The Queen's Escape

Axel von Fersen, the Swedish diplomat and jack‐of‐all‐trades, had perfectly prepared the escape of the royal family. Everything went like clockwork. He had ridden ahead to Varennes and noticed to his horror that a company of insurgents had been ordered to this bottleneck, awaiting the fleeing king. Axel tried to lay a false trail via the La Brie post horses station, but his opponent did not fall for it.

The stolen stagecoach was stopped. The king raised his voice, saying that he was not the citizen Louis Capet, but the king! His Majesty must turn back, said the leader respectfully. The stagecoach turned around, Axel's and Marie Antoinette's eyes met. They both knew that they would see each other for the last time. The queen brought her hand to her mouth, Axel bowed deeply in the saddle, his hat respectfully in his hand. The coach drove off.

The king and queen sat in the first row, Charlotte and Louis in the second. The couple continued their confidential conversation quietly, both knew that they were prisoners, and it was perhaps the last opportunity to speak openly to each other. The king wanted to know what was true about the pamphlets of the Countess de la Motte, was his wife a shameless whore, as the Countess claimed? The queen laughed bitterly. "I nurtured this false snake in my bosom, Sire, and now it bites wildly just to get free from the Bastille. Not a single word of her accusation is true, my dear husband, I have always been a faithful wife to you!" She remained silent, unsure whether she should tell him. The king wanted to know for the third time why Lord von Fersen risked his life to save him and his family? The queen repeated that the Swedish king Gustav III was the only one on the entire continent who had openly taken the side of the French royal family and described the revolutionaries as rabble and enemies of order.

Marie Antoinette pulled herself together. "Sire, Lord Axel von Fersen is my only lover, I swear it! The only one I would die for as he would die for me!" There was a very long pause. "So he was your lover, Madame?" King Louis asked quietly. Marie Antoinette nodded confirming. "The only one, Sire, no one else has ever touched me, only you and him. I confess, I have loved him for over a year, we love each other and we have no intention of bringing shame on you, Sire!" The king caressed her hand confidentially. "I always wanted to be a good husband, Marie, always! To give you no reason to love anyone else. But I understand that your love for him is a deep interpersonal bond!" They were silent for a very long time, then Marie Antoinette told her husband everything, leaving nothing out and sugarcoating nothing. That the countess was there as a chaperone in the first few weeks when Axel fucked her in an armchair. That she then retreated to the bedroom with Axel so that she could fuck naked and without a chaperone. In the end, she said that it had bothered and embittered her that he, her husband, had not been faithful, that he had brought plump, big‐breasted peasant girls into his bed every day. This had hurt her for years. She had understood very well that he had a much stronger sex drive than she did, but seeing him in the arms of peasant girls, seeing him fuck those lusty pussies, was very painful and drove her into the arms of a lover. But Lord von Fersen was not just a lover, but a steadfast, good friend who filled her life with light and happiness.

The king was very contrite because it was true that he preferred peasant girls to fuck. The desire to fuck the well‐shaped, chubby girls came from his earliest days, when he could not fuck because of his phimosis. He lay naked next to the peasant girls, he caressed their plump hips and full, plump breasts for ages and watched them masturbate. It was not long before he could masturbate the girls himself. He did it with great excitement, it was very horny to watch the girls change their faces. Because of his phimosis, he only fucked rarely at that time, because he had to trust the girl who rubbed afterwards the semen out with her fingers from his foreskin. Later, after he had fucked all of the skinny ladies of the court rather joylessly, he rediscovered the peasant girls. How happy he was, who loved the full curves! He confessed to Marie Antoinette that he would find her less physically desirable if she did not have such beautiful, full breasts and beautifully curved womanly hips. The thin, skinny ladies of the court had not interested him for years. Marie Antoinette listened to him, because the couple spoke about these piquant matters for the last time.

Brother and sister sat on the back seat; they had been brought up separately and met like strangers. Louis shifted back and forth on the seat. "Neville always did it with her hand when I was as excited as I am now," whispered the little seducer, "the parents up front don't notice what we're doing back here!" Charlotte had no idea about sex other than her own masturbation and didn't know what he was talking about. "When we couldn't fuck, Mademoiselle de Neville did it with her hand," he continued to whisper, fiddling with his trousers. He took Charlotte's hand and put it on his cock, which he had pulled out. Charlotte swallowed hard, she had never seen a cock before, even though she was already 14. Now her brother, two years younger than her, put his cock in her hand, it was rock hard and wet. "What do I have to do?" she whispered fearfully, not looking at the cock. He whispered that she had to hold the cock and when it squirted, catch it with her handkerchief and wipe it off. Charlotte nodded with a stony face. He moved his cock back and forth in her hand and squirted. Her fingers tried to explore the contours of the cock. She jumped a little when he spurted. She caught the semen with the handkerchief. "You have to rub it out, all the rest!" he whispered. She obeyed, she ran her fingers back and forth along his cock and squeezed the semen into her handkerchief. She stared straight ahead and didn't dare to look at the cock. She wiped the rest away.

