Returning home

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-20-02 10:02

They'd only been gone for a few hours, but it seemed like the entire night. She kicked her boots at the doorstep having remained silent most of the way home. She noticed the curious looks from Guillaume and Violet as they rushed home, but decided to think upon their words before she came to any rash decisions. She hadn't even been sure about taking in 2 slaves to begin with, so the idea of sharing wasn't far fetched at all. As she reached for the doorknob, she turned offering Violet a soft smile.

"Of course you may 'borrow' Laura. I wouldn't even mind you sipping from her quite honestly. I would just like some time alone with Guillaume for a bit. At least with Laura with you, I won't feel pressed to entertain her and Tricia."

She opens the door noting the look of happiness that comes across Violet's features. She looks much more beautiful when she's happy...glowing even. The great sadness that hangs over her definately dulls her features. But she can see a hungry look of satisfaction that Violet will have with Laura. Perhaps, Violet being far more refined then she, will have more in common with Laura and be able to keep a reign on her easier. She takes Guillaume by the hand and leads the both of them upstairs while speaking quietly.

"Perhaps I will join you in that bath Guillaume."

All three enter their chambers as she invites Violet in pointing to the adjoining room where Tricia and Laura are now immersed in a sensuous massage. The door opens and both look up with a surprised excitement. She points to Tricia and moves her finger motioning her over.

"Tricia, come here. Me and Guillaume need assistance with our bath."

Tricia delightfully leaves Laura behind as her master and mistress return. She practically runs to them willing to do as she's told.

"Fix us a hot bath with lots of bubbles."

She turns and looks at Laura with a delicious smile meant only for her as Tricia rushes into the bathroom. She goes over to Laura placing a soft hand on her shoulder.

"Laura my love, I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep Miss Violet here company and do as she says. Me and Guillaume need to be alone for a bit and I would hate to leave you alone as well. Violet will keep good conversation with you. So please, rise and go with her."

She steps away as Laura looks at her confused, but obeying her orders. She smiles to Violet and slips out of the small room to rejoin her sire. The warm water is running and she can hear Tricia in the bathroom making sure everything is perfect for them. She is so obideint...she will be richly rewarded tonight.

She closes the door behind her and goes to the bathroom watching Guillaume with a sexual predatory gaze. She stands at the door way between the bath and bed slowly removing her clothing, to tempt him with anticipation. She unbuttons her shorts slowly pulling the zipper down while licking her lips to him sliding them past her boots and finally off. Her hands run up the front of her body and underneath her shirt spreading her fingers across her breasts. She lifts her shirt that way and removes it smiling wickedly to him...she can feel his piercing gaze moving up and down, practically touching her flesh, not just from Guillaume though, she feels it from Tricia as well.

She laughs lightly and bends over to take her boots off. As she does so, she looks to him hoping perhaps he will take advantage of this precarious position before engaging in a warm bath. She wants Tricia to watch, and learn from the both of them.

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Comfort Interrupted

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-20-02 13:34

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The full body massage Tricia had so generously given her has done nothing to relieve Laura's sexual tension. Although Laura has no desire for intimacy with Tricia -- or, for that matter, any other woman, she insists to herself -- the constant caress of Tricia's firm, confident hands has revitalized the extraordinary libidinousness Laura has suffered for the past several days. In fact, Laura had to fight to stay still whenever Tricia's strong fingers came within scant inches of Laura's nipples and other, even more sensitive, points.

On the other hand, the massage has alleviated the intense anxiety, and its accompanying physical stress, which Laura has felt ever since their arrival at this manor. The massage itself had not just soothed the tightness in Laura's muscles and joints. It has also renewed Laura's confidence that Tricia is a true friend. Ironically, the uneasiness Laura had felt around Tricia since learning not only that Tricia is bisexual, but also that she was attracted to Laura herself, was subdued by letting Tricia have full access to her body. By doing nothing but giving Laura the best massage in her life, Tricia has restored Laura's comfort around her.

Now snug under warm covers, with Tricia gently stroking her hair, Laura immediately falls asleep with her head in Tricia's lap. She answers Tricia's question about Lady Narcissa with a gently purred snore. As Tricia watches, Laura's eyes start to twitch under their lids as Laura dreams.

In her dream, Laura is still naked. She finds herself in the spacious bedroom which she understands belongs to their hosts, Lady Narcissa and Sir Guillaume. Laura walks up to a full length mirror, and is shocked to find that she looks just like Tricia.

Her new reflection speaks to her in Tricia's voice. "You shouldn't be surprised, Laura. Didn't you know? We're sisters now... twin sisters... Made of the same essence. Forever bound... side by side...."

Tricia steps out through the looking-glass and takes Laura into her arms in a sisterly hug. But Laura knows she needs more. She has felt so lonely. First Belle left her; then Narcissa.

Laura believes she has lost every friend she ever had. She could not bear to lose Tricia... her new sister... her sudden twin. Laura realizes that in a world filled with evil monsters and unfaithful friends, Tricia is the only person she can trust and look to for companionship and comfort.

In her dream, Laura embraces Tricia desperately. They sink to their knees together on the plush rug before the mirror. Laura knows she will do anything to never lose Tricia's love.

Thus, the final image of her dream....

