Chapter 5
The life of the four young men became like brothers. D'Artagnan, who had no settled habits of his own as he came from a small province into a world quite new to him, fell easily into the habits of his friends.
They rose about eight and immediately went to the Hotel of Monsieur de Treville. D'Artagnan, although not a Musketeer, performed the duty of one with remarkable punctuality. He went on guard because he always kept company with whoever of his friends was on duty. He was well known at the Hotel of Musketeers and everyone considered him a good comrade.
On the other side, the three Musketeers were very much attached to their young friend. The friendship which united these four men and the desire they felt to see one another three or four times a day, whether for dueling, business or pleasure, caused them to be continually running after one another like shadows. They were constantly to be met seeking one another.
This particular morning, while D'Artagnan awaited the arrival of his friends, his man servant, Picard, announced there was a gentleman to see him.
At first glance the youth recognized the man to be his landlord.
"Surely, sir, the rent is not due?" the young man asked.
"No, Monsieur." He paused and looked long and hard at the youth, then proceeded. "I have heard you spoken about and if your reputation is just, it is you I must confide in."
"Speak, sir, speak," D'Artagnan said, instinctively scenting something adventerous.
Making a fresh pause the gentleman continued. "I have a wife who is the seamstress to the Queen. She is the god-daughter of Monsieur Laporte, the Queen's cloak bearer."
"Well?" D'Artagnan asked impatiently.
"Well, sir. She has been abducted yesterday morning as she was coming out of her work room."
"And by whom was your wife abducted?"
"I know nothing for sure."
"You are wasting time," the youth snapped.
"I do not know for sure but I am certain there is less love in this theft than politics," the gentleman offered.
"The Cardinal?" D'Artagnan asked.
"Yes sir, for I believe, sir, that it is not because of my wife's intrigues but because of those of a lady much higher."
"The Queen?" the youth half whispered.
"It is vengeance I fear the Cardinal wants. The Queen believes he has written a letter to the Duke of Buckingham in her name asking him to come to Paris and once he does they will set a trap to embarrass the King."
"Does your wife have privy to such information?" D'Artagnan asked.
"Her devotion to the Queen is known and they wish either to remove her from her mistress or to intimidate her in order to obtain her Majesty's secrets."
"Do you have any clue as to what her abductor might look like?"
"I do, sir, for my wife pointed him out as right hand to the Cardinal. He has a very lofty carriage, black hair, swarthy complexion, piercing eyes, white teeth and a scar on his temple."
"Is there anything else?"
"Yes, I have received a note this morning," the gentleman said, drawing a paper from his pocket and handing it to D'Artagnan. It read, 'Do not seek your wife. She will be restored to you when there is no longer occasion for her. If you make a single step to find her you are lost."
"That's pretty positive," the youth stated. "How can I be of help?"
"Seeing you constantly with Musketeers of superb appearance and knowing that these men belong to Monsieur de Treville and were consequently enemies of the Cardinal, I thought that you and your friends, while rendering justice to our poor Queen, would be pleased to play his Eminence an ill turn."
"True."
"My word, sir, look out there," the gentleman yelled, stepping near the window.
"It is he," D'Artagnan shouted, springing to his sword. "Don't worry, he shall not escape me.
Drawing his sword from his scabbard he rushed out of the apartment. On the staircase he met Athos and Porthos who were coming to see him. They separated and D'Artagnan rushed between them like a cat.
"Where are you going?" they shouted.
"After him," D'Artagnan replied and disappeared.
The two men ascended the staircase to the youth's room. When they entered, the landlord had disappeared. The two friends settled themselves and waited D'Artangan's return.
At the expiration of half an hour D'Artagnan entered his lodgings with his brow covered with sweat and his appearance distraught with anger.
"Well?" they asked in unison.
"Well, he disappeared."
He then related word for word all that had passed between him and his landlord.
"The affair sounds bad," Athos said, "but is this woman so important to risk the heads of four?"
"Observe, this woman was carried off, doubtlessly threatened, tortured perhaps and all because she is faithful to her mistress," the youth heatedly recited.
"Beware, D'Artagnan," Aramis said. "You grow a little too warm in my opinion about the fate of Madame Bonacieux. Woman was created for our destruction and it is for her we men inherit miseries."
At this speech Athos' brow became clouded and he bit his lip.
