She explained to me what he experienced.  How he was being hunted by an unseen assailant, lost in a shroud of trees that blocked out the waning light of the ending day.  He ran through the room, seeing the jungle, hearing the jungle.  For him he was there, the terror he felt was not faked. To him he had been hunted.

    The wound on his leg seeped blood onto the floor, collecting in a small puddle.  He was not moving and I wondered if Collette's final command of "don't move," still held him still or was he unconscious.  Did his terror cause his collapse, or did Collette's voice command cause his muscles to stop working?

    Collette lowered her body onto the sunken bed.  She was still naked as we have been since my arrival at the castle.  She rested her head on one of the large pillows and beckoned me to her.  "Eat me," she voiced throatily.

    I turned my head from Keith's collapsed body, "with pleasure." I lowered my body and pressed my face against Collette's pussy.  The taste was sweet, the flesh warm on my tongue.  My tongue parted the softness, slipping inside the moist folds of her pussy.

    Collette moaned in ecstasy and lowered her hands to my head.  She pushed my face against the warmth of her pussy.  She twisted my head, massaging her sex with my face.  Her hands moved my head and my head massaged her pussy. Collette was masturbating, using my head instead of her hands.

    Her hips bucked as she pleasured herself, running her cunt over my face in heated abandon.

    I struggled in breathless abandon.  I sucked in air when the opportunity presented itself, drawing breath when I was able.  I continued to lie there as Collette pleasured herself.  My tongue dance furtively from my open mouth, occasionally rubbing against the wet flesh of her pussy.

    Collette hissed in delight, her fingers digging into the skin on my face, drawing blood.  She continued to press her sex against my face until her orgasm waned.  Breathing heavily she slid down my body, sliding he sex along my chest.  She bent forward and licked my wounds, sucking my blood into her mouth.

   She lapped at my face like a kitten at a bowl of milk, pulling the coppery fluid into her mouth.  She licked my face, sliding her tongue seductively across my mouth as she worked from one deep scratch to the other.  She cleaned my face, stopping when the blood had stopped flowing.  Yum, she thought to me, my blood sating her.

    Collette rolled over and lay next to me.  That was wonderful, she thought, her mind sounding tired.  Tomorrow we will work on Keith.  He needs, she paused, collecting her thoughts, training.

    Yes, I nodded, answering her.  

    Collette took my hand and pulled it to her lips.  She kissed my fingers, it is time for us to rest.  Tomorrow will be difficult.

    Together we drifted off to sleep.  

    The moon was full, shining down on my naked body.  I was tied tightly in the middle of a field, my arms and legs pinned to the dew coated ground by thick leather straps tied to iron spikes that sank into the cool earth.  I pulled against the leather that held me immobile, struggling against the bonds.  My arms flexed, tense as I tried to free my trapped limbs.

    The night was cool, the normal nocturnal sounds echoing off the pines.  Grasshoppers chirped playfully, their song dancing in the air.  They did not sense a threat and continued to sing in their delight.  My body was bathed in the soft moonlight, and the field was brightly lit.  I watched as Collette glided smoothly from the trees that surrounded the field.

    She walked slowly, looking at my bound form as she approached.  The crickets continued to sing; they were not frightened by Collette's approach.  She stopped, standing between my widely parted thighs.  She looked down at me, smiling happily.  She reached behind her and pulled the string that held her diaphanous  robe together.  The robe fell apart and dropped to her feet.

    She stood naked under the moon, the soft light shining down on her; bathing her in an angelic glow.  Her breasts heaved with her breath, rising and falling with each gentle influx of air.  She towered above my bound form, looking down at me.  "I love that position."

    I looked up from my spread-eagled position, the bonds cutting into my skin.  My wrists were red, irritated by the tight straps.  

    "Struggle," she breathed, watching me.

    I pulled against the straps that bit into my wrists, tugging futilely, trying to free my trapped limbs.  My arms strained, my face contorted in a rictus of concentration as I tried to pull against the ropes that held me firmly mounted like a prized butterfly to the ground.  My head shook, looking from one hand to the other, searching for any opportunity to free my hands.  I was trapped, my eyes glazing over as I succumbed to the reality of my bondage.

    That look, the defeated way my face sank with my eyes downcast matched the docile submission in my limbs.  I lay there limply, lost in a world of futility.  My limbs were no longer mine, they belong to the earth, trapped to the ground by the leather straps that held me firm.

    Collette looked down at my weak form, "that was wonderful," she moaned, her voice throaty with passion.  "Watching a man struggle against his bonds excites me, makes me wet."  Her hand slipped down to caress the gentle folds of her pussy, a long finger sliding inside the cavern of her sex.