... simply adds to Laura's confusion when she is abruptly startled awake by Tricia gently but purposefully sliding Laura's head off of her lap. Leaving Laura behind, Tricia slips off the mattress.

Laura, clutching the blanket up to her throat, sits up in bed to find that Lady Violet, Lady Narcissa and Sir Guillaume have entered the tiny bedroom.

Still disoriented, Laura hardly notices how inexplicably Tricia, a bright and self-confident university student, enthusiastically obeys the orders Lady Narcissa gives her. "Fix us a hot bath with lots of bubbles."

After Tricia leaves to perform that duty, Lady Narcissa locks her gaze upon Laura. "Laura my love, I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep Miss Violet here company and do as she says. Me and Guillaume need to be alone for a bit and I would hate to leave you alone as well. Violet will keep good conversation with you. So please, rise and go with her."

Without thinking, Laura swings her bare feet to the floor and replies. "Yes, my Lady."

But Narcissa has already turned and left the room with Sir Guillaume following behind. Laura trembles. Why did I say that? Why did I agree? This isn't what I want.

But she has already agreed. She would look foolish chasing after Lady Narcissa and trying to renege. All the feelings of need and abandonment brought out by her dream come flooding back and she sighs forlornly.

Not knowing what else to do, she hugs the blanket -- still covering her from where she holds it at her neck to where it bunches up across her thighs -- and looks up at Lady Violet.

"I'm sorry, Vi... uh... um... my Lady," Laura stammers, remembering suddenly how she has learned to address this guest. "But if you could excuse me... um.... You see, I'm actually... um... I'm... I need to get dressed."

***

Pleasent turn of events, and a bit impatient

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-20-02 19:37

Violet couldn't repress the slight hunger that surged through her when Narcissa said that she could entertain the lovely Laura this evening. She leaned agianst the doorway of the small room, her gaze on Laura. "You needn't be so shy around me Laura. You have all the same bodily features as I."

She watched as Laura paled a bit. "Alright, dress quickly." She said turning and steping out of the doorway. She leaned against it, arms crossed over her chest. Eyes closed.

She looked into the room, and watched Laura as she dressed, though, her watching went unnoticed by the woman. She let her gaze take in all of Laura's nude form. A devilish thought raced through her mind.

~Tonight will be a night you'll not forget my dear Laura. Though, I am sure you will take a little persuasion.~ She thought as she turned her gaze from the small room and simply waited for Laura to appear.

"Come Laura, we don't have all night." she called into the small room, when Laura didn't appear with in a short period of time. She turned and pushed open the door. "What is taking so long Laura. I do wish to relax a bit tonight with you. It is best that we leave Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume alone with Tricia to assist them."

She moved to the door, fully expecting Laura to follow as she moved out.

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Necessary Roughness

Author: Mat

Date: 11-21-02 07:48

There is a time to be gentle, and a time to be harsh, in Mat's mind. Since the gentle way did little or nothing, now it was Mat's turn and she would fix things her way. "If you really are afraid to disturb her growth when it is necessary, I have absolutely no idea how you will ever succeed in shaping her...I am not very good with your language yet...there is this thing done to trees, pruning? It helps the tree grow stronger..." She turned from the Witch. "Girl, come here!" she ordered. "Witch... I can't keep calling you Witch, had I asked your name yet? had you answered? What is your name?"

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Unsought Company

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-21-02 13:27

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In one corner of the tiny bedroom, near the window, there is an old fashioned wash stand with a porcelain basin and tarnished mirror. After pulling on her dress -- Laura has become extremely annoyed with her failure to bring any underwear -- Laura takes her time brushing her hair. Lady Violet's impatient urging that she hurry simply reinforces Laura's regret that she agreed to keep her company.

Laura had decided to delay her plans to search for Belle only because she felt she owed it to Tricia and Lady Narcissa to acquiesce to their insistence that she spend one more night here. They had both been such good friends lately that Laura did not want to disappoint them.

But now they had gone off with Sir Guillaume. In their absence, Laura was not in any mood to be sociable. She certainly owed nothing to Lady Violet, whom she had just briefly met a few hours earlier, and who now talks to Laura like some kind of servant. It reminds Laura of how Sir Guillaume treats Tricia and her. Sir Guillaume and Lady Violet are cut from the same pattern, Laura decides: a pair of arrogant aristocrats.

"What is taking so long, Laura?" Lady Violet demands from the next room. "I do wish to relax a bit tonight with you. It is best that we leave Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume alone with Tricia to assist them."

Laura would tell Lady Violet where she could stick her relaxation, if it wasn't for the reminder that Lady Narcissa had asked Laura to go with her. Sighing, Laura sets down the hairbrush, steps into her shoes, and turns to enter the main room of the suite where Lady Violet waits.

Laura finds Lady Violet already heading out into the hallway, and Laura automatically hurries to catch up. She follows Lady Violet back down the hall toward the parlor, but is surprised when Lady Violet instead turns right into another of the manor's huge guestrooms.

Laura herself stops in the doorway and scowls suspiciously at Lady Violet when Laura finds her standing next to the large canopied bed.

After the strange events of the past several nights, it is only natural for Laura to wonder if Lady Violet -- obviously a friend of the libertine Sir Guillaume and Lady Narcissa -- might have something more than just conversation in mind.

