The three musketeers: Alternate ending. d'Artagnan woke up on the bed. He tried to figure out how he had ended up here, when he heard a female voice. Welcome back, he looked up and saw a blond beautiful woman sitting at the bed besides him. She softly fondled his hair. Did you dreamed? She asked with a sweet mysterious voice. He couldn't keep his eyes of her angel like face. She wore a long white dress from a noblewoman with a unusual low d'collet' revealing a pair of large and well shaped breasts. Where am I? He asked unsure if this was a dream or not. We are in Carle she said on a soft caring tone. Carle he repeated. In a flash the memories of his mission came back. Tuesday, midnight he said. He jumped from the bed intending to walk away. He noticed he was in a luxeous room. He noticed a can of wine on the table and two glasses. Suddenly he realized that he wore nothing aside from a white underwear. He turned around crossing his arm for his chest to hide his body. Where are my clothes? He asked with surprise. She ignored his question; elegantly she stepped up from the bed. Do you have a name? Or shall I make one up for you? She said while slowly walking towards him. My name is d'Artagnan he said confused by her beauty. d'Artagnan, I like that she replied. I am the countess the winter, Milady she said while she stopped less than an armlenght away from him. Countess? he asked surprised. By marriage, but my husband is death. I am sorry, he replied on a serious tone. She looked at his muscular upper body, and wit her left hand she began to fondle his chest. I have learned to live with death she said on a sad tone. Hesistant d'Artagnan waved her arm away from his chest. Uuhh Milady, I am grateful for all that you have done he said with apologizing voice. But I have got ... What? Milady interrupted him. Important business he followed. An amused smile came on her face as she stepped back. How mysterious does it require clothes? She said wit played seriousness. For a moment she glanced at his upperbody and groin. He sighed at the awkwardness of the situation. Yes I need my clothes. I am afraid they won,t be ready for at least an hour she said on a cool tone. She turned to the table and poured wine in one of the glasses. Untill then you are my prisoner Does the prisoner care for a drink? Well I am thirsty d'Artagnan admitted. She gave him the glass, what brings you to Carle? She asked with a voice, both sexy and mysterious. d'Artagnan doubted for a second if he should tell her of his assignment. Decided it couldn't bring harm he answered. I am on a mission for the king he said. She laughed with an amused smile as she sat down on one of the chairs. She grabbed the glass of wine. I have heard that before she said on an amused tone. She looked up to him with a look that seemed to represent both amusement and curiosity. I am serious he said disappointed by her seemingly making fun of him. You are young she explained. And young men have the tendency to excagarate. She seized him up while talking. However If you like to entertain me with a story, I love a good adventure. She sipped from her glass. I came to Carle to stop a spy d'Artagnan replied on a harsh tone. A spy? Milady asked with renewed interest. Yes d'Artagnan said. Milady put down her glass. I believe you she said on chanced tone. Her attitude had changed as if she somehow saw him as more than just a nice boy to play with. Arent, you afraid she asked curious. A musketeer is noth afraid of anything d'Artagnan replied while raising his head proud. I knew it, I knew you were a musketeer the moment I saw you, Milady talked with played admiration. She thought quickly this little boytoy over here could pose a threat. You did? d'Artagnan asked suprised flattered by her attention. Of course, but d'Artagnan if that spy would find out a thing. Your life could be in grave danger, while she said this she slowly stood up and walked to him. A musketeer is,nt afraid of danger, d'Artagnan said his chest swollen with pride. Milady walked closer to him. I am dangerous, aren't you afraid of me? Milady said on a stoic tone while looking d'Artagnan in the eyes intensely. d'Artagnan smiled, you are not dangerous. What am I? Milady whispered her face came closer to d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan paused as he thought about this. You are beautiful he said. Beauty and danger, they are the same. Milady,s voice was nothing more than a mere whisper as she leaned her face forward while gently lying her hand on the back of his head. She softly kissed his lips. completely in her trance d'Artagnan answered her kisses. Milady reached back at her hair and pulled out a sharply pointed knife stuck in her hair. She reached back with the intent to plant it in d'Artagnan, s neck. Milady I am sorry d'Artagnan said as he leaned back and broke of the kiss. He saw the knife coming down and quickly grabbed her wrist. A wild struggle ensued. Wit Milady trying to break, d'Artagnans grip on her wrists. And d'Artagnan desperately holding on. Using his youthful strength and determination d'Artagnan wrestled her to the ground and pinned her wrists. During the struggle her dress began to move and he noticed a French Lilly on her shoulder. Oh my god he hissed in horror knowing wit who