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Prologue - Domina

Prologue - Domina

I have no notion of how long I have remained there. The time was immeasurable. I have no way of keeping track of the hours or minutes. I doubt that there was any window to the outside world where I am, but even if there were, it would do me no good as my eye sight is completely kept from me. Perhaps instead of what I do not, I should begin with what I do know.

I know the state that I am currently being kept in, and it is an unpleasant one at best. I am on my knees, something that has become painfully apparent over the course of this trial. Other then the various restraints that hold me, I have been stripped completely. My eyes are shielded by a leather strap around my head and two circular, padded pieces of leather effectively blindfolding me completely. A rubber ball fills my mouth to the brim, with yet another leather strap holding it in place. I know there is a hole drilled through the middle with a tube forced into it. Much to my dismay the tube has been forced down my throat to a destination I can only guess at. Any noise I make is reduced to a mere mumble, as well as grind on my throat, and I’m forced to drool on myself uncontrollably. My arms are encased in a leather sleeve that holds them behind my back tightly, forcing them together all the way up to my shoulders. The agony is compounded by the fact that a chain at the end of this sleeve wrenches them into the air and threatens to pull them straight out of their sockets. As a result I am doubled over with my face to the cold, cement floor. I would be able to lift my head slightly, to what avail I don’t know, save for the fact that a thick leather collar encircles my throat completely. It holds me rigidly preventing any movement of my neck at all and a short chain from the front hooked into the floor keeping my face practically pressed against it. My knees are kept apart by leather straps that encircle each one. I can distinctly feel the presence of a bar between them, forcing them open and chains from either side also hook into the floor, preventing me from shifting my position at all. More leather cuffs encase my ankles and are similarly affixed to one another via a bar and then to the floor.

I can tell from the cold air on my body that every inch of hair has been shaved off save for the closely cropped hair on my head. Of all my predicaments it is the strangest, but least upsetting. The final bit of restraint is simply confusing to say the least. I can feel uncomfortable metal conforming around my dick, holding it prisoner and bending it down sharply. Not that I have any desire to, but I get the distinct feeling that any attempt at getting an erection would be met with pain instead. As well, I can feel the slight burning sensation of a catheter inside of me. Where it drains to, I have no idea, but the need to alleviate myself has obviously been taken care of.

I can guess that I’ve been here for at least hours, if not more by the fact that my stomach growls with hunger and my throat is parched. I try to shift slightly in my restraints, but it is next to impossible. Every inch of me is both in anguish and stiff. I’m desperate to move, even just an inch. At the same time, though, I know that any such movement is likely to result in even more agony given how long I have remained motionless.

The first sound that catches my ear is that of an opening door. It’s heavy, wooden or metal, and creeks slightly as it does. The next sound is the obvious noise of heals on the cold stony floor. They are light, but firm enough to give an authoritative presence as soon as they can be heard. This must be my captor, I muse to myself as I await whatever is coming. Then I hear it…

Her voice is soft, feminine and alluring but it betrays no sense of compassion. It is stern, but not overtly abusive. It is intended to immediately show me who is boss, but at the same time compels me to want her to give such commands. At first a foot simply slides beneath my face and I can feel the leather of her boot under my mouth. I feel hands at the back of my neck and a click of a lock. The ball is pulled from my mouth along with the tube, which results in a gagging sensation and I nearly vomit. I stretch my jaw for a moment or two. Just before I have the moment to speak, her commanding tone overtakes me, “Lick… slave.”

It is very obvious that I am the slave in question, though I’m not sure when my status changed. I also have seen enough erotica in my day to know what she means by lick. There is a part of me that desires to resist, disobeying her commands and defying her to the core. That is however unlikely to result in anything but agony. Instead the small part of me that wants to attempt to be resilient to the bitter end is put down by the more rational side of me. My tongue probes out of my mouth and begins to lap at the toe of her boot diligently. A part of me cannot stomach the utter submission I have demonstrated nearly instantly, but a second part of me stirs at it slightly. Strangely enough I feel the slightest twitch between my legs. Is it possible I desire to be dominated so strongly that any assertive woman could have commanded me to do this at any point in my life? It seems doubtful, but here I am, hands and knees, bound tightly and licking her boot without question. I admit, there isn’t much protest I could put forth, but at least a little resistance might be in order?

For what seems like eons she allows me to debase myself, lapping at her leather clad foot meticulously, as if assigned the task by God. After several moments, the boot pulls away from my face and I let out my first sounds since who knows when. A simple grunt is all I can muster for the moment. Before I can truly speak my captors voice rings out again. It is almost soft and sweet, but it betrays nothing that would make me thing she will be soft or sweet with me. Despite her obvious cruel streak and the fact that my conscience mind reels against my treatment, the sound of her tone fills me with a certain longing and the flesh between my legs twitches once more in its prison.

“Good boy,” her hand reaches to my head and I feel leather clad fingers ruffle my hair as one would an obedient dog. “I suppose you can be taught. But,” she muses with a tone that betrays the smirk that must be plastered across her face, “you have much yet to learn.”

I hear her movements once more as she paces around my prone, stripped body. I can feel her eyes on my flesh, burning into me. The depth with which she is inspecting every inch of me goes beyond my body all the way to the core of my being. I can’t help but feel completely naked and exposed both inside and out.

Finally, I clear my throat once and a horse voice cracks out. I barely recognize it as my own. Thought I attempt strength, it is lacking. Instead it is barely a whimper. Even my voice apparently knows that I am destined to be on my knees to this woman, bondage or no, “What do you want with me?”

For a moment there is silence. The silence is broken suddenly by a sharp crack and fire racing across my upturned ass. I can only imagine the instrument that has inflicted such agony, but it is most definitely leather. It is just as everything in my new world seems to be: leather and metal. It is also unquestionably intended to punish transgression. I can only assume then that asking what she wants with me is a transgression in this new life.

Finally my captor explains, “See, already you are disobedient. You will escape with that one reminder because you are unfamiliar with the rules. Further disobedience will result in much harsher methods in the future however,” I can only imagine the smirk is once more present on her face. “Speaking without permission is a punishable offense. It will result in ten strokes per word. Is that clear? You may verbalize a single word answer.”

For the moment, it seems in my best interest I decide that to play the game. I am obviously the powerless in this situation, “Yes.”

“Excellent. From now on, know that if I ask a question I require an answer. I expect your answer to be verbal, polite, prompt and using as few words as possible. That is also the last sentence you will ever utter that does not end with the word ‘Mistress’. Failure to address me properly will result in twenty lashes. Are we completely clear?”

“Yes,” I stumble across the title of address she has selected for herself for only a moment before spitting it out as best as I can, “Mistress.”

I can tell she is smirking again as she speaks, there’s something about her tone that betrays it each time, “Excellent. That was the first time you have called me such, but I expect that will be the last time you will ever hesitate to address me properly.”

She says nothing, but I can hear her move and the floor shifts slightly accompanied by a mechanical noise. At first it is impossible to tell exactly what is happening but as the second pass I get the distinct sensation of rising. Further deduction and I gather that the section of the floor that I must be kneeling upon is moving slowly upwards to lift me into the air, like some sort of table. Nothing betrays how high I have raised until the machine finally comes to rest. I can smell something. Initially I cannot place it, but then the scent of arousal fills my nostrils. After a single deep inhale I can tell that her bare sex is directly in front of my face. I can also tell that she is incredibly turned on; I can only guess that it is my domination which causes her excitement. Now I know, however that my face is waist high and can assume she has raised me such for the purposes of slaking her lusts with my mouth. Strangely, the idea does not sound completely unappealing and once more my cock twitches with excitement. This time my member actually attempts to begin developing an erection. Shooting pain cuts that thought my dick as what feels like a thousand tiny needles stab me all over. No matter how small my phallic prison is, apparently it is lined with minute spikes which effectively help to curb any pleasure I may have. Still, a part of me waits with baited breath for the order to pleasure her. I hate the part of me that wants to burry my tongue deep with in her neither region, as I’m certain she wishes. I have no idea how wrong I am.

After I have taken several intoxicating breaths of her scent I can hear her move away. There is the distinct sound of leather and metal, bucks and straps. It is not on me, though. When the sound of her steps returns my nostrils are no longer filled with her aroma, but instead the smell of leather and rubber. Her wonderful fragrance is masked by these but still faint enough for me to catch. Her words are plain, harsh and demanding and they shock me.

“Open your mouth. I am wearing a strap on. You will suck it like a faggot sucking a cock. Any hesitation will result in sever punishment.”