"I learned that from Neville!" he whispered softly as he lifted up her skirt and her petticoats. Charlotte was horrified because she was now helplessly exposed naked and he was masturbating her clit! Outrageous! But he did it right, he did it very well. She herself was very practiced at masturbating and did it as often as she had the chance. Her fear vanished and her excitement grew until Louis triggered her orgasm. He grinned from ear to ear as she straightened her petticoats and skirt. Her face was bright red, hopefully Mom and Dad hadn't noticed! Louis acted as if nothing had happened.

Louis' cock had become rock hard again. Again it swished back and forth in Charlotte's hand and squirted, she wiped the semen away and rubbed the rest out of the cock with her fingers. She was completely confused because she could imagine the cock in detail as it was swishing back and forth, she had noticed the squirting with her fingertips very clearly. They didn't say a word, everything happened secretly and silently. His hand went under her skirts, thank God he didn't expose her naked like the first time. She closed her eyes and let him masturbate her. Her brother was really good at it, she felt safe and spread her legs so that it was easier for him to rub her clit. She only closed her eyes when the orgasm was approaching. She only twitched briefly as the orgasm rolled through her body. Then there was only silence again. Shortly before Paris he had to squirt for a third time, she let him swish and squirt in her hand. She carefully rubbed the semen out of his cock, which she now looked at curiously, and her fingers curiously explored his cock. There was still enough time for him to reach under her skirts and bring her to a third orgasm. She straightened her skirts, because they were already in the suburbs.

They were taken to the Pavillon du Temple, a barracks built 400 years ago by the Knights Templar. It was a heavily guarded fortress, and the royal family was housed in two rooms in the center. They waited three months, but nothing happened. Axel von Fersen, the master spy, managed to sneak into the Temple unseen six times, calling Marie's name quietly. They exchanged letters in silence, even whispering was too risky. On the seventh time, he was nearly caught in action and withdrew at the last second.

The citizen Louis Capet was taken to the trial, no one ever called him "Majesty" again. Danton and Marat had already decided on his death, only the narrow‐minded bureaucrat Robespierre wanted a long, exhausting trial. King Louis XVI was not allowed to speak again, nor was the citizen Capet. The only person he spoke to was his Lord. He murmured what good he had done and what he had not done so well. He regretted with all his heart that he had fucked the peasant girls and thus driven his wife into the arms of Axel von Fersen. He hardly knew the man, but Marie Antoinette had spoken a lot about him, so he had a good impression. He thought of his wife and children during the ridiculous trial. He was very worried about their future, but he hoped that when he, the king, was removed and killed, they would leave the queen and the children alone. That was the only thought that kept him going.

He did not bat an eyelid as he was carted to the Place de la Concorde in a horse‐drawn cart. He did not bat an eyelid as he knelt down and the executioner cut open his collar to expose his neck. He murmured his prayers as the guillotine whizzed down into the depths. Marie Antoinette fainted when her maids, who were allowed to bring her fresh clothes once a week, told her about her husband's beheading. The next day they were transferred from the Temple to the Bastille, to a cell with two miserable bunks.

The guards in the Bastille were rough and not gentle. They raped the queen in front of the children, two or three times a week. Axel had found a way to correspond with her. They wrote what was important to them in coded messages. She never mentioned the rapes. Nor that her son had become unduly intrusive.

Louis masturbated openly when Marie Antoinette was being raped by the guards. "I was always allowed to fuck Mademoiselle Neville!" he said, whining and deceitful. He became more direct every day, he wanted to fuck her or Charlotte. Charlotte was horrified, virginity was sacred to her and what did he think he was doing, wanting to fuck Mama!? She scolded Louis, who was constantly rubbing his cock and squirted on the floor, she had gotten used to that by now. But the fact that he wanted to fuck Mama was an outrageous disgrace! Louis ducked when Charlotte yelled at him. But he demanded to fuck Mama, no less. Marie Antoinette gave in. She sat down with her legs apart and pushed her skirt and petticoats up over her knees. Louis had to stand between her thighs and was allowed to fuck her standing up and squirt inside her. Marie Antoinette loved her children very much, but at those moments she despised Louis deeply.

