Kyle saw a flash of this beautiful otherworldly creature in his head, she felt Jess pleading for his understanding, showing him fully where she came from, somehow, some dark and twisted way, this plant helped him see parts of her that she never showed to anybody anymore. She stood six feet, two inches, of course this was due to the seven inch spiked stiletto heels that her gorgeous feet wore. He saw a beautiful woman kneeling, completely naked, in collar looking up with tear stained eyes, mascara streaked down her face, her long straight black hair touching her waist cascading down her body like a river of death. He saw Jess step into frame and bend down grabbing the woman’s face,
“Shhhh my pet, it’s all over now, you’ve cleared your debts.” She leaned her head into Jess’s black latex gloved hand and she leaned in, her red curls spilling over her river of black. She kissed her on the cheek, her entire body was covered in black latex, her soft pale breasts bursting from the top.
As Kyle watched the girl continued to sob, the view of her back revealed strips of flesh torn off in perfect bullwhip execution. Jess placed her beloved blood stained whip on the wall, leaning over she reached for her favorite plant the beautiful Belladonna, her deadly children thrived best in her dungeon; little did Kyle know until now just how wise Jess was about such rare and exotic flora. Tucking her curls gently up into what appeared to be a rather mysterious mask or cowl of some sort, he watched from behind as she slowly stepped out of each heel. Dropping her to a mere five feet seven inches, he watched her slowly unzip and slither out of her latex dress, bending over and revealing in all her glorious possessions the most sumptuous ass. Her delicious peach opened just enough for him to see her full lips before she stood back up. Turning around, entirely naked she dropped to her knees, her crimson red lips filled this catwoman mask perfectly. Jess crawled on all fours to this naked, bleeding, sobbing woman and held her, drawing her towards her chest,
“Now tell me darling, how quickly do you want this to take place?” She began to lick her wounds, all the while looking back into what appeared to be oblivion or an empty, cold concreate room, but Kyle felt her eyes staring right into his. She smiled lapping up the blood;
“I don’t care Mistress, just do it, I don’t want to be here anymore, I can’t handle it my love please kill me!” She sobbed and lied on the ground in her own puddle of life force.
“As you wish my darling, I hope you know that you, will always be my favorite.”
She reached for what appeared to be a metal thimble, strategically placed nearby, she placed it on her index finger, now holding this nihilistic woman in her arms. Cradling her and soothing her, she buried her sobbing face into her sumptuous breasts, her tears softened and she swooned as her Mistress punctured her throat, holding her gaze watching her life gently fading away. She leaned forward and cried holding her close to her, rocking with her pale lifeless body buried in her breasts. Kyle realized in that moment she wanted so desperately to fill that void for destruction that his darkness conquered without thought or recompense. She took off her mask and gently set down the woman she loved her body blood stained red turned this former angelic canvas into a bloodstained demoness that he stood in awe of. She reached for her collar, and placed it around her neck. Tears streaming down her face, he could see the emptiness inside her, and she sat up on her knees and faced him with the most desperate plea, begging;
“Please, teach me.”
The vision ended and Jess instantly passed out from exhaustion. She never realized that her favorite plant would cause such psychic burn out so swiftly but she had a much larger dose than she ever previously experimented with on her own. She partook of her potions before sessions with only her most trusted devotees, those that sought her out when this world became too much and the swift promise of eternal sleep was the only solace to their soul anymore. For the most part she enjoyed her work as an intoxicating old world mistress, as most of her clients wanted to explore and return in the future, it was only those that fell for her, deeply in love with her that eventually felt driven by passionate madness to deplete themselves to extinction long before they were intended to depart. They say that all beauty comes with a cost, Jess felt that this was hers. Being so powerful to captivate even those who attested to hating her, but also being so incredibly insatiable that she sucked the very will to live from the depths of the souls of those who ever claimed her heart, and earned their way into her bed.
Kyle felt all of his anger vanish instantly, once again this disarming ability of hers left him in a clarified state unlike ever before, and she had a way of sucking out the very poison inside him that usually left him incapable of maintaining control. Just moments before he thought he’d have to go out into the city, to his old hunting grounds and find a gullible bitch who was willing to risk her life with a ridiculously charming and incredibly sexy man. Just another addition to his collection of one time use toys. Jess’s innate abilities absorbed all of Kyle’s hunger for the kill, and he found himself in awe, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief.
“Right when I think I have you exactly where I want you, you somehow throw yet another obstacle in my path, you.” As he curled up in his four poster bed that night he somehow managed to find deep and restful sleep, smiling knowing fully content that she wasn’t done yet, not tonight, not ever, if he had anything to do with it, and he did.