I blink behind my blindfold for a moment. I am not gay; I have never wanted to be gay. The idea of having dick anywhere near me other then my own is frankly, repulsive. However, this creature holds all the cards. To refuse or even hesitate would be met with some unknown fate. For several ticks I am stuck in limbo, my mouth only half open in an attempt to reconcile what to do. The annoyed clearing of her throat solves my moral dilemma and my mouth opens completely.

Once again I feel her leather clad hand grip my hair and twist my head for the perfect entry. It tugs on my collar which pulls on my neck uncomfortably, but I was soon to discover how little my comfort mattered. The shock of being so forcefully violated explains to me just what my comfort is worth. The phallus is massive and she buries it completely inside of my throat. I imagine that it must be as large around as a baseball bat and nearly as long when in truth it was probably no more then seven inches of soft, but firm rubber. The girth fills my mouth completely and the head of the device lodges itself totally inside of me. I want to gag, to vomit and my stomach turns horribly, but there is no where for such actions to go so they are stifled instead. I try to cry out, but it’s nothing more then a muffled moan which one could almost mistake for pleasure. Was it pleasure?

My nose is ground against the leather harness that holds the device to her body and I can smell its distinct odor as well as the musky feminine scent of my dominatrix. Just as my throat feels torn in two, I feel equally torn. I hate her. I hate that I am stripped, I hate that I am bound, I hate that I am raped orally. I love her. I love that she has stripped me, I love that she has bound me and I love that she is raping me. I have lusted after women in the past, but never have to so strongly had the desire to bury my face into a woman’s crotch and make her cum. Never have I desired to pleasure a woman and receive nothing in return. The image of eating out her pussy only to be pet on the head like an obedient dog and left in my bondage for ever fills my mind and it instills both loathing and the imprisoned member between my legs. A grunt of agony at its attempted erection is muffled to yet another moan.

“You aren’t sucking, slave,” she practically sings into the chamber. “Sucking this cock has a multi purpose for you. In the first part, watching you debase yourself pleases me. When I am pleased you will be uncomfortable and humiliated. When I am displeased you are tortured and in agony. Secondly, this device is carefully placed on my body so that your efforts transfer that motion to a nub that rubs me just the right way, if you catch my drift. Sucking it, will not deliver much to my clit, but on the off chance that you successfully make me cum, your day will end her. I will remove you from your restraints, bind you in my room to view for my pleasure but otherwise let you rest for the day,” she paused in a manor that betrayed the all to familiar smirk I had yet to see, but knew by heart already. I took this opportunity to begin rubbing my tongue across the shaft of the device buried in my throat, sucking at it gently. I had never sucked cock before, but I had seen enough porn to guess. I was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure before she continued, “If you fail to make me cum, there is still a reward for the effort of sucking. You see, if I fail to cum while you suck this,” I moved in such a manor as to produce yet another sudden moan and she chuckled lightly before continuing her speech, “I plan to take your anal cherry immediately after,” I whimpered slightly at that and sucked harder on the device, moving my head as best I could in both my bonds and her grasp to try and force as much stimulation down the device as I could, “Oh don’t cry about it. Today or tomorrow, I will fuck your asshole. It’s if I do it now or later that you are worried about. Regardless, if I fail to cum, I will fuck your ass with this very strap on. The better you suck, the gentler I’ll be. In any case, the only lubrication it will receive will be your spit covering it, so I advice you to suck well.”

I redoubled my efforts with this new knowledge and set work with all my effort. She moaned slightly and she writhed a little, twisting her grip in my hair. I knew that the creature which kept me was a true sadist. The more she moaned the more pain she delivered to my scalp. Ultimately, all my efforts were not enough however as I felt the device yank from my mouth before she came to any obvious climax. A soft sigh of disappointment escaped her lips and she began to pace around me once more. I coughed considerably as the device yanked out of my throat. I didn’t know if I was allowed to vomit, but seeing as how so far I was not permitted anything, even speech or erection, I imagined that would be forbidden as well and thus I suppressed it.

“You did very well for your first cock sucking. I imagine some day you’ll make an excellent faggot. Perhaps I’ll let you train on one of my other slaves. Not enough for me I’m afraid, though. I’m sorry to say that you’ll be fucked in the ass now. The rougher action of pounding your ass will undoubtedly rub me the right way. Besides, I’ve always found it so hot to violate a man in the place that they always desire to violate women.” I wanted to open my mouth; I wanted to protest. A part of me even wanted to beg. But I held my tongue. “Especially,” she continued while her leather gloved hand ran across my exposed balls and then griped the metal covered shaft as if to jerk me off, “While they are kept neuter.”

Her hand returned its attention to my sac and I groaned as my erection attempted to form yet again, already I gathered her teasing me while I was imprisoned in this device would be a constant element to my new life. My thoughts shocked me for a moment. I was beginning to consider my ‘new life’. As if I had already resigned myself to this fate. The thought of resignation was almost comforting. A part of me considered that this new life was impossible to escape and thus my only purpose in life now was to obey. That sick part of me felt free. But the rest of my mind reeled against the though, redoubling its efforts to keep vigilant for some hope of escape or rescue.

“You know,” her voice filled my ears once more, “I have raped so many men in their asses…” she paused as if musing for a second, “women as well mind you, I am an equal opportunity slaver and I have no love of one sex over they other,” she chuckled lightly, “I love them both in my own way. I love when they squirm. I love when they beg. I love when they scream. I love when men’s cocks stand at attention, twitching and helpless forever kept from desperate release. I love when women’s hips hump air in their own forms of your metal prison, desperate for something to violate them deep inside. A desperation that will never arrive. I love to see straight men’s mouths around cocks. I love straight women’s tongues buried inside cunt. I love to debase, humiliate, torture and violate everything about humanity. It is what I was made to do. I love to deny what you want, and give you what you don’t. I love imprisoning your sex organs in metal and leather so that they are useless and then driving both men and women to the brink of orgasm endlessly. I love how all of you, no matter how resolute or strong eventually succumb to me and agree to any violation just for a single orgasm. But what I love most is begging. Out right, pathetic, whimpering begging. In the end, all women beg for their Mistress to drill them with this strap on until they orgasm, screaming. In the end, all men beg to just be allowed to put their cocks inside their Mistress once until they cum, moaning. And that is what this moment lacks. You begging. You will beg me to fuck your ass and it best be convincing…”

This shattered my mind. No only would this sick bitch torture me, abuse me and rape me, but she would have me beg for such abuse. For the moment, my revere of her was broken and reality returned full force. Defiance welled up inside of me. There are two forms of survival in life. There is the survival of your physical body, which demands a great deal. But there is also the survival of your concept of the self. Sometimes, the survival of the self requires that a person sacrifice their body to maintain that identity. But that sacrifice of the body requires a great deal of strength. It was not a part of my identity to beg to be raped by a woman I had only just met, or by any woman. I would muster the strength to sacrifice myself up for punishment to maintain that identity. Perhaps she would put that thing inside me, but it would not be at my request.

“No, bitch,” I murmured with a horse throat, thinking perhaps the bitch part was a bit over the top.

She simply sighed. Her stroking of my scrotum continued for a minute more. I almost imagined that she was sad; perhaps she had some emotion after all. Perhaps this was some sill prank and she thought I was actually turned on by it and my violent rebuke had upset her. She would untie me and I would give her a kiss on the check and tell her that it had been a nice try, but I really wasn’t into the dominatrix thing. How amusingly wrong my inane happy thoughts were…

Her hand, instead of tenderly stroking grabbed my balls like an iron vice and twisted them around one hundred an eighty degrees if it was a single. My mouth opened wide in an attempt to scream, but no sound came out. Her other hand grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as far as it could go given the restriction of the collar. Her body pressed over mine, I could feel her naked tits on my back, but it was the least of my concern at the moment. I also felt the head of the device between her legs pressing against my virgin anus, but even that was the least of my worries. What was primary on my mind was the pain shooting through my testicles and her words that chilled me even worse.

“You do not have the right to refuse me ever again. You will do what I ask, when I ask no matter what I tell you to or you will be plunged into a nightmare that you will never wake up from. You are mine to do with as I please. If I tell you to suck your own dick, you will do it or die trying rather then displease me. The next time I tell you to do something and you refuse me I’ll cut these balls off, burn the wound closed with a hot iron, shove the useless organ in your mouth and tape it shut to let them rot inside you. Then I will sever your cock, fuck you with your own dick and strap that into your ass so it can also rot inside your body. Are we perfectly clear?”

Terror and pain produced an immediate response which came out as a gasp, “Yes Mistress.”

She released me from the horrifying hold she had and returned to gently stroking my balls, which were now almost numb with pain, “Good… now, beg me to fuck your ass, slave.”

