, and then locked up for life in Salpetriere prison. She was whipped, but when they tried to brand her with a branding iron, she fought like a tiger. She tore off her clothes and fought naked against 6 men. The branding iron slipped and the V was burned into one of her breasts. She fainted and the men raped her on the spot in front of the gawking people, all 6 of them fucked her in public, and then she was locked up.

The magical hands of Cagliostro and the gold of Rohan helped her escape to England. Her husband was not very happy to have her back, but she wrote three books in London to expose her innocence and the Queen's wild sexlife. She described how the queen dragged her, the poor innocent one, into her lesbian whore life and tried to make her an accomplice. She did not spare any saucy details regarding Marie Antoinette's lesbian sex activities. Although of no legal value, her pamphlets sold like hotcakes in France, something that even the King could not prevent in the pre‐revolutionary world, even when he had all the printed copies bought up. A single copy was enough to print a new edition. But Jeanne did not benefit much from her literary success; plagued by madness and paranoia, she threw herself out of a window and died at the age of 35 penniless in London.

The Revolution broke out, King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette were imprisoned and beheaded on the guillotine. Her daughter Marie Charlotte, only 14 years old, was sent to one of Marie Antoinette's maids, Madame Elisabeth, the king's sister and was then placed in the care of a tutor, Lord Frank Butterill from London. The son Louis was taken into the care of a shoemaker to be raised as a good citizen. The depraved boy, only 11 years old, fucked the shoemaker's wife up to five times a day. But the shoemaker and his wife, who had tolerated and experienced the boy's wild fucking, were sent to the guillotine and Louis was sent back to the Bastille, where he died of pneumonia that same month.

Frank taught Charlotte conscientiously and did not let himself be thrown off track when Charlotte's hand disappeared under her skirt. He only looked up when she sank back and quickly masturbated to an orgasm. The princess was an obsessed masturbator, completely addicted to constant orgasms. She learned well, however, and after half an hour at the latest her hand disappeared under her skirt again to masturbate. Frank asked her if she didn't want to fuck properly? "You mean like a grown woman? Would you want to make me a woman?" she whispered in surprise. Frank deflowered the princess and fucked her every day for two years until he lost his job and the princess was allowed to go to Austria. Madame Elisabeth was neither blind nor stupid, but she preferred an English Lord rather than a stinking revolutionary fucking her princess day in, day out.

As time went on, Marie Charlotte revealed everything about Marie Antoinette's last days. Prince Louis was used to lying on his back in his mother's lap and holding his cock in his hand. Marie Charlotte was already 14, but she had never seen a cock before. She was surprised at how big her brother's cock was, the foreskin stretched over the swollen glans, which had a large hole in the front from which he squirted his semen in thick jets. Marie Charlotte leaned forward and grabbed the cock and examined it. Marie Antoinette explained everything about the cock to her. The Queen stroked his head and placed her warm hand on his cock. "Don't masturbate so much, my love!" she would say. He nodded obediently, but when his mother took her hand away, he pulled back the foreskin so often that his cock became stiff, then he began to masturbate his surprisingly large cock. Marie Antoinette good‐naturedly caressed the prince's balls and cock with a filthy grin, when he masturbated, and when he came to squirt, she energetically took over her son's cock and made him squirt from the big hole in his glans. She warned her son not to masturbate so often, it was bad for his health. But she did not stop him and made him squirt laughing, while looking into her daughter's astonished eyes with a haughty smile. She had rubbed her husband for 7 years without ever fucking him and she knew very well how strong the power of the person was, whose fist rubbed him.

This went on for a few weeks, then the guards came into the cell and raped the queen. Marie Antoinette resisted firmly, but they ripped off her dress and raped her, one after the other. Marie Antoinette laid her face in Marie Charlotte's lap and cried for hours. But the next day, when the wild guys came again, the queen undressed herself so that they would not tear her dress. She laid her head in Marie Charlotte's lap and whispered that she should not be afraid, it would soon be over. The daughter caressed the face and hair of the queen on her lap who was being fucked by the rough guys. The wild guys had to fuck Marie Antoinette for a long time to bring her to the first orgasm, but then orgasm after orgasm followed and Marie Charlotte had to hold her and caress her because the queen was orgasming wildly.

