Mistress Collette's Lair



 

    The Legend of Vampire Collette

Chapter Eleven

   

    The sun alit on our faces as it rose in the early morning sky.  Collette stood by and watched as I tied Brian to a thick, sturdy table, his naked ass pointing towards the morning sky.  Keith and Nathaniel were chatting in the dining room, Nathaniel's words guided by Collette's subliminal commands to discuss only the past.  The present and future were lost to his thoughts.

    Collette had decided to begin Brian's training and punishment for the years of abuse he had inflected on his helpless wife.  When I finished the last knot, his body bound securely to the table, Collette handed me a bottle of scented oil, "coat his skin, but leave his ass bare."

    I obeyed, coating his thighs, calves, back, shoulders and arms.  As commanded, I left his ass free of the protective oil.  She looked at Brian, whimpering on the hard wood, "the sun is going to heat your skin today, and your ass will get a sunburn.  Tonight when I paddle you, the pain will be almost unbearable."  She bent forward, her lips inches from his ear, and whispered, "almost."

    He started to beg and plead, "don't," he cried into the early morning air, "please don't do this.  I'm sorry, so sorry, pleas..." the door shutting behind us muffled the rest of his pleas as we descended a long staircase into to comfort of the castle.

    We walked through the castle, the candles still obeying some unwritten command to illuminate Collette's path.  She commanded the inanimate objects as easily as she commanded the living, and each succumbed to her will willingly.  She was an amazing woman and deserved the obedience offered.

    Thank you, she thought to me.

    You're welcome, I thought back.

    We walked in on Keith and Nathaniel as they sat, chatting about the crops and weather.  "Keith," Collette directed, "your grandfather must be hungry.  Through there," she pointed at the doors that led to the kitchen, "is the kitchen.  Please prepare a meal for the five of us.  I need to talk to your grandfather alone, so don't come out unless we call to you.  Okay?"

    "Absolutely," he said in a high voice.  The thought of food sounding appealing.

    Five? I thought to Collette.

    Did you forget about Linus? she asked, taking a seat next to Nathaniel.

    Yes, I admitted and sat by Collette's side.

    "I don't know what to do with you," Collette began.  "I took Keith as a lesson to you and still you cast the vote to amass the town and come hunting me.  You knew what I was, and the power I possessed.  Did you really think you could defeat me?"

    "The weather has been unseasonably warm, don't you think?" Nathaniel asked.

    "Speak freely," Collette commanded.

    "We could have beaten you," Nathaniel hissed, anger dripping from his words.  "We had the numbers to defeat you, both of you."  He glanced at the kitchen, "all three of you, if need be."  His face was bent in rage, panic and ire burning in his eyes.

    "Let me show you something," and she blinked.

    "We could have beaten you," Nathaniel hissed, anger dripping from his words.  "We had the numbers to defeat you, both of you."  He glanced at the kitchen, "all three of you, if need be."  His face fell, he looked at Collette, then his mouth fell open, "you, you," he couldn't complete the thought.

    "Yes," Collette admitted, she was not gloating, she was speaking in a polite, friendly tone.  "I can control time.  Truth is, you killed him twice," she indicated me with a nod of her head, "and both times I reversed that coarse of action.  You could not have won, the outcome was mine to direct.  Truth is, I had plColletted on releasing Keith back to you after a few months, uninjured, free.  Now," she let the word hang in the air.    

   Nathaniel hung his head, defeated.  He now knew the power Collette possessed, the strength she was privy too.  "You are right," he admitted, the truth of Collette's words slapping him, "I could not have won.  I had voted to fight to retrieve my grandson, it was foolish."  He sounded crushed, his defeat thick in his throat.  

    He raised his head and looked at Collette, "you can understand why I had to try?"

    "Yes," she nodded, "I can.  And you understand that I cannot release you now, that I must keep you here until I am sure you will never attempt to attack me again?  That I must ensure that you don't rally support against me?"