My sense of self simply shattered, “Please…” I murmured at first, to which she gave a slight twist of my scrotum to implore me that this was not enough, “Please Mistress… fuck my ass…”

“You want me to fuck your asshole with my strap on?” she coyly responded.

I had no choice but to play her foul game, “Yes, Mistress. Please fuck my ass with your strap on, Mistress.”

I could tell she was smirking again and the head of her tool loomed against the bud of my anus, “How badly do you want me to fuck your asshole?”

I shivered slightly and continued, “I want nothing more then for you to drive that dick into my ass,” I stumbled over each word and they were without emotion, but I managed to utter them.

She made a soft humming noise as if she was considering it, “Alright slave… I supposed I’ll fuck your ass, unfortunately your spit has all dried and I have no lube,” the moment the words left her lips my eyes widened behind their blindfold with terror, but she gave me no respite. With sudden, brutal efficiency, the entire length of the tool was driven into me. I may have been an anal virgin until her forceful invasion, but she used me as if I was the town whore. She did not spare me an ounce as she violently raped me. Was it rape? I had begged for it…

I had to drive those thoughts from my mind; I had to affirm my sense of self again. I had not really begged for it. She had made me. This was undoubtedly rape. I was the victim here, not some willing participant. I had to remember that fact, no matter how she twisted my mind or emotions. Still, through all the pain, I would not deny that my dick twitched in yet another attempt to get an erection that most likely would never come again.

She used me until she had climaxed at least once, but perhaps twice. With that she yanked the device out of me. I gasped in unholy pain as it was pulled out and felt the distinct wetness of blood running down my body. A part of me was shocked to be alive. I could hear the sounds of metal and leather and the device clattered to the floor. She moaned another time before the click of her heels found their way around to face me once more. Once again I could smell her sweet sex in my face, this time stronger then ever. It was positively intoxicating. For the moment, all thoughts of torture ebbed away from my mind and instead I wanted her to release me from my bondage simply so that I could fall to my knees willingly and pleasure her. I was certain however, that she had other designs in mind.

“My slave… that was quite nice, but now I’m a mess. I do believe you should clean me.” Her leather clad hand found its way into my hair and she gripped my head as she pressed her crotch into my face. I was in heaven for a moment, but her voice pulled me away from there, “Clean me only. If your tongue penetrates me in any way this pretty mouth will be physically glued around the cock of one of my studs whom I actually allow to orgasm and for a solid year you’ll only get nourishment from milking him.” I diligently began my task, desperately wishing on some level that I could dip inside her for just a second. I was horny beyond measure, but all thoughts of my dick inside her were gone. The thought of being allowed to actually have sex with this sadistic angel whom I had never even seen was incomprehensible. I simply wanted to bury my face into her sex and pleasure her until the end of time. I knew what it was forbidden though, for some reason it was what I desired, so it was denied me. But while I licked her crotch clean of sweat and her juice she continued to muse to me, “Perhaps, if you are a truly good slave, some day you’ll be one of those slaves. Of course, they only cum inside the mouths and assholes of slaves like you. The most well behaved straight ones, though by the time I’m done with most of my charges, they don’t even know what straight is anymore, get a female to deposit inside of; the others are forced to become homosexuals.” She almost seemed to giggle slightly, “Only the very elite of my property ever knows what it is like to be inside me. I doubt you will ever be good enough to be one of those.”

Certain desperation filled me. I needed to be that good. I longed with every fiber of my being to prove that I was worthy of such reward now that I knew it was possible. To have a single moment naked in bed with her consumed my very soul. Even if I was still collared and enslaved, to lay with her as her lover for just a moment was all I wanted. Indeed the more I lapped at her cunt, the more the idea of freedom seemed incomprehensible and even undesirable. As if her juice was some kind of horrible, addictive drug that filled me with a desire to debase myself for her. I loved and loathed it.

Once she had decided I was finished, she pulled away from my body and left me wanting, though away from her scent and her taste some of my faculties began to return. Still I was consumed with a million questions, most of which dedicated to her and not my own fate. One plagued me most of all though. But I was forbidden speech. Perhaps it would be worth any possible punishment.

“Mistress, may I ask a question?”

She moved about me silently, chains and rattling filling my ears as I did so. She giggled again lightly and I felt something against my asshole once more, “Of course not, slave. And that merits a punishment, but I am too tired so I will simply remember to punish you later. Fifty lashes I believe that warrants.” With a single swift shove I felt a phallus, bigger then the one she fucked me with grind home all the way into me. I gasped and awaited the horrific fate of being fucked again. But it did not come. Instead the device stayed buried into me all the way up to a series of leather straps and buckles that locked it into my orifice, which she secured tightly to ensure that I would be most uncomfortably penetrated.

I could only formulate a single response, “I’m sorry Mistress.”

She chuckled again and I could hear a slight creek of leather as she knelt down in front of her face. When her lips touched my own I was filled with fire and electricity. A single kiss from her was more divine then any orgasm any woman before has ever given me. Blood rushed to my member, but it’s only reward was agony. I whimpered into her embrace and I could tell it made her smile. The moment her lips pulled from mine the tube was forced back down into the depths of my throat and the ball gagged followed, strapped tightly into place.

“That’s thirty more,” she said with an obvious grin in her voice. Apologizing to her was worth the punishment.

With that my sadistic angel she left me alone to muse about my predicament. I could feel that shattered sense of self slipping away again as I realized after only one meeting and never even seeing my captor I was becoming hers. I was inevitable. With each passing moment I was further enslaved to this torturous seraph. She would use me, she would torture me, she would toy with me body and emotions for her own pleasure and I did not care.

I cried. I cried in pain, I cried in joy, I cried in resignation. A thousand emotions filled me: sadness for the loss of my old life, joy for my new one, desire to be with her, smell her, touch her and please her. The strangest was freedom though. It had filled me early and I could not understand why. Again it coursed through me. It would take many years before I could comprehend why I felt freedom bound, naked and enslaved. I realized that a slave knows true freedom. They are free from choices, from burdens, from responsibility. They know only a single thing: please their owners. I thought back to the single question I had desired to ask her as the door to my cell shut. How can I please you?

Chapter 1 - Dominus

Chapter 1 - Dominus

As the glass door hissed closed on it’s hydraulics behind him, Gideon surveyed the place before him. The office building reminded him more of an ancient palace then a place of business. Past the enormous glass doors was a lobby containing marble pillars, a vaulted ceiling, and a floor polished to the point where it reflected everything above back down below. The hallway like lobby extended for at least two hundred feet straight through the building. At the far wall form the entrance were three bronze plated double doors that obviously served to lead any guests to the elevators that would carry them to whatever floor their business needed to be conducted on. The dozens of pillars on either side of the lobby were constructed of the same black marble with white swirls as the floor and capped with a bronze piece at the base and the top. The security desk was only a dozen feet from the door and barriers prevented you from entering further into the room until you passed a metal detector. From a purely architectural sense, it was amazing. Gideon would have actually been impressed with it, if it were not strictly on business.

The sun had set four hours ago, but security staff still guarded the structure as if it was broad day light out. Each one took their turn studying the lone figure that had entered the building before casting a knowing glance back at each other. Given the man’s attire and the fact that he was arriving at the complex at just past midnight could only mean one thing.

Gideon’s attire was an eerie combination of formal and sinister. He carried the appearance of a mafia enforcer rolled into a high priced lawyer. His suit was perfectly pressed and obsidian black. Where a fine pair of dress shoes should have been, instead the security officials noticed a finely polished pair of combat boots. His slacks were obviously expensive and well tailored and held firmly about his waist by a 1 inch black leather belt. Perfectly pressed and tucked neatly into his pants was a pure white dress shirt. His tie was a thin black style that is popular in movies about secret government agents. His suit jacket was as black as his tie and pants and left unbuttoned to move lightly with him. The final cue to the security staff that this figure was here for very specific business was his sunglasses: oval framed and just as expensive as the rest of his outfit. Ordinarily they simply would have been tasteful protection from the sun… but it was after midnight.

One of the two security agents rose to greet him and nodded slightly, “Welcome to Vasser Corporation, how can I help you, sir?”

Gideon turned his attention to the man, he had previously ignored him completely, opting to take in the sites of the building instead. He simply pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. His voice was soft, but harsh and commanding. Neither of the two men before him could determine the origin of his accent, “I have an appointment with Miss Vasser.”

“Of course sir,” the man nodded politely with a fake smile and motioned for him to pass through the metal detector.

