Twisted tales vol. 3
Possess
Part 1
Lyneth sat by the window watching the snow coat the road with a light dusting that would be knee deep by the time the sun rose.
she hated it here.
But a good daughter does what she's told, even if it does mean sitting in the corner of a grotty tavern while her father gambles away the last of his wealth.
There had at one time been a lot of wealth but since her mothers death all those years ago he had managed to drink, gamble and whore nearly all of it away.
She often wondered if she hated him? But more often than not, one look into his pitiful, lost eyes and she would remember this poor excuse for a man was her father.
And so she sat and waited in the corner while he squandered the last of their money.
She missed their old house, she wasn't bothered about the fine dresses and jewellery but she did miss her home. He had gambled it away in a card game years ago and it was now home to a new family.
The smell of various spirits and the smoke that billowed from pipes made her head swim. She stood up and walked outside into the cold fresh air.
She didn't bother to tell him where she'd gone, he wouldn't notice anyway and she doubted he'd care.
When she eventually went back inside it was just her father and another man at the table. She slipped through the crowd around the table and stood beside her father,
' I've got it tonight Lyneth, this is the night my luck changes!' he couldn't contain his excitement and Lyneth knew this was where it always went wrong for him.
He didn't have a gamblers face; he lacked what she had heard one man call "a decent poker face".
Lyneth looked up to see who his opponent was but the man wore a black cloak with the hood pulled up high enough to mask his face.
The hooded man pushed all his money, which he seemed to have collected from the other men who had been playing, into the centre of the table. Her father visibly gulped, he hadn't had that much money in years and he also didn't have enough to match the wager.
An older man next to the gambler leant down and nodded as his master whispered something in his ear,
' My master said if you don't have the money to match him what else would you be willing to bet?' her father paused before digging his hand into his breast pocket,
' I have this, not worth much but…' Lyneth stared at him in anger and shock; he was handing over her mother's necklace.
The only thing left of her mothers, it was supposed to be hers and she had treasured it for years. It was tear shaped sapphire on an intricate white gold chain, and as her father placed it on the table she could feel her heart breaking.
It wasn't the price of the pendant but the sentimental value that caused her to stare at her father with silent rage,
' Don't worry pet, I can't lose' he said gleefully as he flashed his cards at her.
The hooded mans servant spoke again,
' My master says its not enough, match the bet or leave now with the few coins you have left'
' No…no I…you could have my girl…my Lyneth?' even some of the drunk men watching the exchange gaped at him, Lyneth felt as though someone had violently kicked her in the stomach and she could feel the hooded mans eyes burning into her skin,
' Don't worry pet I can't lose' he whispered to her, Lyneth was too shocked to even contemplate arguing with him so the two men played.
Part 2
Of course he could lose, and he did. She felt numb as the hooded man rose and began to walk away from the table but first he leant over and muttered to her father, while his manservant collected up his winnings.
'If you are so careless of your treasures, you should expect them to be taken from you'
Her father stared numbly at the table, he couldn't even look at her and she didn't want to look at him.
She was jolted from her shock by the manservant, who held out his free hand to her, he smiled pitifully at her,
' Please come with me miss?' she took his hand and let him lead her outside to a carriage,
' You'll be alright miss, he's not a bad man' he muttered quietly.
He helped her into the coach, which she was surprised to find empty, and closed the door behind her. She had expected the mysterious man to be in here waiting to gloat over his winnings.
She wasn't sure how far into the journey she fell asleep but when she woke up the sky was lighter and the snow had coated everywhere in a blanket of pure white.
The carriage stopped in the courtyard of a gothic looking mansion and the door was instantly opened by the older manservant who helped her down and took her inside.
She was fed a hot meal and shown to a room where she could bath and change. She emerged dressed in the cream dress that had been left for her and was led back down to a parlour where the manservant, whose name she learnt was Bates, was waiting for her.
Bates waited for her to sit in one of the dark leather chairs before speaking,
' The master has asked me to convey a few rules to you miss;
Firstly don't wander off at night, we get all sorts round here.
Secondly if you require anything tell your maid Josephine and we shall get it for you.
Thirdly you are under no circumstances allowed into the west wing of the house, do you understand?'
She nodded and bates smiled served her a cup of tea while he spoke about the house and the grounds. He pointed out the forest just across the field at the back of the house and warned her against wandering off in there,
' You'd get lost I tell you miss, even I wont set foot in there no one will…except the master but he's lived here his whole life probably knows those woods like the back of his hand'
' When do I meet him?' she said quietly
' Of you probably wont miss, he keeps to himself but he has almost given you the run of the house'
' Doesn't he eat?'
' Course he does, he is still a human man miss but he's very…private'
' Why does he shut himself away?'
' Story for another time miss, he'll be out hunting now anyway' with that bates wouldn't utter another word about his master and instead tried to focus Lyneth on the many antiques the masters family had collected, but her mind drifted to the absent master.
Part 3
2 months passed before she saw him, and even then it was at a distance out of her bedroom window.
When another month passed and bates told her the master had gone away for a few days she couldn't help feeling a tad disappointed.
She had explored every inch of the house and grounds but she was young and curious.