"It is not Madame that I am so concerned with," cried D'Artagnan, "but the Queen, whom the King abandons, whom the Cardinal persecutes and who sees the heads of all her friends fall one after another."
"Why does she love most what we hate?" Athos mused aloud.
"Spain is her birthright. As to the second, it is not England but an Englishman she loves," Aramis said.
"It must be acknowledged," Athos stated. "I never saw such a man with so noble an air as his."
At this moment a sudden noise of footsteps was heard upon the stairs. The door was thrown open violently and the unfortunate landlord, Monsieur Bonacieux burst into the room.
"Save me, gentlemen ... for the love of heaven, save me!" he cried. "There are four men come to arrest me."
D'Artagnan made the sign for his comrades to place their swords in their scabbards. "It is not courage we need; it's reserve."
The four Guards appeared at the door of the antechamber but seeing the Musketeers standing and their swords by their sides hesitated about going farther.
"Come in, gentlemen," D'Artagnan called. "You are in my apartment and we are all faithful servants to his Eminence and the King."
"Then, gentlemen, you will not oppose our executing our orders?" the leader asked.
"On the contrary. We will assist you," D'Artagnan flourished.
"What does he say?" grumbled Porthos.
"Simpleton, silence," Athos said, "Silence."
"We can only save you by being free," D'Artagnan mumbled to the landlord in a low and rapid tone. "And if we appear inclined to help you they will arrest us all."
"But you promised...." the landlord cried.
"Silence, with respect to me, with respect to my friends, and with respect to the Queen or you will ruin everybody without saving yourself. Come, gentlemen, remove this fellow." D'Artagnan pushed the half stupefied landlord among the guards. "You are a shabby fellow, come to demand money from me. To prison with him."
The officers were full of thanks and took away their prey.
"What have you done?" Porthos said, when the officers had left and the four were alone. "Shame for us to allow an unfortunate fellow who cried for help to be arrested."
"Porthos," Aramis said, "Athos has already called you a simpleton and I agree. D'Artagnan you are a bright man and when you occupy Treville's place I will come and ask your influence to secure me an abbey."
"And now, gentlemen," D'Artagnan said, without stopping to explain himself again. "All for one and one for all ... that's our motto is it not?"
Overcome by the example set by his companions, Porthos, grumbling to himself, stretched out his hand and repeated with one voice, "All for one and one for all."
"That's well. Now let everyone return to their homes for from this moment we are at a feud with the Cardinal," D'Artagnan commanded.
D'Artagnan left for his post at the Hotel and spent a restless three hours contemplating how he should find Madame Bonacieux. When relieved he ventured to ask M. de Treville some questions. The Captain, he discovered, knew nothing, only that the Cardinal looked very thoughtful, the King uneasy and the Queen sleepless and tearful. But this last circumstance was not striking, as the Queen, since her marriage had slept badly and wept much.
Returning to his apartment he discovered that below in his landlord's rooms a group of three Guards from the Cardinal's service had been posted within and proceeded to question any and all persons nearing that apartment. The youth removed some boards upon his floor and was thus able to hear all interrogations.
Later, that afternoon, cries were heard ... then moans from below.
"The devil!" D'Artagnan muttered. "It seems like a woman."
"But I tell you that I am mistress of the house, gentlemen. I tell you that I am Madame Bonacieux and I belong to the Queen."
"They are binding her. Where's my sword, Picard? Quick, go fetch Athos, Porthos and Aramis. Tell them to take arms and come quick-"
Sword in hand, the youth flew down the steps and barged into the room. The young rogue encountered three swords and rushed them all at once. Within ten minutes time the Gascon had wounded two and made the third flee for his life, hastily sending the remaining two off in the same direction.
On being alone with Mme. Bonacieux, D'Artagnan turned toward her. The poor woman reclined where she had been left, half fainting upon an arm chair.
She was beautifully complected with rose and opal hues. Her hair was black and hung abundantly about her shoulders. Her eyes, the color of blue agates reflected a warm and submissive glow.
D'Artagnan felt a warm and passionate heat cross his spine as he surveyed the length of her body. She was voluptuously curved with heavy ripe breasts and succulent thighs that, though hidden, fanned invitingly to a well rounded bottom.
"Ah, Monsieur, permit me to thank you. You have saved me," the full, yet delicate woman breathed.
"I have only done what any gentleman might do. You owe me no thanks."
