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It was not without considerable trepidation that Madame de Franval had proposed the bribe to one of her daughter's handmaidens in exchange for admittance into the room adjacent to her husband's apartment. Her intention was to dispel the fear that had been instilled in her by her mother, and by her husband's increasingly amoral behaviour, concerning their daughter Eugenie. Continually she told herself that tonight would obliterate this worry from her mind; that, if she were to be so unlucky as to discover that Franval was truly unfaithful, that he had indeed been carrying on an affair, that surely he would not be so debased, so evil-minded as to involve his own daughter in the matter. And yet, in spite of her efforts, Madame could not quell the disturbing thought... it had haunted her day and night since the beginning of this whole sad turn of events, and she felt if she did not learn the truth, for better or worse, that she surely would not be able to go on living.

But now as she stood in the richly-furnished room with these silk-lined walls and marble columns, standing before the tiny knothole behind a picture frame which overlooked her husband's apartment, Madame de Franval was beginning to wish that she had not become involved in the adventure at all. Her instincts all told her that something was terribly wrong about the relationship Monsieur de Franval had with their daughter - even the little hole was testimony to that, no doubt drilled in the wall by one of the servants so as to spy on the late-night goings-on in Franval's apartment - but her heart, still belonging solely to the villain to whom she was married, longed to grasp at the belief that, somewhere beneath his arrogance, his cruelty, there lay the tender, virtuous soul that had been her infatuation for all the years since she had met him.

With a heavy heart, Madame de Franval placed herself before the spyhole, her hands clamped tightly together, praying that the outcome of what she was about to witness would not be as terrible she feared.

The adjacent room was shadowy, the curtains drawn over the big bay windows overlooking the garden, but there was quite enough light for Madame to see clearly. Eugenie, who appeared nude except for some fine black riding boots and a single blood-red ribbon tied through a lock of her dark hair, had placed herself upon an alter of velvet and roses, surrounded by many burning candles. She was not long to wait before her lover arrived: Franval, dressed in the richest of crimson velvet, swaggered onto the scene, the very picture of elegance and stately splendour. He gave Eugenie a lascivious smile and made his way to the alter where she awaited him.

"Ah, my darling Eugenie," Franval purred, and from her station at the spyhole Madame could clearly hear his every word. "How I've longed to embrace you in my arms once again... My angelic child, lavish upon me your sublime affections," and taking his daughter's face in his hands, the rogue kissed her mouth passionately.

Madame de Franval, needing no more proof than what was before her eyes, tore herself away from the spyhole and flung herself through the doors into the hallway. As an issue of tears began to overflow her lovely eyes, she shoved open the doors to Franval's chamber where upon the velvet alter he and his daughter were preparing to make a sacrifice.

"Oh, you," Madame cried to her husband, casting herself at his feet, "you who fill my life with misery and sorrow, I have not deserved such treatment... However you have insulted and wronged me, I still worship you! See my tears, and do not dismiss my appeal:" and gesturing to the indignant Eugenie, "I ask you have mercy on this poor wretched child, who, deceived by her own weakness and your seduction, thinks she can find happiness in shamelessness and crime!"

Franval, who at first had seemed only surprised by his wife's sudden intrusion, had during the course of her outburst gone from annoyed to angry to downright irate. Disgusted at her virtuous performance, he drew back his hand and slapped Madame harshly across the face. "For fuck's sake, woman," he fumed, standing over his trembling wife imperiously. "You dare to interrupt me, your husband, by all rights your master and keeper, when there is fuck to be shed? Oh, 'tis a foolish blunder, my dear girl, and one that will cost you dearly... There's more to be shed than fuck on this night, methinks."

"Oh, but can't you see, my love," Madame de Franval pleaded, "I only wish to save you from your heinous deeds, from these perfidious acts that outrage both God and Nature..!"

This enraged Franval. He seized his wife by the hair and pulled her forcefully to her feet. "Insolent bitch," he snarled venomously. "I'll teach you to butt in where you are not wanted." And dragging her to the top of the spiralling marble staircase, gripping Madame de Franval by her flaxen locks, he prepared to shove her down the stairs.

"No - no, I beg you!" Madame cried, a fresh rush of tears issuing from her blue eyes, which were fixed wide with fright. She struggled against her cruel husband, desperately trying to free herself, but in vain - Franval was much too slighted to relinquish her now.

"Treacherous creature!" the villain spat, and with all the force his fury could muster, he flung the terrified woman into the darkened abyss.

A shrill scream wrenched itself from Madame de Franval's throat as she felt herself dropping, her body already aching in anticipation of the inevitable contact with those slick marble stairs. The moment arrived with a sickening smack, and a cynical smile teased Franval's rosy lips. His wife, as of yet still conscious, felt to cry out, but the all-consuming pain coursing through her battered body refused to let more than a few pathetic whimpers pass her lips as she continued to roll helplessly over the cold, hard stone.