Gideon took several steps forward and passed effortlessly through the machine. It beeped at him mercilessly and he curled his lip slightly as it did. He felt a sudden touch against his person and moved with reflexes that would shame a feline. A single, firm hand wrapped itself around the security guards throat and squeezed until he could just barely feel the flesh begin to truly give way. The other two guards threw their chairs back rising and drew their weapons. Gideon simply snarled in a sound that was unmistakably inhuman.

In a desperate attempt to keep the situation from turning into a blood bath as well as staving off the political fallout, the immobilized security officer waved a hand at his two partners while holding up the other one in a peaceful gesture. His crushed larynx squawked out a pathetic sound, “I apologize sir, I shouldn’t have touched you but no weapons are permitted on the property.”

For a moment Gideon considered the situation. He could simply eliminate all three of these men in an instant, leave the building and report to his boss that the endeavor was met with impoliteness and move on. His hand released instead when he realized the ramifications that such an action might have. He sighed slightly as he considered why he was chosen for yet another diplomatic assignment. Those were distinctly not his forte.

Instead of enacting a massacre that he was certain only he would walk away from, however, Gideon removed his jacket and carefully folded it on the security station. What the three security guards saw beneath caused their jaws to drop. He carried no less then three firearms, two knifes and a foldout baton under his formal attire. While the stunned men watch he began to disarm himself. From a shoulder holster he removed a Glock 18c automatic pistol, notorious for being able to spray ammunition out of a gun no bigger then an ordinary 9mm pistol. Behind his back were seated two identical Mark 23 .45 caliber hand guns, most often used by Navy Seals and other Special Forces groups. Each one was mounted with a laser sight for ease of accuracy. He simultaneously removed both knifes from the same shoulder holster that his Glock had been located on. The first knife was a Gerber Mark II combat knife and the other, the very popular Marine Ka-bar. Gideon simply smiled a fiendish grin as he placed them on the security station and leaned into the nearest security guard.

“My kind is rather resistant to firearms. Bladed weapons are almost a necessity…” The officer was only capable of nodding slightly while he attempted, unsuccessfully, to reattach his jaw to his head. Finally Gideon placed the baton on the table besides the rest of his weapons and smirked slightly, “Does that suffice?”

The security guard nodded once more in awe and Gideon gathered up his jacket. His shoes click firmly against the highly polished floor as he pulled it back on and neatened his tie.

The elevators were equally as impressive as the main lobby. It turned out the structure extended dozens of floors both above and below the ground level of the lobby. It totaled 130 stores total, 97 of which are above ground. That made it the largest structure in all the city of New Corinth. The entire center of the building was an enormous cylinder shaft that ran the entire height of the building and was capped with a huge glass dome. The shaft ran all the way to the base of the building 33 floors below ground where a massive cafeteria was located for the buildings hundreds of employees. The 96 of the above ground floors were dedicated to the various offices and business related endeavors of the enormous Vasser Corporation. The first floor was solely dedicated to house the magnificent lobby which actually rose to encompass sections of floor two and three to make room for its own enormous ceilings. The lower 33 floors all housed the Corporations elite in amazing luxury apartments that were usually part of the benefits package that went along with being Vasser Corporation’s upper management. It also contained daycares, gyms, stores and everything else required to provide a high class living situation for the employees, much like its own private city within the bounds of New Corinth.

Each floor of the building was left open to the shaft, being separated from the view by only a single brass bar that served as a railing. This offered an impressive view of glass and metal all the way up and down the complex. The edges of each floor were decorated in magnificent hanging plants, art work and marble pillars similar to the lobbies. This provided an almost Hanging Garden of Babylon experience to anyone who was lucky enough to witness it. The lobby elevators, as well as all three other sets in the building, were placed on the edge of this shaft and were made half of shatter proof glass, allowing anyone in the elevator to study the amazing view during the ride.

For several moments, Gideon allowed himself to witness the breath taking view with his hands clasped neatly behind his back. All too soon, however, the ding of the elevator signaled its arrival on the top floor of the complex and he turned to face the opening doors. Beyond them he found six men waiting at attention. Each one was outfitted entirely in black SWAT style combat gear and armed with an automatic weapon of choice. All of their faces were concealed behind balaclavas and their heads protected by Kevlar helmets.

Gideon smirked for a moment and tilted his head to the side for a moment, “All this for me?” he paused and raised his chin with a hint of pride, “Am I perceived as this dangerous?”

The security member who was obviously the spokes person cleared his throat slightly and stammered, “Um… yes sir.”

Gideon smirked again and nodded, “Excellent… I have no ill intentions. Proceed.” Gideon entered into the middle of them and paused only a moment to lean into the first man, “But, if you have ill intentions towards me… you die first.”

The other man swallowed hard and nodded slightly, waving a hand in the air he shouted in an attempt to regain his confidence, “Move out!”

Gideon studied the environment of the building as he was escorted. Every floor was identical in the beginning. The floor was a ring carpeted in a fine red shade that circled the amazingly long drop to the very base of the building. Each floor also had a brass railing that prevented unwanted spills down the shaft. Every floor could practically be seen from every other save for a single spot across the way from where Gideon was that looked like black glass. Four sets of three elevators were located on the ring in exact opposite corners. All offices, housing quarters, meeting rooms and various other aspects of the building branched off from these central rings. Gideon had to admit silently to himself that it was an impressive structure.

The SWAT detachment led him around the ring and down several hallways until he found himself in an equally impressive waiting room. The carpet remained the same shade of red and the furniture was fine brown leather. Without even being offered, Gideon immediately took a seat in one of the chairs and leaned back slightly.

“Wait here, sir,” the security officer nodded and his team exited the room quickly, the large double doors closing behind him and the sound of automatic locks clicking. Whatever makes them feel safer, he mused to himself as he prepared to wait.

It was only a few minutes before he heard the other door to the waiting room begin to rustle. This one was large and wooden as well as far more ornately carved and with all brass fittings. The moment the door began to rustle, Gideon rose to his feet and folded his hands behind his back. The woman that exited from the room beyond, however, was not what he expected at all.

To even call her a woman would have been perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. The girl looked perhaps 15 and maybe 16 years of age. However stunning the site of a beautiful young girl in this building was, her attire was even more shocking. Her hair was a shade of red that could have only come from a bottle. It looked like an amazingly vibrant red toned down only slightly by the color of blood. It was parted directly in the center of her head to frame her face and cropped to hang just far enough to brush lightly against her shoulders as she moved her head. Any movement of her head however, would have been seriously hampered by a sever black leather collar that encircled her throat. It was thick and shaped in such a way as to force her head to remain in an upright, formal posture. A single silver ring hung from the front for whatever devious purposes someone could imagine and it clasped in the back with a locking buckle. Her top was only a leather corset that began below her bust line. Rather then conceal her small, but firm breasts only functioned to hold them up on display instead. Each tiny pink nipple had a silver captive ring drilled through it. The garment buckled in the back and each strap was secured with a tiny silver padlock, making it impossible for the girl to remove it on her own. Her bottom was a laughably short, pleated black leather skirt that only managed to completely cover both her front and back when she stood perfectly still and absolutely upright. Her arms up to the shoulders and her legs up to her thighs were encased in black latex that hugged her skin fiercely and further added to the fetish attire. Over top of those her wrists and ankles were locked into leather cuffs which each held a ring so that the girl could be strapped or chained in anyway someone saw fit. Finally, a pair of impossibly high heals covered her feet which the young girl managed to move efficiently and effortlessly in, as if she had undergone considerable training. Her face was young and stunning. Each of her ears was pierced with a single silver ring, as was the bottom center of her darkly painted crimson lips.

Her mouth carried a practiced and formal smile, as if despite her attire and obvious position in life, she was used to playing the good corporate hostess. Gideon had wondered when Vasser’s notorious lifestyle would become apparent; this girl was the first evidence. Gideon had spent years learning to read opponents on a battle field and had since adapted that talent to social situations. He knew that despite her effortless and practiced smile, there was sadness in this girl’s eyes. However, her happiness or sadness was not his concern.

She bowed as best she could in her attire with her hands behind her back and spoke in flawless English, though her French accent was undeniable, “Welcome to Vasser Corporation, Dominus. I apologize for the wait. I am Collette Reynard, but you may call me what you wish.”

The term Dominus sealed the deal as to what this girl actually was. Gideon’s kind had first arisen in the world during the height of the Roman Empire. Where they came from, nobody was quite certain and to this day they largely remain hidden. However, those that have come to serve the immortal creatures like Gideon and Vasser carry on traditions born in those times. Being old creatures their ‘national language’, of sorts, was Latin. The men and women who serve them are little more then slaves and servants and thus like in ancient Roman tradition they use the Latin words “Dominus” and “Domina” to refer to their Masters and Mistresses. Only the most trusted and in-the-know of the servants are this familiar with the secretive Vampire kind to use these terms.