"Oh yes I do, Monsieur and I insist upon repaying you." The woman's eyes lowered and D'Artagnan felt their heated gaze slip to the front of his trousers. An involuntary jerking of his cock was felt and he was certain Mme. could see his gesture.
"If you insist," the youth smiled, taking the woman by the hand and leading gallantly into the bedroom.
"Are you certain those men will not return?" she asked, still in full faculty of her mental workings.
"You are right, my lady," the youth flushed, realizing the moment had been too taxing upon his brain. "Come, we shall leave and settle in a little hotel, just across the yard. The Guards are sure to return and look for me as well."
Once within the confines of the room the woman fell upon D'Artagnan with passionate kisses. The youth sensed a newness to her touch and felt a deepening sensation of want never experienced before. His body trembled as the woman worked his clothing free and pushed him to the bed, nakedly aroused. The young man raised to an elbow and watched with eagerness as she removed her garments and displayed to her waiting Cavalier the treats that were in store for him.
His eyes roamed the large round curves of her breasts, the pink and thick looking nipples that jutted firmly up and arrogantly invited, the slender smooth line of her waist and broad spraying slope of her hips. His look held the dark richly densed triangle of fuzz ving her patch and the pale pink moistness of her lips that peeked out from within the bushy hollow of her snatch.
"Come here," the youth commanded, lying back to his stretched size. "Straddle me."
Madame kneeled herself upon the bed and crawled over the erectly standing cock. Her eyes widened as she looked below her knee-high position and saw the angry scarlet head swollen with juice. Gently she lowered her lips and took the shaft by her finger tips and easily slid the scalding hot nut the length of her slit. The sensation caused the youth to sigh deeply and the woman to linger longer, just about her clitoris, around and over it.
"Sire, your cock excites me with love's mysteries," the woman softly cooed, descending the spongy tip to her opening and butting the growing knob in and out quite delicately.
D'Artagnan wished to heave upward and impale the lovely bottom but instead allowed the woman the pleasure of fiddling with his diddle in her own time and manner.
Lowering her weight she caught the pounding tip and inched it within her sheath. There she paused and flexed, thus squeezing the slippery eel inside until only half of his pulsing shaft remained exposed. Lifting up, she dangled the head once more about her opening and teased the sensitive nut with tiny explosive bites.
This painfully slow operation was setting the youth ablaze. He was desperate to take her full and pump her heartily but remained submissive and allowed the building of sparks to roll about his pouch in a gentle field of magnetic attraction.
The woman's thighs began to quiver and she rapidly slid down the pole and rested her immense bottom upon his balls. The youth felt the very tip of his cock lodge within her cervix. He breathed deeply and lifted his hips slightly, still pushing further, desirous of puncturing the very neck of her womb. The mixture of hair and flesh as she wiggled and ground into him set them both to moaning and within a span of three or four lustful thrusts they both spent a heavy discharge.
Grabbing her about the shoulders, the youth pulled her down and rolled on top of her. His broad chest smashed into her pendulous breasts and his lips went wild with a series of passionate kisses. The woman's bottom tugged and pulled in a desperate effort to draw him deeper. She moaned and cried, feeling his hot mouth about her nipples, his teeth chewing them to hardness.
"Oh ... oh ... dear...." she cried out, raising her large bottom and lifting his narrow hips clear to the air.
Gorging himself on the opulence of her orbs the youth began to move, slowly at first, in and out of the velvet scabbard. Gentle jabs teased the lining, making the juices flow. Longer more defined strokes increased the sensations until the pressure mounted and the movements became more frantic. Faster and deeper the youth thrust until he felt the ballooning of her cavity and the desperate convulsing of her walls. D'Artagnan's cock burst in a canyon of running fluid. His organ spit and gurgled as he splashed about the ravine that flooded its walls and dripped to about his balls.
"Dear sir, you are a splendid fuck," she breathed, once having regained her breath.
The youth remained silent but listened to the pounding of her heart. He wound his arms about her flesh and crushed her tightly against him. He was still full of desire and moved his way to her bottom. There he squeezed and molded the grand globes of her arse.
"You shall take everything from me," she stated, once again commencing to work her walls.
"I hope so, Milady," the youth stated, gripping her waist and pulling her to a sitting position. Now upright, with legs wrapped around each other, the two rocked back and forth, driving refreshed thrills the path of their blood streams. The woman's lips crushed his and their tongues coiled and darted the wet caverns as they orally imitated the pounding of their organs. Within seconds the two bodies stiffened and clutched, holding tightly. They released the discharge of accumulated sensation together. The woman slipped back and hung half way to the floor. D'Artagnan gripped her hips and once again proceeded to stroke his tool the length of her sheath.
