Momentary Comfort

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 03-05-03 12:52

"Would you please take a seat?" Sir Drakonic suggests to Laura in his heavy Slavic accent, looking down at her where she kneels at his feet, next to her friend Tricia. "I am rather enjoying your company."

"Thank you, Sir," Laura replies hoarsely. She does not immediately rise. Lady Narcissa had ordered her to kneel here, and Laura dreaded the thought of offending her.

Just then Lord Guillaume steps up to Sir Drakonic's chair. Guillaume excuses himself from the library, saying he is off to join Lady Narcissa, who had gone to another room to watch the evening news. Laura wishes she could join him, or simply take his place next to Narcissa. Lady Violet is busy entertaining a new guest, and Laura misses Narcissa terribly.

Before departing, Lord Guillaume turns back to gaze into Laura's eyes, although he addresses both of the women on their knees before Sir Drakonic.

"Tricia, Laura...." Lord Guillaume's voice, though low, seems to echo grandly, filling every corner of the large room and reverberating through Laura's entire body. "You do understand that we are counting on you to make Sir Drakonic feel welcome here... Make sure he is comfortable, and provide him with anything for which he asks."

Lord Guillaume's behest reminds Laura that Lady Narcissa had likewise instructed her to cater to Sir Drakonic. So, she decides she must honor his request that she sit. Never fully rising, she backs up and slides onto the couch where Lady Narcissa had been seated moments before.

Remembering that she wears only a slip under her dress, she crosses her legs tightly. Her knees ache from kneeling on the hard floor, and she wonders why Sir Drakonic has not suggested Tricia sit as well. Perhaps he recognizes -- as Laura has been shocked to discover -- that Tricia seems not to find these sorts of games humiliating, the way Laura does. Laura suspects that even if Drakonic is into some of the same sexual play as Lord Guillaume and Lady Narcissa, he might not have the sadistic streak those two apparently enjoy.

So, while she would still prefer to now spend time with Lady Narcissa or Lady Violet, Laura finds she does appreciate this moment. At least Sir Drakonic seems a gentleman. For the first time in several nights, Laura actually feels a bit at ease.

***

Joined in the dark

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-05-03 13:38

She sat for a few more minutes just watching the news, same ol same ol. Rapes, murders, weather and sports. She sighed and watched til the end when Guillaume joined her. He stood at the door silently for a few moments gazing over her comfortable form as she sat watching. She was lit up by the blue glow of the television, encompassing herself in the black and white din of the picture. She saw his shadow in the doorway and took her feet off the table as he moved in to join her. He stood in front of her looking down and smiling.

"The 3 guys from the motel were on the news tonight love. They reported them as missing people."

They both chuckled and she decided to leave the t.v. on as added light in the room. He knelt down in front of her and she parted her legs allowing him space to move in close to her. He ran his cool fingertips up her dress to the side of her thighs again gripping her backside in his hands, but this time he pulled her close in the wheeled chair for a sweet kiss. She wrapped her hands around his neck returning the kiss and spoke quietly to him.

"So what do you think our newest guest Drakonic will do with Laura tonight?"

She breathed a bit heavier as he yanked on her thong pulling it down her thighs. She was readily waiting for whatever he might have planned in this musty old room.

***

Another Hint of Things to Come

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-06-03 06:30

Guillaume follows the grating sound of electronically reproduced voices to the small, windowless chamber in which Narcissa reclines in an old chair, her back to the door, staring at a small television set. He sees the room is actually a large utility closet, for servants' use. Surely, Briant would not bother with anything as squalid as television. Guillaume realizes that Dahlia must have employed human servants herself sometime past.

"The three guys from the motel were on the news tonight love," Narcissa says. The old wheeled desk chair squeaks as she sits up and swivels to face him. "They reported them as missing people."

Guillaume does not respond, other than by joining in her evil chuckle, even though the news report troubles him. One problem with this ordered, modern world with its instant communication is that it is very difficult to kill discretely. He assumes the missing person report will lead to a search, and Guillaume hopes the manor's camouflage is as good as it seems. But now is not the time to mention his concerns to Narcissa. He does not want her worrying about such mundane matters.

During the short walk though the cold mansion corridors from the grand library to this tiny room, Guillaume has formulated a delightful little plan. While it really does not bother him that Narcissa loaned Tricia, their common property, to Drakonic, Guillaume has decided her action presents a perfect opportunity to teach his Chylde a quick lesson.

Keeping his eyes on Narcissa's lovely face, lit exotically by the blue glow of the antique television, Guillaume settles to his knees in front of Narcissa. She parts her legs to let him move in closely. Reaching up under her skirt, he passionately grasps her buttocks and pulls her to him -- the casters of the chair scraping across the floor -- and kisses her deeply. After their tongues complete a intricate and sensuous pas de deux, Narcissa withdraws slightly to whisper in Guillaume's ear.

"So, what do you think our newest guest Drakonic will do with Laura tonight?"

"I doubt it will be anything as intense as the loving attention you paid to her earlier," Guillaume chuckles, referring to the erotic, sensual discipline to which Narcissa had subjected her obstreperous slave.

Guillaume seductively strokes Narcissa's flanks, then pulls her panties all the way off. He gently pushes her legs wide apart, then lowers his head to bestow another lingering kiss, this time on her most sensitive flesh. He then looks up to meet her eyes. Guillaume's lips smile slightly, and his voice is soft as he speaks.

"But it is not Laura who concerns me. She is yours, to do with as you please." He sits back, leaning against the wall of this cramped space as he continues, his voice still low. "On the other hand, Tricia belongs to both of us. She is our common property. You should have never loaned her to anyone without first asking me!"

Before she can respond, Guillaume stands. He glances at a long, thin ruler propped up in the opposite corner of the closet. It is within his easy reach, but he instead speaks to Narcissa with full voice, honed by decades as a military commander.

"Get up and fetch me that yardstick. I need to borrow your chair."

***

The resistant chylde

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-06-03 07:34

His lips against her were sensuous and loving, their kisses always entangled with long lasting passion. They spoke briefly before he decided to take more of a command over her, yanking her panties down and pressing his lips between her legs. She was always amazed at how luxurious his affections were and how influenced she was by them. She would do anything for him and spread her legs leaning her head back to enjoy the sensastions. A quiet moan escaped her lips however as he stopped and barked orders at her. She looked up with a raised brow and a smirk parting her lips before looking back down to him. Now he was the master and talking to her as if she were his slave. She kind of liked this game, which she thought it was, and rose lifting her skirt just a little so that only a bit of her ass was showing beneath it and retrieved the ruler. He had already commandeered the chair as she handed him the ruler and leaned back against the t.v. table. She turned the volume down curious to know what he was going to do now.

Of course, she was horribly excited and ready for him to satisfy her sexually. She leaned against the table, half sitting on it and half standing as she stood with her legs apart waiting for his next move.

"Now what Guillaume? Are you going to teach me a lesson for lending out Tricia?"

***

Beasts Come in All Shapes and Sizes

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-06-03 10:34

Violet smiled as she felt the obviousness in his gaze as he loked over her form from her toes to her breasts to finally settle his gaze on her eyes. "Violet LeBlanc." She offered her own hungry gaze, trailing over his form. Taking in every handsome, muscled inch of his form.

She shifted a bit, hips shifting seductively as she watched him. One hip leaning against the wall near the door. She offered a smile to both Narcissa and Guillaume as they left. There was something dangerous, something mysterious about their new guest, and she was curious.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Union Wise, perhaps you and I can move to one of the more seculded rooms of the manor. It will give you a chance to relax and us to get to know one another a bit more personally." There was an echo of raw lust in her voice, she wanted him, though she knew not why. She needed him, needed to feel the heat of his form against her skin, the taste of his lips on her flesh.

Violet quickly resisted the animalisitc desire to press him back against the wall and demand that he take her here and now. Her gaze was slightly hazed with traces of the lustful beast that had surfaced in the vampiress. "What do you say to joining me in less populated surroundings?" She offered again, waiting for his answer.

***

shes for the taking

Author: Union Wise

Date: 03-06-03 18:07

Those eyes pulled, lured him not to notice the dangers emitting from the others within the adjoining room. He hardly noticed any of them, even with the very smell of their flesh telling him of dangers that he could not possibly phantom. He sought to place names to the certain smells that came from the figures that seemed like shadows just beyond his eyesight. Shadows they were because he could not pull himself to look away from her. And the name Violet�it echoed into his psyche, dragging him even closer to the lust which promised to devour his soul.

"I was hoping you would suggest such a thing." He told her, amazed that she offered to take him into a more secluded place. Each move she made warned of danger, the kind that he yearned for. The danger which he knew deep inside he had sought all his life. He could not release her hand, he longed only to be hers�

No I will belong to no one he silently screamed at himself as he followed her lead through another doorway. Her eyes told of power. Was he being manipulated? He fought the urges of his flesh, which seemed a losing battle. He needed her, wanted to feel her wrapped around his waist. His vision faded to black and white. Deep within him an ancient call came to his heart. His blood bellowed with lust, lust for the kill, for the ravaging desire of mating. A change was on the way, he was not that he use to be. If he was changing, what was it he was becoming?

