<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br/>The girl heard a smooth voice close-by, and she flinched as he poked and prodded at her bound body. She once again began struggling, growling at the way the man spoke about her. When he removed her gag, she spoke angrily.<br/><br/>"That is none of your business, but I'm not a whore. Now let me go this instant!"<br/><br/>She knew that he could 'check' to see about her virginity...and that would be humiliating. Of course, she was a virgin, but he didn't know that...yet. Still, she couldn't bring herself to answer him truthfully. She didn't want to give him anything. She couldn't see him, but she could hear and smell...and she could tell he was aristocracy.<br/><br/>When the footman dropped her on the couch, she tried to roll off of it, but soon the nobleman sat her up, and she was breathing hard...glad that he hadn't put her gag back in.<br/><br/>"Take off this blindfold and untie me! I demand to know what is going on."<br/><br/>Of course, in her tattered dress and state, she hardly was in any position to make demands, but her family had come from French nobility, and that attitude remained to this day.