“It was no wait, Ancilla,” Gideon responded with a polite nod and choosing to use the traditional Latin address to a servant girl. It was less derogatory then what many of his kind called the poor wretches that choose, or were forced, to serve, but still signified her place compared to his.

She nodded slightly and turned on her heal effortlessly leading Gideon into the office behind her with a simple motion, “Domina,” she announced upon entering the room and bowing, “the emissary has arrived.”

The office was lavish and served as the meeting place for all of Annette Mirielle Vasser’s personal and private business. The floors returned to the same black and white marble as the lobby and the large columns made of the same stone also lined the room. These however, were decorated with life sized relief status of men and women in various states of bondage and nudity, most made to look as if they were chained the pillars themselves. It was yet another sign of Vasser’s notorious passions and sadism. A huge desk sat at the opposing end of the spacious room. Behind the desk was a massive window that over looked the shaft that descended through the stories of the building. On further inspection, they appeared to be tined so that it was impossible to see in from the other side. This must have been the location that he’d starred at as he made his way through the building with the security detail.

Behind the desk sat and elegant looking woman that appeared no older then 25 or 26. Her long black hair was tied up neatly at the back of her head and held off her neck. Her attire was no all that dissimilar from Collette’s. However, her collar was much less strict and function and far more elegant and form. As well, her corset covered her entire chest and was embossed with a design rather then the simple one her servant wore. The skirt was not the humiliating mockery of a school girl skirt that Collette wore either. It went well past her knees and was slit slightly on either side, although it too was made of soft, black leather. Her heals were not as strict either and her gloves, though as high and black, were made of the same soft leather as her skirt instead of latex like Collette’s.

She motioned to a soft leather chair opposite her desk and then watched with a careful eye as Collette took up the position she had been trained to during these meetings. Gideon slipped himself effortlessly into the chair and folded his hands in his lap while he let one eye watch Collette kneel off to the side slightly. Her back was even more ridged then her corset would enforce and her knees were splayed ever so slightly. She didn’t quite reveal what was beneath her skirt, but she was mere millimeters from doing so. Vasser picked up a silver padlock from her desk and tossed it to the waiting girl, who expectantly caught it and folded her hands behind her back. A quiet click told Gideon that her arms were now firmly secured at her back. Her attention then focused on a point off in space and she became completely motionless, as if she was a statue.

Gideon studied her for a moment and then turned his attention to Vasser, “You feel the need to bind simple humans in your presence?”

Vasser chuckled slightly and shrugged, “No. But I like them to know they are mine and devoid of their own rights. Is that not correct pet?”

Collette didn’t even look at the pair, she simply spoke firmly, but submissively, “Yes, Domina.”

Vasser smirked and looked back to Gideon, “Now… onto business. You are the emissary, Gideon, correct?”

“That is what I am called,” He said simply offering up nothing else.

“Do you have a last name, sir?” Vasser continued to do the polite dance of business conversation.

Gideon was far less familiar with this kind of meeting and he continued to respond simply and as politely as he could, “I do.”

Vasser smiled a little more, “And it is…?”

Gideon’s intense stair did not leave Vasser’s eyes as he set about the task of reading her. He had to confess however, that he was slightly out of his element when it came to her. Her social abilities definitely outmatched his, “No one’s business but my own.”

Vasser’s smile disappeared for only a split second as she recovered from this slight, “I see then, Mr. Gideon…”

“Gideon is fine,” Gideon interrupted slightly.

“I see then Gideon…” she stammered again as he cut her off. It was only a second before she caught her balance again however and smile, folding her own hands and leaning back, “Gideon… that is a Hebrew name is it not? Are you a Jew?”

Gideon smirked for only a moment and raised a brow slightly, “My mother was of the Hebrew people,” he stated simply, however leaving the implication that by Jewish laws that in turn made him a Jew as well.

“And your father?” she continued to pursue her polite small talk.

“Half Greek, half Romanian,” his curt responses continued.

“Ah!” Vasser announced with a wide smile, “And thus the lineage traces to your House. I see. I was wonder how a descendant of your line came so far as to be in the Middle East. I must confess you are quite a mysterious figure. I know little of you other then what your reputation insists.”

“Which is?” Gideon questioned with a slightly upturned brow.

“You emerged in the region of Judea and Palestine in the 16^th century from seemingly no where, though you quickly became a warrior of some note,” she smirked slightly knowing full well that was quite the understatement, “You descend from the House of Tepes, though you bear little physical resemblances to the traditional appearance of those of your House and age. You made a name for yourself serving as a hired warrior to various family members of your House, but the modern era has seen little usage for one with your talents.”

“You have done your research,” Gideon replied calmly.

“I always look into those I allow in this building. I wonder, have you done your research on me?”

Gideon smiled a vicious little smile for a moment and nodded slightly, “You are Annette Mirielle Vasser: a name which I find ironic at best given that the name Annette is a French name meaning gracious and merciful and your reputation is one of slaking your own lust on both sexes in what most would regard as perverted, sadistic and depraved manors. You take what you want in both the material world and from people, being they willing participants in your games or not. To the best of my research you cropped up in the early 19^th Century or perhaps the tail end of the 18^th Century. However, given your notorious lineage to the House of De Sade you cannot possibly be older then two hundred and twenty at best. You are considered quite pure in lineage among your House which means you are either the direct descendant of the Marquis himself or his grand child. The earliest records of your activities begin in the early 19^th Century around the area of Toulouse where you reportedly attacked, raped and murdered the entire gathering of a small wedding… of course, those events are attributed to the stress of being of such potent lineage and so young. I’m certain many such stories about me circulate as well.

“After the events of Toulouse you were said to have fled to the Americas where you set down roots in New Orleans, I imagine for the purposes of best simulating your French home. There you began to get involved in various money making schemes under the assumed male name of Gautier Vasser who you pretended was your socially inept, drunken husband. By the time women in the corporate world were accepted, you emerged as the heir to the Vasser fortune and corporation and moved the entire operation to New Corinth where you built this structure, the largest structure in the city to house your operations. Over the years you have updated and renovated to keep with the times. Every few decades you have passed your fortune down to a fictional female heir and assume her identity in public and the previous Vasser generation is said to retire to a series of private estates that exist just outside of town,” he paused for a moment.

“Though, I only briefly glanced over the file.”

Vasser clicked her tongue and smirked slightly, “I see you do your homework, sir.”

“I am a soldier, Ms. Vasser. I am taught to go into battle prepared.”

“Battle?” she chuckled slightly, “Does this appear to be battle to you?”

Gideon pursed his lips slightly and leaned back, “Everything is battle in one form or another, Ms. Vasser. Now, perhaps we could get to the matter at hand…”

Vasser smirked a little and titled her head to the side, “You said, ‘most would regard as perverted, sadistic and depraved’. What about you, sir?”

Gideon paused for a moment a shot a single brow up, “Me?”

“Yes,” Vasser licked her lips slightly, “What do you consider of my personal affairs?”

Gideon formulated his response for a second as he starred into space, “I have no opinion about how you do or do not treat your servants, nor do I have an opinion about what sexual activities you do or do not engage in. That is not why I am here.”

Vasser smirked slightly, “Yes… you are here because your Master has sent his best weapon to feel me out and see if my offer is valid or if more hostile action is necessary.”

Gideon’s hair stood up on the back of his neck and his hissed softly, the very tips of his fangs exposed beyond his lips, “My employer has sent me here to negotiate a deal that you wish to arrange with him. Perhaps we could get to it now.”

“Your employer sent you because you are an assassin and warrior. If my deal is displeasing to him you are here to eliminate me. Let us not play games with each other, Gideon.”

Gideon could not deny that that was within the bounds of his orders. If Vasser proposed something that would be outside the bounds of prudent Vampiric society, Gideon was to eliminate her to make his employer’s family well regarded in the Council’s eyes. But that was neither here nor there yet, “Perhaps we could get to business then?”

“No,” Vasser stated simply, “I haven’t had time to decide if I want to conduct business with you or yet. Why don’t you stay for a few nights? Have dinner with me, socialize. I will decide if we can talk business.”

Gideon sneered slightly. The House of De Sade has always had an annoying method of conducting business, “I’m afraid that is not in my plans. If we could proceed…”

“I would ask your… employer if I were you, sir,” Vasser stated simply she once again jabbed at him and his employer’s relationship.