Union smiled a wicked smile when they were out of the sight of the others. With cat like grace he pulled her into his arms and tasted her lips. His tongue darted inward, tasting her very breath, and finding it sweet.

***

Remuneration

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-07-03 06:35

"Now what Guillaume?" Narcissa says in playful defiance. "Are you going to teach me a lesson for lending out Tricia?"

The Vampire's reply comes as a barely audible and ominous whisper.

"Yes."

The cramped quarters make the next move easy for Guillaume, with his vampiric strength. He reaches up between Narcissa's legs, forces his hand between her bottom and the table against which she leans and, grasping her buttocks fiercely, flips her forward, face down across his lap. He immediately raises her skirt so it bunches up high around her narrow waist.

Guillaume had originally intended a mild, symbolic spanking. But Narcissa's amused recalcitrance inspires a vicious reaction. Moving his hand further down the yardstick, to add more spring to its slap, he delivers a half-dozen savage strokes to her bottom, raising six reddened welts.

The long ruler clatters to the floor and he covers her mouth with his hand, squeezing her cheeks and cupping the palm away from her lips, lest she try to bite. With his other hand, which had been holding her in place, he starts to gently stoke her buttocks. Although she is still a fledgling vampiress, the wounds are already visibly healing under Narcissa's enhanced recuperative powers.

As each crimson line fades to a pink scar, then disappears completely, Guillaume massages away the sting. Several times, his fingers wander down between Narcissa's thighs, there to caress and fondle her sensuous folds.

She cannot see his grin, nor can she suspect that he wears it, given the cruel grumble he feigns as, bending forward, he lets his hand move from her mouth and growls in her ear.

"You cost me the services of my slave for the evening, Narcissa. How do you propose to recompense me for that loss?"

***

Solitude

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 03-07-03 06:57

Watching Violet lead Union out of the room, Drakonic had to chuckle to himself. The newcomer had worried him slightly. He knew, that with the newcomer's presence, he would not be able to have his fun. Not that he was being taken care of, he was left alone to his game. He smiled amusedly at Laura, and asked, "Is it often your misstress und lord leave ze two of you unattended?"

He didn't need an answer, he already knew it. However, the question was a necessary part of the game. He took a sip from his wine, and set it back on the side table. He knew Tricia would refill it, she was the perfect slave. However, she was the one of which there was no fun to be had.

He got up, and crossed the room, sitting beside Laura. He knew she would be uncomfortable with his presence, but he didn't want her to het comfortable. He wanted her on edge. It was more fun that way.

***

Both for the Taking

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-07-03 12:54

Only a true predator could be able to see the predatory aura that now surrounded the quiet, and reserved Vampiress Violet. It was though her very demeanor had been changed by the arrival of and interaction with this handsome, yet dangerous stranger. There was also something primal and animalistic in her body language. She was slowly starting to surrender to that lustful beast that now raged within her lithe form.

She led him out of the library, moving directly toward the room she was occupying. She wasn't at all surprised to find herself swept into his arms and his lips on hers. The kiss was one of hunger, surrender, command, and exploration. But who was surrendering, and who was commanding? Or are they both surrendering to the command of the lustful beast that raged with in them.

Her lips parted allowing his tongue to taste of the sweetness of her breath. Her tongue moved along his in an erotic dance, slowing then stopping as she broke the kiss. It left the lingering feel of her lips upon his, as well as his lips upon hers. Her body sung and pulsed with pure unadultered lust and primal need. She wanted to be possessed and she wanted to possess.

She took his hand and pulled him into her room, which thankfully was only a few more doors down. It was then again that her lips captured his in a deep kiss of want, need, desire and lust. She knew that their joining would be one of pure animalistic need and raw lust. This fact simply did not faze her in the least. He was something she wanted and she would get what she wanted.

***

Immediate Discomfort

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 03-07-03 13:09

"Is it often your Mistress and Lord leave the two of you unattended?" Sir Drakonic asks as he takes a sip of wine, then stands to cross in front of the hearth and join Laura on the couch. Laura feels herself blush. He sits closely enough to Laura to imply the casual familiarity appropriate to lovers. Laura has expected this, and already plans to make sure he understands she is not interested in intimacy with a man she has only just met.

"Actually, we only came here a couple days ago," Laura begins. Again her gaze drops to the floor. She knows she will have to look him in the eye eventually, to be firm in denying him what he now seems to desire. But at this moment, thinking over the events of the past several nights, Laura feels too ashamed to face anyone. Laura suspects Sir Drakonic knows all about Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume's libertine practices, and that he realizes Laura has played a role in them.

Still, this is as good a time as any to let the gentleman know she has her limits. "We don't... well, um... I don't participate in everything Lady Narcissa and Lord Guillaume do."

***

getting what you want

Author: Union Wise

Date: 03-07-03 20:19

Union felt as if she would devour his very essence, and he cared not. His flesh rippled with unnatural muscles, as his desire hide the pain of such a transformation from his nervous system. His thoughts faded in and out, in and out, like he was intoxicated to a high degree.

Intoxicated he was, with animal desires, with the wanting, the longing of taking a mate as his forefathers had. Her hands roamed his chest, nails bit into his hardened frame bringing about further arousal. Color was lost to his sight, as the eyes of a wolf glared outward. Union fought to control the beast, his own intellect vanishing with each moment.

Fangs forced themselves to grow within his mouth. Fangs that wanted flesh, blood, to bathe in the glory of the kill. Stripping away his own clothing, leaving them lay in rags, he flung her onto the bed, and she enjoyed it.

She met him force with force, craving with craving. He tore into her with shameless hunger. Stripping her of all clothing, he entered into the very fabrics of her flesh with his flesh. A growl raged from deep within his throat, as he felt her warmth surround him.

His face started a slight metamorphous as he thrust deep within her. He was famished, needed her, only her, she was his savior, his destroyer�she was perfect.

***

A savage lesson

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-08-03 11:32

She grinned wildly as he grabbed her between the legs forcing her forward across his lap. She giggled loudly thinking he was going to playfully spank her. Little did she know what was to come. One after another, the thrashing continued across her soft skin, each stinging worse than the previous one. She bellowed out a scream and wriggled in defiance, but he kept her firm across his lap and her mouth covered in a muffle. She could not rightly move to defend herself, for retalitating against her sire was something she could not do. She desperately wanted to get off his lap and rip and tear into his flesh, but something deep in her cold blood prevented her from doing so. Perhaps it was hereditary becoming his chylde, or perhaps...she liked it.

When he stopped, she calmed as his hands stroked away at her soft flesh as the scars disappeared. The sting however, remained, until his fingers dove between her legs to arouse her.

"You cost me the services of my slave for the evening, Narcissa. How do you propose to recompense me for that loss?" ....he growled in her ear. His tone suggested a sudden change in his demeanor, not wanting to punish her any further, but now wanting her to do his bidding, as now he seemed to be more aroused then she.

She breathed heavily as he allowed her to flop out of his lap. She kept her skirt at her waist and removed the jacket that covered the dress. He could quite clearly see she wore no other undergarments beneath the see through dress as she slid to her knees between his legs. She looked up at him quite unsure what to say or do at this point not desiring another lashing. He laughed as he saw the look of surprise in her eyes and ordered her to strip down just as she had ordered Laura to. She stayed on her knees and took the dress off over her body and let it slip from her arms next to the chair. She rose up slowly still looking at him while rubbing her hands up his thighs and to the button on his trousers. He looked at her pleased that she was instinctually reading his mind. She spoke in a low tone as he released him from the confines of the fabric.

"I tell you what. I'll do whatever you want me to do to you tonight and I'll let you do whatever you want to me...even if that includes more spankings."

She grumbles a bit not wishing any more spankings, but his tone seemed serious enough for her to offer it should he want it. With that, she could see his mind slipping into another train of thought, perhaps imagining what he's going to do to her from that statement, as she took him into her mouth to start pleasuring him as she promised.

***

Setting the Terms

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-10-03 06:57

Guillaume leans back in the squeaky chair while Narcissa continues her initial act of reparation. What she lacks in experience in this particular activity, Guillaume muses, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. Besides, Guillaume realizes it is unfair to judge her proficiency against that of some of his former lovers. Narcissa is little more than twenty years old, and cannot be expected to compete with the expertise of centuries-old Vampiresses.

Indeed, given her youth, Narcissa is actually remarkably sophisticated in matters of love. She is simply limited by her lingering mortal outlook. Tonight might offer opportunities to stretch those limits.

More importantly, he must show Narcissa that she simply cannot disregard his supremacy in their relationship. She is still a fledgling, and the potentially disastrous consequences of a young Kindred's mistakes requires strict discipline by its Sire. Guillaume knows this from tragic experience. His deep love for his last Chylde, Colette, lured him into the mistake of indulging her every whim, leading to the excesses that brought her ultimate demise. While he certainly loves Narcissa every bit as much, he will not allow her so long a leash, lest she follow the same lethal path.