***

Growing Familiarity

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-22-02 05:50

Despite her humble origins, Guillaume notices how quickly Narcissa has grown accustomed to having servants. She has already started to take them for granted, taking no more notice of them than one would a chair or a lamp, ubiquitous objects in the background, ignored and forgotten except when their use is needed.

Thus, even with Tricia in the room, busily drawing their bath, Narcissa makes an erotic show of disrobing, giving Guillaume an enticing precursor to what she has in mind for the evening. Narcissa ends her striptease in nothing but her boots. She turns her back to Guillaume and bends over to unlace them, smiling over her shoulder to confirm that her resulting vulnerability is a purposeful invitation.

Guillaume chuckles and shakes his head slightly. Could she really expect him to make love to her while the stink of her prey remains upon, even within, her? Narcissa still has much to learn.

Guillaume begins to undress himself, dropping his shirt where he stands for Tricia to retrieve later. He watches as the young woman seems to take prideful delight in choosing a combination of oils and bubbles to add to their bath. He notes how meticulous she is, taking care to pour just the right amounts and not spill any of the viscous liquids on her beautiful blue gown.

"Tricia," Guillaume says softly when she finishes, and the rising bath water begins to froth with a delicate foam. "You are doing a wonderful job, and Lady Narcissa and I will continue to require your assistance as we bathe: handing us soap and sponges and such. I would hate to see you ruin that lovely dress, so I suggest that you remove it. There's a good girl."

***

Call and Response

Author: Asha

Date: 11-22-02 06:18

The two women in the other room had reached some kind of decision, the girl in the tub knew. She had also known better than to listen to their conversation, so she didn't have any idea what that decision had been, but they both seemed to be a little less tense in some ways, and even more tense in others. They were still figuring our where they stood in relation to each other, who had the most strength, who would be dominant. The girl in the tub understood this, and understood that she had been in danger, and no longer was.

"Girl, come here!"

She climbed out of the tub as best she could and, hands extended to ward off running into any walls or doors or corners, shuffled her way across the bathroom and into the presence of the Other one. They were still talking to each other, so the girl continued to not "hear" them as they spoke, being unsure how her listening in might be recieved. One thing she did hear, before a searing pain in her eyes made her cry out in pain and smashed her to her knees, the Other one had instructed the first woman to "Watch".

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RE: Unsought Company

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-22-02 09:50

When Laura finally emerged from the smaller room, Violet turned toward the door of the suite, and left the suite knowing that Laura would follow. She knew all to well that Laura thought that they would be going to the parlor. Yet, the Vampiress would quickly prove this idea wrong when she turned into one of the spacious guest bedrooms, which would be hers while she was at the Kiss.

She quickly moved to the suitcase at the foot of the bed, and rummaged through the articles of clothes contained within. She pulled out a thin cotton shirt and a pair of shorts. "Laura, are you planning on being this unsociable all night?" she asked as she moved just inside the adjoining bathroom, leaving the door open a bit and changing in to the pair of shorts and shirt. Laura's defiance was starting to wear on her patience. She wasn't exactly the best person to rial, especially as of the past few years, her temper has grown exceedingly.

She frowned when she saw Laura hadn't moved from her spot near the bed. "Laura, you are acting like I am the worst person you'd ever have to spend time with, and that my dear is simply not true. There are worse places you could be, and worse people you could be with."

She said as she sat on the bed, motioning for Laura to sit next to her. "Come now, at least sit and talk with me. I won't bite, I promise." ~At least not hard anyway.~ She thought to herself as she finished speaking.

She watched as Laura sat down on the bed right next to where she had been standing. Violet tsked under her breath and moved closer to Laura. "There that's better isn't it?" she said with a smile.

She could see why Narcissa might be worried about Laura wanting to leave. It was quite obvious that Narcissa's essence only truly affected Laura when she was in the chylde's presence. Yet, if things went the way that Violet was hoping, there would be no reason for Laura to doubt wanting to stay here.

Violet placed a hand on Laura's leg, and smiled up at the woman. "Please, trust me Laura. I am only looking for a bit of companionship this evening. I just hope you'd be willing to oblige me in that one simple request." She let the fingers of her other hand lightly trail along the column of Laura's neck. She could feel the pulse just beneath the flesh; feel the blood moving through the other's veins.

"Perhaps you'd like to wear something a little less formal than this gown. I think I might have something in your size that is if you wouldn't mind changing." She motioned to the suitcase at the foot of the bed. "Please feel free to take a look."

As she watched Laura, she managed to push the desire to sip from her just yet. Yet, she knew that if Laura didn't show signs of cooperation soon, she would have to sip if this night was going to get any more enjoyable. For now, she'd simply try and win the girl's trust, or at least a small amount of it.

***

Faulty Fascination

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-22-02 13:18

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It is clear to Laura that her suspicions about Lady Violet are proving uncomfortably true. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, and not wanting to seem overly unfriendly, Laura had accepted her suggestion to sit with her on the bed. But Lady Violet had immediately slid closer to her, and unabashedly started stroking Laura's neck, and even her thigh.

Two things keep Laura from jumping up and storming out of the room. The first is her promise to keep Lady Violet company while Lady Narcissa and Sir Guillaume are busy in their suite washing up after dinner. The second is something peculiarly compelling about Lady Violet's demeanor. The woman has a certain stately confidence that is undeniably charismatic. As uneasy as she feels under Lady Violet's increasingly brazen scrutiny, Laura finds it almost impossible to turn away from her gaze. And her voice is so soothing....