"Sir ... sir ... please ... I...." She never did finish her sentence for the demanding pumping that D'Artagnan delivered to her cunt ignited the tunnel to another spasm. The youth delivered two or three more blows and groaned loudly at the sudden release of his pleasure.
When the youth had raised her to the bed and was settled comfortably beside her he smiled broadly, for the woman still held his limp pecker complete prisoner.
"What, dear sir, would those men want from me?" she asked, returning to the situation of moments before.
"Those men, Milady were more dangerous than mere robbers. They had taken your husband to the Bastille."
"What on earth for?" she said, growing white with fear.
"I know of your abduction," D'Artagnan volunteered, hoping this would open the woman's vocal chords.
"Oh...."
"How did you escape?"
"Through an open window," the woman half answered. "I must get to my godfather's," she continued, "to see if there is any danger to me returning to the palace."
"Better still, I shall take you to my friend, Athos. He is close by and we shall tell Monsieur Laporte that you wish to speak with him."
The woman's face broadened into a grin and she hugged the youth to her bosom and began exercising pressures upon his tool.
The youth had never met so luscious a cunt and immediately his cock stirred within the velvet folds. Her fingers traveled his back and settled on his hard bottom. She kneaded the none too pliable mounds and probed the narrow crack. Easing to and fro, the youth stroked the silken ridges as Madame's bottom wiggled and squirmed with excitement. Wildly lurching forward, then withdrawing, he slammed solidly again and unloaded a wad of blissful cream sauce. The woman's legs snapped about his hips and she clawed at his back savagely. Her body violently shook as her cunt chewed and strangled, paying tribute to the young man's stabbing lance.
Rolling to his back and pulling the woman over him D'Artagnan whispered four words that set the woman scrambling from his organ.
"Sit on my face."
The heavy bottom hung suspended above his head and his eyes scanned the wet slit. Its color was angry red and its gash deep purple. The thick slipperiness of sperm hung about the entrance and clung to short hairs. D'Artagnan lowered her slot within licking range and teased the swollen clit with the flat of his tongue.
"Oh sir," the woman panted, stretching her bountiful body above him. "You will drive me crazy."
The youth pulled the fat button within his mouth and nibbled the tip, then lazily rolled his tongue about the soft shaft. Like a tiny penis he worked the foreskin back and forth. The woman's head dropped back and her eyes closed as she sucked in and out, sending a heavy flow of secretion cascading her walls and over his chin.
Whimpering to excess, her bottom circled and jumped as she sank her fingers into the youth's hair and hung on for support. Her body started to tremble in nearing crises and D'Artagnan poked his tongue up her slot in a darting rapid motion, abruptly broadened it flat and licked the entire gash.
"Yes ... yes...." the woman screamed, smashing her buttocks over the youth's face and grinding her cunt into his mouth. "Yes...." she bellowed, closing her powerful thighs about him as she bore down and poured a steady gush into his mouth. Jackknifing back, her body convulsed in movements of pleasure, not knowing what she was doing.
D'Artagnan crawled over her writhing frame and slipped within her sheath. Stroking rapidly he brought about a violent and sudden eruption that triggered his own and together they spent in another gloriously heavy discharging.
Slipping from the bed the two dressed and quickly made their way from the hotel room. Nearing Athos' home, D'Artagnan turned to Madame and told her she must trust him for he would find a solution to all this mystery.
"I do, sir," she replied simply.
"What...." the youth exclaimed, discovering his friend not to be at home, "the devil! I shall let you in anyway."
Once within Athos' apartment the woman turned to D'Artagnan and said, "Now I shall give you instructions. Go to the Louvre and ask for Germain. He will ask you what you want and you must answer with two words, 'Tours' and 'Bruxelles.' He will then put you in touch with my godfather. And you will tell him to see me."
"When shall I see you again?" D'Artagnan suddenly asked.
"Do you wish so much to see me again?" the woman asked, surveying the handsome Gascon. "Of course."
"Well, let that care be mine. Be at ease." D'Artagnan bowed to Mme. Bonacieux, darted her a most loving glance and descended the stairs, leaving her to lock herself in.