Guillaume groans appreciatively as Narcissa completes her first task. Regaining his breath, he leans forward and looks down at her, still kneeling between his legs, looking up at him with a slightly self-satisfied smirk. A few drops have leaked from the corner of her mouth. With one finger, he wipes these from her chin and feeds them to her. She laps them from his hand like a loyal pet at her master's table.

"What you propose as recompense for giving away Tricia's services without my permission is acceptable," Guillaume smiles. "But you needn't have described it in such roundabout fashion. Put laconically, are you not simply agreeing to submit as my 'slave'? I think it important that you say it, my darling. So there is no doubt of it in your mind. Say: 'I have done you wrong, Sire, and to pay you back, until the coming dawn, you shall have me as your unquestioning and total slave.' You may embellish that, my dear, by word or deed, as you see fit."

***

Ignoring the Terms

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-10-03 08:19

She had finished the job and took note he enjoyed it, however it was not a task she usually like to perform. It always made her jaw ache, especially if it took forever for her lover to come to climax, and by then, she usually stopped to move on to her own pleasures. But she wanted Guillaume to believe her and make sure he was satisfied enough for them to move on. It did not take too long of a time for him to find release in her mouth and she looked up with a wide grin proud of herself for a job well done. He cleaned her up a bit and she gladly sucked on his fingers enjoying the taste of her immortal lover more than any other man she had ever been with. But his next words would shock and amuse her.

Say: 'I have done you wrong, Sire, and to pay you back, until the coming dawn, you shall have me as your unquestioning and total slave.' ...he purred to her as he took pleasure in watching his lover on her knees enjoying his taste.

She swallowed and stood up looking down upon him as her fiery curls spilled into her face. She couldn't help but laugh as he said that thinking it completely ridiculous he would regard her as such.

"Yea right baby. You know you have me all night long anyways. I shouldn't have to tell you that."

But she misunderstood his true meaning. She thought him to be joking, that he would just scoop her up and take her to their room for a night of debaucherous fun. He looked at her and growled, confusing her even further.

***

Take, Take, Take and Give, Give, Give

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-10-03 11:38

Violet watched as he began to transform a bit, leaving his clothes in rags. She was caught off guard for a moment when he threw her on the bed, though she welcomed him when he removed her clothes and then flesh joined with flesh. Her body was his and his body was hers.

Heated flesh met heated flesh as hungers demanded to be sated. They moved together in a dance of pure, primal, and unadulterated lust and need. Nails raked flesh, teeth nipped, lips and tongues tasted flesh.

Bodies moved with heightened intensity as release came. The release came and was hard and fast. Sounds of pleasure crescendoed as movements increased and then decrescendoed as movements slowed. Bodies lay sated for now, though a hunger still rose with in the two, nothing satisfied completely yet.

***

Deadly Serious

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-11-03 05:33

"Yea right, baby," Narcissa laughs in response to Guillaume's command that she submit to him utterly, as punishment for disregarding his interests. "You know you have me all night long anyways. I shouldn't have to tell you that."

The same impulse that forces the growl between Guillaume's teeth similarly prods his hand. He reaches for Narcissa's throat, but he does not, he cannot, act on the impulse to seize it and squeeze it to ensure her full attention. Instead, he gently caresses the soft, sensitive skin of her neck, just below her jawline.

"No," he whispers. "You needn't tell me you're mine. That's a given. But you must show me that when I demand it, I can count on your complete obedience. You are not my first rambunctious Chylde. My last, Colette, was at least as spirited and independent as you. I gave her too free a rein as a fledgling. Her arrogant antics nearly brought my death, and ultimately led to her own demise."

His fingers slide back behind Narcissa's head to start stroking her long hair. Then, he seizes a handful of her tresses in his fist, jerking her head back to stare deeply in her eyes. Of course, she is immune to his vampiric mesmerism. He simply wants to drive the point home.

"Do you understand what I'm telling you?" His voice rises. "You are now a member of the most powerful species in the world. But with power, comes responsibility. Colette's recklessness proved almost disastrous for the Kindred, and I was left with no choice but to kill her, the woman I loved! Yes, me... I led her myself to the guillotine!"

He withdraws his hand and glares down at her. For a mere second, she sees the anguish these memories still cause him. Then his face is again expressionless, like some noble granite statue.

"So," he rumbles. "While you're right that you needn't remind me that you are mine, you are gravely mistaken if you think you have nothing to prove to me. I will give you this one last chance to show me through your words and actions that when I insist upon it, I can be sure of your complete obedience. Narcissa, I love you at least as much, probably more than, any woman I've ever known. But I have no desire to again suffer the torment my love for Colette caused. She could never submit entirely to my will -- would not cease her dangerous ways, even when I said she had gone too far -- and as a consequence, she had to die by my hand. If you are just as prideful, and cannot, even for a single night, surrender yourself to me entirely, body and soul, then I might as well spare myself years of distress and kill you now."

His intense gaze remains transfixed on her eyes, as his right hand slowly, almost casually, returns to her throat. But this time his thumb presses ever so slightly into her windpipe. His voice suddenly seems quite relaxed, almost conversational.

"So, my dear Narcissa... Is there anything more you'd like to say to me?"

***

Submission

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-11-03 06:55

Colette...there he goes mentioning her again. The woman she barely knew anything about, but did know one thing...she was Guillaume's companion a long time ago.

His caress is sweet against her skin and into her hair, until he yanks her head back forcing her back down to her knees in a submissive position. She cannot move as his grip is stronger then 10 men combined and his hand around her throat keeps her firmly in place.

"I led her myself to the guillotine!" ...he snarls as his penetrating gaze alights with anger and sorrow alike. She now knows why he keeps the stories of Colette such a secret. She defied him, went against his will, and basically did what she want, no matter who she put in danger. She, herself, would never want to do anything to hurt her darling lover, but it was difficult for her to admit she had done wrong against him. Even to say the words would mean completely giving in, as Laura did. To break her.

"If you are just as prideful, and cannot, even for a single night, surrender yourself to me entirely, body and soul, then I might as well spare myself years of distress and kill you now." ...and he meant it...she thinks.

They had spent many passionate nights together, and every time, they both surrendered themselves to each other, body and soul, loving each other as no one else could. He would never kill her...would he? She knew the gang bangers who only knew her as a thief would kill her with their semi automatics. She knew if she stepped into busy traffic and got hit by a bus, she would be killed. But her lover? It was unfathomable to her that someone so passionate about her, could also turn so cold, like a cruel master punishing a disobidient slave. Like she did to Laura. But then, his finger slid to her windpipe and he started to push, lightly at first, then harder to choke. As she started to cough and gasp, she realized he meant what he said.

"My love...please." *cough* "I'm sorry. You're right. I should have..." *cough*..."Never gave her to him without your permission."

He let go and she got her breath back.

"Please forgive me Guillaume. I submit to you then. I will be your slave for the night."

She put her own hands around her neck, surprised at the quickness in which he was able to grasp and choke her. She rubbed the skin at her windpipe a bit still feeling his thumbprint indented in her skin. She looked up to him with a surprised gaze and he could tell it was something she was certainly not expecting. His gaze was loving however upon her, and he reached his hands to her shoulders lightly caressing down her arms.

***

Playing the Game

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 03-11-03 14:57

Her discomfort was a good sign. Had she been accepting of his closeness, there would have been no fun. However, through centuries of practice, he was able to contain the pleasure and anticipation that was bottling up inside him.

Drakonic turned a cold, sad gaze to the floor. He sighed softly, and shook his head. After a moment, he said softly, acting as if he had been shaken from the insinuation of Laura, "Vat is it about me zat has you so nervous? Do I really give you ze impression zat I vant nothing more zen your body? Or is it perhaps zat you feel I am something to be feared. In either event, I vill move. I vouldn't vant you to resent me. After all, ve have yet to know each other."

He gets up slowly, and makes his way back to the chair he had previously been sitting in. He is amazed that Tricia has yet to move from her spot. They had only been slaves for a few nights, and already, such obedience. He took up the goblet he had left behind, and takes a sip, making sure that his eyes never come into contact with Laura's. As he sets the glass down, he turns to Tricia, and says, "And vat of you? Does my presence make you feel uncomfortable?"

***

The Devil is in the Details

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-12-03 06:03

"Please forgive me Guillaume," Narcissa gasps, fighting to regain her breath through her bruised windpipe. "I submit to you then. I will be your slave for the night."

The vampire sighs, and smiles gently down at her. He is relieved. He certainly did not want to kill her. But his relief comes primarily from the fact that he did not have to make the choice.

Guillaume is uncertain if he could have done it. And letting her live after that threat -- and what it might have meant for Narcissa's development as a vampiress -- would have been a far greater tragedy. She has to learn discipline, and won't unless she believes he might employ the ultimate sanction for misbehavior.

He reaches down and gently strokes her bare shoulders.

"It is vital that you develop discipline as a Kindred," he says softly, echoing his own thoughts. "As long as you are a Chylde, you must follow the direction I, as your Sire, provide. To help you with that, tonight shall be an exercise in obedience."

The casters of the chair in which he sits squeak as, with his heels, he pushes it back to the far wall of the small room. Narcissa now crouches on the cold, hard floor, naked and alone.