    "I know."  He was an intelligent man, and he fully understood the situation he found himself in.  "I understand.  Will you kill me?"

    The question came from nowhere, surprising me.  Collette looked at him, her face tilted in bemusement, "you would be no use to me dead." And she smiled.

    Collette and Nathaniel looked into each other's eyes, each reading the face of the other.  I could read Nathaniel as he looked defeated, beaten and scarred; like returning from a distant battle, returning home a fallen soldier from a bloody war.  Tears of regret fell from his eyes. He could see his future fading like the setting sun, growing darker with each passing second.  

    "I will not fight you," Nathaniel whispered.  He held his wrists to Collette in supplication, accepting his position like a prisoner of war.  "I succumb to you," he bowed his head,  "please, accept my apologies."

    He was an intelligent man, his wisdom written in the lines on his face. He had accepted his defeat, and his character, strong and just, demanded he acknowledge his downfall and bow to Collette and her power.  He was doing so willingly, no regret or shame in his decision.  "I am yours to command.  I will no longer fight you."

    Collette could read his thoughts and knew he was speaking the truth.  He was a man of honor, and he lived up to an ethical code only few could understand. It was this code of honor, more than the desire to reclaim his grandson, that prompted his decision to rally support to fight against Collette.  His strong moral fiber demanded he follow the course his honor dictated, and he did so unerringly.  That same strength of honor now demanded his acquiescence, and again he did so willingly.

    "You will not discuss your failed attempt to rescue Keith with him.  I have your word, yes?"  Collette asked.

    "Yes."  

    Collette knew he would honor his promise.  "Very well.  We shall discuss your punishment after we eat."

    Nathaniel could only nod, "of course."

    Keith brought in five salads and set them on the table.  "I have a roast in the oven, and it will be ready in about twenty minutes," he announced.  We watched as he made numerous trips into the kitchen, returning each time with some silverware or plates, glasses or seasonings in hand made wooden containers.  The containers were intricately carved and I wondered about them.

    Ask me later, Collette thought to me.

    Of course, I replied in kind.

    The door to the hallway opened and Linus walked in, looking healthy and revitalized.  He had fed on Keith and had regained some much needed rest, the time spent asleep on the hard stone floor when Collette had accelerated time seven week had seemed like but a second to his worn body and did little to ease the stiffness in his joints.

    "Mistress Collette," he smiled, crossing the room to take her hand.  He kissed her knuckles gently, "it is a pleasure to see you."

    "Thank you, Linus," she beamed, "this is Nathaniel," she indicated the gray-haired gentleman sitting next to her.

    Linus shook Nathaniel's hand, "a pleasure, sir."

    "Well met, Linus," Nathaniel said.  It seemed out of place, a polite dinner scene playing out with the threat of Nathaniel's punishment hanging in the air like the sword of Damocles' hovering above and waiting to strike.  Linus took an empty seat and Keith came in carrying a bottle of red wine.  He poured each of us a glass and then sat in another chair after filling his own empty chalice.  The five of us ate our salads and sipped our wines in silence, enjoying the robust dressing that seemed to make the vegetables come alive with flavor in our mouths.

    Keith excused himself and returned to the kitchen.  We listened as he prepared the roast and he carried it to the table.  There were potatoes and carrots and onions in the pan, a thick layer of natural gravy resting in the bottom. Keith placed the large pan on the table and began to serve each of us.

    We ate the roast, sounds of delight escaping our lips.  Keith was a remarkably good cook, the meal was delicious.  We savored the meat, and vegetables, the flavors exquisite.  Keith kept our wine glasses filled, pausing between bites to freshen our glasses.

    With dinner behind us Collette commanded Keith to clean the dishes.  Keith acknowledged her command and hastened to obey.  Collette turned to Linus, "Linus," she began, "I need you to fetch me a paddle, and some rope.  Meet us in the bedroom."  

    "Yes, mistress," he hastened to obey.

    "Let's go," she told Nathaniel and I.  We followed her to the bedroom.  Collette turned to me, "draw us a bath while I take care of Nathaniel."