Franval, pale eyes afire with wicked delight, pricked his ears to every wet crack of his wife's body slamming against the solid marble steps, relishing the sound of each shattering bone. Her flopping, jerking body provided quite a spectacle to the sadistic libertine, and his eyes devoured every moment of it, rapturously absorbing the gruesome sight. Finally, bloody and unconscious, Madame de Franval landed in a tangled heap at the bottom of the stairs, the echoes of her agonizing descent rattling off the walls of the château.

Franval stood at the top of the stairs, leering down at the trails of blood on the white marble and the dark pool forming around his wife's twisted body on the floor far below. He had a dangerous look in his eyes, a murderous glint that had made his unfortunate wife flee the vicinity on more than one occasion in the past, and doubtless she would have done so now had she been able to move a single muscle. He had started down the stairs when a hand on his shoulder roused him from his bloodthirsty trance, and he looked up to see Eugenie standing just behind him on the landing.

"Father," said she, her breast rising and falling rapidly and her cheeks flushed most attractively. She noticed the bright red streams of blood cascading down the white marble steps, and then the shadowed figure of Madame de Franval at the foot of the staircase. "The bitch - is she..."

"With any luck," Franval interrupted, waxing wild with sadistic delight, "there's still some life left in the wretch!" And seizing his daughter by the hand, "Come, Eugenie, I've a new lesson for you... of the intoxicating sway murder exerts over the senses." And the two villains rushed down the blood-stained stairs to accomplish their perfidious deeds.

As the echoes of their approaching footsteps reached Madame, her bruised eyelids slowly fluttered open. Her vision was blurred, doubled, but she sensed the approach of her tormenter by the ominous din, despite the dilution of the sound, as though it were coming from above the surface of a pool and she was deep under water.

Franval, followed closely behind by his daughter, reached the end of the staircase and stepped onto the Turkish carpet that was fast becoming soaked in his wife's blood. Madame stared up at him with half-closed eyes and swollen lids, blood bubbling past her mouth as she struggled to speak. A cruel laugh escaped Franval's lips. "Knavish cow," he sneered, "You still are so foolish as to stare up at me with those adoring eyes, like a kicked puppy?" And he fetched her a sharp little kick in the ribs. "Half-witted bitch. Eugenie," he addressed the girl, "come, join me; give the bitch a few stout kicks in the belly before we bid her adieu."

At this, Madame de Franval's eyes filled up with tears. Unable to speak, she gazed up at her daughter imploringly, a silent plea for mercy, praying that the rays of Heaven would shine down upon that malevolent creature she had birthed from her own womb and invoke in her the pity that Nature had forgotten to bestow.

But her heartfelt gaze was met with naught but spiteful laughter. "With pleasure," Eugenie addressed her lover, and without the slightest qualm drove her leather boot viciously into her mother's belly.

A terrible, gasping moan burst from Madame's lips, along with a bubbling stream of dark red blood. Eugenie laughed wickedly, kicking the older woman again about her arms, which she was desperately trying to shield herself with. Franval observed all this with his heart and mind aflame, his throbbing cock straining through his trousers.

This treatment went on for several minutes before Franval, sensing that his hapless wife was on the verge of fainting again, seized his incestuous mistress by the shoulder. "Wait, my darling," said he, a malicious smile curling the edges of his pretty lips, "'twill be far more sweet to wrench the life from the old sow this way..." And he drew forth his silvery dagger, placing the jewelled hilt in Eugenie's palm. "Hurry, my pet, my beautiful cherub, and taste with abandon the succulent pleasures of murder," and the brute tore open the buttons of his trousers and freed his rigid member, deft fingers snaking around his shaft as his eyes gazed with sadistic delectation upon the ensuing scene.

Madame de Franval, horrified though she was by the fate that she saw all too well closing in on her, was none the less helpless to deter it; even the slightest movement of her pummelled body sent spasms of agony through every limb. All she could do was stare up at the ungodly creature wielding the razor-sharp blade above her, the creature whom this very woman had given life - and who was now on the threshold of taking hers. Her entire body was atremble with grief and terror, tears flowed abundantly from her eyes, but her offspring was not bothered one whit by all this - in fact it only seemed to encourage her the more.

Eugenie's luscious pink lips drew back from her diamond teeth in a sinister smile. She seized the prostrate woman by the shoulder and flung her onto her back on the blood-stained rug. "Well, well, miserable bitch," she said to her victim, "let's see if your petty virtue will save you now." And she slashed the blade down her mother's pale cheek.

Madame emitted a choked shriek, her flesh splitting open as a river of blood gushed down across her throat, marring the pretty white skin. Eugenie's iniquitous heart gave a leap at the sight, a wave of arousal coursing through her. With renewed vigour, she slashed at Madame de Franval's face and chest, flaying open her dress, her corset, opening her lovely breasts with a thousand bloody gashes. The red torrent splashed across her face, running down her wrist and forearm from the dagger, soaking the Turkish rug and the marble floor beneath the two of them.

"Slice her, rend her, maim her!" Franval cried excitedly, furiously labouring over his aching prick. "Ah, by fuck, Eugenie, drive your blade into the bitch's belly, drag out her worthless entrails!"

And Eugenie, finding herself in an ecstatic frenzy rivalling her father's, hurried to oblige his execrable commands, throwing herself upon the broken body of Madame de Franval and driving the blade of her dagger deep into the woman's belly.