"Perhaps you'd like to wear something a little less formal than this gown," Lady Violet suggests. "I think I might have something in your size. That is, if you wouldn't mind changing." She inclines her head toward the suitcase at the foot of the bed. "Please feel free to take a look."

Laura turns her head to examine the suitcase, suddenly very conscious of the thinness of the fabric separating her thigh from Lady Violet's hand. In Laura's extraordinarily libidinous state, even a stranger's touch, even a woman's touch, is enticing torment. Laura gasps at this realization and draws away from Lady Violet, moving to the far end of the bed. Laura pulls her legs up under her skirt and crosses her arms over her breasts, as if drawing herself into some sort of protective shell.

"Lady Narcissa loaned me this dress," Laura explains, her voice hoarse and unsteady. "I would really prefer to leave it on."

***

Silenced Observer

Author: Aradia

Date: 11-23-02 08:05

"Girl, come here!" Mat barks toward the bathroom in which another similarly powerful and equally indefinable creature, also in nearly human form, wallows in the tub. Aradia hears water slosh as the other "woman" rises. She makes her way into the room, navigating fairly confidently despite the sightlessness of her monotone gray eyes. She is apparently following the sound of Mat's voice.

"Witch," Mat says as her attention returns to Aradia. "I can't keep calling you 'Witch.' Had I asked your name yet? Had you answered? What is your name?"

"Aradia," the Witch responds simply to the query so brusquely put to her.

"Alright, Aradia," Mat begins, turning to draw their focus back to the woman standing naked and wet before them. "Watch!"

Mat extends one hand toward the girl, who suddenly cries out in pain, and clutching at her eyes drops to her knees on the hardwood floor.

***

Time to bathe

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-23-02 19:49

As Guillaume passes right by, she is shocked as he continues into the bath without even taking a moment to indulge himself in her current position. She slips off both shoes leaving them in that spot watching as he commands Tricia to remove her clothes. A jealous streak sparks down her spine as he seems to take more of an interest in their slave then in her. The emerald of her eyes seem to glow brighter as she looks upon Tricia and a sneer parts her lips. It is possible they can even hear a low growl emit from her as she stands naked at the doorway. However, as he removes his own clothing and eases into the tub, he notices her current state. He merely looks at her as if she is crazy motioning her into the luxurious bath. His look has gone from the cold master to a wanting, not necessarily to take advantage of her in the bath, but at least to calm her from her current state and not tear Tricia apart. His gaze works, as it always does, and she moves to the bath, her heart still racing with jealousy. She steps down into the steaming water, a bit cold for her taste, but refreshing none the less.

"Tricia, please go into our chamber and retrieve two fresh towels. And take your time dear."

When Tricia leaves, she decides to start with the inquiry. There is a sharpness to her voice as she speaks, not understanding his desire for her to bathe first.

"You would rather look upon our slave naked then me? I suppose you'd rather her be in this bath as well?"

She leans back in the bubbles against the tub keeping a distance from him. She rubs the water up and down her arms and up her neck. The thought keeps festering in her mind and the image of him breezing by without even a touch keeps replaying.

"Perhaps you'd rather me leave all together and have Laura and Tricia take turns sucking you off tonight? Is that what you'd like?"

Little does she know what his real reason is, and is sure to be properly put back in her place in the next few minutes and feel the fool once he tells her, being as he will be right. She sits back in the tub pouting as his loving gaze now turns icy at her impudent words.

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Slowly Progressing Hopefully

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-24-02 10:18

Violet groaned inwardly at Laura's pulling herself in to a protective shell. She sighed and moved closer again to the young woman. "Then you need not change my dear. I just wish you to be comfortable." she smiled sofly again letting a hand rest lightly on one of Laura's.

Her desire for the young woman was slowly growing, dispite the small amount of anger that caused her to wish to simply cast the girl out of her presence, or simply drain the girl. But, she knew that wouldn't be a smart thing to do, given the fact that it would upset Narcissa and Guillaume both.

Her gaze met Laura's and she smiled, a suggestion in the elder vampiress' gaze as she watched the young woman. She wished Laura to be comfortable, accepting, almost willing to anything that would happen this night. She made sure to keep eye contact with Laura, not wanting the hypnosis to be counter effective.

"Listen to your body Laura, what is it you crave? What is it you need?" She asked with a gentle brush of her fingers along Laura's collar bone. She moved to pull the woman a bit closer to her, hoping to pull her out of that protective shell she had pulled herself into. "You can trust me Laura."

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Jealous?

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-25-02 06:09

Guillaume's only discernable reaction to Narcissa's rampage is a slight widening of his eyes. Otherwise, his expression remains entirely stoic, with perhaps a hint of a grin.

But his voice tells a different story.

"I gave Laura to you," the vampire growls. "But maybe you do not appreciate my gifts. As for Tricia, you invited her to join us."

Perhaps it's the way Narcissa glances at the doorway... Perhaps it is the nature of her pout... It could even be a bit of Guillaume's innate vampiric telepathy. Most likely, it is simply that Guillaume already understands Narcissa better than she could have ever believed anyone would come to know her.

