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. |