    Smiling she asked me, "do you know the best part?"

    I looked up at her, staring into her dancing eyes, "no?"  My voice was weak.

    "When you finally submitted to the bonds.  Your body growing limp as the realization of the bondage gripped your conscious mind.  Watching that submission washing over you like a clouds shadow.  It is amazing."

    Staring up from my bound position I held my eyes locked on hers.  She was staring into my soul, looking into the depths of my essence; seeing all that I was, and all I would become.  The future opened before her, revealing the soon to be in a milky haze of probability.  She had explained how the future wasn't firmly set, just loosely laid like house of sand.  Mutable and vague.

    Her hand continued to loosely massage her sex, lightly stroking the silken flesh until her passion burned like a comet.  She stepped forward, straddling my head.  She lowered her body, placing her knees on opposite sides of my face.

    I stared at her heated sex, the soft tissue engorged with her excitement.  Her scent reached my nostrils and I longed to taste her, to savor her wet secretions.  I extended my tongue, straining to reach her sex.  Like my early impotent struggles, my tongue flailed unsated.  I could not reach her sex until she decided, she would dictated her pleasure.  I smiled at the thought.

    She spread her legs slightly and lowered her sex to my face.  "Eat me," she hissed excitedly.

    I lapped at her sex with abandon, my jaw oscillating in rapid pulses, mouthing the soft lips of her pussy.  My tongue slipped within the silky folds of her sex, probing the inner recesses of her pussy.  My mouth opened and closed, my eyes shut, savoring my task.  I flailed my tongue from side to side, massaging the delicate pink softness.

    Collette moaned excitedly, her head tilted to look at the starry sky shining down.  The moonlight reflected off her face.  Her cheeks were red, flush with excitement.  She cupped her breasts, running her hands towards the center of her chest, pushing her breasts together.  She manipulated her nipples, teasing them with her fingers.

    I massaged her sex with my mouth, bringing her rapidly to the precipice of bliss, her orgasm swelling.  Her body tensed, her eyes shut, the moonlight bathing her face in its soft glow.  The angelic light washed over her beautiful face, her heated excitement bursting from her lips as she shouted loudly into the warm night air.  

    Her excitement ran into my mouth, her taste strong, the fluids giving me strength.  I pulled impotently at my bonds, longing to hold her in my arms.  Aching to caress her hair, to pull her head into the crook of my arm and gently rock her in a comforting and warm embrace.  My hands closed into taut fists, the tendons in my forearms standing firm.

    Collette stood, pulling her sex from my face.  She smiled down at me, breathing heavily, her chest heaving in excitement, "that was amazing."

    I looked at my bonds, holding me firm to the waterbed.  I recalled the field I was bound in, the moon and the reeds singing in the gently rolling wind.  I could picture the stars shining down with their watchful stare, their delight twinkling like children's eyes at Christmas.  Collette had directed the scene, manipulating my mind as well as my senses.  I could taste her, thick on my tongue, it had been more than a dream.

    Collette smiled at me, her body propped up by her elbow.  She was resting next to me, looking at me as I stared at her with a look of amazement written on my face.  I shook my head in wonder, "amazing," I whispered.

    She continued to smile.  "Thank you," she said.

    A faint moan reached my ears.  Turning I saw Keith stirring.  He struggled to sit up, his body weak.  He propped himself up, leaning backwards on tightly locked arms.  He wobbled on his locked arms, his head hanging down against his chest.  I watched as he took a deep breath and climbed to his feet.

    He staggered across the room and stared at Collette and I lying comfortably on the sunken waterbed.  "I need to feed," his voice held an underlying threat, like he wanted Collette to challenge him. He looked at his leg, at the blood that stained his calf and foot from where he had wounded himself in his flight from his mental assailant.  He returned his gaze to Collette, "now, dammit, I will feed now."

    Collette shook her head, incredulous at the audacity that Keith displayed,  "Have you learned nothing?"

    Keith looked at her, a scowl on his face, "I have learned that you did this to me.  I know I need to feed.  Feed me, damn you."

    "Fine," Collette's voice was soft.

    I looked at her, the shock at her tone written on my face.  I had expected her to blow up at him, to respond to his challenge with the force she had shown before.  I had not anticipated her capitulating, to actually give in to his demands.  

    Collette climbed out of bed and took Keith's hand.  Let's go, she thought to me.  Then a soft chuckle alit in my ears, believe me, I am not giving in.  He will get his, just watch.  "Follow me, Keith," she said, her voice lilting with happiness, "we will feed."

