Lost Honour:- Reclaiming the Eagle of the 6th Regiment Part 1(Based on an Original Concept by Arc)

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This new tale is part one of a story is a collaboration between Arc and myself. It is April 1814, and Napoleon as fled to the isle of Elba after the coalition enters Paris. To Lucille Fontaine, the daughter of a wealthy industrialist known for his shifting loyalties this is a time of uncertainty, her husband Colonel Jean Luc Fontaine as fled with the emperor after his regiment the 6th was scattered by Russian forces attacking Paris. She remains a true Bonapartist but worries about her beloved husband. However, one day she receives a letter from her husband telling her of a his greatest shame, the loss of his regiments Eagle. Determined to restore her husbands honour and reclaim what is rightfully France's, Lucille embarks on an epic adventure which will test her mettle. This is her story....



Paris, Friday 5th April 1814. The Villa of Clemenceau 14:30am



Lucille Fontaine sighed as stared from the window of her father's villa, seeing another parade of Russian soldiers match past resplendent in their double breasted bottle green jacket arms at rest. The bastards having "requisitioned" her home. Oh how she wished for a glimpse of dark blue, the uniform of her beloved husband Jean Luc. For her, seeing these foreigners of the Coalition strut around Paris was an affront to her pride as a Frenchwoman and loyal supporter of L'Empereur Napoleon. But the thing that caused her heart to ache, was the absence of her dear, brave dashing Jean-Luc a man who had risen so high in the Imperial Army, from Private to Colonel a peasant to a commissioned officer. The man who she had met at a Gala ball 2 years ago, who she had fallen in love with from their first meeting and he with her. He asked her asp of a father, Gaspard Clemenceau for her hand 3 times but was rebuffed each time. Finally, Jean-Luc want to his patron the Marshal Masséna who interceded on his behalf and there was no way he could refuse him then. The day she married the love of her life, was the most happiest of Lucille's life. But the course of true love never did run easy. Jean-Luc followed the Emperor to Russia, almost dying at the Battle of Borodino and during the retreat, those days were the hardest which almost tore Lucille apart with worry. He had returned to her though, with the Legion of Honour and a Colonel's brocade. It seems that not even war could keep them apart, but only a few months later fate conspired to part them again. During the last days of the empire, he had returned to Paris and after a night of passion had explained that he had to defend France but that his heart will always belong to her. That no matter what, he would fight like hell to see her again. That had been over a week ago and Lucille had been out of her mind with worry, she hadn't received no word and she feared the worse. At 24 Lucille was a strikingly beautiful young woman, with high cheekbones heart shaped features and piercing blue eyes the colour of the sky. Her long honey blonde hung past her shoulders, it was these looks and her intelligent mind that Jean-Luc had said he had fallen for. Now with the love of her life gone, Lucille had few allies in the city save for the Dinner Circle. A group of like minded supporters of the Emperor who discussed the dire situation France found herself in, and who talked about ways to resist the Coalitions occupation of Paris to pave the way for the Emperors return. The sound of a knock at the door, broke her reverie. "Enter." She said as the door opened to reveal the pretty brunette visage of her chambermaid, her most dear loyal friend Anaïs. "My lady, you need to see this." She closed the door behind her, brandishing a letter. "This came for you. A young man, cloaked said he serves your husband and he asked me to give you this." Lucille took a deep breathe, snatching the letter from her hand feeling a sense of apprehension but also anticipation. Hoping for good news, Lucille quickly opened it breathing a sigh of relief, tears of joy welling in her eyes. "It's from, Jean-Luc my beloved!" She held out the letter for Anaïs, reading it out loud.


My Dearest Lucille


I'am alive and well with our Emperor who as been exiled to the Isle of Elba following the Coalition's victory. The defence of Paris was a disaster, my Regiment gave everything to defend our nation but the Russians were too strong, their fire unrelenting. I don't mean to worry you but I was wounded in the shoulder by a musket shot, but don't fear my love, I'am recovering it will take more then some uncouth Russians to kill me.



