Ok this is exciting, my first story. Had this story in my head for awhile now, had to come out.. English is not my first language, so be gentle.
-Chapter one
'You're worthless', said Utah, while he unbuckled his belt. Tess tensed at the sound of the belt slipping out of the fabric. 'On you're knees, and I will teach you', he snarled. 'Please..', but Utah didn't give her more time to plead while he whipped the belt against her bare back. The pain was intense and left her breathless. Soon she lost sense of time and forgot how many lashes Utah gave. Her world faded black.
When she woke up she was laying on the floor, next to the bed in the master bedroom. It took her a while to remember what took her there. She remembered getting her period and Utah being angry at her for once again failing him to give him a posterity. While she laid there on the floor she felt her back burning. She pushed herself in a sitting position, hissing at the pain it cost her. Her nightgown was still around her legs, where Utah had ripped it of her back. hearing footsteps on the stairs, Tess put the dress back on as good at it's get. Looking at the door to see who was coming for her, it was no surprise to see Michelle coming into the room. The elder and always angry looking maid walked straight to where Tess was siting. Before Tess could say anything Michelle grabbed her by the arms and made her stand up. Tess kept het mouth shut knowing Michelle wouldn't have mercy for her. 'Take that off, you look like a whore.' Michelle said while she went to the closet to get a dress. 'Might as well be' Tess whispered while stepping out of her nightgown. 'It's you're all dammed fault' Michelle said. Tess looked at her, wondering if she heard what Tess had whispered. She saw that Michelle took a corset out of the closet. 'Michelle I can't where that now', Tess said shocked, knowing Michelle know exactly what happened. 'Utah asked precisely to put you in a tight corset, he even said he would come up in a couple of minutes to lace it tightly himself.' Tess looked at her shocked but kept quieted. Michelle walked over her, putting a green dress on the bed and then putting the corset on Tess's body. Just then Utah walked in, 'I will take it from here, thanks Michelle', he said with a smile. Tess doesn't move and stands there, holding the corset with her hand on her belly. She feels that Utah is standing behind her taking the lashes. 'I figured that while you fail to do you're duty, you will look slim.' He said while pulling at the corset. Tess feels him tug hard on the leashes which takes her breath away. Her back is screaming at her in pain. She staggers when the pain get to much and had to grip the end of the bed to hold herself up. Utah simple sniggered at her. 'You're pathetic.' While he tight the end of the lashed Tess feels like she can't breath because of the tightness around her. She stands there with her hands on the bedframe. Except of the corset she is naked and she feels the hand of Utah still resting on her back. She knows he is looking at her. 'The only reason I'm keeping you..' He continues and let his hand travel down. Tess close her eyes cause of the hideous feeling of his hands touching her butt. Her whole body is tense because of the pain and knowing what Utah's plans are. His hands are rough and she can't help the escape of a whimper when he roughly push two fingers in her vagina. 'You're lucky the blood will make this smooth' he whisper in her ear. He push on her back so that she is bend over the bedframe. She hears some fabric being moved and then the pressure of his dick on her entrance. She doesn't struggle, although she feels sick of what is happening, knowing well what will happen if she will.
Tess can't believe this is happening. Not only had they go to Paris for business but now she has been send to go grocery shopping on the market. She feels her heart pound in her chest the whole time. She keeps looking at Michelle who has been send with her. If only she can ditch her. The market is one busy place Tess is walking behind Michelle, creating a little more space between them. When Michelle is negotiating about eggs with a marksman she takes her changes and disappears between the people. When she is a couple feet away it feels like her heart is exploding. I this really happening? She starts running, this is my only change Tess is thinking. She takes a lot of turns, hoping that if Michelle is chasing her she can't see her. After a while the goes into a tavern, thinking she had to go off the streets. Inside the people look up when she brushes inside, but soon caring on with what they're doing. She sits in the far corner, order some wine.
After a couple of hours Tess dares herself to go outside. She asked the barmaid for de directions to the musketeers garrison, finding out it's not far out. Afraid that Utah is around every corner she hurries through the streets of Paris. Finally seeing the gates of the garrison she starts running again. It's getting dark and when she arrived at the garrison there are a lot of men with pauldrons there. Most of them sitting at tables getting their food served, there is a lot of laughter and talking. Tess looks around but can't find the one person she is looking for. 'Can I help you madam?' a man close to her asked. 'Yes, I hope so, I'm looking for the musketeer Aramis.' She asked. The man reveals a look of recognition. 'I'm sorry, he's not here.' he said. Tess looks at him in panic. Her mind is spinning, what can she do if he is not here, she didn't even think of that possibility. 'You can ask them', the man said, pointing to a table with three man and a woman sitting at is. 'They'll surely know where to find the man.' The man then walks away, leaving Tess standing there looking at the table. Slowly she makes her way up to them. There is a big dark-skinned man sitting at the table, laughing at something the younger man at the table is saying. His laugh is loud Tess noticed. But it makes her heart a little lighter feeling the warmth coming from it. Next to the young man is sitting a beautiful young woman with dark red hair. This woman is the first to notice Tess walking up to them. Tess can't hear her but clearly she is saying something to the group cause they all now looking at Tess. The third man looks stern and Tess noticed his scarred lip he is the first to speak. 'Can we help you madam?' He ask. The looks they all gave her makes her nervous and self- conscious as she thinks how she might appear to them. Her hair must be all over the place because of all the running she did. 'I'm sorry to bother you all, but I'm looking for the musketeer Aramis.
Prothos looks at the woman coming to there table. He was having a good time with Athos and D'artagnan and those wife Constance. After being at war they where happy to be back even if it wasn't for long. Constance was the first to noticed the woman staring at them. The woman was young, with dark curls and Prothos noticed a beautiful face although she looked scared and pale. She was wearing a dark green dress which was clearly expansive but also dirty and crinkled. Clearly something happened to this lady, and Prothos feels a tug on his heart at that knowledge. Athos is the first of there group to speak. Her eyes pass over the group and rest on Athos. 'Can you please tell me where I can find the musketeer Aramis.' she asked. Prothos feels the loss of his friend deeply at the mention of his name. Another woman missing Aramis in her bed he figured, but can't keep his eyes off her. Athos, clearly thinking the same reacts cold, 'He is no longer here.' The eyes of the woman grown big whit fear. 'He's dead..?', she whisper. 'No!' Constance looking angry at Athos for being so rude then turning her eyes on the woman, 'no, he's not dead. What Athos meant to say is that Aramis let the musketeers to become an monk.'
Tess let the realization sinking in. Aramis is not here. Her knees buckle. But she doesn't fall. Strong hand grab het by her elbows. Not harsh as she is used to, but gently. She looks op to find the dark skinned man standing next to her. Eyes full of concern looking at her. 'You all right?', he asked as he help her sit at the table on the place where seconds ago he was sitting. Tess doesn't thrust her voice to speak and only nods to the man. His hand still on het elbow as his other hand rubs her back. This makes her hiss in pain. Immediately he stops. 'You in pain?' he ask while he kneels next to her so that there eyes can meet. Taking in a deep breath Tess collect herself 'I'm oke' she said. 'Why do I not believe this?', the woman at the table ask, now also kneeling next to her. 'Truly i'm oke', Tess says again. She sits op straighter, 'Thank you, for your concern', she said looking at the man and woman. Than turning to the scarred lip man, 'Can you tell me which monastery I can find Aramis?'. The man looks at her searchingly, 'what is Aramis to you?', he ask. Tess looks the man in the eye, 'He's my brother''.