A scream tore itself from Madame's throat, more bloodcurdling than any of the previous combined. Eugenie, her heart growing only more aroused by the terrible cries, dragged the bloodstained blade free from her mother's guts and plunged it in again and again, gouging Madame's belly and thighs, slashing at her arms and palms when the wretched woman sought feebly to defend herself. Noticing her movement becoming more jerky, seeing the light beginning to fade from Madame's huge and terrified blue eyes, Eugenie jerked the blade from where she had buried it in the woman's entrails. Raising it to her mouth, she slaked her tongue hungrily across the blade, licking up the taste of her mother's blood, and then viciously drove the dagger into Madame's fluttering heart.

A horrible, wet gasp was expelled from the bloody lips of Madame de Franval, as if she were trying vainly to drag one last breath of air into her crushed lungs so as to fuel the ravaged organ which Eugenie had just lacerated. A violent spasm passed through her disjointed bones; as the last wisps of life began to leave her, she grasped weakly at her daughter's hand... But Eugenie shoved her carelessly away, tugging out the dagger so as to speed the wretch's demise along. As she expelled her last breath, her child and villainous murderer discharged upon her lifeless body.

At the sight of his daughter writhing in the throes of pleasure atop the twisted, bloody body of his wife, Franval was plunged into the depths of delirium. His fuck sprayed violently over the face of the mangled corpse, only serving to further debase the virtuous creature that these two vile monsters had reduced to such a hideous state.

As the two lovers recovered from their ecstasies, Franval, his despicable lust far from satisfied, rushed to his daughter's side. "Eugenie, my darling," said he, "you have exceeded my expectations; come, my sweet, embrace me, let us enjoy in each other’s arms the voluptuous pleasures we have reaped tonight."

"Oh, my love," Eugenie gasped, throwing her blood-soaked body into Franval's arms, "my one and only!" And she sat immediately to tearing at Franval's clothes, casting the articles aside as their mouths and tongues entwined passionately. In a moment Eugenie had stripped her father to the skin. They embraced eachother with ardent fervour, the still-warm blood splattered across Eugenie's body smearing onto Franval's creamy-white skin, onto his cock, which was already rising between his thighs to press against Eugenie's dark fur.

Now Franval bade his daughter crouch over the lifeless body of his unfortunate wife; positioned so that her mound was pressed directly to the gaping and still-bleeding wound in her mother's chest, Eugenie arched her back so that her cunt and ass were on full display to her partner in debauch. Franval took his place behind his mistress, fixing his teeth at the crux of her neck and shoulder as his hands braced her hips and probing his member deep into Eugenie's velvet cunt.

Eugenie gave a gasp of pleasure at the feeling of Franval's deft cock sliding into her temple of Venus. As his hands began to wander over her breasts, she rocked her hips against him, simultaneously grinding her body against the wet, bloody chest wound. She moaned aloud as Franval fucked her, cum and blood mingling between her thighs as Madame's limp corpse jerked and gyrated beneath the two at each rough thrust of Franval's hips. His hands coursed all up and down Eugenie's ripe young body, fondling her nipples, her ass, his teeth leaving bite marks and bruises along her alabaster throat.

"Ah, yes, ravish me, my love," Eugenie moaned, "make me discharge upon the alter I've opened in the bitch's chest."

"Yes, that's the way, my darling," Franval growled, inflamed with depraved lust. "Melt for me, my beloved Eugenie, spill your sweet honey into this orifice you yourself created, onto this pious little maggot whom you have so exquisitely robbed of her worthless life...!" And so saying Franval was seized for the second time by the spasms of a violent orgasm, squirting his libertine fuck into the warm recesses of his daughter's flaxen cunt.

At the feeling of her incestuous lover's seed spilling inside her, Eugenie too was thrown into another paroxysm of intoxicating euphoria. She tossed her head back, her back arching as lovely cries of rapture filled her throat and her fingers dug deep into the pallid flesh of Madame de Franval's shoulders. Franval buried his face in his daughter's raven locks, breathing in the scent of her, panting as the last of his cum squirted rebelliously inside Eugenie's body.

When at last their ardour had abated, the two lovers fell side by side on the blood-stained carpet, twined up in each other's arms before the cooling corpse of Franval's wife and Eugenie's mother. Madame de Franval's eyes still stared fixedly at the ceiling, her pupils huge and dilated, her expression twisted in pain and terror, as if not even in death could she escape the horror of what had transpired.

Smirking, Franval extended one long slim finger and dipped it delicately into the wide-open wound which contained the mutilated remains of Madame's heart. He swirled it inside the gory orifice, gathering thereon his late wife's crimson blood, mixed with the slickness of his offspring's fuck. Eugenie, taking her father's delicate wrist in her hands, drew his bloodied fingers to her lips, and with a seductive smile licked away the blood and cum. "Does it please you, Father?" she asked in velvet tones.

Franval smiled in a mixture of satisfaction and strange adoration. "Very much, my love," said he, and leaned in to kiss the blood from his daughter's lips.
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