"As such..." Guillaume thinks back two centuries, to a time when he and Colette would regularly tame, sometimes display, then soon dispose of, compliant "pets" from among the beleaguered French aristocracy. He decides to draw from the techniques they employed, modifying them just enough to convince Narcissa of his earnestness in making her an obedient ward.

"There are certain conventions to be followed," Guillaume continues. "These are not petty or vain amour-propre. Rather, they are to set the suitable tone in your consciousness.

"First, you are never to speak unless spoken to. If anyone other than I addresses you, you must first request my permission before responding.

"Second, you may never sit in my presence. When I walk, you must walk behind me. If I stop to stand, you will kneel at my right hand. If I sit, you must kneel at my feet. The only exception is if I order you to fetch something, then you may walk alone to retrieve it, promptly and directly, but then you must immediately return to my side.

"Third and last, you must address me appropriately. Back home, it would be as 'my Lord.' But I have come to understand that, here in America, 'Master' has the better connotation. I suppose it stems from the New World's history of slavery, as opposed to Europe's feudal past. For the rest of this evening, I am your 'Master,' and you shall acknowledge me as such, each time that you speak."

Guillaume stands and refastens his trousers. "You must follow these rules, and mind any other commands I give you, perfectly. If you fail to obey even once tonight, then we will continue this exercise tomorrow night, and so on for as many nights as it takes to convince me that you've learned self-discipline. If at any point I discover it is beyond your sense of pride to submit to me so thoroughly... Well, I've already warned you about that."

Guillaume stretches lazily, as one would after an ordinary and mundane task.

"Now," he concludes, merely glancing at Narcissa. "Get up and get dressed. Put on just your gown. You can leave your underwear and jerkin here, where they lay."

Without waiting to hear her reply, he opens the door and steps out into the hall. She hears his unhurried footsteps heading down the hallway.

***

Following the rules

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-12-03 07:01

The humiliation of the entire situation was almost unbearable to her. This is what she was doing to Laura, only much more strict. But there was much more to this lesson that she would learn from...at least later on. But for now, he had laid out his plan for her for the night. She wasn't sure if he could tell by her body language how uncomfortable she was with all of this. She...his chylde and was a vampiress now...she was beneath all of this. But he did instill that fact that she would be punished further...days, perhaps even weeks if she continued to disobey. It was best that she do as he pleases now insted of having to endure any undue humiliation, especially in front of her own slaves. He walked out quickly and she sat there naked on the floor stewing about all of this. She pounded her fist on the floor and growled as she picked up her dress defiantly. She slipped it back on leaving her other accessories behind. Her body was clearly seen through the see through material of the dress, and at least she had her underwear and jacket to cover her private areas. But she had to leave those behind, her his demands, leaving her reveleaed beneath the thin cocktail dress. Her shoes were still on at least, so he could hear her coming up from behind leaving the room.

His eyes roamed her body making sure she was the way he wanted her and she merely looked down at his feet. She was too humiliated to even look up at him, and she wasn't allowed to look even if she wanted to. He led her through the hallways, never stepping foot back into the library. He stopped at the kitchen door and she waited behind him.

***

Curious Encounter

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-13-03 05:48

Guillaume stops momentarily at the kitchen door, with Narcissa waiting behind him. He thinks how technically, as he had stopped, she should have immediately knelt at his right hand. But Narcissa, he realizes, has correctly surmised his intent to proceed through the door, so she must not know that she is in violation of the rules. Were the purpose of this exercise actually to make her a good slave, he would have seized upon this minuscule and unwitting violation as an opportunity to set an example of how strictly he would enforce the conventions of her servitude.

But that is not his goal. He simply wants to condition Narcissa into automatically following his rules, and also to consider his interests whenever she acts. In this instance, since she does not think she has broken a rule, no harm will come from letting it slide this one time.

Guillaume inhales deeply, picking up the varied scents emanating from the kitchen. He can tell it is occupied, but not by any of the Kindred. He knew it would be unlikely to find any vampires here. None of his kind have use for a kitchen, except possibly the butler, Briant. It will not matter if they encounter Briant. He will understand Narcissa's situation and remain completely discrete.

On the other hand, Guillaume does not want any of the other Kindred to see Narcissa in her current, servile state. He desires that his Chylde be accorded the status of an equal among their kind.

Guillaume pushes open the kitchen door to find two women seated inside, facing each other across the table. The first he recognizes as one of the three human witches whom Dahlia had welcomed here into her home shortly before she left. Centuries of tradition demand that vampires and witches tolerate one another. Guillaume knows he must soon determine their business here, just to ensure they will not inadvertently interfere with his own plans. Other than that, unless he discovers some way to employ the witches to his advantage, he would simply ignore them.

The second woman, however, is something entirely different. Guillaume notices the line of her mouth, the cut of her eyes, the angle of her thin nose. He again sniffs the air, and distinguishes her unique, briny aroma. For many centuries he has heard rumors of such people. Some say they live beneath the eternal ice of the Arctic. Others that they dwell in the rebuilt ruins of sunken Atlantis. Regardless of her origin, the presence of such a creature at the Kindred sanctuary is something to which he will have to give considerable thought.

But not now. Tomorrow night, perhaps. Presently, he has to deal with Narcissa, and for that he wants something from the kitchen, and he cannot simply ignore its current occupants, especially since he might someday want one or both of them as allies.

Indeed, they will now unwittingly serve in that role, helping him teach Laura that she must subject herself to him, even in public. He had actually hoped that if not Briant, then he might find one of the manor's non-Kindred residents in the Kitchen. This is working out splendidly.

"Greetings, ladies," Guillaume says from the doorway. "I do not think I have yet made your acquaintance. I am Sir Guillaume FitzHenry."

He bows slightly, then takes four steps into the Kitchen and stops, facing them from the middle of the cold tile floor.

***

olden things come forth

Author: Union Wise

Date: 03-14-03 18:22

A tremble ran down his spine, soothing the desire, as ecstasy combed his very limbs and loins. He hungered for the taste of flesh while his mind cried out for a stop to be placed upon the unholy images that taunted the very core of who he was. Union ran his tongue across her chest, leaving in its wake, drool. He needed more, wanted to explore the darkest of things, and yearned to strip away humanity�

Taking her by the hair, he pulled her mouth to his. Savoring every ounce of her breath, her fluids, he drank deeply. Then with surprising quickness, the beast within spun her around onto all fours. He would take her this way, make her his.

There was no need for words, this was a time like those in ancient days, when his kindred ran in packs, took what they desired in packs, leaving behind the waste of lost souls begging for more. Primal sounds of lust were drawn from his throat, which snarled his dominance over all things.

His claws racked down her back, her skin of silk, leaving the cold blood to run freely. His body reacted to the sight, making his arousal larger as he entered her again, this time from behind. She screamed with a desire to implore him for more. His own humanity faded into silence as the beast, spawned by generations of his ancestors came forth. Union watched in horror as his mind looked into places he had stayed far from. His horror became curiosity, which became a thirst for the unknown.

Fur covered his shoulders, his back�His hands, strong, long tendons ending in claws of hardened bones, ran the length of her stomach, caressing her breast as she leaned back into him. His heightened senses could feel her wanting, needing, her power, which was a strength that gave even the beast pause at how far to go. He wanted to take her very flesh, consume her every part, live as his kindred lived, but�

Union howled at the anticipation of releasing again, and again within this one. Somehow the beast knew, could perceive that if she wanted this could be for an eternity. That was something the beast could look forward to.

***

Questions and Answers.

Author: Tricia

Date: 03-15-03 09:12

Tricia does not move when Drakonic changes seats she just awaits the next command as she was bid by her lord and lady. So when he turns to Tricia, and says, "And vat of you? Does my presence make you feel uncomfortable?",Tricia turns to face him and says quietly,"No sir you do not make me feel uncomfortable at all. I am here to serve you in any way that you desire, More wine perhaps?" she finishes with a shy smile. Tricia awaits his response as well as Laura's.

***

Oppressive Karma

Author: Aradia

Date: 03-15-03 09:12

"Greetings, ladies," a deep voice rumbles from the kitchen doorway. Aradia turns and immediately recognizes the speaker. It is the Vampire who feasted upon the young red-haired woman, the one whom Aradia's pupil Virani had discovered unconscious in the woods a few nights earlier.

"I do not think I have yet made your acquaintance" the Vampire says as he bows and steps through the doorway. "I am Sir Guillaume FitzHenry."

He takes four steps into the kitchen and stops, facing them from the middle of the cold tile floor. He is followed by a lovely and scandalously dressed Vampiress. The gossamer fabric of her gown reveals fully her curvaceous body, from the firm globes of her full breasts, down across her flat and muscular stomach to the wisp of hair between her thighs. She steps up on Guillaume's right side, but then immediately drops to her knees next to him, just behind where his right hand rests casually against his thigh.

Aradia suddenly wonders about this kitchen... this locus of space at this moment of time. When she herself had entered a few minutes earlier, she had found Asha in here, kneeling before Mat. And now this Vampiress kneels before them as well. Aradia does not believe in coincidence.

