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The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger
Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster
"That's not true!" Oliver protested. "I-I didn't do this!" He then pointed to Colette, "She let me into your home as I was supposed to meet with the Comtesse, and then I shared a glass of the Comtesse's wine, remember? It was so strong that I passed out, and when I woke up, I found myself in this situation! It's the truth, I swear..." Angelique shook her head. "Monsieur, I do not even remember arranging a meeting with you tonight. I did have a meeting tonight though, but it was with Lieutenant Ducard. The last time you and I spoke was earlier this morning." "I swear to you Madame, she let me in!" said Oliver, pointing to the frightened Colette again. "She's your servant girl." Angelique snapped. "How dare you, Monsieur! Colette is my niece, as is Josette. They are staying with me for the weekend, and they are NOT servant girls." "But..." "Enough!" Angelique interrupted. "I have heard enough. I will not tolerate a liar such as you, Monsieur. Lieutenant, please arrest this repulsive rat and take him out of my sight!" "With pleasure, Comtesse!" acknowledged Lieutenant Ducard. He sheathed his sword and grabbed Oliver's arm firmly. "Let's go, sir." He ordered. Oliver was still stunned as Ducard took out his handcuffs and secured them around Oliver's wrists, and then f***efully led Oliver away and out of the bedroom. As Oliver walked behind Ducard, he did not look back at the three ... ladies, but could hear their conversation: Angelique: "Oh mes nièces! Are you two alright? Did he hurt both of you? Josette: "Oh Tatie, it was horrible...he came at us with the dagger, and...and..." Angelique: "Shhhh....it is ok, Tatie is here. Nothing bad is going to happen anymore. That awful miscreant will hang for his crimes, and he won't harm you two ever again..." Colette: "Promise?" Angelique: "Yes...promise." If Oliver had looked back however, he would have seen twisted, malevolent feminine faces silently trying to hold back their calculated laughter as they convincingly continued their charade... *********** A few weeks later... The gates of the dark, damp pit that was Beaufort Royale's Old Prison House made a loud creaking sound as the prison officer accompanied a young nun carrying a small Bible past the long row of cells. Stopping in the middle, the officer banged his stick against the prison bars loudly, in order to alert the occupant inside. From the darkness, a scruffy, unkempt, withered gentleman emerged. Oliver eyed the curious nun behind his prison bars, looking very demure and pious, clutching her Bible tightly in her hand. The prison officer unlocked Oliver's prison cell and sternly told the nun, "You have fifteen minutes." He then looked at Oliver coldly, "And you better treat her with respect." He closed the prison cell and securely locked it before walking back to his post. The nun watched the prison ...