Guillaume starts to laugh heartily, recognizing that in Narcissa's current mood, it is the cruelest response he can offer.

"You presumptuous, conceited little brat," he guffaws. "You're hurt because I didn't take you the moment you offered your bare little arse to me. I love you, Narcissa. And I know why you did what you did. But if you think I'd want to make love to you while you're still soaked in the stink of those two scoundrels, you just don't...."

Narcissa never hears the end of that sentence. In an inhuman instant, Guillaume stretches his legs out to hook his ankles behind her calves and pull her toward him. The sudden movement causes Narcissa to slide forward and down, dunking her completely, even her entire head, under the foamy bath water.

She stands up sputtering in rage, but before she can protest, Guillaume gets behind her, wraps his right arm around her shoulders, trapping her throat in the crook of his elbow while grasping her armpit and driving her to her knees in the tub.

Choosing a bar of the strongest soap from the several available, he starts to scrub her savagely, beginning with her face and working down. He is roughest when scouring those sensitive areas of her body most soiled by her prey during the moments before she made her kill.

But, despite his viciousness, Narcissa realizes -- somehow senses -- that Guillaume does not intend this severe treatment as an act of violence upon her. It is much more basic than that. It is a simple statement of possession.

***

Put in her place

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-25-02 10:11

It was more than apparent to him that she was pouting now having spilled out most of what she wanted to. But she was quite surprised at his growl..."I gave Laura to you."...he was right. She sighed and turned her gaze to the door. He did give her Laura, and Tricia too. But she was unaccustomed to having women...or slaves...much less women slaves. It was in her nature to be jealous around other women considering the position in life from which she came from before he turned her. He was right though..he was all too generous with her and she was taking advantage of it....especially when he did not intervene when she took 2 men at once at the hotel. It was now clear to her why he did not want her...he did not want the foul 'mortal stink' on her any longer than it already was. She was too new to this life to really understand how foul it truly is and thought it a bit elitist of him...but now she saw a jealous streak in him as he said his words. A small smile crept across her lips as she leaned back in the tub until he called her a brat. Her eyes widened with fury and she gripped the edge of the tub to spit out words in retaliation. Just as soon as she was going to lay into him, she felt his legs pull her under. It was quite a surprise to her at the force he used to pull her under, probably too much for her tastes. She sat up quickly with her hair streaking down in her face sputtering to regain control.

She screamed as he grabbed her tightly and started to wash her as if she were a child! She grabbed at his arm, but she was no match for his strength. She felt the forceful scrubs against her face, skin, breasts and especially between her legs. She knew it was not meant to hurt her, but the force did leave quite an impression on her skin. She still resisted, however, wanting to clean herself on her own terms, not the forceful push of his. But he was much too strong and she came to realize this quickly. She stopped struggling against him and the forceful scrubbing stopped as well. He finished what he set out to accomplish and dunked her under one more time for good measure before letting go. She stayed under for a minute trying to contemplate his next move. But when she appeared out of the water her gaze and tone were much more timid, much more respectable.

"Gulliaume. I'm...I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk like that to you."

She shrank back away from him to her side of the tub as he looked at her with a satisfied smile. His chylde had been put back in her place now knowing her place in his life. He loved her, she could see that in his gaze as he looked upon her, and would never truly hurt her, but he would not tolerate her still lingering mortal selfishness. She brought her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around them looking like a frightened child in the tub. And now they are both quite aware of each other's jealousy.

Of course, Tricia hadn't taken her time, and rushed back when she heard her mistress's screams. Tricia had witnessed the whole incident and stood at the door, wide eyed and gape mouthed.

***

"Who Would Not Rather Trust and Be Deceived" -- Eliza Cook

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-25-02 12:34

Vampiress Violet LeBlanc had, on more than one occasion earlier this evening, surprised herself by how far her powers have evolved. They apparently rival, and even in ways surpass, those of a much older Kindred, Sir Guillaume FitzHenry. Nonetheless, she now finds extraordinary the effect wrought by her innate vampiric hypnotism when she looks deeply into Laura's eyes and suggests:

"You can trust me, Laura."

For Laura, it is exactly what she needs to hear. Her parents having both died when she was young -- the ultimate betrayal in any child's eyes -- Laura has always looked for someone she could trust.

She had once trusted her best friend, Belle. Then Belle ran off with a mysterious lover, unwilling to reveal to Laura any details of her new, secret, and presumably exciting life.

Laura then placed her trust in another classmate, Tricia, who had cut short her Spring Break vacation to drive up here from Florida to help Laura look for Belle. But then Laura came to discover that Tricia is bisexual, and apparently had more than just friendship in mind when agreeing to accompany Laura's to these secluded northwoods.

Laura still feels at times that she can trust Lady Narcissa, who has done so much for Laura these past few nights. But Laura grows angry every time she remembers how Narcissa had abused that trust by seducing Laura last night, or how tonight she abandoned Laura, first to go out for dinner with her friends, then to spend time with Guillaume and Tricia while relegating Laura to entertain Lady Violet.

But it is different now. She can see it in Lady Violet's eyes. Here is a true friend, someone she can honestly trust. Of course, the true and unrevealed source of this confidence prevents Laura from recognizing that she has felt the same unfettered trust every time she has been in Lady Narcissa's presence. But for the moment, is seems that Lady Violet is the most trustworthy person she has ever met.