But I must tell you of my greatest shame, for that was the day I let you down, my emperor down and the country down. My regiment was routed by a Russian Colonel the Count Gregori Von Vandenberg, commanding the 45th Guards Regiment. As my men dragged me away, I saw the bastard take the standard of the 6th, break it across his knee and seize our regimental eagle, given to us by Napoleon himself. I feel nothing but shame for this grievous loss and guilt for leaving my men to die covering the retreat, I should have stayed behind with my boys. Now my honour is forfeit.


When I received your letter, saying you couldn't leave Paris I cursed your father and my own stupid loyalty. I should be there with you, but I'am still a farmers son. Your father as always despised me, and now he as changed his loyalties the turncoat. I know he would have me arrested for my "treason" whether or not I'am a colonel, legion of honour or no.


My love, I long to be in your tender arms again. To feel your tender caresses, the taste of your lips upon mine as I run my hands through your golden locks. Do you remember what I said the night before we parted? While I remain a devoted servant of the Emperor and to France, you will always be my one true love. And I long to be by your side once more. If I could, I would move the earth to make it so


Yours now and forever

Jean-Luc


Lucille read the letter twice, hugging to her breast as she cried. "My dearest heart, you shouldn't blame yourself." Anaïs comforted her with a hand on her shoulder. "He lives, my lady. This is wonderful news! And he loves you still." Lucille wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. "But he is in pain! He is grieved and I cannot be there for him. I feel so powerless! So-" "Is that traitor of a husband still alive? Wonders never cease." The voice of her father Gaspard from the door cut her off. He was a short portly man, with balding brown hair and watery blue eyes. A wealthy industrialist, who was well known for changing his loyalties like a man changes hats. He had been a Jacobin during the Terror, a Bonapartist during the coup and finally a royalist now the Bourbons were back. All to sell cartridges from his factories, so grown men could kill each other. He called it survival, Lucille called it treason. "Yes! He his alive, father! And a better man than you will ever be!" Clemenceau furious stormed towards is daughter. "How dare you daughter, speak to me like this! You and your fool idealism will be the death of you, unless you accept the new order!" Lucille jabbed her finger at her father. "Non! How dare you! For turning your back on our rightful emperor, all for selling your little balls!" Clemenceau shook his head. "I won't stand for this Insolence! You are so like your mother! You will annul your marriage to that traitor husband of yours and accept the proposal from the Vice-Prefect Antoine Du Pont. You will do your duty to your family!" Lucille scoffed as she hiked up her skirt. "That spotty horse faced Coalition puppet! Non! Jean-Luc is my one true love and no force on this earth will part us! Certainly not you, turncoat!" Her father's face went a bright shade of red as he blustered, making a face like a fish out of water. "I'am leaving father. I have an engagement with the Dinner Circle. I can't stand to be around you." She said storming out of her room. "Go! Run along to your traitor friends, they will all be arrested soon! Then where will you be!? You are not running off to Elba, my friends in the police have seen to it!" Her father called after her, as Anaïs followed her. "Away from you!" She yelled slamming the door behind her.