She and her daughter became very close during those 9 months. Charlotte was always horrified when Mama was fucked, whether by the guards or by Louis, the petty criminal. Marie Antoinette and Charlotte spoke after each court day, when the widow Capet was interrogated and mocked. She maintained that the accusations about her loose lifestyle were untrue and false, everything else, having been queen and living like a queen, she could not and would not deny. Her death sentence had been decided from the start, they just wanted to give the appearance of legitimacy, that was all. She did not bat an eyelid when she was sentenced to death. She was allowed to say goodbye to her children, then she was taken to the Place de la Concorde in a horse‐drawn cart. She climbed up to the guillotine in silence, her collar was cut open and her neck exposed, then she was beheaded by the guillotine. The crowd was immediately silent, because everyone knew that something really terrible had happened.

Louis was sent to a shoemaker, the couple were supposed to raise him to be a good 'citizen'. But the boy left no doubt that he was the Dauphin, a prince, and they were his serfs. The shoemaker collapsed, he could not cope with the domineering behavior. The boy insisted on fucking the shoemaker's wife, his serf. She was completely shocked and screamed "I am an honorable and faithful wife!" and fled into the arms of her husband. He could not help her either. "Be at his will and do what he wants, he is the Dauphin, the next king! He only demands what is his right!" The shoemaker bowed his head, he was not a rebel, he was a simple man who had grown up in the royal regime. He undressed his wife, who was shy and frightened. Louis fucked her mercilessly, what did he care about her tears! He was the master, he had the power and his right. Without caring about the poor woman's tears and misery, he fucked her several times a day. He squirted inside her mercilessly, even though she whimpered that she didn't want to get pregnant, but he didn't care. The shoemaker had to undress her and hand her over to him. To torture him, the prince did not let him go, he had to watch his faithful and dear wife being fucked by the monster. But evil could not hold out forever. The fucking came out. The shoemakers were accused of treason against the revolution and guillotined. Louis was returned to the Bastille, where he died of pneumonia two months later.

The king's half‐sister, Madame Elisabeth, loosened up a lot of gold pieces to take care of Marie Charlotte, the king's 14 years old daughter. This was all the easier because the rebels negotiated and haggled with the Austrian emperor for her. Two years later she was allowed to travel to Vienna, until then Charlotte was given a tutor, Lord Frank Butterill from London.

Axel von Fersen received orders from his friend, King Gustav III, to travel to Denmark. There he found a long letter from the king, telling him to stay in Denmark voluntarily and wait for further orders; he did not want Axel to be involved in the French Revolution. Axel obeyed and locked himself in when he heard of Marie Antoinette's death. King Gustav wrote to him how glad he was that his friend was safe from the guillotine. In France everything was in turmoil, revolution followed revolution. Marat was gone, Danton was gone and Robespierre was also killed, but Axel lived. Tempers in Sweden had calmed down, Axel was allowed to return home with full honors. The dying king made him supreme general and gave him rich gifts. The new king Gustav IV only stayed on the throne for 12 days; his new tax angered the mob. He was stoned by the mob on the way to the Radshuset. He was followed by Gustav V, a prudent and clever king who quickly got the mob under control. Axel withdrew from public life and wrote his diaries. He did not skimp on sexual details, every word he wrote reminded him of his great love, Marie Antoinette. After his death, his heirs censored his texts, initially cutting out lines of saucy content, then overwriting the saucy lines with garlands, that covered everything up like twisted barbed wire made of ink covering the original writing. Luckily for us, modern computer technology made the garlands disappear, so that we have over 70 sexual reports about him fucking Marie Antoinette, but also about the strange behavior of her husband, the king, who fucked one buxom peasant girl after another in his cabinet. 20 years after the revolution, at the beginning of the new century, Axel followed the king's wishes and led a uniformed guard of honor through the city. Whatever it was that riled up the mob this time, the procession was attacked by the mob and some, including Axel von Fersen, were killed.

Madame Elisabeth, the sister of Louis XVI, put Charlotte up in her palace. She hired the best tutor to educate her, although she of course knew about Lord Frank Butterill's reputation. But she would rather have an English nobleman fuck her niece than a stinking rebel, she is said to have said. Frank had already taught hundreds of young girls from good families and immediately had a good rapport with Charlotte. She had become an obsessive masturbator since her imprisonment in the Temple and the Bastille, which did not bother Frank, he simply ignored it. Charlotte constantly masturbated under her skirt, and to orgasm she lay on her back and exposed her naked pussy to rub herself to orgasm. Frank hardly watched her masturbate, but when she rubbed herself openly naked to orgasm, he watched closely. Of course he had seen it a thousand times, but it was always very exciting.