Lady Violet is just so much more perceptive and caring than Lady Narcissa. Lady Violet says all the right things. She obviously realizes that Laura has felt uncomfortable with the recent cravings -- needs, one might even say -- of her body. Narcissa had seen it, and taken advantage of it.

Laura knows she can trust Lady Violet.

"I am so sorry for the way I've been acting!" Laura responds with a sigh. "But you see, I got the wrong idea when you invited me into your bedroom. I guess I've just had...." Laura falters, still unsure how to put the strange events of the past few days into words.

"This is kind of embarrassing," Laura admits. Yet despite her shame, she finds it impossible to look away from Lady Violet's beautifully sympathetic eyes. "Because, you know, I really am straight. But for the past week or so, I've been having the weirdest dreams and most disturbing thoughts, even... well... you know... even fantasies."

Laura's blush burns her cheeks and spreads down to her neck and beyond. None the less, she feels compelled to confess this to Lady Violet. Even though Laura honestly believes there is nothing wrong with homosexuality, she still feels guilty about her desires, especially those in her fantasies about Belle.

"I just don't understand what's come over me lately," Laura concludes, her voice becoming a little shrill with desperation. "And you're the only one I can trust to talk to about it."

***

Penitent

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-26-02 05:43

"Guillaume, I'm... I'm sorry," Narcissa whispers as she wraps her arms around her knees and shrinks into a far corner of the tub. "I shouldn't talk like that to you."

"Fine," the Vampire replies unemotionally. "We need not speak of this again."

He leans back in the bath and stretches. A warm smile returns to his face. "Besides," he continues. "This night has been far too splendid to let one little misunderstanding mar its memory. You had a magnificent first hunt, my Dear. You deserve to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.

"Tricia," Guillaume calls, despite having shown no indication that he knew the girl had returned, and with his eyes never leaving Narcissa's face. "Now that Lady Narcissa has been cleansed, she needs to be properly bathed. Our hostess has so thoughtfully imported some wonderful body lotions from the other side of the Atlantic. It would be rude not to take advantage of her generosity. Please pick an especially soothing one and bathe Lady Narcissa with it. There's a dear."

***

Time to relax

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-26-02 09:55

His voice was cold and uncaring as he spoke of the situation at hand, but she was not sure if he was so harsh about her impudent tone or if he was still mad about her sexual encounter with her prey. He kept his emotions in check and well hidden, even from her. She dared not to ask as he wished to dismiss the entire encounter they had just had in the tub. She sighed audibly and relaxed, letting go of her legs as his tone changed to praise for her. As he commanded Tricia into the bathroom, she looked over at the woman knowing, just by the look on Tricia's face, that she had witnessed the entire ordeal. This was good though, as Tricia would know not to defy Guillaume in the future...and she hoped Tricia would tell Laura about his anger.

Tricia moved into the bathroom obdiently taking the first bottle she could wrap her fingers around and moving to the edge of the tub. Tricia's hands were shaking a bit a she clumsily pulled out the cork. But the fresh scent of Lilac filled the air around them and she had kneeled by the tub waiting for further instructions from Narcissa.

She had sat up now in the tub gazing back to Guillaume and shyly smiling as he praised her first hunt.

"I don't know Guillaume. I could have probably been better."

She quiets herself as Tricia kneels down not wanting to give away their immortal secrets to her just yet. She looks to Tricia and points to her back motioning for her to rub her shoulders with the oil. Tricia carefully pours some in her hands and begins to rub with the same exotic messaging force she used on Laura. Her warm hands feel good on her cold skin and she closes her eyes moaning lightly. She allows Tricia's hands to move up the back of her neck and towards her front. She lays back against the side of the tub resting her arms on the lip of the tub while spreading her legs sprawling out under the water. Tricia continues to lean over spreading the oil across her body. She senses the want in Tricia's mind, and can practically taste her as their darling slave becomes sexually charged. Tricia's hands continue to move along her body, under the water. down her legs and back up again, until she motions for Tricia to stop.

"Enough now Tricia, please go take a seat at the makeup mirror."

There is a small padded chair next to the sink where the makeup table is. Tricia dutifully gets up, but as she does so, she takes a finger tracing it down Tricia's stomach, and between her legs, where she lightly presses against her. A lazy wicked laugh escapes her lips as she motions for Tricia to continue. Her emerald gaze is now set on Guillaume and the amused expression on his face. She crawls on hands and knees to him and into his lap where she straddles over him. She leans in kissing his neck softly then up to his chin and lips.

"So tell me, how do I smell now?"

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Testing the Level of Trust

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 11-26-02 17:45

Violet listened as Laura told her about the cravings, dreams and fantasies she had been having over the past week or so. Her unfaltering gaze never left Laura's nor did her touch to the young woman's hand. She took the hand more fully in hers and squeezed it lightly.

"You do realize that there is nothing wrong with acting on those fantasies you've been having. It is completely natural for some one to have fantasies, desires, or hungers to be with some one of the same sex. It is up to the person to choose to act on them or not."

She brought a hand to Laura's cheek caressing the soft skin. Her gaze never leaving that of Laura's, as she did so. Things were progressing quite well for the plans that the Vampiress had in mind for the young woman who was seated so unsuspectingly close to her.

