Unexpected fate (For Tangerine)

[Silverstone]

The night was cool and pleasant in French Provence. The only audible noise was the wind blowing through the lavender fields.

In the middle of nowhere could happen to come across a large old-style villa, from the heavy wrought iron gate, in addition to the villa, someone could see the large garden, a small gazebo and a woodshed, all extraordinarily well kept.
Usually, however, whoever came across it disappeared forever...

If someone had been able to take a look inside one of the lighted windows they would have seen rich, elegant rooms, with furnishings reminiscent of the nobility's homes of the 1800s, rich fabrics, graceful decorations, canopied beds and furniture epoch.
And perhaps, someone would also have seen the austere landlady, intent on indulging in her perverse pleasures...

Emmanuelle was waiting, sitting on the sofa in the living room, for the girl she had summoned.
From she could hear the soft noise of her other little slaves, who were busy arranging her pillows, placing various tools on the table in front of her - a brush, a short cane, a leather belt, and more-.
They would soon retire, relieved that their mistress had decided not to play with them tonight.
In her great villa, in French provence, Elle ruled as the sole sovereign of that little reign of terror. She kidnapped young boys and girls of undisputed beauty, brought them there and threatened that she would slaughter their entire family, if they tried to escape.
And no one could hope to rebel against a vampire with two centuries of life behind her.

Sitting on the sofa, Elle could be mistaken for a statue of unnatural beauty. The dominant color in her was the white of her skin and the red of her thick hair and plump lips. Her eyes were as black as coal.
Black was also the dress she wore, a little out of fashion, in the 1900s style, with a tight bodice and a long, wide skirt.

Suddenly the vampire made a gesture, chasing away the other little slaves and remaining alone, her red lips curving in a perverse smile, looking forward to the evening.

Elle hadn't always been like this, she was also an innocent young girl in the past.
But the long centuries had changed her, exponentially increasing perverse appetites and her sadism.

[Tangerine]

Miles away from the nearest town, a mysterious mansion stood lonely on the lovely coast. The dashing countryside weaved a colourful blanked around the place. It created an illusion of pleasantness, since the owner of this upper-class house was only comely from outside. Evil resided there. It housed a wicked entity who found joy in others’ distress. A devil who despised day and embraced night. That was how Lara would describe her twisted employee. It had been two long years since the night she dragged her heels to offer her services to the woman as a gardener. A job that was imposed upon her by a cult that no longer existed.

While tending to the roses in the garden, a shaky, monotone voice stole her attention. It belonged to one of Emmanuelle’s slaves. Many of them dwelled in the place. Some long-broken, some still pending to lose their spirits. She herself could be considered another slave, just a different type.

Her ears rang with the words “You are expected.” To tell the truth, that was quite a concerning phrase to hear in this place. After all, a meeting with the big boss hardly ended up being a pleasant experience for the people who lived, or imprisoned for that matter, under this particular roof. A grimace narrowed Lara’s lips as she blankly stared at the face that carried the orders of the woman of her nightmares. Following a deep sigh, she offered a simple nod. An order like this surely overrode any duties in the garden. Although hardly happy about it, she knew better than to keep the redhead waiting.

A pair of dark shorts hugged her hips as her bare legs made them sway. On top, a sleeveless white blouse covered the uneasy twenty-two-year-old. There was no sun to protect herself from, but her blonde ponytail still flowed down from the straw hat she wore atop her head. On her way, she lost her apron, gloves and utility belt. Just before the door she was supposed to enter, she noticed the hurried evacuation of Emmanuelle’s more conventional slaves, which was not a good sign for her.

Summoning up her courage, Lara entered the living room. “You wanted to see me, Maitresse?” Like usual, she opted to avert her gaze from those dark eyes. Instead, she looked down at the floor. Or rather at her short boots. It was a sight that worried her. In order to respond to the call as quickly as possible, she hadn’t changed her boots, or wiped them for that matter, to leave the dirt where it belonged, in the garden.

[Silverstone]

Emmanuelle looked at Lara, her black gaze slipping from the top of her hat to the tips of her boots. Ah, she loved when they gave her pretexts so unwittingly...
Not that she needed an excuse to abuse her slaves, but when she had it, it was much more fun, at least for her.

Elle stood up, with elegant grace, she was a tall, slender woman, her skirt brushed the floor with a disturbing rustle. She reached over to Lara and take her chin, making forced to look at her.
"Did you walk on my floors in those boots?" The vampire asked, expecting an answer, even though it was already quite evident.