"Merry meet, Guillaume," Aradia responds automatically to his greeting, even while still studying the Vampiress at his feet. Frowning, Aradia looks up at the Vampire. "I am known as Aradia."

There is no way she would ever reveal her true name to anyone in this room.

***

Beauty and the Beast

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-16-03 12:46

They both continued to take from one another, from their flesh and from their passions. One sought power over the other, and the other refused to give up control. Violet cried out in primal pleasure as he roughly spun her onto all fours and entered her from behind, in a way claiming her. She arched as he raked his nails over her back, she could feel the blood. Her body began to heal itself, as pleasure again claimed her form and she felt release capture her form.

It was time for her to take control again, she used her power to push away from him and then push him back on the bed. The fur was noticed, as she finally learned his true nature, a werewolf. She smirked as she impaled herself on him again, hands moving to hold his above his head. Bodied began to move again as the heat rose with in the room, caused the air to become sticky. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, coated the bed, coated their bodies. Yet the want or need never diminished.

This constant battle of power continued until both had been sated for now. They lay a tangled pile of sheets, blankets and bodies. Breath coming in heaving gasps as they lay wraped around each other. It had ended with her taking the reigns of power for the countless time. Her head now rested on his chest, fingertips trailing over his muscled body as she shifted to look up at him.

"Tell me Union, why wait until now to give into what you've been hiding from?" She asked, trailing a few kisses along his neck, and then pressing a kiss to his lips, not wanting to leave his arms or side just yet.

***

Oh the humiliation

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-16-03 15:49

She entered with Guillaume into the kitchen wondering the entire time what he needed in here. As he stopped in the middle of the room, however, she was horrified to see two people already in sight. The witch Aradia and another creature. Something she had never seen before. She obediently kneeled at his side looking down, and seething she is being seen in this position. She desperately wanted to get up and walk away, back to their room, but the punishment would be far worse than this humiliation. There she sat, at his side, enduring the humiliation of this eve's slavery. She could feel Aradia's gaze moving about her form and wondered what the witch was thinking right now. She had nothing against the woman, but was not one to take a judgement against her lightly.

For now, she just kept her place at Guillaume's side begging in her mind and waiting for him to leave.

***

Fractional Introduction

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-17-03 06:09

"Merry meet, Guillaume," the witch replies to the vampire's introduction. "I am known as Aradia."

Guillaume sees her frowning at Narcissa, who know kneels at his right hand.

Guillaume strokes Narcissa's hair, as one might a favorite hound. "This is Narcissa. She is my Chylde, a mere fledgling. Please excuse her odd behavior this evening. It is not typical, but rather something I have insisted upon. Think of it... Think of it as a Kindred initiation rite."

***

Pricked Ears

Author: Mat

Date: 03-17-03 07:29

At the entrance of the Vampire and his Childe, Mat perked up considerably. Here was one she could speak with and be understood by, here was one that understood and insisted upon proper discipline. She could tell a great deal simply by the way the Vampire-girl behind him was holding herself, a taut tale of rebellious thoughts, fear, embarrasment and running through and beneath it all a desire for approval. One that was nearly to the breaking point, but a truly skillful teacher knew when and how far to bend a student. "I am SkillMistress of the Water People, when I go upon the land the name you may use to speak of me is Mat." She got up from the table and approached them wanting to get a bit of a better look at the tall, handsome Vampire. From where she was sitting she was having a tough time feeling his age, and she wanted to know more about him. She continued her introduction. "I too have a student that has not yet learned how to behave. Perhaps at some point we could exchange information?"

***

Beauty is right

Author: Union Wise

Date: 03-17-03 10:09

Exhausted he lay there, eyes shut, mind returning to the clarity he had prior to the heated bloodlust that nearly consumed his soul. His breathing was slow, and unknown to Union his body returned to the human form, fur vanishing, fangs retracting.

Her scent lingered on the air, and was like the sweetest of roses. She was a marvel, something special, a tie between him and that which he fled. Union was confused, what had happened? What force took hold of him, sending his own morals in disarray, while his body enjoyed the experience of another?

He could hardly remember the experience, yet knew it had occurred. She now lay on his chest, and gave him comfort with her mere touch. Kisses like fresh grapes fell upon his lips, he beloved them yearned to forever savor such things. When she spoke it was like a spell cast by nature, music, magic in every tone.

I could listen to you throughout the ages he thought, his own hands caressing her back, sliding down the length of her curves, exploring and remembering every part of what she was.

"I do not know what I hide from�I just know that I am being called. I fear for me if I do not answer what my blood begs of me, yet I fear for all things if I do." How he loved the smell of her hair, like fine strains of silk it fell through his fingers.

Looking into her eyes�his heart froze. There in the depths Union could sense again the power behind the beauty. "What am I? What are you?" He asked, his voice soft, his hand lying gently upon her cheek

***

Waiting

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-17-03 12:54

'Ugh, Christ, why did she have to stand up and come talk to him'...she thought to herself as the water mistress looked down upon her. She let her eyes escape the floor a few times to watch the women, but dared not look up at Guillaume. It was bad enough this was happening, but now it was happening in front of these two women, who she knew she would have later contact with. How could they respect her after this?

She sighed and looked down at the floor as pleasantries were exchanged. She knew both women could clearly see her naked beneath the sheer fabric of her dress and her knees were getting uncomfortable on the hard floor. She tugged lightly at Guillaume's pants hoping his attentions would focus back on her and his task at hand. She was actually looking forward to his punishments....in the bedroom. Perhaps he would unleash an unseen passion for her that she hadn't seen yet. A smirk parted her lips just slightly as she continued to look at the floor. These thoughts were enough to distract her from the current humiliation and actually started to turn her on.

***

Beauty Explains the Beast

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-17-03 18:41

Violet closed her eyes as his hands roamed and memorized her flesh. A soft moan slipped past her lips at the feel of his hands on her flesh, the feel of his fingers through her hair.

"What am I? What are you?" He asked, his voice soft, his hand lying gently upon her cheek.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, a soft breath of a sigh escaped her lips. How was she to explain to him what he truely was, what was calling him. She lifted a hand to lightly caress his cheek. She decided to start with the easier of the two questions. What she is.

"Union, I am what humans call a vampire." She said soflty. "Though I appear to be no more than twenty years old, I am truely just under two centuries old." She ran her hands lightly over his back, feeling the muscles move under her touch. She smiled, her gaze locking with his. She could feel his power, his strength, she could see his power, his strength.

She watched his face, guaging his reaction to her confession. Though she had a feeling that his would be a bit harder to accept than hers is. "As for what you are handsome Union, that is a bit more complicated." She said softly, running a hand through his hair. "You my handsome lover are a werewolf." She said softly, watching him, studying him.

The silence that hung in the air around them now was deafening. She could tell he was processing all of the information she had just handed him, fingertip trailing along his spine slowly. Waiting for a reaction to her words.

***

Monstrous Visions

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-18-03 05:58

"I am SkillMistress of the Water People," the being sitting across the table from the witch Aradia introduces herself. "When I go upon the land the name you may use to speak of me is 'Mat.'"

She stands and approaches Guillaume. Mat wears only a short, pink, sheer silk tunic, cinched at the waist with a sash. She has a lithe body with long, smoothly muscular legs. Were it not for the cetacean semblance of her countenance, with large wide-set eyes and a remarkably small nose, and the countless needle-like teeth in her wide, thin lipped mouth, she could pass a an exceptionally beautiful woman.

Mat stops before Guillaume, and unabashedly examines him. She then glances down at Narcissa, who is still silently kneeling at Guillaume's right hand. "I too have a student that has not yet learned how to behave," Mat explains. "Perhaps at some point we could exchange information?"

Guillaume himself looks down to where Narcissa kneels, her face only a couple feet from Mat's left hip, and a particularly nasty thought crosses Guillaume's mind. As much as the image it conjures intrigues and excites him -- if it is even anatomically possible -- he nonetheless immediately rejects the idea. Narcissa has certainly done nothing to warrant such humiliating treatment as that... not yet, anyway.

"I would appreciate such an exchange," Guillaume replies to Mat, with an unexplained twinkle in his eye. "But...."

Guillaume is about to say he does not have time this evening for further conversation, when he feels Narcissa tug impatiently on the right leg of his slacks. Shocked, he glares down at her, but she has already cast her eyes toward the floor.

"But," Guillaume repeats as he glances at a clock and decides there is time for Narcissa to have another lesson before they head upstairs. "I regret I must now help my dear Chylde here learn patience."

Guillaume frowns as he considers his options. Again, tempting visions of Narcissa's utmost degradation with these strangers intrude upon his consciousness, and again, he disregards them. While such humiliation might be what it takes to shock Narcissa into employing some self-control, he is not yet prepared to be that cruel with his beloved Chylde. Perhaps another spanking would be best, only this time here, in front of witnesses. If Narcissa will submit to that, it means that she can subject herself to his will, regardless of her own desires, and therefore has a good chance of surviving her years as a fledgling vampire. If not... then it is probably best if Guillaume learns that now.

"Narcissa," he begins softly. "Put your hands behind your back and grasp your left wrist with your right hand. Then I want you to lean forward and press your forehead to the floor."