She had walked to the edge of the forest but didn't dare go in.
She had walked to the bottom of the staircase that led to the west wing but didn't dare go up.
She had made a friend in her maid Josephine though; she sat in her bath while Josephine scrubbed her hair clean,
Josephine was in her 30's and delighted in telling Lyneth stories about the master's ancestors,
' Apparently his grandfather had 5 wives one after the other and they say he had a chamber in the west wing where he killed them all after he had deflowered them on their wedding night'
' That cant be true?' she said her skin prickling
' Well folks in the town a few miles over call the masters bedroom the bloody chamber'
' Why?'
' Where his grandfather deflowered all them girls innit, or perhaps it the room where he killed them all, who knows' she said washing Lyneth's back
' What else?'
' His father had eight mistresses, and his great grandfather was known to take a peasant girl from a village and make her run through the forest so he could hunt her and impale her' Josephine giggled
' Impale her?' Josephine rubbed soap into her hands and ran her hands up and down Lyneth's arms and onto her stomach,
' Yes miss…you do understand me?' Lyneth looked at Josephine and shook her head
' Once he caught her he…excuse my language miss…fucked her' Lyneth gaped
' So what you're saying is all the men in his family are sexual deviants?'
' Sounds right don't it…maybe that's why he keeps himself shut away all the time…doesn't wanna act on his carnal urges' she giggled again and rubbed the soap into Lyneth's full, pert breasts. Lyneth felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach as Josephine washed her and couldn't help thinking of the master,
' Have you been up to the west wing Josephine?'
' Nope no one but the master and bates go up there…and I wouldn't dream of setting foot up there'
' Have you ever seen him Josephine?'
' Oh yes…fine looking man, he's a count you know? Considering he comes from a family of sexual deviants miss I'm telling you if you saw him you'd open your legs for him and lie down…he's a very good looking man, cruel but good looking'
' I haven't seen him…why is he cruel?'
' He's landlord to a lot of people and I think he's fair but many don't cos they don't get a free house I suppose, and he'll never quite live down his families past…people round here say he's a beast'
' That's cruel'
' You're too innocent…please don't think I'm being rude miss but is it true he won you in a game of cards? Lyneth nodded solemnly
' My god I thought that was a cruel joke…still he's looking after you though?'
' Better than my own father ever managed to' she said sourly
' Maybe he plans to deflower you in the bloody chamber miss' Josephine laughed as Lyneth blushed and splashed soapy water at her.
Part 4
Lyneth didn't sleep well after her conversation with Josephine. She tossed and turned certain she could hear whimpers echoing in the hallways. She climbed out of bed, the cold instantly hit her through her flimsy white nightdress and she wrapped a red robe around herself.
She lit a candle and walked along the corridor to an opening where all the staircases met. She was sure she could hear something and gingerly she placed her foot on the first step that led to the west wing.
She followed the stairs up and then crept along a corridor, she could see light coming from a slightly ajar door and was glad of it when a slight gust of icy wind blew her candle out.
She placed it on the floor against the wall and crept quietly towards the door.
Lyneth almost screamed as a muffled shout of pain echoed down the walls from the room.
She was aware she was shaking but her feet were leading her on.
She got to the door and peeked through the crack.
There he was, the count. The master of this grand house kneeling on the floor in his trousers, his torso bare and glistening with sweat from the fire he knelt in front of. His back had large raised red welts on it and she watched as he flung his arm back and beat himself with thick black whip. He repeated his action becoming more and more frantic with his self-flagellation until he let out a loud cursing sound and fell onto all fours.
Lyneth moved quickly and quietly back to her room and locked the door behind her, she still hadn't seen his face but now the thought of looking this man who punished himself in the ye terrified her.
She barely slept that night and was on edge all the next day, what if he'd some how known she was there? Would he punish her like he punished himself?
She went to bed feeling uneasy but still drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
She awoke and opened her eyes, it was still dark out but a candle flickered on the table,
' You were told not to go up to the west wing' a low voice muttered menacingly, Lyneth instantly began to shake as she realised he was sitting in the shadows of her room,
' I…I...'
' You were there last night weren't you? You forgot your candle' he said and she saw him extend his hand to point at the flickering candle on the table,
' I'm so sorry…but I heard noises…I heard you and I thought someone was hurt and…'
' Be quiet' she instantly clamped her mouth shut and sat in silence fearing this man,
' Stand up' his voice was full of command and she didn't dare disobey him, she pushed the covers away and climbed out of the bed. She stood still and waited for him to shout at her, maybe even beat her but he remained still in the shadows,
' Remove your nightdress' he commanded, her hands shook as the removed the flimsy material from her skin and let it fall to the ground,
' There's a blindfold on the table beside your bed…put it on' she did as she was told and waited, the cold air hardened her nipples and she wanted desperately to cover herself,
' Turn around and put your hands on the wall' she fumbled in her blindness until she came to the wall and placed her hands on the cold stone.
He stood up and walked over to her, she heard every footstep and felt his presence behind her.
She jumped as he ran his finger down her back and let his hands rest on each cheek of her behind, she gasped as he roughly squeezed the flesh beneath his palms letting his fingernails dig in.