Chapter 5:
A Study in Gothic Blood
Lying in the same disheveled state that both atropine and her new hunter left her in, Jess slowly focused her mind to the microscopic world of her own cellular structure. Her eyes fixated on each toxin filled blood cell that was carrying this sweet poison through her body. She felt her healing abilities awaken, seeing electric green sparks of lightning glowing and connecting with each infected part of her body the potent elixir’s great power wore off effortlessly in what seemed like just a few minutes. Jess smiled slowly cracking her eyes open to ensure she wasn’t being watched too closely by the foreboding presence of her wanton captor. She realized this delicate exchange, this sadistic dance of sorts had to be strategic if she was going to survive. She wanted to earn her place in his world, no matter the darkness that existed deep beneath the confines of this house. She could hear their voices screaming in her mind, there were so many of them down there, an entire city it seemed. Those daunting and dangerous games would be explored another night when she wasn’t concerned with passing out from paralytic poison that tried with all its chemical properties to subdue her for good, or at least fully for tonight. She slowly stretched and realized how aroused Kyle’s ominous presence had made her;
“Oh fuck, I guess that is one experiment I have absolutely no test results for.”
She was usually quite wise as to how certain herbs, plants and poisonous flowers affected the erogenous zones of the human body, in both males and females. As an intoxicating old world mistress of the underworld, only the most sordid creatures on this planet ever made their way to her dungeon doors to beg and plead with the dark apothecary eluding to their visceral desperation for torture, craving whatever elixir she had to inject into the darkness of night, into each of her sessions.
“Belladonna, you are a cruel mistress, giving me away to my hunter, makes me quite the vulnerable prey.”
Jess reaching down to her soaking wet panties and sticky cotton shorts, she found herself moving her limbs to function and form the usual protocols required for limbs to move properly. Forcing herself to sit upright she moved her legs to fall effortlessly from the weight of toxic side effects alone towards the floor. Knowing yet another shower would be required before she was able to sleep or venture out once more before sunrise came. Jess slowly grabbed onto furniture, stabilizing her weakened limbs and finding her way once more to the bathroom, this time for a brief rinse.
The lights glowed as she turned them on, her face looked paler than usual, her eyes purple, displaying to her that he had given her quite a fatal dose,
“You wicked, sadist.” She smiled looking at herself in the mirror and checking her pulse, “Well at least that’s back to normal, I’m sure I’ll need another snack before my color comes back fully though.”
Jess slipped her robe and soft cotton shirt off they fell to the floor and she smiled biting her lip as she struggled to peel off her sticky shorts and panties, still soaking wet with spiced honey. She reached her foot up to her hand and pulled her peach sock off and tossed it aside, switching legs and doing the same fluid movement with the other pocket of peach fabric covering her other foot, it soon found its place beside its partner in a soft pile of clothing now resting on the tile floor.
“Mmmm now where were we? I wonder if I’m all alone or do I have an audience tonight?”
Jess chuckled already fully aware that he was always watching, he’d been watching her for years now it seemed. She always felt his strange, alluring and intoxicating presence from time to time, never knowing who it belonged too. Why, it called to her so rampantly without explanation, beckoning her as to why she was compelled to find the answer to who or what radiated this salacious feeling of decadence inside her soul. She knew his eyes were watching her, in the kitchen when she arrived earlier this afternoon, in the bath when she couldn’t help but ravish herself the way she hoped he would anytime now it seemed. She washed her body feeling the warm beads of fresh spring water sliding down her back and ass, teasing her thighs and swimming past her ankles to the drain below. She washed her delicate folds, teasing each one and ensuring that every drop of sticky honey vanished down the drain. She moaned feeling an overwhelming peace arrive within her soul. In this very moment Kyle was smiling sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the woman that constantly loved to frolic in the fresh waters, for the sheer pleasure of basking in the presence of his curious psychic eyes.
The water slowly turned off, her hands finally feeling like themselves again, the atropine wore off much swifter after a shower. Her inclinations to this powerful plant were right, she now hungered for something to satiate her calorie depletion. But what was available in this place that wasn’t already tainted for her to sleep for eons waiting for the moment when he’d strike as her eyes opened for the first time after poisonous, dreamless sleep. She wandered into the closet, wrapped in her towel, reaching for another soft pair of shorts, this time dark brown. Needing yet another pair of dry panties for tonight she found a rather sensual white cotton thong to wear underneath. Jess wandered back into the bathroom finding her soft cotton shirt and putting it back on, it fell on top of her bountiful breasts, she had to then maneuver it around and over them for a proper fit. Wrapping herself in her coffee colored robe she reached down and slowly put her socks back on and walked back into her room.
Little did Kyle know how well equipped his new live in nanny really was. Reaching behind the nightstand she pulled out a very small black box. Opening it she reached in pulling out a few toxin test strips that she usually kept for testing purposes. To ensure she never provided a fatal dose to her clients of kink, unless that was their final request in life. For those who needed it most she gladly offered herself as their merciful angel of death. Slipping a few strips into her robes pocket, she was ready to go. She knew without vital sustenance she would only feel weaker in the morning and she had no intention of allowing Kyle to feel as if he had her cornered, at least not yet. Jess reached for the candle by her bedside and stared at the wick, instantly a small flame flickered into existence, smiling she said, “Now that’s better.”