Guillaume strolls over to the kitchen counter and starts opening drawers to survey their contents.

"Tell me, Mat," Guillaume says in a most casual tone. "Do you think corporal punishment is an effective means of discipline?"

***

Submission, but not by choice

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-19-03 04:11

She sighs quietly after tugging his leg, actually feeling a bit hungry for a real meal, not just the old wyne that Briant serves them. Perhaps the tug on his pants will remind him of his lesson to her, and then they can go out and hunt. But his reaction to her is quite the opposite.

"Narcissa," he begins softly. "Put your hands behind your back and grasp your left wrist with your right hand. Then I want you to lean forward and press your forehead to the floor." ...he declares.

All she wants to do, is laugh at him and get up to walk away from this entire scene. To leave the humiliation behind and go about her usual business...to go out and hunt. A few long minutes pass as she ponders just getting up and walking away...but she knows if she does this, she walks away from the man she loves and either faces him extinguishing her, or losing everything, including the safe haven of the Kiss. His eyes burn into her back as he asks Mat about corporal punishment and she can feel Mat's icy gaze on her as well, wondering if his chylde will submit or not. She's no where to go, and she knows being such a new vampire, she would probably not survive long in the outside world. She grumbles under her breath before finally submitting..."god dammit."

She puts her hands behind her back, gripping her left wrist with her right hand and leans forward, her dress barely covering her bottom as it rises to the top of her legs. She wonders if a metal spatchula will do, of if he plans on carving her up like a roasted turkey.

***

And Shining Eyes

Author: Mat

Date: 03-19-03 08:24

At Guillaume's words, Mat's eyes widened and she licked her lips. Something that was never displayed to outsiders (at least not in her memory,) an excercise of discipline between a Vamipre and his recalcitrant Chylde, was about to take place and she had been invited to play a part, however small and inactive. She grinned, not the modified smirk that she usually tried to use when other species were about, but a full gap-mouthed smile that showed all of her many rows of needle-sharp teeth. The idea that she would be privy to such an event, and that no one else she knew of ever had, amused her immensely. She was about to reply with a light comment to soothe the girl's feelings, (no one liked or wanted to be chastised in front of an audience,) when she heard the wretched thing mutter "goddamnit" before reluctantly bending forward to obey.

Mat's good humor evaporated like water in the desert noon. She narrowed her eyes and responded in a tone that could make an erupting volcano think better of what it had begun "At times I think that such punishments must necessarily be more severe than what the initial disobedience itself would warrant. We are after all trying to make sure that the lessons which are learned are taken entirely to heart."

***

knowing

Author: Union Wise

Date: 03-21-03 18:42

If he thought for a moment what she said was untrue, Union would have laughed right then and there. But something told him what Violet said was exactly just that�the truth. His grandfather had told him stories when he was a mere child. Tales of his great-grandfather running with the wolves, those images swam within him as his memories resurfaced. He was told the man was nothing more than a little strange. Yet Union had known there was more to the stories than his own grandfather had let on.

What she said was true, how else was he able to sense the things he did? How else did he know she was not like other people, not with warm blood? He met her eyes, again feeling the power behind them. Again sensing the desire of lust there. Could she love? Or was lust all she could ever feel? Could he love? Thinking about it, Union realized that he had never fell for a woman. Lusted after them yes. He had always kept his dark thoughts to himself, thinking that he was not normal to have such things floating in his mind as devouring flesh.

For some reason the knowledge of her being a vampire did not cause him alarm. If he believed it, then why was he not worried? Instead of recoiling, Union pulled her again close. His lips tasted hers, and a smile creased his features. "So what does it mean to be a werewolf?"

***

Explaining

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-22-03 12:40

Violet watched him as he thought things through after she spoke. Finally he did what she had hoped he would, he pulled her close and again tasted of her lips. It seems as though he had finally accepted who and what he was. Though now it was a matter of her explaining just what he was.

"So what does it mean to be a werewolf?" he said a smile on his features.

She couldn't help but smile in return. Her thoughts drifted for a moment, to matters of the heart. Could she love again? Was she willing to freely give her heart away to another, let alone one she head just met? Very faintly she heard Lex's voice in the back of her mind telling her to take the chance again. She snapped from her thoughts and her eyes met his, this time he would sense more than the power she possessed, and more than the desire of lust.

Finally she spoke. "To be a werewolf, means that you can change from a man to a beast. Your instincts are more like those of the wolf, and you are virtually immortal. Your body is resistant to aging and most physical diseases." Her voice was soft as she spoke, allowing him to take in every word she said.

"Your transformation can be voluntary, or it can be controlled by lunar phases. I have come across both since I have been a child of the night." She said, hand trailing lightly over his back, holding him close to her. "Though this is the closest I have truly come to one of your kind."

She pressed a few kisses along the length of his neck, nipping lightly, playfully. Fingertips tracing along his form, that she already had memorized. "What do you think about your true self Union?" She asked, wanting to know a bit more about what he thought about who he truly is. Also she was a bit curious as to see what he looked like in his wolven form.

***

Concurrent Sentencing

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-24-03 06:58

"God dammit," Narcissa's nearly imperceptible whisper roars across the kitchen.

Guillaume has just selected a long handled wooden spoon from a drawer. He spins around glaring, just in time to find Narcissa bending down with her forehead to the cold tile floor.

As Guillaume tries to bring his rage under sufficient control to speak, Mat responds to his question, an inquiry that now seems trivial in light of Narcissa's latest, public transgression.

"At times I think that such punishments must necessarily be more severe than what the initial disobedience itself would warrant," Mat responds, indicating she too has heard Narcissa's curse. "We are after all trying to make sure that the lessons which are learned are taken entirely to heart."

Guillaume had hoped Mat's sea-bred ears might not be so discerning in the open air. No such luck. Guillaume does not much care what the witch thinks, but he does not dare show weakness in front of a being as powerful as Mat.

Guillaume needs to balance the risks. He must teach Narcissa obedience if she is to have any chance of surviving her years as a fledgling vampiress. On the other hand, having her here in front of these women drives home for him the risk inherent in leaving her too long in this servile state. If one of the other Kindred gets wind of this, it will cripple Narcissa's prestige for centuries. That would be inconvenient for Guillaume.

Lightly smacking the wide end of the spoon against his open left palm, Guillaume settles on a stratagem that best serves these competing requirements.

"Narcissa," he growls. "You were told not to speak unless spoken to. Perhaps you did not realize that includes speaking to yourself. Nonetheless, while I am willing to take that into consideration as a mitigating factor, your latest impudence cannot go unpunished."

Guillaume continues to punctuate his words with a rhythmic slapping of the spoon into his palm.

"But we will address your transgressions in sequence. You must first face your punishment for your impatient tugging at me before. I will then give you the opportunity to redeem yourself for the rest."

He walks behind her, reaches down and gives the hem of her skirt a savage tug, tearing it up the back seam all the way to between her shoulder blades. The two sides of the gossamer gown fall away along Narcissa's flanks, fully exposing her bottom.

"Now Narcissa, I'm going to spank you for your prior impatience. As I do, you must try to come up with some idea for what you can do to redeem yourself for your subsequent, inopportune comment. Of course, do not move until I give you permission to do so, regardless of what happens. Keep your hands in place where they are and do not lift your head from the floor. If you do that -- not move at all until I say you can -- you'll be fine. If you move, or interfere with what I'm about to do in any way, then we will repeat this whole exercise again tomorrow night. Likewise, if you are not prepared by the time I am done to propose something more to make up for your transgressions, you will face an additional night of public torment. If that happens, it will be much more difficult for me to hide your status from our servants and Kindred... I trust you understand."

Guillaume raises the spoon and starts mercilessly striking four places -- Narcissa's left and right buttocks, and the soles of her two feet -- in random, rapid and repeating sequence. He allows his anger to drive his hand, and each lash leaves a fiery red oval welt on Narcissa's ivory skin. After about fifty strokes, at least ten to each of the four places, Guillaume's wrath is nearly sated and he begins to slow down, although the force of each new blow remains as painfully fierce as its predecessors.

***

On Cat's Feet

Author: Asha

Date: 03-24-03 08:54

Somatra tried to introduce herself to Briant, but I was feeling more and more anxious by the moment, and maybe he could tell. He bobbed his head to acknowledge Somatra's introduction and waved us around to the back of the manor, much to my relief. In through the back door there was a back staircase and maybe a chance...if we had gone though the front door, there was no way we would have gotten past Mat without my being seen, and I just couldn't face her right now. I hope that Somatra wasn't too insulted, but I wasn't crazy about being seen by whoever it was that was coming up the path behind us either. I took Somatra and her slaves around to the back of the manor.

She tried to talk to me a few times as we walked (this place is huge,) but I was just so incredibly keyed up, I couldn't really respond, only cling to her hand. I kept having these awful thoughts about what Mat might do to me if she caught me sneaking around the Manor and trying to avoid her. I'm not ready for a long and drawn-out fight with her, it'll kill me. I don't know enough, and what I do know...well, I've seen what happens when I try to use it.