The residence of Monsieur Pierre Le Coubitan. The Dinner Circle 30 minutes later


"This is a travesty, I tell you. Our beloved emperor exiled to Elba, now the fat King Louis allows foreigners to strut around our streets. This shouldn't stand!" Cried Pierre Le Coubitan, as he downed his cognac in outrage. An old captain who had seen action in Spain, Pierre was a proud frenchman with greying brown hair and a noble bearing. His wife Camille, a middle aged brunette squeezed his hand. "Calm yourself, husband. You will see, our beloved emperor will return and drive these invaders out." Lucille liked the old couple, she could imagine herself and Jean-Luc being as inseparable as the couple when they reach their age. "It doesn't help us help our situation that the Tsar as appointed a new general to take charge of the garrison. Some war hero apparently." Spoke up Claude Dubois, a young former lieutenant in the Imperial Guard who was wounded during the Battle of Balien in Spain, by a shrapnel would that left him with a limp in the right leg. His young wife, the redheaded Monette sat next to him fanning herself. "Yes, a count Grigori Von Vandenberg. Commanding the 89th Brigade. He got promoted during the Battle for Paris. I find it odd that these Russians have Prussian names." A dawning realisation hit Lucille, that was him! The bastard who stole Jean-Luc's eagle. " Wait a moment, Monette. Everyone, I have heard that name before. My husband, Jean Luc sent me this letter from Elba..." She took out the letter, showing it to them and informing them about Jean-Luc's run in with Von Vandenberg. When she was finished, Pierre was furious. "So this Russian thinks he can steal a regimental eagle and get away with it? Fat chance. We must reclaim the eagle, and restore your husband's honour." Camille nodded in agreement with her husband. "Indeed. Your husband showed true courage and valour in the face of the enemy, Lucille. You should be proud of him." Lucille smiled her heart swelling up two sizes, Claude got up leaning on his cane. "Not only will it restore Jean-Luc's honour but send a message to both the French and the Russians. It will be rallying cry for all citizens loyal to L'Empereur to not lose hope in the face of adversity. And to the Russians that they haven't beaten us yet, it will dent the pride of this Von Vandenberg. A slight he will never recover from." Lucille stood up, straightening her back. "Then I shall undertake this mission. For my husband and for France. Any idea were I should start?" Unsurprisingly, it was Monette who answered. The woman, who Lucille had plenty of time for, had her ear to the ground when it came to high society. "Well, I know that the General as an elderly uncle, Colonel Count Alexei Von Stieger. He by all accounts was quite the gallant soldier in his day, but those days are long behind him now. He's half blind, and half deaf but is well loved by his men. Even if he is just a figurehead now, his Aide-de-camp Major Igor Von Dressler runs the regiment in all but name. His billet is a house of the Hauteclaire family, some bourgeois supporters of the new regime. The colonel is a gentleman and only requested a small apartment." Pierre poured out another measure of cognac. "Yes, excellent idea. Lucille can go to the house, posing as a friend of the family. Once you're in, you can trick the old duffer into revealing were his nephew is staying and where he has the eagle." Camille smiled as she accepted a glass of the amber liquid. " Of course, being an old fool he won't be able resist the voice of a charming innocent woman. That's our Lucille." Lucille smiled as she thanked the lady for the compliment. Accepting a glass of Cognac, Lucille stood with the rest of the Dinner Circle as Pierre proposed a toast. "To France! L'Empereur! And the honour of the 6th Regiment, Salut. Bonne chance, Lucille." The Circle echoed the toast, with a clink of fine crystal which sent Lucille on her way.



The house of Hauteclaire Rue de Richelieu, 2nd arrondissement 1 hour later


As Lucille got out of the carriage she walked down the street, towards the house of Hauteclaire, working on her cover story. Her name was Amie Fontainebleau and she was a friend of the family, paying her respects to Monsieur Hauteclaire by making a surprise visit. She balked inwardly, there was no way that was going to work. Are the Russians really that stupid? It didn't matter, I'am committed Jean-Luc and France need this. she thought as she walked towards the front door. Ahead she could see the large double doors flanked by Russian soldiers, resplendent in their bottle green uniforms and tall black hats. However, walking in the opposite direction towards the house were two men. One in the uniform of a Russian Major, who could only be Von Dressler a ruggedly handsome young man with a mess of black hair, who despite his look didn't hold a candle to her Jean-Luc. The other caused Lucille's blood to run cold. It was none other than the pimple marred horse faced Antoine Du Pont, the Vice Prefect of Paris, the pimple on his chin doing nothing for his horse face. Nor his mousy hair, tied into an unfashionable ponytail. The man was obsessed with her, ever since her father's gala last month and her father ever the opportunistic scoundrel, had offered her hand in marriage to him. The only obstacle to that was Jean-Luc. This wouldn't do at all, if he saw her then he would run to her father, the father the Bishop and her life with her beloved would be over. She ducked quickly into an alley by the side of the house and watched them. The two men began to strike up a conservation with the guards, which was still going on for two whole minutes. Men. They say we women natter forever but this is all evidence to the contrary. she thought savagely. Rolling her eyes with impatient, Lucille glanced down the alley finding a small door with an alcove next to it, lined with crates. That's it, the servants entrance her way in. Lucille walked excitedly down to the door, but just about as she was going to open it the flung wide revealing a young pretty maid, carrying a bag of rubbish. "Excuse me? Who are you? You shouldn't be back here." She said as she closed the door.