Elle had been focusing a lot on that poor girl lately, because she felt wasn't quite broken as the others.
Emmanuelle would bend her and make her malleable as wax in her hands.
Before the end of the year she was certain would insinuate her dark fascination so deeply into the young woman's mind that she would beg her to being punish for the smallest things ...

[Tangerine]

“I have!” Pink lips widened into a cheery smile. “Do you think I spend my whole time walking on clouds?” Under the large wooden table she sat at, a pair of bare feet tapped on the floor. Some dirt stuck to the soles, the white pair of boots that used to house them stood in one corner of the room. Well one of them did, while the other was lifted up by a tired set of fingers. “Clean the other one too, please.” Green eyes found the bitter young man in the room. Considering all, making him run some simple errands for her should have been quite a light punishment for theft. But since that was his first significant sin, the angle was willing to go easy on him. “And we may be done before the sunset. Alright?”

***

Like usual, the steady approach of the bearer of the curse made her heart skip a beat. When Lara slightly raised one of her feet, she could indeed see an unintended dirt mark on the floor. It was a simple mistake, an untimely oversight: to disturb the cleanliness of the living room with muddy boots.

Taken by the chin, the young gardener let her eyes meet Emmanuelle’s. “I was working outside.” She admitted. In this case however, she doubted the inconvenient traces of her hardworking nature could spare her from the woman’s fury. She hadn’t failed to notice all the unforgiving tools that were laid across the table. Being targeted by any of them was a fate she would do her best to avoid.

Looking in her exotic boss’ haunting eyes filled her with a strong sense of anxiety. “I’m so sorry.” Lara gave it a shot. “I’ll grab the mop right away.” After a brief pause, she continued. “Let me undo my stupidity at once.” She offered the woman a nod of dutifulness.

[Silverstone]

"No, no. You'll do it later," Emmanuelle silenced her.
She slipped behind the poor girl, putting her fingers around Lara's neck so she couldn't get away from her.
Her fingers, red-lacquered nails, slipped under her shirt.
Pressing lightly, not hard enough to scratch her, Elle began to slide her nails upward toward the girl's breasts. "There's no rush, first I want to make sure it doesn't happen again."
Pretext.
Those words screamed a pretext, and Lara must have known by now.
She had given the woman an excuse to punish her and she wouldn't leave that room unscathed.

Emmanuelle had had supernatural lovers in the past, but the ease with which she managed to make mortals tremble gave her a perverse pleasure she could not find anywhere else.

[Tangerine]

Thankfully, her body didn’t see much use, compared to the servants who were specifically employed, or captured really, to entertain the woman’s twisted desires. Still, it couldn’t be said that the nefarious redhead kept her at arm’s length. The fact that no one else was in the room, and that Emmanuelle was always hungry, gave Lara enough hint that she was on the menu tonight. There was nowhere to run really, or an easy way out.

“Later?” She repeated after her lady. Her eyes tracked the woman as much as she could. “Of course, but if you wish so, a stitch in time…” Lara murmured still. Whether the armholes, neckline or just the hem, her sleeveless top was indeed quite accessible. The faint graze on her skin gave her goosebumps. A chilling shiver ran down her spine as the lady of the house glided a hand in her blouse. And surely, the said hand that cupped her bounty could feel the racing of her heart through her bra.

The unearthly qualities that accompanied Emmanuelle’s dark presence made her a difficult woman to read. Lara had yet to know if the exotic owner of the house was in a romantic mood, or currently sported a rather sadistic desire. “It won’t happen again.” She promised, not without a frown however.

[Silverstone]

Whether she was in a sadistic or romantic mood, little changed. When it came to Emmanuelle, the two things merged into a single, slow torture.

The vampire's fingers tightened on the young woman's breasts.

"Now listen carefully," the woman told, red lips brushing her ear. “Now I want you to undress, slowly, and come and kneel before me, in a suitably contrite and submissive manner,” she said.

The squeeze became painful, like a warning.

"I allow you to keep only the panties, for now ..." she added, letting her fingers slip away and moving away from her, to return to the sofa, waiting for her to obey.

Her blind submission was what she demanded of any of her of her little slaves.

Perhaps once she had been one of them, trembling in front of her sire, the one who then transformed her, but it had been too long to really remember it or feel empathy.