We finally get to the back door, and now we're all silent, as if my own tension has infected the rest of them. I poke my head around the doorframe and look in. Mat and one of the Male Vampires are talking about discipline. Great. Just what I want, people exchanging tips about what to do to me. Or maybe they're talking about one of the Vampire's slaves, there is something by his feet, but the table is in the way, and I can't see what it is from the door. It dosen't matter. I pull Somatra through the door and wave her towards the stairs, never taking my eyes off of Mat, hoping with all that is in me that she dosen't turn her head.

One of the men trips over the doorsill and without even having to think about it, I wrap the space around him in Cloud and silence the noise he would have made. But they are all past the door now, and so I leave it too, stooping to help him up on my way to the stairs. He's got rather pretty red hair.

I lead the little troop to the only guest room I know is okay for them to sit in, mine. Some time later, when Briant comes upstairs, I can ask him which other rooms are unoccupied. For now I sit and wait, staring tensely at the shattered door, and trying to decide what to do when I am found out.

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Feeling the wrath

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-24-03 08:59

She knew she shouldn't have muttered anything at all, but it just sort of escaped her lips. Now she is going to feel the wrath of, not her lover, but her sire. She closed her eyes listening to his words, the humiliation running deep beneath her skin. Had they been in private, perhaps she could have enjoyed it a bit more, but being punished in front of Mat and Aradia was like a smack in the face.

The rip of her dress pushed her forward and she said nothing as he spoke of redemption. What could she possibly offer to redeem herself? She wondered if it was something she was supposed to do here, in front of these guests, or in the bedroom to please him. Still, she said nothing until he decided to allow her to talk.

The first smack came...it stung like the crack of a whip against virgin skin. She gasped audibly but bit her lip not allowing anything to escape out of her throat. The lashings continued and she could swear she could feel droplets of blood dripping down her legs. Each crack made her muscles tense up, and the stings on the bottom of her feet were even worse being as there was no cushion of fat to absorb the impacts. With each lash came a red welt upon her skin, but those healed in due time, leaving only the mental impact in her mind. But the viciousness of his hits and the growl in his voice is what startled her and upset her. Why her lover had turned into such a cruel master was beyond her now...and perhaps even beyond him at this point. He seemed to take great pleasure in this act, and that is what upset her the most.

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Silent Oath

Author: Aradia

Date: 03-24-03 16:14

Although she finds the drama unfolding before her morbidly fascinating, Aradia cannot help but turn her head away as the Vampire starts thrashing his Chylde. Of course, as the leader of her Sisterhood, Aradia understands the importance of discipline. But even when the "carrot" is insufficient, the "stick" is merely figurative. By contrast, she can tell by the loud, sharp slaps of the wooden spoon against the Vampiress' bare flesh, that her Sire is not opposed to inflicting excruciating pain.

While Aradia understands that every culture is different, she cannot help but resent such an action. She has already had to endure letting this same Vampire feed upon a young woman who was, for a short while, under Aradia's care. Now she witnesses this brutality.

The ageless compact between the Kindred and the Sisterhood prevents her from interfering directly in this Vampire's actions. Nonetheless, as she sits there, flinching at the sound of each new smack, Aradia silently vows to do whatever she can to keep any more innocent souls out of the clutches this terribly sadistic Vampire... this evil Sir Guillaume FitzHenry.

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Mandatory Reactions

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-25-03 06:42

Having completed his task, Guillaume calmly crosses the kitchen and returns the wooden spoon to its drawer.

He finds himself emotionally numb. He did not enjoy flogging Narcissa, nor did he mind it. Although angry at first, by the end, he simply went through the motions without any feelings, simply performing his duty as her Sire. He realizes he felt this way once before, when he led his last Chylde, Colette, to the guillotine. Guillaume hopes that a little harshness on his part now -- rather than the indulgence he'd shown Colette -- will spare Narcissa a similar fate.

He turns and finds her still kneeling, her forehead to the floor, where he left her. Her tattered gown hangs to either side, leaving her bare feet and buttocks exposed. The welts and bruises have already healed, but rivulets of drying blood remain in the few places where he had actually broken her skin.

Now for the next test. Usually, it is not good disciplinary technique to let a recalcitrant Chylde set her own terms of redemption. But Guillaume has wanted to avoid the sanction of continuing Narcissa's demeaning servitude for a second night, and this provides a way to circumvent that without looking like he is sparing the rod. Besides, he hopes to learn a lot about Narcissa from her response.

"Alright, Narcissa," he says softly. "You accepted that punishment very well. Now you must tell me what you believe to be the appropriate punishment... and effective reminder, that you may not speak out of turn. Do not yet move. I can hear you fine from there. But now you must tell me what will discipline you for your inappropriate utterance. And remember, if I don't think it befitting, then I will reject it and you will spend an additional twenty-four hours in your present, ignoble state."

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acceptance

Author: Union Wise

Date: 03-25-03 07:54

His blood stirred at her words, and his lust came again with her lips teasing his neck. A werewolf, a creature of the night, had he already known? Deep within Union thought so. He seemed to have come to age, his body calling out to that which his blood was. So he had probably killed the suspect. He was a murderer, a slayer as his kindred of the past was. He was no better than that which he sought to place behind bars. Looking onto the floor he caught sight of his Glock. The weapon lay half hidden beneath his torn clothing.

I should just end this He thought about taking his life, sending his torn soul into the darkness of eternity. But Union was a survivor, a fighter, and the thought vanished quickly.

"I want to hunt." He stated, allowing the animalistic desires to flow forth. "I want to taste what sweetness this world has to offer its children of the night." Standing he could sense his body wanting to burst free of its mortal flesh, to become that which one would fear in their nightmares.

Holding his hand out to her, "Show me the night, show me what is forbidden." He knew his body would react when the hunt began. And for some reason Union found himself looking forward to it.

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A befitting punishment?

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-25-03 08:38

The beating had stopped, almost as quickly as it began, she felt. The stings of the beating still penetrated her every bone as she stayed on the floor. She sighed lightly as they started to fade however and tears came to her eyes. She wondered why he would be so brutal with her, but she agreed to this. It was because he loved her, she kept telling herself in her head. It was because he loved her...

His words interrupted her thoughts after he put away his utensil of torture. "You accepted that punishment very well. Now you must tell me what you believe to be the appropriate punishment"...the rest of his words sunk in as well, to stay put...he hoped he would accept her thoughts for proper punishment as she knew she would not be able to take another night of this humiliation. She had taken a very long pause to think out what she could possibly do to redeem herself. She did not want to tell him in front of Mat and Aradia, but at this point, she had no choice.

Her voice was a bit shaky as she started to talk. But as she speaks, her thoughts spill out thinking of what she would do to her slave, thinking as his chylde and thinking about how erotic it would be for him to bring her close to death as he was having sex with her.

"Master Guillaume. For my disobedience, I think you should take me upstairs and tie me to the bed laying on my back with my arms and legs spread. In my purse, you'll find a silver hunting knife. If you decide that it is worth your time to fuck me, then I would suggest you slice my throat and let me bleed while fucking me as hard as you can. When I am nearing death, you should revitalize my body with your blood, and make me a new child, a better child."

She merely stays there silent, thinking about her life slipping into unconsciousness while in a high state of arousal as he takes advantage of her. Her hard nipples are now pressed against the cold floor and she licks her lips awaiting his approval or disapproval.

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Spoils of the Hunt

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 03-25-03 11:01

Violet watched as the acceptance flickered through Union's eyes. She watched as his gaze flickered to the Glock hidden beneath his clothes. She could sense the thought that ran through his mind; she lifted a hand to rest on his chest and slightly shook her head, though she knew the thought was fleeting.

"I want to hunt." He stated which caused her to smile and nod slightly. "I want to taste what sweetness this world has to offer its children of the night." This said as he slipped from the bed and her embrace. He offered her his hand and she slipped from the bed.

"Show me the night, show me what is forbidden." Those last words sent a chill down her spine and she moaned softly.

She smiled and raked her gaze hungrily over his form. She moved to the closet and flicked through the various articles of clothing. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt that looked as though they would be his size. She tossed them to him with a smile, while she herself moved to her suitcase at the foot of the bed and selected a slightly shimmer-like top, and a light grey skirt. She could sense that he yearned for the hunt; her own beast of hunger had risen at the mention of the hunt.

She dressed quickly, not bothering with undergarments. She also slipped on a pair of comfortable black shoes. She looked over at Union, and smiles, thinking the jeans and shirt were a perfect fit for his muscular form. "Are you ready Union?" She asked taking his hand and leading him from the room.

The couple did not need to pass the kitchen, so they did not know what was going on with in its walls. Violet sent a short telepathic message to Guillaume. ~Our newest arrival and I are going out to hunt. We will be back before sunrise.~ With that she and Union moved toward the door and out into the night.

Violet took a few moments to simply smell the air. "There are several things that the night offers us Union. Pleasure, sustenance, cover and comfort, you have already tasted one form of pleasure offered. There is another pleasure, that creatures of the night enjoy, and that is the thrill of the hunt and the taste of the kill. Though this is the one thing that the child of the night needs to be careful with, because if discovered it can lead to the destruction of the child." She spoke as a teacher talking to a student; she spoke with experience and with a hint of sadness.