Lucille quickly recounted her cover story. "Bonjour. My name is Amie Fontainebleau, I'am a friend of Monsieur Hauteclaire, may I come in?" The maid, who was an attractive slip of a girl, with rounded features shallow cheekbones and big bright hazel eyes, her light brown hair pinned into a bun under her white frilly hat, eyed her suspiciously. "Well why aren't you going through the front door? You cannot use the servants entrance, madame." Lucille looked anxiously up and down the alley, she had no time for this. "Look, I'am on an important mission for France so just please let me in. I didn't see you, didn't see me." The young maid nodded. "Uh-huh. Well I don't care. You have about five seconds to clear off or I'am screaming for the guard." Lucille stamped her foot, there was nothing else for it. "I'am very sorry, about this. Whoever you are." Lucille said as she swiftly punched the maid with a right cross, the girl let out a brief cry of pain as she hit the wall. Sliding down slumping unconscious. "Ow! Ow! That really hurt." Lucille said as she flicked her hand, feeling the pain on her knuckles, as it was the first time she had ever hit anyone. Jean-Luc had made it look so easy when he taught her that. Looking down at the unconscious young maid, Lucille put her hands on her hips. "Merde, now what am I going to do? This was supposed to be simple. Now if I were dressed like a maid..." Her voice trailed off as she knelt by the young maid, caressing the collar of her uniform. A terrible wicked idea coming to her. If she stripped the maid and donned her clothing, that would get her to the old colonel with no trouble. She glanced at the unconscious pretty maid, her uniform which consisted of a long black dress, over which she wore a frilly lace apron with sensible shoes, looked to be her size although she would probably need to strip the poor girl naked to make it work, besides she needed something to restrain the girl after. Stealing another woman's clothes, is this the right thing to do? No Lucille, stop that. This is for France, for Jean-Luc . I cannot back out now. He wouldn't, he would find a way. So must I. Her mind made up, Lucille took the girl's ankles and dragged her to the safety of the shadowy alcove.


"Just so you know, this isn't something I usually do stripping other women but you left me no choice. I"am sorry about this, mademoiselle." Lucille said to the unconscious maid as she stripped off her floral dress and underwear, before she started to undress the woman. She removed the girls hat, shoes and apron dress then turned the unconscious maid on her front unbuttoning the dress from the rear. "I have always wondered what maids wore under all this." Lucille peeled off the maids dress, revealing a white thin frilly chemise, matching petticoat and surprisingly no corset. "Wow, aren't you a lucky woman. Maybe I should have been a maid." She joked as she turned the maid onto her front, hesitating as she unlaced the girl's chemise opening it wide to reveal her small but firm breasts with puffy pink full areolas. Lucille averted her gaze as she pulled off the undergarment from the maids shoulders, one arm at a time gently lowering the half naked girl back onto the pavement. "I'am really sorry for having to violate your modesty like this, mademoiselle, but needs must." Lucille apologised as she reluctantly peeled off the girl's petticoat down her long legs, getting a brief glimpse of a small womanhood crowned with a untrimmed triangle of light brown pubic hair, before she shut her eyes. Turning her back on the unconscious girls' slim naked body, Lucille quickly dressed in her stolen disguise underwear included. When she was finished, Lucille took the pins from the maids hair copying her look then tore her underwear into strips, binding the girls wrists and ankles, gagging her. "Again, I'am very sorry about this. But this for France, I hope you understand." She said as she dragged the naked bound maid behind some crates, dumping her dress the remains of her underwear and the rubbish back, on the girl's form to conceal her further. With the maid hidden in the shadows, Lucille straightened her stolen maid's dress took a deep breath and walked back to the servants entrance. I hope this works, she thought as she walked through the door, still feeling guilt at what she had to do to the poor maid whose name she didn't know.