The men left and the queen lay heavily in the princess's lap. "It's just a physical reaction, the orgasms," she said to the worried princess, "or do you think I love one of those pigs!?" The princess didn't understand a word. "It's just my body that reacts to fucking, my love!" Louis masturbated in front of the queen's pussy and squirted upon it. "I've fucked Mademoiselle Neville many times," the boy commented and Marie Charlotte scolded him loudly. The next day the guys came again, the queen let herself be fucked without resistance and when they left again and the queen lay completely exhausted in the princess's lap, Louis approached the queen's pussyhole with his stiff cock. The princess saw her brother slowly rubbing his cock and the hole in his glans widening greedily. She screamed at him that he wasn't allowed to do it, but he didn't listen, his cock approached, parted her labia and now Louis mounted the queen and fucked her. The princess shouted at him, but Marie Antoinette, completely exhausted, waved off, "Let the dirty little bastard do, my love!" and so it happened that every time Louis fucked the queen after the rough guys. Every day, Marie Charlotte saw her brother stick his thick cock into Marie Antoinette's really small and tight pussyhole and fuck her. She was usually far too tired, but again and again she arched up in orgasm and clung to the little sex offender who squirted inside like an idiot. She kept telling her daughter that it didn't matter to her if he was another bastard more, because she despised her son very much during those moments. The princess also despised Louis, because after he had squirted, he left his cock inside the queen and waited a moment, then he fucked Marie Antoinette a second and sometimes a third time. Marie Antoinette clung intimately to her fucking boy, whose cock filled her little pussyhole so wonderfully and aroused her very much. Obviously the thought of incest excited her to the extreme, she whispered "Yes, fuck me well, my boy!" and her finger went secretly onto her clit. She usually orgasmed during the second fuck. Marie Charlotte, who held her mother's head and face in her lap, felt her orgasm, as strong as if she were orgasming herself. The boy continued to fuck her until he reared up and squirted into her again. If he still hadn't had enough, he continued to fuck her for the third time, triggering small, gentle orgasms that the queen only noticed tiredly as she was completely exhausted and drained. At the end he caressed her pussy very sadly and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I just have a very strong urge, sorry!" Marie Antoinette sank deep into the princess's lap and breathed gently, "Okay, Louis, I get it, it's allright." Marie Charlotte wasn't sure whether she should hate Louis or admire his audacity. The completely depraved and libidinous Louis fucked Marie Antoinette two or three times a day in her last months and she wasn't even angry with him but lovingly embraced him, and her daughter was very confused because she didn't understand. Why did the mother let it happen without giving the lustful bastard an angry lecture!?

Marie Charlotte, who kept her hand under her skirt all day long because she couldn't do anything else in the dungeon, was always amazed at how the mother reacted to her son's urges. She stayed seated and lifted up her skirt. She spread her legs and let Louis stand between them, she offered him her bare cunt. "Come, my dear, come and squirt!" and she didn't have to ask him twice. He leaned his head on his mother's breasts and fucked while standing between her legs. Louis was always very sad after squirting inside, but she pressed his head against her breasts and kissed him on the top of his head. "You have a strong urge, my boy, you got that from your grandmother!" She pulled his cock out and rubbed out the last drops of semen with a firm grip of her fist. Marie Charlotte took her hand out of her skirt and hugged her mother and brother at the same time. She didn't understand why she let him squirt inside several times a day? Marie Antoinette always said, "Because I love him as much as I love you, dear Charlotte!"

Marie Antoinette pulled Louis onto her lap and took off his pants completely. He lay in her arms like a baby and said tiredly and tearfully, "I love you very much, Mommy, and I just have to fuck!" She stroked his head, "It's okay, my Louis, don't be sad about it!" He nodded obediently and fell asleep in her arms. She stroked his soft cock very gently and tenderly, without making it hard. "Listen, Charlotte, the fact that the dungeon masters rape me is simply disgusting. But the fact that my son fucks me because he has too strong an urge fills me with joy. He loves me with all his heart, like he loves no one else. It makes me very happy that someone still loves me and fucks me with love. Don't look so horrified, I know very well that he is my son. When you grow up, let anyone who loves you fuck you! I mean that quite seriously, because I was not allowed to live by that advice, for me there was only Daddy and Axel, only those two. You are growing up in a new time, so remember my advice. Even if you are sold off to a wretch, only listen to your heart, fuck and love!"