Gideon frowned slightly, knowing already what he would say. None the less, he reached into his coat ad removed a phone from his pocket. After only a moment later he was explaining the situation to whoever was on the other end. There was a long delay afterwards as Gideon listened. His free hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck in an irritated manor and he nodded to nobody in particular, “Yes sir. I understand. I will do that sir, you can count on me.” He clicked the phone closed and slipped it back into his pocket. Vasser smiled at him expectantly, “He has said that I should do what you request to please you and make the negotiations go more smoothly. Therefore I am not expected back to Los Angeles until the end of the week.”

“Excellent!” Vasser exclaimed like a giddy school girl and depressed a button on her phone, “Jessica… have the staff prepare our finest suite for our guest here, will you?”

The voice on the other end of the phone stammered back slightly, “Um… Ms. Vasser… Mr. Jenson is currently located in that suite…”

“Then move him,” Vasser commanded in a harsh tone.

“Yes, Ms. Vasser… we will see to it immediately. Everything will be ready by the time he arrives.”

“Excellent,” Vasser responded and then lifted her finger off the button.

She noticed that for the moment, Gideon’s eye had drifted to her Collette. She smirked slightly and for several moments silently watched him watching her. For her part, Collette was aware that the man’s eyes were on her body, but she did as she was taught and didn’t even flinch a muscle. After several minutes, Vasser finally cleared her throat to regain Gideon’s attention.

“You seem enamored by my Collette… perhaps she can… keep you company for the remainder of this evening?”

Gideon glanced at the girl for a moment and then turned back to Vasser, “I am paid to study everything about a situation to make the best judgments. This is no different and this is not a pleasure visit. I would instead like to retire to my room now.”

Vasser nodded slightly with a slight frown and motioned towards the door as the security detachment returned, “They will show you the way. I would ask that you remain on the first through third floors during your stay however.”

Gideon simply nodded and rose to his feet. His eyes fell on the young girl one more time involuntarily before he turned to exit the room however. Vasser caught the eyes of her charge darting towards Gideon for only a single moment and the moment he had left the office she cleared her throat.

“So, I see we are intrigued by him as much as he is intrigued by you, yes?”

Collette responded quickly, attempting to avoid punishment as swiftly as possible, “I apologize, Domina. It will not happen again, Domina.”

“On the contrary,” Vasser smirked slightly, “The security staff is taking him the long way. Hurry to his suite. I want you to keep him company this evening, despite what he says. Please him in any way that you are capable of that he desires, but find out what you can about him. I expect a wealth of information or I’ll hang you buy your tits for a month. You, my dear girl, will help me get to him.”

Collette rose to her feed and bowed slightly, “Of course, Domina.”

The girl was used to being whored out to better entrap the business partners of her Mistress. This was probably one of the less revolting of her targets. She exited through another door in the office that was concealed behind some elegant stone work. Without the use of her hand still, it opened automatically when Vasser depressed one of a hundred buttons on her desk.

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Chapter 2 Ancilla

Gideon was lead down a lengthy elevator ride to the bottom floor. It opened directly into the base of the open shaft that you could see from so many floors above. A cafeteria that served all the dining needs of the live-in employees largely dominated the space. Calling it a cafeteria was a misnomer as well. It was elegant, with expensive tables and chairs. A large water complex was sprawled out through the entire floor dotted with extensive tropical plant life. Indeed too, the climate seemed to be controlled to give it an almost tropical feel. Overall, Gideon had to admit that the atmosphere was fairly convincing and impressive.

Small pools were set into the stone walkways that made up the entire cafeteria. Various built up stone structures served to act like water falls for the extraordinary water system. A handful of fountains even sprayed the water into the air periodically. All manor of vegetation was gathered around and in the water itself: ferns, palm trees, lily pads and any number of other plants that Gideon couldnt identify.

As for the food served at the location, once again the term cafeteria fell horribly short. Rather then a string of women passing out slop onto a tray, as the word cafeteria inspires, almost any type of food that a patron could desire was available. Various complex stands served to cook whatever was on the minds of the diners and they took them back to their tables on expensive looking trays, to eat off of expensive looking plates with expensive looking silverware.

Several company employees were apparently up late catching a snack while they burned the midnight oil and their attention seemed to be directed to Gideon the moment he doors open. Perhaps it was the security detail that escorted him or perhaps his reputation had indeed preceded him that well. Whatever the case the half dozen men and women in the room eyed him carefully as he follow the security team through the foliage and to the other side of the cafeteria. Gideon simply smirked.

From there they led him into a wing that was obviously dedicated to living quarters. The number 1 followed the letter A and then by an ever-increasing string of numbers lay on each door that he passed. He had no doubt that this somehow designed the area and floor of such a massive complex. His curiosity was soon satisfied without ever having to speak to a word.

The number designates the floor you are on. Obviously youre on floor one. Ms. Vasser has said that you are not confined to your room, Gideon was amused by this comment. As if they could confine him, but she requests that you do not travel above floor 3.

He paused for a moment, The letter designates the section. Signs tell you how to get to each housing section. Obviously youll be stating in housing section A. Gideon nodded slightly.

He simply folded his hands behind his back and continued to follow them around each turn and down each corridor, carefully taking stock of how to get to and from this place. The carpet was the same nice red as all the other floors and the lights had dimmed to give the entire place a night time feel. He didnt mind at all, as the lights in the majority of this building irritated him. After only a few more moments they stopped at a door which was marked 1A203s.

The S, the security guard interrupted Gideons study of the hall, only designates it as a suite. Theres no room 1A203. Just this room.

Thank you, Gideon responded slightly as he took the key from they security staffs outstretched hand.

Have a good evening, sir, He responded with a nod and the entire group turned on there heals to exit.

For several seconds Gideon studied the door and then the key before finally fitting it into the lock with the familiar sound of moving tumblers. He turned the key effortlessly and twisted the knob. As he stepped in he half expected a hotel styled suite. He was gravely mistaken.

The entire place looked like a luxury apartment. The doorway immediately led to several steps that took you into a sunken living room. Leather furniture and a wide screen TV occupied that area along with a ornate glass coffee table. The floors were highly polished hard wood and he could practically see his reflection in them. Beyond the living room and back up onto the main level was a table and chairs that signified a dining area. The table looked to be of a dark wood like mahogany and was elegantly made. Separating the dining area from the kitchen was a half counter, which not only had ample space to prepare food, but also a sink. The refrigerator was directly behind that. Beyond the kitchen was a door that presumably led to the bathroom and to the left of the living room was a door that presumably led to the bedroom. The place was frankly, amazing. It was definitely superior living to the tiny one room that Gideon lived in back in LA.

It was not the room that he found most shocking, however. It was the sole occupant of the room. Despite telling Vasser that he did not want the company of her slave girl, there she was waiting for him. She was dressed exactly the same as she had been when they first met and was keeling in exactly the same position that she was during his conversation with Vasser. The only difference was her arms. Instead of being bound at the wrist, she instead wore a black leather arm sleeve that bound them together from her wrists all the way up to her shoulders and encase her hands. In such a position she was, without a doubt, completely helpless. Though her head was help up by her collar, her eyes were firmly locked on his feet the moment he entered the room.

Good evening, Dominus, she said firmly, but submissively, Mistress Vasser has determined that I should attend to your needs this evening.

Gideon closed the door behind him and paced into the room. For a moment he moved around the young girl and took her in completely. He was not pleased to see her in his room, however at the same time he wasnt completely displeased by her presence. That was strange indeed. He usually preferred his privacy, I thought I explained to Ms. Vasser that I would not be needing your company?

Collette shifted uneasily in her bonds and cleared her throat, That is not my decision, Dominus. She has dispatched me here and here is where I must go.

Gideon settled onto the white leather soft where he had a vantage point of the girl from behind. She hadnt moved a muscle to face him or look at him yet, Well, he finally waved a dismissive hand, go and inform your Mistress that your services are not required and I politely release you.

Collette stifled a cough slightly, Should I return to my Domina this evening, I will most certainly be punished for my insolence in not pleasing you to the best of my abilities. However, she considered for a split second before finishing her sentence as she struggled to her feet, if that is what you wish, Dominus.

Gideon watched her pull herself up from her kneeling position despite her hefty restraint and smirked slightly, she certainly was graceful given her situation. After another moment he finally muttered half under his breath, Wait. You are here to please me, yes?

Collette finally turned her attention back to him and nodded as best she could, Yes, Dominus. That is my role.

He couldnt just send the girl back without releasing her to a painful fate, but neither did he want to abuse some 15-year-old girl for no reason. His mind found a middle ground that irritated him a considerable deal, Conversation would please me. He was obviously lying, and Collette knew it. But the girl smiled slightly as he spared her from certain punishment.

Thank you, Dominus. I would be delighted to engage you in conversation, she fell immediately back to her knees facing him.