    Colletteled us down the hall to the cold room that sat across from the dining room where the bound man hung limply on the wooden beams of his X-frame.  He lifted his head, staring behind his blindfold at the sound of our approach.  Collette looked at Keith, releasing his hand, "would you like to feed?"

    He was salivating, "yes, I need it.  I need to feed."

    Smiling, Collette said, "wonderful."  She pointed at Keith, "freeze."  It was the same word she had used before, and as before the results were the same as well.

    Again his body went rigid, locking up.  He lost the ability to move his limbs, he stood immobile just inside the door.  The candle light danced in the room, casting long shadows over his face.  He moaned, voicing his protest with angry grunts.  

    Help me, Collette thought to me, taking Keith's arm.  I crossed the room and grabbed his other arm.  Together we pulled his stiff body to the wooden frame the other man was bound to.  Collette unstrapped the man from the X-frame and eased his weakened form down as he fell to the floor with a loud thump.  I held Keith firmly as Collette dragged the lifeless man away from the wall.

    She returned to my side, help me strap him in.  We spun Keith around and strapped him firmly into the wooden frame.  The leather straps bit into his wrists and ankles.  Collette used additional straps to secure his thighs and abdomen to the thick beams.  Satisfied with his immobility she released his muscles.

    "Untie me," he shouted, struggling against the straps that held him firm, "now, dammit."

    Collette shook her head.  "Let me tell you what is going to happen."  She walked up to him and dug her thumbnail into the side of his face.  A deep wound opened up and he began to seep blood, the thick ichor running slowly down his cheek.  "You think you need to feed now?  You think it is bad now?  Wait a week, you haven't felt anything yet.  That wound will waken him," she said pointing at the limp man lying on the floor.  "This man here will feed on you.  He will regain his strength, you will lose yours.  But believe me, you will not die.  You will weaken, you will suffer, and you will learn."

    Keith pulled against the leather straps that held his body firmly affixed the the wooden frame.  He struggled, straining to free his trapped limbs, "untie me, you bitch. Untie me now," he hissed in her face, spittle flying from his mouth as his rage escalated.  His words dripped hatred, "first you turn me into one of you and then you deny me what I need . I hate you," his words slurred as he banged his head against the wall behind him, "I hate you."

    Collette crossed the room and knelt by the collapsed man, "Linus," she whispered, "feed all you want. Regain your strength.  You have served wonderfully these last," she turned her head to look at Keith, "eight months."  She turned back to Linus, "enjoy your new found freedom."

    Linus looked dazed, as if he didn't understand the words.  I wondered if he even heard them.  Eight months, she had said.  I had wondered if he was there as a punishment or not and Collette had enquired if I really wanted to know.  At the time I didn't, now, however, I knew.  He was not there to be punished, he was serving the best he knew how.  I turned to look at Keith as he struggled ineffectively against the rigid straps.   Collette had said he would learn; it would be a difficult lesson.

    Keith kept tugging uselessly at the stiff straps while his head tossed in anger, striking the wall behind him loudly repeatedly.  His voice faded as he smacked his head against the stone wall, his consciousness ebbing to nothing.  

    I watched amazed; Keith had hit his head with such force that he had knocked himself out.  The stone wall bore a small drop of blood where Keith had opened a tiny wound on his skull.  His hair was matted where the blood had pooled, forming a thick bunch of clumped tresses.

    I turned away to look at Linus.  He was lying on the floor, his body unmoving.  His eyes were pulled back in his head while his limbs twitched involuntarily.  He had been standing in those straps for eight months and his muscles had atrophied.  He was weak, barely able to move, his muscles not understanding his minds command to move.  I heard him moan a whimper as his mouth fell open and he collapsed lifelessly, his consciousness gone as Keith's was.

    Collette grabbed my hand, come, she thought to me.  With a final look at the two unconscious men, she pulled me from the room, leading me towards the greenhouse.  She escorted me into the room until we were standing by the fountain, the water crashing down loudly in our ears.  The sky was darkening, faint wisps of orange fading to the darker amber hues.  

   Collette held out her hand and once again her diary appeared.  I want you to read this, she said, her words loud in my mind.  We are connected, becoming closer.  And I want you to know my past, to know me.  She bade me to sit and I dropped down to lean against the rough stonework of the fountain.

    Collette sat between my legs and leaned against my naked chest.  Her skin was warm to my touch, a searing pleasure of silken caresses.  She place her diary in my hand, read to me.  Read about my past and I will take you there, she thought to me, the voice in my head sounding smaller than I had recalled it ever sounding.  She was letting me in, showing me a softer side of her soul, and I cherished the revelation.

    And I started to read.