"Laura, what I am about to tell you might shock you. However I wish you to know that I speak only the truth when I tell you this."

She leaned a bit closer and brushed a light kiss to Laura's cheek, the kiss could have many meanings, though the true meaning was about to be revealed to Laura. She kept eye contact with Laura through out the entire movement of kissing the other's cheek.

She pulled back and offered Laura a soft smile, truth was in her gaze, the deception that laced it hidden perfectly and undetectable by the other as she met the steady gaze of the Vampiress.

"Laura, from the moment I set eyes on you earlier this evening, I felt attracted to you. I felt a strong desire to know you both physically and mentally." As she finished speaking she let her fingertips lightly play with a stray strand of Laura's hair.

"I do hope that my words have not offended you, nor made you think that my words of trust were false." She kept her gaze on Laura, watching and waiting for a reaction. "I assure you Laura, that everything I have told you in the past few moments has been truthful."

A pause in all words and actions left the air hanging thickly in the room, it was charged with the desires emitting from both women. However, Laura would never suspect the hidden desire that lay beneath the gaze of the Vampiress whose company she shared.

"Tell me what you are thinking Laura." She said softly. "I promise you I'll not force anything on you unless it is what you truly desire. If you desire, I can be the one to aid in satisfying the needs and cravings of your body. Though I will not do so unless you want it to happen."

Her voice was soft and soothing as she spoke to Laura, hoping that the suggestion in her words as well as that in her gaze was effective. As she waited for Laura to speak she let her thumb run along the underside of Laura's wrist, she could feel Laura's pulse quicken a bit. She could also feel the blood pulsing through the veins and arteries just under the soft skin.

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Sweet Repose

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-27-02 06:04

"So tell me," Narcissa whispers as she straddles Guillaume's lap, her stomach and breasts pressing against him. "How do I smell now?"

Guillaume's vampiric senses allow him to faintly detect her natural scent, even through the perfumed lotion their servant Tricia has massaged into Narcissa's skin. It adds a slightly earthy tone to the lotion's lilac sweetness.

"Just like a spring twilight, when the warm breeze blows across the hedges to caress your face," Guillaume replies. "It is only fitting that you remind me of springtime. You have certainly revitalized my wintery old soul."

Narcissa's movements against him invite Guillaume to show his rejuvenated spirit now in the most physical of ways. The fact that Narcissa desires this while Tricia waits in the room tells Guillaume that Narcissa has either truly come to see their servants as little more than automated tools, afforded little more regard than furniture, or as objects of sexual amusement. Either is fine with Guillaume.

The motion of Narcissa's hips upon his becomes more insistent. Guillaume knows that even a bath rich with oils and lotions will wash away other, more luxuriant lubricants. So using first his arms, and then, as he can get his feet underneath, his legs as well, Guillaume pushes himself up out of the water to sit on the wide ledge at the back of the tub. Narcissa remains comfortably in his lap through the whole maneuver.

Guillaume reaches over and selects the most basic and purest of the various oils available on that shelf. He pours the entire bottle over Narcissa's breasts, allowing its contents to cascade down her stomach to be funneled between her legs. The oil provides the desired effect. Narcissa gasps only slightly as, with his next movement, he enters her entirely.

***

Spring Showers

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 11-27-02 11:11

Her heart nearly melts from her body as he compliments her so. She kisses down his neck again as joy fills her. It feels like an accomplishment that she could satisfy a very old vampire like him. She certainly feels proud and priviledged to be his, and only his. She holds on tight kissing his neck as he lifts her to the edge of the tub. She laughs out amazed at his strength and closes her eyes awaiting his next move. She feels the cool oil douse down her front and she moans softly as he grips her buttocks. With one great force, he slides into her, and she returns with an audible gasp. She takes him all the way inside of her and rocks lightly while running her hands down her chest. She massages the oils around her breasts lightly tracing her nipples with a wicked smile.

Behind them sits Tricia, eagerly watching while crossing and uncrossing her legs her own excitement about to explode.

She wonders if Tricia will begin to explore her own body alone. Thinking of Tricia watching them gets her more excited as she rocks back and forth on top of him. She had yearned to be alone with him again and witness a satisfaction on his face because of her. She grips on to his shoulders rubbing the excess oils into his skin as he continues to thrust against her. Various moans and gasps escape her lips as the continue. Their moves become faster paced and more animal as time progresses and she leans him back against the long flat surface of the tub while his feet still dangle in the bathwater. She straddles over him forcing him deeper inside while thrusting against him more violently. Her hands move up his chest as they continue their pace.

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Voyeristic Pleasures

Author: Tricia

Date: 11-28-02 20:31

Tricia watches from the makeup stool the intense passion of Lord Guillame and Lady Narcissa, becoming even more aroused by the second. She crosses and uncrosses her legs wanting to touch herself yet unable to tear he eyes away for even a second. Tricia has always had voyeristic tendencies and now getting to watch the two most important people in the world to her make wild passionate love makes her so hot that she starts to twist her nipples between her fingers to stave off the explosion she feels deep down. She can do this and still never lose sight of her fondest sight.. her fondest wish..... Wanting to be with them both.

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Showing Off

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 11-29-02 05:58

Only vampire ears would have noticed.