Marie Antoinette's hand played very gently and tenderly with the sleeping child's cock. She paused as the semen oozed out of the soft cock, then after a while she continued to caress the soft cock. "Tell me, Charlotte, my love, do you always masturbate so much?" Charlotte lowered her gaze. "Yes, Mom!" she answered quietly, stubbornly ignoring her mother's use of Madame. "And since when have you been doing it?" she asked, and Charlotte was once again embarrassed to answer. "I had my first orgasm when I was about 8. I immediately showed Mademoiselle de Taberney and she was not at all pleased. But she took my finger and showed me how to do it properly. She also made it clear to me that it was very private, that I was not even allowed to do it in her presence, and I stuck to that. Only — there is no privacy in this cramped cell!" Marie Antoinette was still stroking the cock, light and tender as a feather. It wasn't long before the semen started seeping and oozing out of the cock, which was now a little bit stiffer. After a while the mother continued caressing his cock and continued talking. "When you are both asleep and I am consumed with longing for Axel to fuck me, I do it too," she said, "and one orgasm is enough for me, but you make yourself two dozen orgasms or more, every day." Marie Charlotte hesitated. "It's not just the situation, Mom," she said thoughtfully, "I've needed it so often for years, it's like I'm addicted." Her mother nodded smiling, and changed the subject. — Master Frank interrupted Charlotte. "I know you're addicted to orgasms, masturbating and orgasming, but it's not a bad or threatening addiction, it won't harm you or your body!" — Marie Antoinette continued to caress the cock of the child sleeping in her arms and Charlotte smiled as the cock continued to stand up. "The ambassador told me that the Emperor was heavily negotiating with the revolutionaries," Marie Antoinette said to Charlotte, who watched the cock stroking in fascination. "The rebels must eliminate the monarchy, there is no doubt about that. They will put Papa, the King, on trial, but the verdict has long been decided. He will be murdered, beheaded on the guillotine." The mother continued to stroke the cock thoughtfully. "The same fate awaits me, the verdicts have long been decided!" She looked absentmindedly at the cock, from which the semen was oozing again. "Apparently the rebels promised the Emperor that they would let you and Louis travel to Vienna." In a fit of emotion, she rubbed the cock very hard and Louis woke up smiling and actually squirting. Marie Antoinette woke from her absentmindedness. "I hope these barbarians keep their word!" she cried, completely agitated. She was really angry and squeezed the last drops of semen out of his cock with her fingers, then she let Louis go.

Sometimes, when she had let Louis fuck her, Marie Antoinette would throw herself on the bed in despair and cry for a long time. Then Charlotte would take Louis on her lap like her mother had done. He would push up her blouse and take Charlotte's little breast in his mouth like a baby, licking and sucking on her nipples tickled so fine! She would wait until he fell asleep and caressed his cock like her mother had done. She would let his semen flow out slowly and then continue after a while. It was the first time for Charlotte to let a boys semen flow out, but Louis was asleep, smiling happily. When he woke up, she masturbated him violently because the little rascal was sucking hard on her teats.

Marie Charlotte found it very difficult to talk to Master Frank about what followed. Mademoiselle de Neville had completely corrupted and depraved the young prince, Neville had masturbated him a thousand times and let the young boy fuck her a thousand times. Louis was so lustful that he did not even stop at her, his sister. She secretly rubbed her clit and masturbated under her skirt, he sometimes approached her with his stiff cock and lifted up her skirt. She always had the presence of mind to form a tunnel in front of her pussy with both fists, in which tunnel the boy could fuck without endangering her hymen. She let go when he ejaculated into her vaginal vestibule. The orgasm that followed was always powerful, as she rubbed the semen on her clit. But it happened not very often.