Gideon rose to his feet effortlessly and tossed his suite jacket back onto the couch where hed once been sitting. A single finger reached up to loosen his tie slightly as he studied the girl further. Once his own comfort was ensured a little more he tilted his head to the side, You cant possibly be comfortable like that.

I am comfortable in whatever position or restraints you wish me to be comfortable in, Dominus.

Gideon rolled his eyes slightly behind his sunglasses and sighed a forced noise, First thing. If you are going to irritate me all night, at least stop calling me Dominus.

Collette nodded again as best she could, Yes, Master.

Not that either, he nearly barked.

For a moment the girl looked stunned as if she didnt know what to do. Every man in her world was either Master or Dominus, Then what should I call you, Ma ummm

Gideon chuckled slightly and shrugged, Try Mal.

Collette blinked a single time and actually let her eyes meet his shaded ones for the first time ever, Mal?

Yes, Gideon responded quietly, Its a nick name, he held up a stern finger and continued with an equally stern voice, and one not many are allowed to use!

Collette smiled weakly, I am unaware of how much of this building my Domina has wired for sound. If she caught me addressing you in such a manor, I would certainly be punished mercilessly for such an improper address of someone of higher station, she thought for a moment and raised an eyebrow, Can we perhaps find a middle ground with the term, sir?

Gideon nodded a little and shrugged, I suppose. Now, as I was saying before. Are you comfortable? And I dont want some programmed response where you tell me that whatever I want is what you want.

Collette narrowed her eyes slightly. They were suddenly treading on dangerous waters. The slightest slip of the tongue could wind her up in a world of hurt. Was he trying to make her feel comfortable to trap her? Did he want to make her fail her Domina so that Vasser would punish her? It was a distinct possibility. She knew that most of Vampire kind were sadistic monsters. Perhaps that was Gideons game. She knew little about his type though. She was familiar with her Dominas ancestry. She knew that Vasser was descended from the Marquis De Sade himself, part of his particularly cruel Bloodline that belonged to a large body of Vampires calling themselves Domus Luxuria. But she knew nothing of Gideons ancestry or what their vices and depravities were.

Fearfully she licked her lips slightly and dropped her attention to the floor while she thought. After a moment she took a deep breathe and returned her gaze to his, taking a single giant leap, No, sir. I am uncomfortable.

Gideon nodded a little and moved around behind her and began to unbuckle and then unlace the restraints that held her arms behind her back. She flexed her shoulders slightly with a tiny moan as he pulled the device off her body. Gideon noticed that the tiny locks that held her corset on her body were also removed. It was obvious that Vasser intended him to use this poor girl in any way hed wanted.

How about this? he said running his hand over the smooth leather of her corset, And this? he said touching the strict collar that held her head.

Collette regressed back from trusting him completely as her own hand touched her collar lightly. She couldnt remember the last time she was without one. It was far too much for her to ask him to completely remove her restraints so instead she fell back on her programmed response, Whatever pleases you, sir.

Gideon began to remove the buckles from her corset and as soon as it was loose, helped her to slip free. It was tossed effortlessly to the floor along with her collar the moment he had removed that as well. Her still latex clad hand reached up to touch her neck lightly, feeling flesh there for this first time in ages. Gideon had turned his back on her and made his way across the living room. She took that opportunity to stand to her full height and reach to her side. In a single tug the leather tie that was holding her skirt on came loose and that garment dropped to her feet as well. Her hands fell to her sides and her chin up proudly as she waited for Gideon to turn.

The moment he looked back at her she spoke softly, Thank you, sir. Please take what you wish.

Gideons eyes looked over her for a moment passively. Though he gave no outward expression, something horrifying caught his eye immediately. She was completely hairless from the neck down and where her sex should have been there was only a metal plate. It look liked a tiny ovular piece of silvery sheet metal. It covered just where her pussy should have been and was affixed to her body by dozens of small surface piercings, making it appear riveted to her flesh. A tiny section of the metal was perforated so that she could handle any business that would be required in the bathroom.

She barely caught his eyes focused on that from behind his sunglasses and her face turned to worry, I apologize sir, but I am not permitted to give that. She took a step towards him, fear filling her eyes to think that she could not please him and that only one thing would result: punishment, But you may use me in any other way you wish!

Youve never Gideon began, his normally stoic voice filled with a tiny mix of horror and wonder.

Had regular sex? she nodded a little, The day I turned 13. I was bent over a table and strapped down. Many of the Dominas male slaves that were permitted to use their genitals had their way with me for the better part of a week, she spoke about such a horrific event as if it was a casual affair. Gideon was more then a little skilled at reading people and he could see repression and trauma when it stared him in the face. He remained silent however, and let the girl continue, All the while, my Domina used her kinds abilities to make the experience all that much more

Gideon interrupted her while she searched for an appropriate word, Horrible?

Collette swallowed slightly and gave him an uneasy smile, No wonderful. I would only find out days later once this, she motioned to the metal shield, was attached to me, the girl paused and shifted uneasily while Gideon studied her, his gaze penetrating directly into her eyes. For her part, her stare could no longer meet his and she returned her attention to the proper place for her status, the floor. Finally she cleared her throat and continued, She wanted me to know what I would never have again.

There was an uneasy tension that filled the room for a moment and finally Gideon broke it, Im going to take a shower. Make yourself comfortable.

Collettes eyes nearly snapped up to his and were immediately filled with pleading, Allow me to help you, sir? He looked at her questioningly for a moment so she feel inclined to explain, I hate to feel useless

Gideon scowled slightly and rolled his eyes, Fine but thats all your doing.

Yes, sir, she said with a slight smile and trotted after him into the spacious bathroom.

The room was tiled in all white with gold accents. The floor space of the bathroom was nearly as large as the room Gideon called his bedroom back home. Though in truth his bedroom was a partitioned section of his apartment with a mattress on the floor. There were two full sinks, two toilets, a raised hot tub and a shower that could probably fit six people comfortably. Collette quickly removed the last articles of her own clothing, her shoes and the latex gloves and stockings that she wore. They were neatly folded and placed on the counter top.

Gideon had hardly had a moment to take in the entire surroundings before she was waiting attentively for him. Without even being asked, she had gathered up a fluffy white towel and placed it on the counter near the shower. Trained to service anyones needs she immediately noticed how the lights caused Gideon to squint noticeably, even behind his sunglasses. Still without prompting she made her way to an adjustment knob and turned the setting down considerably until the room was dimly lit. She couldnt help but deny that it made the atmosphere a little more romantic. Her actual mission, after all, was to gather information and men talked better in bed then they did out of it. Still, there was something else in her motives that even she couldnt place a finger on.

Gideons bank account, given his work and age were extensive to say the least. However, his Spartan attitude and way of life caused him to often forget to take care of his possessions properly. This was evidenced by his casual removal of his expensive tie and the way he cast it to the floor. Only his weaponry was well maintained. Almost everything else he owned was merely a tool that could be easily replaced.

Collette was not so haphazard in her affairs and she immediately stooped to gather up his tie, fold it perfectly and place it next to the towels. This continued with each garment; it was removed, cast aside carelessly, gathered up and set aside neatly. His boots were placed beneath the counter in perfectly alignment with the edge. Though she wasnt obsessive compulsive, enough beatings could instill that kind of care in anyone. As soon as Gideon had removed his clothing and Collette had set it aside he stretched slightly, looking around to get himself a towel before he noticed that she had already done that. By the time he turned his attention back to her, she was already preparing the water and adjusting it for temperature.

How do you like your water, sir? she asked just loudly enough to be heard above the din.

Steaming, he responded idly while he continued to observe the lavish suite he had been given.

After a few moments, hot steam was pouring out from the opening in the smoked glass that separated the shower stall. Collette was standing by it with a practiced smile on her face. Gideon only nodded once and stepped into the water, followed by the girl. I can bathe myself, he stated to her.

But why should you have to? she asked with genuine inquisition.

You arent going to take no for an answer, are you?

No, sir.

Gideon nodded a little and turned his back to her, resting his arms and head against the wall, Fine then you can wash my back.

Collette nodded and began soaping a washcloth. For those few moments she let herself study his physique in detail. He was nearly perfect, but most Vampires, she had found, were impressive physical specimens. She had learned over the years that there were two kinds.