Concentrating fully on the pleasure he wants to give Narcissa, Guillaume had essentially forgotten Tricia's presence. And although Narcissa is certainly being more vocal in her passion, Guillaume soon becomes aware of Tricia's increasingly uneven and desperate breathing from the other side of the room.

He thinks back to that night on the beach, before he and Narcissa had met Tricia and Laura, but knew they were nearby. While lacking exhibitionist tendencies himself, Guillaume appreciates Narcissa's motivations. It had just never occurred to him to torment a slave in this way.

He finds it amuses him.

Even on his back, with Narcissa straddling his hips, pushing them down with violent thrusts, Guillaume has little difficulty shifting around so that his head is pointed straight at Tricia, with Narcissa now facing her directly. This provides Tricia a view down across Guillaume's chest and stomach and between Narcissa's open thighs, allowing Tricia to witness, as Narcissa raises and lowers herself upon Guillaume, the most intimate details of his and Narcissa's lovemaking.

He wonders if that will draw Tricia's attention, or if she will focus on Narcissa's eyes, because Guillaume looks up to find that even while her body continues to react to his, Narcissa's gaze is intent upon Tricia.

***

Confession

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 11-30-02 12:01

"Tell me what you are thinking Laura." Lady Violet suggests, her gaze penetrating deeply into Laura's eyes. "I promise you I'll not force anything on you unless it is what you truly desire. If you desire, I can be the one to aid in satisfying the needs and cravings of your body. Though I will not do so unless you want it to happen."

Perhaps unintentionally, Lady Violet's eyes flash as she speaks that final clause, causing it to echo within Laura's mind as an unheard but powerful whisper...

"You want it to happen."

For her own part, Laura is still trying to come to terms with the events and feelings of the past few days, which Lady Violet's "confession" have brought back to the forefront of her mind.

"You want it to happen."

It had all started with Laura's nightmares about her best friend, Belle Phillips. Dreams that Laura perceived as premonitions of disaster. Laura had abandoned her Spring Break in Florida and traveled all this way north to check on her friend, only to learn that Belle had left behind her mundane student life to run off with a mysterious lover.

"You want it to happen."

About the same time she discovered this, Laura -- who had never before had any homosexual thoughts or leanings -- found herself almost overwhelmed by erotic dreams about Belle.

"You want it to happen."

Laura had passed this off as just a strange reaction to the exciting romance of Belle's presumed adventure. Then she had met Lady Narcissa, and was shocked to find herself sexually attracted to that woman, too.

"You want it to happen."

Meanwhile, Laura had learned of Tricia's bisexuality, and that Tricia desired her. By that time, Laura had grown so libidinous with her unwanted fantasies about Belle, that it was only Laura's respect for Tricia's feelings that had kept Laura from using Tricia for gratification.

"You want it to happen."

Then, within a day of overcoming that temptation, Laura had allowed herself to be seduced by Lady Narcissa, and only by standing firm in face of much pressure had resisted Narcissa's attempt to persuade her toward even more sexual adventurism.

"You want it to happen."

And now, finally, in Lady Violet, Laura knows she has found someone she can trust implicitly. Violet has even suggested that Laura discuss what is on her mind. Embarrassing as Laura finds all she has thought and done, the opportunity to reveal it all to someone as trustworthy and mature as Lady Violet... promises so much emotional relief that Laura finds the offer to talk irresistible.

"You want it to happen."

So Laura tells Lady Violet everything: her original nightmare; her erotic dreams about Belle and her desires for Lady Narcissa; the resisted temptation to "use" Tricia; But then her subsequent surrender to Narcissa.

A bit breathless, Laura continues. "And now you tell me you desire me, too. I don't want to offend you; I have nothing against homosexuals. I just have never really encountered the whole issue so directly... so personally... before this week. I have never had to deal with these sorts of feelings from a woman. And despite what I've said about Belle and Lady Narcissa, I just know I'm not myself a lesbian."

Laura sighs with frustrated confusion. "And now here you are, letting me know how you feel about me... and being so nice about it... and even asking me to honestly tell you what I am thinking."

Laura feels herself blushing, but now that she has restated it, she finds it impossible to resist Lady Violet's request that she reveal her thoughts.

"I have to be honest with you. You are such a wonderful friend... the only person I trust anymore. But I have to tell you.... I just don't feel that way about you... You know... I don't have any romantic feelings for you."

Laura's breathing has grown shallow and rapid with her embarrassment. "But you have asked me what I'm thinking and I think I owe you that much. So that you can know what a terrible person I really am. I've just been so... You know... so... horny... that's right, I admit it... I've been so horny lately that now that I know you desire me, I am thinking the same terrible thing I was thinking that morning when Tricia served me breakfast in bed. That I should just take advantage of you... That I should use you to get me off so I can just get past all this and get on with my life!"

Laura realizes she is up on her knees in the bed and screaming at Violet. A week of frustration, confusion and horror pouring forth in one emotional torrent. Laura sits back with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but it's all so true. I don't love you that way. Don't have any feeling like that at all for you. But I can't help myself.... I've just needed something for so long... And here you are....And I know it's not right.... I know its not fair to you.... But..."

Laura is so terribly ashamed. She tries to look away from Lady Violet, but cannot break her gaze. Sobbing, and not knowing from where the words come, Laura whispers...

"I want it to happen."