Remarkably all the fears that Lucille had just disappeared, as her disguise actually worked. All the russian officers seemed to ignore her going about their business, I should have suggested this earlier, using a disguise is more effective then walking in the front door. I will keep this in mind... Now she just needed to find Von Stieger. She passed two maids who were chatting while clearing out the fireplace, picking up a feather duster she eavesdropped on their conversation. "That old man Stieger, he is such a dear. I always love listening to his war stories." The first maid a dark haired brunette tittered. " I know and he his a perfect gentleman, reminds me of my grandpére. He's in his room upstairs on the first floor, i might pay him a visit. Have you heard about how he met his wife..." The second maid, an girl with ash blonde hair replied. "No, but I bet it's riveting. Have you seen Valerie? She said she was taking the rubbish out?" Smiling a little nervously, Lucille pocketed her dusters and made her way upstairs. Trying the first door she came to, Lucille opened it only to come face to face with not an old Russian colonel but a young auburn haired woman. Who turned to face her. She was a beauty with curled medium length auburn hair, that framed a diamond shaped face, high cheekbones and almond shaped emerald coloured eyes. She was wearing a low cut green silk dress that brought out her eyes, with a pearl necklace and matching dangling earrings.


"Who are you? I haven't seen you before have I?" The redhead asked, her hands on her hips. Merde. There is no way my luck is that bad? Lucille thought as she thought quickly. "My name is Amie, I'am a new hire my lady." She lied, as she performed a half hearted curtsey. The woman shook her pretty head. "Really? Because I happen to be the Lady Marianne Hauteclaire, and I'am the one who takes on new hires. Or you would know that had we met before, which we haven't. Besides you are no maid, you can't even curtsey. My guess is you are a thief who stole that outfit from one of my maids. I will call for my amour's guards, they will-ugh!" Marianne made a surprised squeak of pain, as she fell unconscious onto her bed. Lucille was surprised that she had back handed the snooty woman. And the strangest thing was she didn't feel pain or any guilt, it had to be done. Then a new idea came into her head, one that made her smile. If what the maids said was true, that Stieger loved to entertain young impressionable women then one woman wasn't different from another, and the old colonel was blind as a bat. If she took Marianne's clothes and imitated her voice, she could pass herself off as Hauteclaire and ask him all about his nephew. Smiling at her genius, Lucille stripped off the maids outfit including the underwear. Then completely naked she walked over to Marianne, prostrate on the bed and began to undress her.




Lucille removed Marianne's jewellery and shoes putting them on herself, before slipping off her dress from her shoulders. "Ugh! So you are wearing a corset. My luck just keeps on getting better and better." She said as she unlaced the woman's corset pulling it loose from Marianne's slim body. Still unused to the idea of stripping another woman, Lucille unlaced Marianne's chemise opening it up and exposing the girls well rounded breasts with red rose petal areolas. Lucille noted that these were larger then the maid's bosom, as she pulled up the unconscious form of Marianne slipping the undergarment free from the redhead's shoulders. Letting the half naked girl flop down onto the bed, Lucille gently pulled down Marianne's petticoat working them off her hips and down her legs. This exposed the redhead's fuller vulva topped with a thick strip of auburn hair. Turning away from the prostrate naked body of Marianne draped on her bed, Lucille quickly slipped on Marianne's red silk dress and undergarments finding it a little restrictive and not as comfortable as the maids uniform. But it would have to do. Lucille turned back to Marianne, feeling not as guilty as she did with the maid Valerie, she tore the maids undergarments into strips binding her as she did the unfortunate maid. With the naked redhead secured, Lucille dragged her off the bed rolling her underneath. When she was finished, she took a deep breath adjusting the dress before sweeping from the room. Inwardly she hoped that she would get the right door, or she could well get caught and end up in a convent.