"I have seen how mortals treat creatures of the night, and have seen the destruction they can cause. I have tasted a part of it myself." She indicates to the necklace around her neck, its crest ring and small vial catching the moonlight. "This is all I have left of my sire."

She did not give time for either of them to dwell upon the symbolic nature of the crest ring and vial around her neck, as she took his hand and began to lead him through the woods, toward the road. She had already picked up the sense that he had a car, though it would be easier if they did not use his.

"There is a place not far from here where we can get to easily, if you don't mind the walk. Simply because it is easier if we do not have your car, which could be traced back to where we were and possibly put the Kiss and its inhabitants in danger." She said as they slowly began walking toward the hotel where she, Narcissa and Guillaume had hunted for Narcissa's first hunt.

As they neared the hotel Violet's senses went into over drive as she smelled and tasted human flesh. She put out a hand to stop Union; the hotel was swarming with people. The surrounding woods as well. "Damn it. This is no good." She knew exactly what the police and the others were looking for. The bodies of the bikers they had killed the night before. Too bad they would only be a pile of bones by the time they are found if ever.

"This way�" she said as she took Union's hand and pulled him deeper into the woods. Perhaps thinking of pulling one of the members of the search party away from the group, luring them away with promises of a night they would never forget. She watched the foolish mortals move through the trees, searching painstakingly for the three men. She felt her beast rise, and could sense the beast with in Union threatening to break free. She placed a hand on his and looked to him for a moment. "First lessons of the hunt, patience, the hunter need to be patient as the unsuspecting prey moves closer into the hunter's web."

Violet and Union watched as a couple turned in their direction, walking directly toward them. "You take her, I'll take him." Violet whispered close to Union's ear, tongue flicking out to trace the lobe lightly. "And remember; don't make too much noise if any at all. Try to keep them from screaming and alerting everyone else."

Soon the couple was right on top of their current location and Violet acted. Her hand snaked out and clamped around the unsuspecting male's mouth to silence him. She held his body close to hers, his back against her chest. Her true power could be felt in the air around her. "Scream and I will snap your neck." She hissed into his ear, and felt his body go limp against hers. "I promise you your death will be quick, painless and pleasurable."

She let her tongue trail lightly over the pulsing vein in the man's neck, gaze lifting to watch Union as he took the young woman as his 'prize.' She felt the man tremble in her arms, and soon her delicate and deadly fangs sunk into his salty flesh. She savored the heated crimson liquid as it coursed over her lips and tongue and down her throat. She sipped from him slowly, wanting to savor the taste of him, the feel of his life slowly but surely slipping away from him. Soon she had drained the man of his life's blood and let his limp form fall to the ground at her feet. "When you are done, we need to dispose of the carcasses so as to make sure that we are not found out." She leaned against a near by tree and watched Union as he tasted what the night had to offer.

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proposition

Author: Drakonic Sephonis

Date: 03-25-03 14:39

He smiled to Laura warmly. "I vould love some more vine. You are quite the lady. Your lady must be very peased vith you indeed."

Inside, he was laughing. This was great amusement, and he could only guess as to what Laura's reaction would be. He delecately extended a hand, touching Tricia's face delicately. He softly brushed back some of the hair that had fallen down around her face. Moving his hand slowly, with grace, he picked up his wine, and sipped it slowly. Still holding it, he turns his attention back to Laura.

"You are quite ze reluctant one. I fear vat this might do to your relationship with your Lord and Lady." His tone is soft, as though he truly cares, and is concerned for her well being. "Snap judgements, especially against those that are quests are not often looked upon approvingly. However, I vill keep ze past events silent, provided you can abandon all your judgements about myself, und ve can start over."

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Conditional Assent

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 03-26-03 06:09

Guillaume stands silently for a long moment after Narcissa suggests an appropriate penance for her disobedient and insolent comment. He examines her where she remains kneeling, her forehead to the floor. Sure that the two women witnessing Narcissa's torment will know better than to interrupt, he allows more than a minute to pass with nothing being said, no movement in the room. He knows to Narcissa this single minute must seem like an eternity.

Then Guillaume turns and strolls across one side of the room, as if casually inspecting the cabinets and other facilities. He stops in front of the surprisingly modern refrigerator, and opens its large freezer door. The left side of the compartment contains an apparatus for making ice cubes, and a high-sided tray underneath filled with its product. Each ice "cube" is actually a thick, rounded crescent, a few inches long; ideal for what he has in mind.

He closes the freezer door and turns to lean back against the refrigerator. The room remains the same, with Narcissa still kneeling in her place, and the other two women again seated across from each other at the table. Aradia's head is tilted down, seeming to contemplate her hands loosely folded on the tabletop in front of her. Mat glances at his movement, then returns her gaze to Narcissa, as if studying an intriguing piece of artwork... or some curious scientific specimen.

Guillaume allows another ominous minute of silence to pass. In this quiet, he senses Violet's projected thought from somewhere nearby that she is going out to hunt. He is glad to learn that there will be one less Kindred in the manor tonight, lessening the chances that Narcissa's temporary degradation might be witnessed by someone who matters.

When Guillaume finally speaks, he sees Narcissa flinch at the sound of his voice.

"Your proposal is more symbolic than punitive. That may be acceptable. The right symbolism often leaves a deeper impression than any whip."

In truth, Guillaume is secretly pleased with his Chylde's wisdom. A ritual death and rebirth is the perfect act of redemption, recognized in various forms by almost every culture and religion in the world. The fact that Narcissa combines this with a symbolic rape tells Guillaume much about how she views herself, and her proper place in their relationship.

"But," Guillaume continues evenly. "If the ritual you suggest is to have any meaning, it must come in the context of perfect and serene acceptance of your status. So, if you obey perfectly for the rest of this evening, then what you propose will secure your redemption. But I warn you... one more misstep, and the consequences will be most severe."

He walks calmly away from the refrigerator and crosses the room to stand next to Narcissa, looking down to where she kneels on the hard tiles.

"Now," he speaks gently. "The next thing you must do is find an ice bucket, and fill it with ice cubes from that freezer. Then, thank these two ladies for being such an attentive audience, and for tolerating your misdeeds, and then you and I can return to our rooms alone. So get on your feet and do as you're told."

Guillaume steps back a bit, so that Narcissa will not see his slight, satisfied, smile.

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Finishing in the kitchen

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 03-26-03 08:57

The waiting for him to respond was excrutiating. Why was he taking so long to approve? Perhaps he didn't approve at all and was thinking of another way of punishing her for such a terrible answer. She heard him open the refrigerator door then close it just as quickly...he obviously found what he was looking for without a second thought. The kitchen was uncomfortably silent as everyone seemed to wait for Guillaume's next words.

"Your proposal is more symbolic than punitive. That may be acceptable. The right symbolism often leaves a deeper impression than any whip." ...he said with a calm demeanor as if nothing had even happened a few minutes before.

That acceptance made her sigh quietly with relief...at least she knew she was on the right track with him when it came to punishment, but she wondered if she would ever have to bring this kind of punishment to her slave Laura. She started to rise, but quickly stopped herself before her head even barely lifted off the floor.

She had already accepted his terms for the rest of the night, reluctantly, and decided to obey with whatever wish he might have.

"The next thing you must do is find an ice bucket, and fill it with ice cubes from that freezer. Then, thank these two ladies for being such an attentive audience, and for tolerating your misdeeds, and then you and I can return to our rooms alone. So get on your feet and do as you're told."

She waited for a second before rising, to make sure he was done speaking. She did not care for any more vicious lashings to her behind. They all stood in silence again and she rose slowly, sore from the beating and sore from being in that position for too long. Her joints ached, but not for long as her body snapped back into place. Her dress, now torn down the back, flowed around her as she walked, still not completely exposing her, but exposing enough of her backside. That was the least of her humiliations though not really caring if her soft flesh was exposed to these women. She had certainly exposed more of herself in her mortal life and in front of more people of a few drunken nights.

She rummaged through the cabinets under the sink, around the dishes, and in the pantry until finally coming to the cabinets next to the refrigerator where she found a few ice buckets. She started to turn to look to Guillaume to see which one he wanted, but quickly turned back thinking he would probably want the most expensive looking one. She grabbed a large silver bucket and quickly opened the freezer gathering all the ice that was in the tray filling the bucket. As she shut the door, the only sound they could hear was the rumbling of the ice maker as it competed to fill back up again. The bucket was heavy and she carried it with both hands, straight as it covered between her legs and belly. She approached the table where Mat had decided to sit back down next to Aradia and lowered her gaze to the grain of the wood of the table.

"My ladies, I thank you for watching and tolerating my terrible behavior. I thank you madam for your input for my punishment." ....the last sentence was said to Mat not just to thank her, but to enhance Guillaume's demeanor as she spoke to the women.

She could feel him approach from behind as she waited for him to take her away from this now despised room. He lightly placed his hands on her shoulders leading her away from the table while nodding to Mat and Aradia. He led her to the door of the kitchen and out to the bedroom.

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