[Tangerine]

The sinful sensation that lingered under her blouse evolved into a sharp sting as the vampiress’ hold on her breasts grew stronger. Clenched lips held back a whimper, however. Knowing how her boss fed upon others’ agony, Lara didn’t want to make herself more presentable by easily expressing her pain. Right now, there was no question why the lady of the house had called her into her grandiose presence. “As you wish.” She offered.

When the woman turned her back, “You little slut…” mouthed but not spoken words targeted Elle from behind. Other than that, Lara opted to stand still. After all, she had been asked to be slow.

When the lady rested her hips on her ornate sofa, she raised her hands. Her hat came off as she found a table to lay it down. Facing the vampire again, her arms drew a cross on her upper body. Holding it from either side, she rolled her white blouse up and pulled the garment off her shoulders. Slender fingers unbuttoned her shorts. Her knees wiggled back and forth as the servant yanked the second garment down as well. She had an excuse to be unhurried, and Lara surely took her time. In her underwear, she gingerly folded her clothes and put them somewhere next to her hat.

Her boots remained as she walked up to her owner. A couple of feet away from Emmanuelle, she sunk to her knees. However, she wasn’t quite done as her bra kept covering her assets. “You look particularly dashing tonight, Maitresse.” The smart servant pulled her arms back. Fingers fiddled with the little hooks in the back. After undoing them, one strap rolled down her shoulder. Soon, the other followed suit. “Would you like me to go under your dress?” Now on the floor, the bra stopped covering her breasts.

[Silverstone]

"Flattering me won't help you avoid your fate," Emmanuelle retorted, looked eagerly at every single inch of skin that was discovered.

Her black eyes seemed to caress the girl lasciviously, with such intensity as to make her a disgusting, almost perceptible caress.


She looked at the young woman in front of her and shook the head. "Not yet, maybe later." She replied, her fingertips caressing Lara's bare breasts, then squeezing the pink buttons between her fingers, pulling and squeezing them painfully.

“No, I want you to come and lie down on my lap now and ask me to be punished for your carelessness,” she replied with a malicious smile.

"I want you to ask me very convincingly", control, absolute obedience. Elle just wanted that. Any hint of rebellion was severely extinguished.

[Tangerine]

The little offer she had made was indeed a trick, a poor attempt to spare herself the suffering of a punishment session as Lara believed that serving the woman by slipping under her dress should be less painful than whatever she had on her twisted mind for her. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work, which only intensified the servant’s anxiety. When targeted by a pair of haunting eyes, she felt small before the lady of the house, more uncomfortable with the topless state of her body. An urge to cover her breasts lingered within her. They were soon covered, but by hands that didn’t belong to her. And despite all, the vampire’s touch managed to improve their firmness.

“U-gh!” The groped gardener couldn’t hold back a sharp whimper upon the rough treatment of the pink tips that protruded out on her breasts. With that, she lent an attentive ear to what the timeless vampire had to say. Powerless against Emmanuelle’s might, there wasn’t much she could do, but nod and comply. She also prayed, asked for strength and clemency. “As you wish…”

***

In a distant land where the sun had yet to set, far beyond the influence of the malicious mansion, the angel of mercy relaxed after a busy day. She had attended to quite a few clients today, to grant them clemency. All of them were guilty of trivial crimes, really. Crimes that weren’t so taxing to forgive. “Mh-mhm…” After taking a sip from it, she put her teacup down. “Alright!” A blinding beam of light pierced through the roof and flowed down atop the table she sat at. In front of her, a magical book materialized. She flipped it open. The words wrote themselves on its silver pages, converting uttered prayers to writings. “Laurel Lemery… What do you want, dear?” She talked to herself. In this case, the name was linked to another. One that started and ended with an E.

***

From where she kneeled, Lara looked up at her owner, the worry in her eyes easy to read. “I’ve been careless, Maitresse.” She started with the oral part of the woman’s order. “Inconsiderate and negligent.” Getting some support from the woman’s knees, Lara pulled herself up. Gingerly, she bent down next to the sofa. Her hands pressed onto the furniture as she put one leg onto the cushions. The other followed suit. Slowly, Lara laid her body across the woman’s knees. “May you punish me for my crimes?” The bikini underwear she wore clad her appealing bottom in black, but showed some skin still as the bitter servant offered herself to her lady.