Walking along the corridor, Lucille came to another door this one a little further down to the right. The moment of truth she thought as she knocked twice on the door. "Hello? Who is that? Please do come in. Don't be shy." Came the voice of a old man, smiling Marianne entered the room to find the old Colonel Count Alexei Von Stieger, sat at his desk. He was an elderly balding man with watery blue rheumy eyes, skin like old parchment and a white goatee beard. His bottle green uniform with silver brocade, strained against his portly body. Those maids were right, thought Lucille he is a sweet old man reminding her of her own grandfather, her mother's father. She also started to feel guilty for what she was about to do. "Hello, who is that? Speak up I can't quite see you, child?" Von Stieger asked squinting in her direction. "Hello your grace. It is Marianne Hauteclaire." She lied as she closed the door behind her, perfectly mimicking Marianne's voice. "Ah! The sweet lady Marianne, such a delight to see you again. Much better company then my two idiot sons, the daughter I should have had. Do take a seat dear girl!" Lucille nervously grinned as she took a seat opposite him, guilt gnawing away at her. "So my sweet Marianne, what do I owe the honour of this visit? Have you come to hear about my old war stories again?" He asked his bearded jowls quivering with excitement. Lucille thought quickly, it would be best to mention his nephew he probably had all sorts to say about him. "Not today your grace. I came to ask you about your nephew, the General Von Vandenberg?" The elderly colonel put down his quill and leant forward with the excitement of a small child. "Ah! My dear Gregori, the great war hero. He as just arrived in Paris in fact. Such a brave boy, you know he lead the charge against the French 6th Regiment defending Paris. He seized their regimental colours and took the regimental eagle for his trophy, such vim! You know he recently married a young french woman. What was her name?" Lucille took the initiative, gently steering him back to the eagle. "Wow! Such courage he sounds so dashing, so brave." A thieving bastard who stole my husband's eagle she thought acidly. "Do you happen to know where he keeps the eagle, your grace." She asked innocently. The old Colonel grinned widely. " Why, he sits it near his bed whenever he sleeps. He actually pays more attention to it, then his young wife. I admit it's a little unhealthy." That's a little weird, I feel bad for the wife. Jean Luc would never do that.. Lucille leant back into her chair. "I would like to meet him, to lay my respects to this valiant courageous man." Von Stieger gave a look of confusion. "My dear lady Marianne. You are invited yourself to his gala ball tonight. Do you not remember? It's going to be a lavish display, the who's who of the city will be there to celebrate my nephew's new appointment. It's at the old Amboise Palace just outside the city." Lucille's eyes widened but she gave nothing away. "Of course, I remember now. It must have slipped my mind, silly me."

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Stiegler smiled at her as a father would a daughter. "Now my girl, it's not every day I get to chat with a beautiful woman. You really must have some of this nice port, I received from my nephew. And we can talk about Catherine the Great, I knew quite well." Having all the information she needed Lucille tried to break away, she needed Marianne's invitation. "I'am sorry, my grace. But I must depart, I need to prepare for the ball." Stieger waved her away with a kindly hand. "Pish-posh. What kind of host would I be if I didn't offer you one glass?" At that moment there was a knock at the door. "Enter, who is it?" Said the elderly colonel, as the door opened revealing Major Igor Von Dressler, and behind him stood a russian soldier. Lucille had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. " Excuse me Colonel, but I require a moment with the Lady Hauteclaire." He turned to Lucille. "My lady my I ask you to leave with me please?" Lucille turned back to Von Stieger. "Farewell, you grace. I have enjoyed our time together. Au revoir. The colonel jowls wobbled as he smiled. "As have I, my dear lady Hauteclaire. Do please call again. We have to share that port, sometime." Bading the sweet old colonel farewell, Lucille left the room.