The first were those born to a parent who is a Vampire. She was told this was very rare. If the mother is the human parent and the father the Vampire, usually the mother dies during child birth. Very rarely are such pregnancies even carried to term. If the father was mortal and the mother the Vampire, it is nearly impossible for him to impregnate her. In any case, she heard rumor that these creatures were pre-born. The moment they are conceived they attain full consciousness and even fragmented memories of their parents. This is said to have a traumatic effect on the child. Something else is said to happen during their development. Something darker that taints all of their minds, but what it was, Collette could never discern. These born Vampires were call Pure Bloods and mature to adult hood in 15 to 18 years and they spend the rest of their lives appearing to be in there early 20s. The oldest known of their kind stretches back to the time of the Persian Empire.

The second type of Vampire were said to be much weaker, but more common. These Half Bloods, are those normal humans who are given a chance to ingest the blood of the Pure on three separate occasions. These Half Bloods cease aging at the moment of their transformation and are said to be more stable creatures then those of a pure lineage. These can appear in any manor that a human being could.

Gideon was well muscled, though not overtly so. He was more toned and lithe then anything else. Standing nearly six and a half feet tall he likely weighted in at 230 lbs of solid muscle. His complexion was ashen, like most of his kind, though it didnt seem to be quite as pallor as most. Collette didnt quite understand why. He had a strong jaw line and broad shoulders and was what any woman would consider a nearly perfect male. His hair was dark and shaved close around the sides and back with the top only slightly longer. His eyes were a shade of purple unfound in humanity and resembled a mix of animal and human more then purely human.

Collettes hand traced over a number of slight ridges over his back that were obviously faded scars, she had enough of her own to recognize. She cleared her throat slightly and barely murmured, Sir, if I may ask how are you scarred. I was under the impression that those born to be Vampires could regenerate damaged tissue from birth. Surely someone of your reputation is not

Gideon turned to face her and lean his back against the shower wall. Water poured down on both of them a dozen spouts that lined the shower stall at various heights. He couldnt deny a slight stirring while he took in her wet, shinnying body and her vibrant hair plastered to her face. But he refused to let any emotion get the better of him; it could only end badly, No. Im not. We are born capable of regeneration, but there are wounds grievous enough even for our kind to leave marks. Especially for my Bloodline during the daylight hours.

Daylight hours? Collette inquired with her head tilted to the side. For the moment she had forgotten her proper self and simply wanted to know more.

Gideon nodded slightly, My Bloodline can move about during the day, even in direct sunlight. However, from the time the sun rises until it sets we are barely more then mortals.

Collettes eyes narrowed slightly. How strange: a vampire that could move about in the sun. For the moment she put aside her questions and returned to the activity at hand. He turned back to face the wall and she began to scrub his body clean. Covering his entire left shoulder was an ornate black and white tattoo. Collette studied it for a moment while she cleaned him. She finally came to the conclusion that it was a symbol she had never seen and could not identify. She had heard that all Pure Bloods were born with a birthmark that symbolized their House, or Domus as they referred to it in Latin. It was always the same, in the same place and appeared to be a black and white tattoo. Her hand instinctively ran over the ink that she had just above the metal shield between her legs. Her Domina had placed her own s symbol on her body, marking her as property effectively.

After several moments of cleaning, Gideon turned back to face her. He found her gazing up at him almost adoringly. His hand took hers lightly in an attempt to remove the washcloth from her grip. Instead however the girl rested both of her small hands on his vast chest and stretched up on her tip toes to press her lips against his. It was a hell of a stretch for the five foot seven inch girl, but she managed to reach. For a moment, Gideon allowed her to do so. He seemed almost to be lost in the moment. It was daring of her, especially given her status in life and how little she knew him. He could report such rash behavior to her Domina and Collette would find herself suspended and whipped for days. Still, the silver ring in her lip pressed tightly against Gideons lips while her pierced tongue attempted to pass between them. It was then that he pulled away and pressed his back against the wall.

For a moment, Collette didnt know what to do. Making a snap decision and another bold move she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Her intentions were obvious and as she moved towards him, Gideons hand reached out to snatch her hair roughly.

You dont want this, he said with a hushed growl.

Collette fell back on her programmed response once more, Its not about what I want, sir

Gideons eyes narrowed harshly down at her and all progress the two had made seemingly vanished in an instant. He became just as cold and distant as he had been the moment shed met, Fine. This isnt what I want then. I believe we are done here. He said nothing more as he released her and stepped out of the shower.

Collette rose to her feet quietly and shut off the water, As you wish, Dominus. As if her tone and words were not enough to signal it, Gideon could actually feel the girls mood shift. Just as he had pulled away from her and become distant, she reverted to her well trained self. She was formal, polite and submissive. Her eyes were planted to the floor as she exited the shower.

She immediately gathered a towel and fell once again to her knees, her gaze always on his feet as she dried him selflessly. For that awkward moment, not a word was exchanged between them. Only when she was satisfied that he was completely dried did she fold the towel up and placed it in the hamper. She then stood at perfect attention; her legs spread slightly, eyes on the floor and her hands behind her back.

Gideon looked her over for a moment and scowled slightly, I apologize

Collette closed her eyes slightly and uttered softly, There is no need to apologize, Dominus. I am here strictly for your pleasure.

Gideon nodded a little and started to exit the bathroom, I believe that is all I will need this evening.

Collette nodded only once, If that is your wish, Dominus.

When he returned to the living room he noticed a black leather backpack was seated on the couch. It was from his car. He had always traveled light, but did come prepared for most eventualities. Thankfully he had some lighter closes to wear to bed. Only moments later he had riffled through it and found a pair of cotton draw string pants that flowed around him loosely. It was warm enough where that would suffice for the night.

A moment of curiosity caused him to look back into the back and he chuckled softly. Of course they had removed his other assorted firearms and knifes before they dropped it off in his room. Still, it unnerved him slightly that someone had gone in his car without his knowledge. He dismissed the thought for a moment and glanced around the room.

Only a moment later he ducked his head back into the bathroom to find Collette still standing there, soaking and shivering, Why dont you dry yourself off and go to bed?

Collette nodded slightly, Of course, Dominus. Where would you like me to sleep?

Gideon shrugged slightly, Wherever you like.

Collette sighed a frustrated noise and clenched her teeth together, I have to insist once more that my desires do not factor into it, Dominus. Where would you like me to sleep?

Gideon sighed slightly, Would you like to sleep in the bed, he eyed the apartment beyond the bathroom, Im sure its large enough for two.

Collette wanted to scream out that she would love to sleep in bed with him. She would love for him to do anything to her. Every moment with him was like heaven compared to her Domina. But she had learned her lesson. If their relationship was to continue to be amicable she had to learn they were not friends and she could not treat him like such, not that the girl had any real notion of what a friend was, If that would please you, Dominus.

Gideon rolled his eyes a little and nodded, It would.

Only then did the girl move. She toweled herself off swiftly and exited the bathroom, following a few feet behind Gideon as he made his way towards the bedroom. Sure enough the bedroom was as spectacular as he imagined it would be. The bed was nothing short of a four-poster king sized and the room itself was amazing. The sheets that adorned the bed were obviously silk and there was a small sitting area about the size of his living room in LA. Gideon mused to himself how all of this was wasted on someone that required so little.

He meandered across the room and inspected a closet on the opposite side. He smirked slightly and raised a brow. It was filled with all manors of devices that he had no doubt Vasser intended him to use on the poor girl that she had sent him. Whips, chains, restraints and various leather garments that appeared about her size filled the alcove. Shaking his head slightly he closed the doors and turned to see Collette looking at him expectantly. For a moment there was a hint of hope she would perhaps have a little play. The moment she saw him close the closet however, her heart sank.

He slipped into bed quietly and laid his head back on one of the pillows, folding both his hands beneath. Only after he had made himself comfortable did she slip in beside him. For a moment she considered if she should remain at a distance. Ultimately however, she decided that everyone likes a warm body snuggled up against him or her in bed, at least she imagined. She had never really slept with anyone before, as in over night in a bed together. She laid down mostly on her side, one arm folded under her body the other resting on his chest lightly. Her head she placed on the other side of his upper torso.

For a second Gideon almost pulled away. Instead however, he resigned to this small annoyance and grumbled. Why anyone would want someone else laying in bed with him or her was beyond him, especially this close. For the moment however, he grit his teeth slightly and wrapped one of his arms around her back. The contented coo that emanated from her body signed that she enjoyed the attention and he resigned himself to deal with it tonight. The only eerie presence was that he could feel the cool metal shield that tortured her pressed against his thigh. The cruelty of war was familiar to him and Gideon was guilty of any number of wartime atrocities. But this kind of cruelty was completely foreign. Cruelty for its own sake.

Shaking his head he closed his eyes. He would only have to put up with it and her for tonight. Tomorrow when he met with Vasser he would explain that he appreciated the gesture, but that he didnt want this girl near him. Everything would be much simpler then

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