    "Yes, mistress," I nodded. 

    I walked to the sunken tub, had it really been two months since I had last taken a bath?  I turned the water on, a fine mist of steam rising as hot water filled the bathtub.  I adjusted the water to a tolerable level and waited as the water rose to about eight inches from the surface of the floor, adding a dollop of bubble bath to the rising level.

    "Strip," Collette commanded.

    Nathaniel obeyed, dropping his clothes into a useless pile at his feet.

    Collette pulled  the now nude Nathaniel to stand opposite the sunken waterbed.  She pushed him against the wall and commanded him to hold his body in an upright spread-eagled position, his hands and feet stretching away from his body.  Nathaniel held his limbs in the required position and with a subtle thought the stone walls of the castle moved.  Four rings of stone appeared just above Nathaniel's hands and feet, a thick half circle, solid to the touch.

    Linus walked into the bedroom and handed Collette the rope she had requested.  "Thank you, Linus.  Please go help Keith clean the dishes and then if you would be so kind, give him a tour.  He will be here forever, now."

    "Yes, mistress," Linus smiled, and turned to leave.

    Using the rope, Collette bound Nathaniel to the wall.  She tied the rope around his limbs and looped the coarse rope through the stout rings of stone.  Nathaniel was bound helplessly.  He pulled at the rope, but his arms were useless to him.  "Remember," Collette told him, "this is punishment."

    "I know," he whispered.

    "Very well.  Silence," she said, robbing him of his voice.  He could whimper and moan, but tangible thought was forbidden until she gave him his voice back.  With a thought she tricked his mind.  

    Nathaniel began to pull against the ropes that held him immobile. His body itched, he could feel the ants as they tickled across his naked flesh, their tiny legs sliding across his taut form. He whimpered as the maddening itch escalated, pulling against the ropes, trying to scratch the flesh that was tormenting him.

    He struggled, his arms flexing as he pulled against the rope.  The stone rings held firm, immobile and solid.  The rope bit into his flesh, turning the underlying skin a raw pink of discomfort.  Nathaniel whimpered loudly, his voice gone, only guttural sounds of suffering remaining in his throat.  He shifted against the coarse stone wall, trying to scratch his itching back.

    Still his struggles increased.  He could see the ants crawl across his skin, could feel their feet playing over his body until he thought he would go mad from the scratching.  "Make it stop," his mind screamed, but only a pathetic whimper issued from his mouth.  Drool appeared and ran from his mouth, falling to his chest in a milky stream.

    Now, Collette thought to me, bathe me.  She crossed the room to stand by my side.  

    With pleasure, I thought back, smiling.

    I began to undress her, pulling the white gossamer dress off of her shoulders.  The gown fell to the floor and her body appeared to my gaze. She was beautiful and I told her so.  Smiling I took her hand and lowered her into the water.  She moaned happily as the warm water caressed her skin.

    I stepped into the tub with her, our hands intertwined.  I helped her to sit in the water, the water caressing her breasts.  I sat down on the floor, my feet hanging into the warm water.  The cool air of the room danced along my skin, a stark contrast to the temperature of the water and my skin erupted with Goosebumps.  

    My hands reached forward and pulled Collette back against my legs.  She leaned against me, my legs supporting her.  I grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the warm, soapy water.  With the washcloth soaking I rang it out, spilling the water over Collette's shoulders.  She moaned in delight and shifted in the water as the warm water ran over her body.  I reached forward and began to run the cloth over her shoulders, sliding my hand lower to bathe her breasts.

    I ran the cloth over the supple mound of her breasts, massaging the flesh as I cleaned it with the soapy rag.  Collette moaned and pressed against me, her eyes locked on the writhing form of Nathaniel as he suffered against the stone wall of the castle.  He was drooling intensely, spittle falling from his mouth unhindered by any form of control.  He was lost in his world of torture, the incessant itching growing intolerable as time passed.

    How long will he stay there? I thought to Collette, dropping the washcloth down to bathe her stomach.