As soon as the door closed, Von Dresser ordered his soldier to seize her, grabbing Lucille from behind. "Look, I don't know who you are or why you have come here but I know for a fact that you are not the Lady Marianne Hauteclaire!" Lucille noted the inflection in his voice, it sounded like he cared for her. "Yes, I'am know unhand me!" Von Dressler, shook his head vehemently. "Enough! I found the real Lady Hauteclaire, stuffed under the bed naked and in some distress. And one of the maids got a shock when they discovered poor Valerie, bound up and nude in the alley. The only reason why I didn't reveal your rouse in front of the Colonel is to spare him a heart attack. Now you are coming with me!" He signalled his soldier with his head, as they dragged her towards Hauteclaire's room. When they entered the rooms, Lucille come face to face with a very angry and very naked Marianne Hauteclaire. "That's the bitch who struck me and stole my dress! The one Valerie described attacked her!" She screamed as Von Dressler averted his eyes from Hauteclaire's naked form, it seemed he was a gentleman after all, despite seeing his lover naked. The major fixed her with an icy stare. "You will remove everything you stole from the Lady Hauteclaire, now!" Lucille blinked rearing back with horror. "What!? No! I will be completely naked I have nothing else to wear!" Marianne still covering her modesty with her hands, fixed her with a smug grin. "Well we should have thought about that, before you waltzed in here and stole my clothes!" Sighing, Lucille took off the dress letting it slip from her shoulders before tossing it onto the bed. Von Dressler turned to his soldier. "Guard the door. Do not let the intruder leave, I will fetch the Vice Prefect he can deal with this one himself." Lucille's blood ran cold as she heard the name of the man she despised. No, I cannot be caught here. He cannot see me naked, I have to flee and get to that party. As the two men left, Lucille stripped off Marianne's undergarments and the jewellery, flinging them onto the bed. Standing completely naked before the angry redhead. Satisfied, the naked Marianne moved towards the bed turning away from Lucille as she got dressed. That revealed an open window behind her, Lucille could feel the breeze on her naked skin that was her way out. A redressed Marianne turned to face her, looking her up and down. "You're a pretty little thing aren't you? I think the Vice Prefect will enjoy making a trophy wife out of you, dear." That was it, Lucille thought the final straw. "Over my dead body!" She yelled as she dashed passed Marianne, leapt over the bed and through the window.



Luckily for Lucille, there was a gutter outside the window with a drain pipe that led to the alley below. Despite not relishing the option of shimmying down that pipe naked, Lucille had no choice. She gripped it feeling the cold metal against her naked flesh, and begun to slide down the pipe. About half way down, Lucille saw Marianne's head stick out from the window above her. She had a look of disbelief on her face, mixed with a little admiration it was priceless. Lucille extended her middle finger to her, laughing as she shimmied further down the pipe. "Guards! Guards! Get in here she's escaping you foolish oafs!" She shouted her head disappearing back into the house. After a couple of minutes of feeling intense cold as well as exhilaration, Lucille had reached the alleyway. Stepping off the drainpipe, Lucille plotted her next move first she needed some clothes before she travelled to the Amboise estate. From around the corner, Lucille could hear the sounds of intense lovemaking crouching low she ran up to the wall and peered ahead.




