He has been reading Sade...

"I apologise for the uncouthness, my dear Queen," Robespierre chuckled as he shut the door behind her, "but I wouldn't be head of the National Convention if I didn't know how to put on a show for the people!" he continued, slapping her bare bottom as he passed her.

Antoinette jumped, but tried to retain what little dignity she had. She turned to look at Robespierre and spat, "Like the execution of my husband? Was that a show?"

"Now, now, dear Queen, remember your place. You are mine now, after all," he grinned, feeling up her plump, heavy breasts,

"Yes, you truly are the great Liberator!" the former Queen quipped ironically. Robespierre frowned and retorted,

"You profited from the sweat of many slaves, dear Queen, you do not get to claim hypocrisy now." He went to his chest of drawers and produced long lengths of rope. Antoinette looked at them puzzled,

"What are these ropes intended for?" she questioned,

"I have a number of experiments I wish to make," the revolutionary replied, "and you will make an excellent subject."

She shuddered. What did he mean by this? Robespierre threw the rope over one of the ceiling rafters, and then pulled it taut, making sure it didn't fall. Oh god, she thought, is he going to hang me? She hobbled over to the door, but found that it was locked! She looked back at him with fright, but he only laughed,

"There is no escape, my dear Queen, so I'm afraid you're going to have to participate. He approached her and grabbed her hands. She tried to push him away but as her wrists were still connected to her ankles, her movements were limited. He wrenched her wrists forward and wound the rope around them, before finally pulling them tight. The Queen looked at him questioningly. She was already chained, what did he need to bind her arms to the ceiling for?

He then produced a key, and unlocked the chain connecting her hands and feet, but before she could attempt any fight, he suddenly pulled the rope, throwing her forward as her arms were hoisted up towards the ceiling,

"Stop this at once!" she yelped. Again he just laughed at her as she was positioned, her hands high above her head as she stood tall and bound to the roof. He began to rotate around her, stroking his fingers along her delicate body, causing her to shiver and tremble,

"Stop this please!" she repeated, this time more pitiably,

"Now where would the fun be in that?" Robespierre exclaimed. He reached his hands up under her arm-bits and began to tickle them. She reacted uncontrollably, squirming in humiliating pleasure as the fingers played at her sensitivities,

"Please...stop...this..." she pleaded through giggling gasps, "I...can't...stand...this!"

"If you can't stand it why are you laughing?" he continued, running his hands around her belly, "I should think you're enjoying this?!"

"No...I'm...not..." but she continued to giggle, and felt herself growing very hot and red from the sudden predicament.

"You seem to enjoy physical contact like this," Robespierre reasoned, finally relenting and letting the captive Queen catch her breath, "so why don't we try something else?"

It didn't take long for Antoinette to see what he meant. After searching around in his drawers again, Robespierre appeared before her with a riding crop. Her eyes widened in horror,

"No please! I should die if you use such a thing!"

"Oh I don't know..." he grinned, "I think you'll have as much fun as I will."

Again without ceremony, he struck her bare bottom with the crop. She yelped from the pain, but realised with horror that it had actually been quite satisfying. A whole new part of her mind seemed to materialise with this one sudden action. Obviously she could not let him know her pleasure, but the thought that he would continue thrilled her.

He smacked her again, and this time her scream was more audibly one of pleasure than pain. She tried to make it seem otherwise, but when he smacked her a third time on the bottom, she let out an almost orgasmic moan.

Robespierre smiled. This was going to be very interesting.