    Two days, she replied, he will need to eat and drink by then.  After that I will decide if he has suffered enough.  He does squirm magnificently, she added.

    I looked at him, and he was hanging in his bonds, his ass pressing against the stone.  He shook, twitching as the unseen assailants danced across his skin in their itchy procession.  He squirmed, twitched, jerked and shuddered as the maddening itch continued. 

    I dropped the washcloth into the water and pulled it up along Collette's right arm, bathing her wrist, forearm and upper arm as I did.  I ran the cloth along her neck, brushing her hair aside.  The bare skin at the base of her skull was enticing and I bent forward and pressed my lips against it, kissing her chastely.  I continued bathing her, dropping the cloth down her left arm, ending at her long fingers.

    Get in, she whispered in her thoughts, and I obeyed, moving forward and taking a seat behind her, my legs outside of hers.  

    She laughed, "take your clothes off, silly."

    I stood up behind her and kicked my wet shoes off, setting them aside.  I pulled my pants off and set them, dripping, on top of my shoes.  I unbuttoned my white shirt and pulled it off my shoulders.  The bottom half of the shirt was soaked as well, and I placed it on the expanding pile of clothes.  Finally I slipped back into the water, nude, my bare legs pressing against Collette's thighs.

    Still giggling in amusement, "much better," Collette laughed.

    I picked up the rag and continued bathing her soft body.  My clothe clad hand dropped down her body, slipping between her thighs.  I cupped her sex, holding my hand against her pussy.  I spun my hand in soft circles, massaging her pussy as I cleaned her.  My finger slipped out from behind the washcloth and I pressed it into her sex.

    Collette moaned, pressing her head against my shoulder as I massaged her pussy.  I masturbated her, my finger dipping within the silken folds of her sex, the rest of my hand pressing firmly against the mound of her pussy.  She moaned again as my hand continued its revolutions, my finger shifting in small circles within her pussy.

    "Yes," she breathed, "yes," her breathing escalated with her climbing pleasure.    

    I masturbated her to completion, her body shaking against mine as she came.  My hand cupped her sex, her legs closed tight against my wrist.  Her head pressed against my shoulder and she screamed loudly, her pleasure racing through her body.  She opened her shut eyes and watched Nathaniel squirming miserably against the stone wall and she came again, shouting in ecstasy.

    I kept my hand positioned on her sex until her pleasure waned.  She lifted her head off of my shoulder and tilted her head to look at my bearded face, "yummy," she whispered.

    Yes, I agreed, answering her with my thoughts.

    Collette stood up and pulled me up with her.  Dry me, she commanded and I stepped out of the tub to grab a thirsty towel.  I patted her body dry, starting at her feet, working higher until I wrapped the towel around her brown hair.  Grabbing a second towel, I dried my body quickly.  Together we walked to the sunken water bed, the candles casting romantic shadows on the wall.  We lowered our bodies to the bed, and together, holding hands, we watched Nathaniel suffer.

    His eyes rolled back in his head as he writhed in misery.  The nonexistent ants tormented his bound body, causing him to drool uncontrollably as his hips bucked, trying to scratch an itch that was unscratchable.  He pulled at the ropes that bound him to the wall, his despair building in those impotent tugs against the rope.  His thoughts danced into my mind, Oh God, he thought, it itches, please stop it.  Get them off me.

    Collette read his thoughts with a sorrow filled smile.  He will suffer no long term damage, she assured me.  She pulled me to her, we need to sleep.  It has been a long day.

    Yes, I agreed.

    Tomorrow I will have you read to me.  There is so much more for you to learn, so many centuries for you to experience.  She smiled, her face hinting at the exhaustion she felt.  

    I realized then how tired she must be.  I had not thought of how tiring it would be to control time, to cause eternity to reverse and allow history to be rewritten.  She was exhausted, needing to sleep.  Good night, I thought to her, pulling her to me, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

    Good night, she thought back and the candles flared out.

 

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