Slowly walking towards the door, she took one last, deep breath before venturing back down towards the kitchen, for something to help her recuperate. As she made her way passed his wing and down below along the spiraling staircase she quietly made no sign of her presence. Once more wandering into the kitchen, this time entirely alone, so dark that the only light with her, was the candle that she carried in. She again found herself opening the fridge door and saw that her favorite items were now gone.
“How convenient.” She said aloud.
Looking around she saw plenty of random items to make a meal with as well as a few labeled items for James that she trusted much more than anything else that was in here. She reached for a container of orange juice and opened it, she placed a tiny drop onto a strip that she reached for from her pocket and waited to see the results show that it was just juice, untainted juice. She remembered where James had shown her where the glasses were and reached for one. Filling the glass and devouring every last drop, she then reached for his leftovers, not having the time or patience to test everything in here that was available for consumption. She ravenously fed, his half eaten meal so delicious she didn’t care to focus on what it was or how much of it was left to consume. She just remembered throwing the empty container into the trash and placing the now empty glass inside the sink, knowing the morning staff would tend to it. She didn’t have to risk waking anyone up now, as it was creeping towards twilight, she only had a little time left to explore the one place that pulsed like the swift heartbeat of frail prey. His one sanctuary besides the cemetery that existed at Burnett Manor, Kyle’s… study.
Jess stealthily moved up the spiraling stairwell, the twinkle of crystal now entirely absent in a room that was pitch black. She reached her hand out to feel the wooden bannister, her other was now doing its best to stop trembling making her only light source flicker in a most unsettling way. She took one more breath, exhaling with each step she ascended past the second floor, the offices still dimly lit, a handful of colleague’s still busy working late into the twilight hours of early morning. No words or whispers, no movement, just the sound of typing, and phone buttons being pushed and redirected to other lines. Where these lines were, Jess hadn’t the slightest clue. Her head still swimming she felt her body recalibrating, her curious feline eyes, sparkled green in the darkness of the upper floor. Knowing Kyle’s bedroom door was only a few feet away she visualized herself completely invisible, and let the light lead her into his cracked and dimly lit library, the very heart and soul of the man who ruled this mysterious world. Her feet gently stepped towards the door reaching for the golden handle, slowly pushing it. The door didn’t make a sound, she could tell it was recently greased, quite a calculated move as Jess had noticed every door in her wing was impossibly loud; ceaselessly screaming in sinful confession as to when and where she prowled around, in the middle of the night.
She smiled and felt the strongest energetic pull she’d ever felt in her life, as if the entire room moved forward, pulling her directly inside. She slowly closed the door leaving it cracked just enough for light to escape and for Kyle to feel her wandering soul. His usual anger at such rigorous exploration already faded to amusement, she was so, fucking curious. He couldn’t wait until she started wandering downstairs, he thought it would take her months, like all the others, but at this rate, she was going to find herself in quite a horrifying predicament that Kyle had waiting for her, planned for Jess, for most of her adult life.
Her mind swam as she looked towards a book shelf that glowed to her eyes, sparkling like treasure in soft twilight. The stars twinkling just outside, a mountain adorned with thick trees, nearby a pond shimmered and reflected the full moon in all its pale glory. An entire top shelf covered in manuscripts and works in progress from what looked like over a thousand film concepts in the making. The shelf just below that captured her eye was filled with rare, arcane books of her favorite authors, some of which are even related to her, from Uncle George Byron and Aunt Mary Shelley, to Poe, Shakespeare, King, Koontz, Rice and so many others that invited daring readers to fall into a world of darkness. Where tragedy, fear and ecstasy, continued pushing them beyond the modern understanding of their times to somewhere far beyond this mundane plane of existence. Forcing those to feel the experiences of humanity flowing through their very veins and bleeding into their minds like liquid white fire, igniting a soul to dance, awaken, and sacredly create. She marveled at the array and e
ndless selections, she could spend an entire year in this room alone, never leaving and still not absorb enough of the treasured possessions that Kyle had in this beautiful study. His reading chair was to her right, nestled under the window, a table nearby had a carafe of water with ice, realizing now that he’d probably be here soon. She tried to calm her excitement and set aside the rare and complete collection of her ascendant Lord Byron’s work as she climbed up onto the ladder reaching for a book that was handcrafted that stood out quite unlike all the rest.
As her ass swished towards the top of the ladder she reached for the book, not knowing that she wasn’t alone, behind her were his peering eyes. Looking through the cracked door gazing at her curved flesh that peeked out just beneath her robe and soft shorts. He could smell her sweet spiced honey from here, how intoxicating it was to be near her. She made his mouth water, his cock instantly hard and eyes dilate, a predator always on the verge of his next kill. He watched, unblinking, waiting to see what she would do. He felt himself compelled to rip her to shreds the very moment she touched the book that now sat in the palm of her hands. As she opened the first page she realized it was a personal diary of Kyle’s, not wanting to pry into this just yet she instantly reached and put it back on the shelf. Whispering aloud, “I hope he doesn’t notice.”
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