"I want to fuck you, Charlotte!" he said one day. She thought he was joking and making fun of her masturbation addiction. But he remained serious, he was by no means laughing at her. Masturbating was nice, but fucking was even nicer. Charlotte lowered her eyes and mumbled that she had never done it before and had never seen it either.

She had remained a virgin and had never let her brother, the poor guy, talk her into it, because while he was in captivity he always wanted to fuck her. He stood in front of her masturbating and stared under her skirt at her pussy. He squirted upon her inner thighs, the horny guy, because he forced her to show him her pussy when he masturbated. She had spoken to Mom about it and she had suggested letting him masturbate between her inner thighs or, better still, fuck her between her thighs so that he could only squirt on her pussy from the outside without endangering her virginity. So Charlotte let him fuck and squirt between her thighs. But she always had to be extremely careful because he pushed his cock closer and closer to her pussy and parted her labia as he fucked her there, until he squirted in her vaginal vestibule. But she preferred that to him fucking Mom, and she let him fuck her between her pressed inner thighs and pussy lips several times each day. This way she could usually keep him from fucking Mom. Charlotte's voice became even quieter as she told of the carriage ride from Varennes to Paris, the only time she had held a man's cock in her hand, but she didn't dare to look at it, she had been brought up to be so shy. And, she said after a moment's hesitation, it was the first and only time that someone was allowed to touch her pussy, her brother Louis. "Just touch?" asked Frank, smiling, and she looked at him with a wounded look. "No, he secretly brought me to orgasm, in the back, in the carriage. Several times. Without my parents noticing." She had blushed and wanted to run away. Frank smiled kindly and said that was fine, because when you were fucking you got close, really close. She had to know that and had to want it. They were both silent for a long time, then she said, "Master Frank, did you really say, really mean that? To fuck me like a grown woman, to make me a real woman in the first place?" Frank looked her straight in the eyes. "Yes, of course I was serious. I want to deflower you and fuck you if you want to." She lowered her gaze. "Deflower?" she asked shyly. Frank then explained to her exactly and in detail what deflowering and fucking would be like. They didn't have to worry about contraception yet because she hadn't had her period yet.

Charlotte sat thoughtfully on the chaise longue. These were completely new things, but since he had confirmed that he was serious, her mind had been made up. She looked straight into his eyes. "Yes, I want it, Master Frank. Make me a woman, I will be the happiest woman in the world and I will be forever indebted to you!" She looked questioningly into his eyes. He nodded and said that they would do it right now, immediately! She pulled her dress over her head and sat naked. Frank also undressed and sat next to her. "Come, grab my cock, get to know it!" he said simply and she touched and looked at his cock. He explained everything to her, then laid her on her back, pulled her knees up and spread them apart.

She was very slim, almost skinny and already had beautiful, apple‐sized breasts. Only a delicate, blonde fluffy down grew on her pubic hill, which made her pussy look childlike. Just to his taste. She rubbed her clit as ordered until she was breathing very shallowly from excitement. Frank tried to penetrate, but her hymen offered resistance like leather. He looked at it briefly and took a paper knife from the desk. He cut the leathery hymen in a cross shape, then he could penetrate. "You are a woman now, a real woman, Charlotte," he said tenderly, "and from now on we can fuck as often as we want!" Frank hugged the trembling girl very gently and calmed her down before he fucked her. "You can help with your finger if you don't have an orgasm," he said and she nodded. But it wasn't necessary at all, because she had an orgasm very easily and a second one, then he squirted inside.

Madame Elisabeth nodded constantly when she saw the two of them fucking in the study. That was good, Charlotte was 15, other girls were already mothers at that age. And Lord Frank was a man of honour if Charlotte wanted to marry him. But she rejected the idea, in her opinion the Lord was an ancient man, he just looked very young. He was not looking to get married, definitely not. His book about China, which she hoarded like a treasure, had been written 100 years ago, his real age was a secret that she never mentioned. He looked 30, he fucked fiery like a 30‐year‐old, so he was 30. Basta!

Charlotte could not and did not want to give up masturbating, it really was her addiction. But she loved fucking and learned everything there was to learn from Frank. They fucked every day, usually more than once, and she enjoyed these beautiful orgasms, which were so different from the orgasms she got from masturbating. She studied very hard, she even wanted to learn a little Mandarin, why not? She quickly had learned English, German, Italian and Swedish like a world champion. After two intensive years, just before she turned 17, she was allowed to travel to Vienna. Frank didn't feel like it, he had no good memories of the Austrian Empire, so he didn't accompany her.

But he observed her life like he did that of all the girls he had met and loved over the centuries.

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