Isabelle Le Blanc, moaned in false pleasure as her client some rich ponce called Sebastian stuck her again with his little prick as he rode her against a wall her skirts and petticoat hiked up. "That's it sir, your a wild one! Does your wife know your here?" She laughed as he rode her harder. "Just shut up you whore, and let me ride you." He replied out of breath. In fact Isabelle had already gotten bored of the little man with his little cock. At 24, Isabelle had only been whoring herself out to the wealthy men, and sometimes women, of Paris for a couple of months now. Originally from Saint-Ouen-l'Aumône, a small ratspit village outside of Paris, Isabelle had been a respectable farmhand married to a useless hulk of a husband who had squirted her seed in her and out popped her son Phillipe. Then her good for nothing husband got himself arrested by the guard, for thievery then swung from a tree for his crime. This left Isabelle with a son to feed and no job prospect in the village. So she took Phillipe, jumping on the nearest cart to Paris to "find her fortune" which meant selling her body to whoever was lonely. Man, woman it didn't matter to her. Their money was good as any other, and if it meant her Phillipe could eat with a roof over his head then it was a sacrifice she was prepared to make. Isabelle was lucky to be blessed with a sweet face, her jet black shoulder length curls and heart shaped features with sculptured cheekbones drew many admirers of both genders. Her big brown eyes, were a favourite with her female clients who treated her far better then the men. She was dressed in a tight white chemise, over which she wore a black laced bodice that emphasised her respectable decolletage, with a red checkered skirt that came to her ankles, a moneybag with her takings, 30 francs hung from her waist. Her long legs covered by white stockings ending in black buckled shoes. She painted with exhaustion, as her client stuck his cock back into his trousers. "Here's five franc's for a good shag, now fuck off." The man said as he dropped the coins on the cobbles before exiting the alley. Isabelle bent down to pick up the change. "Five franc's?! You cheap bastard! That won't feed my boy tonight! You weren't even a good fuck! " She yelled after him, popping the coin into her purse. Isabelle rose in time to see a young very attractive, and very naked blonde girl run towards her.



"Strip and give me your clothes, now!" A naked Lucille said as the dark haired prostitute looked her up and down appreciatively. "Not so fast, dearie. I charge 5 francs for a standard fuck, but a little more for a full night say 10 francs. But by the look of you, I say you haven't a coin to your name. Too bad I would have enjoyed caressing those breasts." Rolling her eyes, Lucille shouted. "I don't have time for this!" She swiftly punched the girl in the face with a quick right hook. The prostitute let out a small squeal of pain falling to the ground unconscious. Wasting no time and checking no one had heard the woman's yelp, Lucille crouched quickly started to strip the unconscious prostitute. As she removed the girls shoes and unlaced her bodice, Lucille reflected that she had never had so much fun in her life, despite all the guilt of knocking out the maid and tricking the old colonel. Well except sex with Jean Luc, that's always amazing. But I could get used to this! she thought as she slipped off the unconscious woman's bodice. "You know, if you really want to feed your boy become a ladies maid. Don't sell yourself like this." Lucille said to the prostitute as she unlaced the woman's chemise and slipping it loose from her shoulders exposing her impressive breasts, with full dark pink perky areolas. Averting her eyes as she slipped on the chemise, Lucille pulled down the girl's petticoat getting a glimpse of a small vulva crowned with a thick triangle of black hair. After pulling off the girls stockings from her long legs, Lucille turned from the prostitutes naked body quickly getting dressed in her stolen clothes. When she was fully dressed, finding the whores clothes to be a comfortable fit if a little indecent, Lucille picked up the naked girl, dragging her over to a empty barrel in an alcove. " I'am sorry, mademoiselle but desperate times call for desperate measures. I really hope you get back to your boy. And find yourself some proper clothes." She placed the unconscious girl into the barrel in a foetal position, dropping 5 francs in with her before closing the barrel then left the alley.



As she walked down the street, Lucille unlaced the money bag she stole from the prostitute the 25 francs would be enough to buy a carriage ride to the outskirts of the city. Walking up to a carriage driver she called up to him. "Excusez-moi? Could you take me to the old Amboise Palace, outside the city?" The carriage driver looked down at her smiling. "You going to service those lords and ladies at the big gala, right? You got 25 franc's ma cherie?" Lucille smiled as she tossed him the money bag. "Good enough?" He caught the bag holding it up to his ear shaking it, satisfied he gestured to her to get in. Clambering into the carriage, Lucille looked at the setting sun as the carriage trundled forward. It would take about an hour to get to Amboise Palace, her first order of business was to obtain a dress and an invitation, there was no way she would be allowed in dressed like this. But since there would be women there, Lucille was certain she would steal herself a nice dress. After all she was getting rather good at stealing the clothes from other women. Leaning back into the leather upholstery, Lucille smiled widely looking forward to reclaiming the eagle. Not only for her beloved nation and it's rightful emperor but for her husband's honour.