he was dealing with. Milady used his surprise to wrap her legs around his chest. In a continuous motion she used her legs to reverse him to his back and ended on top straddling his chest. He tried to hold on to her wrists. But she used her dominant position to pin his arms to the floor. Quickly she slid up and painfully pinned his arms under her knees. Smilingly she looked down at his desperate but futile struggles. She pushed his head back by his hair and drove the point of her knife against his exposed throat, making him stop struggling. Looks like you will not be a musketeer after al she grinned wit sadistic pleasure. You can kill me, but there waits a surprise for you that even Buckingham can't prevent. A amused smile appeared on her face. Young and cocky, I like it. Perhaps I should not kill you that quickly. She threw her knife away; it whirled to the door and got stuck in the wood there. She grabbed his hair with both hands and banged his head to the floor, dazing him. She stepped up and grabbed his hair. Using his dizziness she dragged him to the bed. He tried to resist but she quickly twisted his arm in a hammerlock. He tried to turn around to escape, however she was to experienced. She pulled his arm up further and pulled his head backwards by his hair. She then kicked against the back of his knees and forced him to a kneeling position. She pushed his chest against the side of the bed and straddled his hips with her strong thighs. You certainly are a lively one she laughed amused by his resistance. It will be fun to play with you she followed with a false laugh. You will pay for this you bitch; you can't beat the muskete ... .. Milady raised her hand in the air and hit him with her forearm hard against the side of his neck. Her chop temporarily stopped the blood flow from his arteries to his brain. And his body went limb while he passed out. She lifted him up and gently laid him on the bed. There she removed his underwear. She stepped back to admire the result. Watching him lie there completely naked and vulnerable really turned her on. She pushed her desires away; there would be plenty of time to play later. She grabbed some silk ropes, and tied his arms and ankles to the bedposts. She then took her glass again and took some nips. d'Artagnan woke up again and looked around confused. Milady smiled; welcome back, have you dreamed? He looked at her confused. Haven't we had this before? She laughed. Let go of me d'Artagnan said his voice shaking from panic. Not yet honey, first you will tell me all about the surprise that even Buckingham can't prevent. I will die before I talk d'Artagnan responded heroically. Laughing Milady shook her head in amusement. No d'Artagnan you will wish you will die. But you will not die, at least before you have told me everything you know, her voice sounded cold. You know I have different ways of making men do what I want; her voice was cold like a blizzard. While talking she gently fondled his belly while slowly moving lower to his groin. Most of them leave them crippled or mutilated. However I learned a way which doesn't damage the body while still causing a maximum amount of pain. Excited like a child she came up with a small etui full of needles. d'Artagnan looked at it with disbelief. You think you can torture me with these needles? Yes, if I stick these needles in certain parts with lots of sinews, you will beg me to stop. You are crazy d'Artagnan responded angry. Let's test it out. She grabbed six needles. With the precision of a surgeon she pierced one needle into his nipple. The way she pierced it, made it feel like his chest and right arm were on fire. He was screaming in pain. Laughing at his screams she drove another one in his other nipple. d'Artagnan clenched his teeth as he desperately tried to ignore the pain. Now it gets interesting she laughed with unhidden pleasure. She grabbed the next needle, and grabbed his cock, she massaged it slowly then she drove the needle straight to to the top of his cock. He screamed in pain. She then picked the next needle and slowly drove it through his testicle. You better talk before you lose both of your nuts she giggled. He screamed and begged her to stop. Crying he told her everything about the three musketeers and their plans. After a while Milady knew everything she wanted to know. Good boy; she smiled sadistically. I knew I could convince you to talk. She slowly removed the needles and disinfected his wounds with alcohol. Her smile became wider. Than I guess it is now time for some relaxing, she laughed. She slowly began to take her dress of. Within seconds she was naked. Her body looked like it was sculptured from marble. d'Artagnan could,nt keep her eyes from her. She noticed it and smiled amused. She towered over his tied up body. To his horror d'Artagnan noticed he started to get an erection. Milady noticed it to. She laughed at him teasingly, so despite all the pain I put you through you still want to fuck me. She straddled his upperbody she leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her face was only inches removed from his. His erection was now rock hard. She leaned forward and bit him in his cheek right below his eye. d'Artagnan began to cry in earnest now. This is going to be fun, Milady grinned.