Marie Antoinette smiled as she talked to her daughter about it. "That is the only thing that still gives me joy in this deadly bitter situation, that you both have inherited your grandmother's sexual lust." She often spoke very openly about the love life of her mother, the empress. Maria Theresia was only recently married and complained of her suffering to the court's doctor. He suspected dyspareunia, the fear of mating, which prevented her from having orgasms when she was having sex. She ordered him to fuck her and make sure his opinion. He fucked much better than her husband, but no matter how often the brave doctor fucked her, she still couldn't reach orgasm. The young empress' pussy was burning brightly after each fucking because the doctor fucked her every time as if she were an ordinary peasant whore. Afterwards she experienced the first orgasms of her life thanks to the doctor's skillful fingers. The doctor showed the empress, who had been brought up in complete chastity, how to masturbate and recommended that she masturbate before, during or after fucking to relax her sexual excitement. At this time, Maria Theresa decided to let herself be fucked by a discreet confidant in addition to her husband, much to the chagrin of her husband, Franz Stephan. But he was a weak, submissive character and submitted to her decision. They both knew, that he wasn't a great fucker. Marie Antoinette reported how much her father was upset when a rival fucked his wife. Until she was very old, she let Franz Stephan and then one of her confidants fuck her in the morning before breakfast while she masturbated. She masturbated until she was sexually relaxed. The fact that the children were playing and romping around her did not bother her, she did not hide her sexuality from her children. So she, Marie Antoinette, also learned to masturbate and watched them fuck a thousand times. Franz Stephan crawled onto her fat, bulky and usually pregnant belly and fucked her quickly and furiously, because after him her confidant climbed onto the empress' bulky and unwieldy body to fuck her with great pleasure and delight while she masturbated nonstop. The Empress's big, fat asscheeks began to shake and twitch long before she orgasmed. Her husband was only allowed to fuck her alone when the empress wanted to have a child, and she would not let anyone else fuck her in this time.

Master Frank, who had not known the Empress, who had died over 10 years ago, and knew very little about her, asked Marie Charlotte whether it was not clear to the Empress that her own behavior was in stark contrast to her sexual moral laws, prescriptions and to her 'chastity inspectors'? "But no," said Marie Charlotte, "she was only following Doctor Van Swieten's medical advice! She let herself be heavily fucked every morning to ignite the flames in her pussy and she masturbated to relax herself sexually. She only forbade her people from whoring, she would never have considered or described her own behavior as whoring!" Frank shook his head, because the image of the great ruler was becoming deeply cracked in his eyes.

The princess was very upset when she told Master Frank, Madame Elisabeth had found out everything that Louis was doing at the shoemaker's. The shoemaker's were incredibly impressed by his rank and put up with the little prince's assaults. The shoemaker's wife lowered her eyes in shame when the boy lifted her skirt for the first time. "I am a faithful and chaste wife!" she cried desperately to the boy. She was very young and had never fucked anyone other than her husband, she cast a desperate look at her husband when the boy pulled out his stiff cock. "You must let him do, he is the prince and heir to the throne!" murmured the shoemaker and nodded in confirmation. She held her skirt tight and grabbed the boy's cock. She buckled before the supposed authority, "in God's name!" she said quietly and shivering inserted the royal cock into her cunthole. He fucked her with pleasure and enthusiasm, but when he squirted inside, she let out a dismissive sound. She did not want to be impregnated by the completely depraved boy! But she obeyed her husband, the royalty and God, who demanded all this of her. She sighed in shame and submission when the prince mounted her and fucked her libidinously, again and again. The naughty prince showed her how to masturbate while fucking. She had the first and only orgasms of her life. She felt a little daring and frivolous when she masturbated while fucking and smiled blissfully with lust at her sad husband. For the young prince they were serfs, it was his right to fuck the woman in front of her husband. She surrendered to her fate with being fucked by the lustful, libidinous prince over and over again for two months. Two months later the boy was dead like the shoemaker's.

The maids, who brought fresh clothes every week, brought a black dress, dressed the queen and did her hair nicely. They wept as the queen said goodbye to her daughter and walked out, head held high, truly royally, into the great courtyard where the guillotine stood. Axel was nowhere, he was detained in Denmark because he was not allowed to become entangled in the maelstrom of the French Revolution. She walked up the steps, looked contemptuously at the onlookers and prayed quietly. Then she bowed her neck.

The Ancien Regime ended at that very moment.

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