Next he ran his hands down the back of her thighs and she whimpered as he pushed her legs apart before moving his hands back to her behind,
' Did you see me last night?' he murmured, she nodded
' Yes'
' Have you heard stories about me?'
' No' he sharply smacked her behind with one hand while the other hand muffled her shout,
' Don't lie to me I know Josephine's got a gob on her so what did she tell you?'
' Nothing about you…she was talking about your ancestors' her voice was shaking and she wanted to cry,
' And what did she say?'
' She told me about the bloody chamber' she said shaking she was even more surprised to hear him genuinely laugh quietly,
' And did she say what the chamber looked like?'
' She said it's your room and that you still have all your grandfathers torture devices in there' he laughed again and removed his hand from her behind. He slid it round to the front of her body while the other hand slid down her neck until both rested on her breasts. He massaged them gently enjoying their soft plumpness and the pert nipples; he heard her moan under her breath and removed his hands.
He would punish himself for this later.
' You will join me for dinner tomorrow Lyneth' he said, it was more of an order than a question, she trembled as he pulled her dark hair back and she felt cold metal on her chest,
' When you hear the door close you may remove the blindfold and go back to bed and please ignore any sounds you hear from now on…and also ignore Josephine and her gossip' she nodded and heard him cross the floor and close the door.
Part 5
The next afternoon Josephine arrived carrying a box and smiling,
' Going to dinner with your possessor are you?' she said giggling, she did all the talking as she helped Lyneth put on the new white dress the count had purchased for her that morning.
She walked with Josephine to the dining hall where bates met them,
' You're not eating here tonight miss Lyneth, please follow me and Josephine you may go and eat in the kitchen you're done for the night' Josephine nodded and walked away as Lyneth followed bates towards the west wing.
Her heart pounded harder in her chest with every step she took and didn't stop when bates seated her at a small table for two in the room where only nights ago she had witnessed the count beating himself.
Bates left her alone in the room and she looked around warily,
' Are you frightened Lyneth?' she jumped as he stood up from a chair in front of the fire, she'd had no idea he was there,
' A little' he turned around and smiled at her, Josephine had been right about one thing, he was good looking and now his sharp blue eyes burned into her and he crouched beside her.
She didn't dare move as he raised his hand and ran his finger over the pendant around her neck,
' Are you pleased to have that back?' he said running his finger over the tear shaped sapphire that had been her mothers before he'd won it,
' Yes…thank you'
' Don't thank me it is yours', his face was inches from hers as his fingers slipped off the metal onto her skin,
' Come with me?' he said standing and offering her his hand, she took it and he led her across the room and through some double doors.
They emerged into a large bedroom, she knew it had to be his and she felt nervous,
' Do you see any instruments of torture he murmured, his lips inches away from her ear,
' No' she said shakily
' Do you think the rumours about me and my family are true, do you think I'm a beast?' he ran his hands down her bare arms and she quivered,
' No'
' You should…my ancestors were beasts Lyneth but the bloody chamber…the hunting…none of that is true but they could be cruel but so can many men when a beautiful woman is in their bed'
' I see' her voice was still shaky as he pushed the sleeve of her dress down so he could kiss her exposed shoulder,
' Do I make you nervous my little beauty?'
' Yes you do' she said slightly breathlessly as he wrapped an arm around her and rested his hand on her stomach,
' Do you think me wicked after what I did to you last night…or perhaps you secretly enjoyed it?'
' I…I don't know…'
' Do you want me to touch you again Lyneth?' he said, his breathe hot on her neck as his lips caressed her exposed skin,
' I couldn't…I mustn't'
' Why?'
' People would call me a whore'
' No one would dare call you a whore…I'd never let them' she felt him sharply begin to unlace the back of the dress until he was tearing the material apart.
Lyneth gasped as he picked her up with such ease and laid her on his bed, he crouched over her and tore the remnants of the white dress from her body.
He stood over her, observing every inch of her bare flesh, she wore nothing except the tear shaped sapphire.
He ran his hands over her body and rubbed his face against her full breast, taking her pink nipple in his mouth and suckling it gently.
He stood up and raised her up with him,
' Undress me' he murmured softly to her.
Timidly she began to remove his shirt not daring to touch his bare flesh until he grabbed her hands and ran them down his lean, muscular torso to his trousers.
She unbuttoned them and pulled them down so he was as naked as her, she looked away and he turned her face back to him,
' You are innocent aren't you…have you really never seen a naked man?' she shook her head and he crouched down and pulled her off the bed onto the floor with him, he rolled her over so he was on top of her.
Taking her hand he guided her over his body, enjoying the sensation of her touch. He ran his fingers between her legs and felt how innocent she was,
' Would you really give yourself to a beast like me?' he said kissing the mound between her legs,
' Yes' she said quietly, he leant down and kissed her gently before thrusting inside of her and causing her to shout with pain. She struggled against him a bit at first, whimpering and crying but he was persistent and refused to stop, not that she asked him to.
She spent every night with him and every night he taught her something new, she learned to pleasure him and what it was like to be pleasured by him.
Some nights he was tender and made love to her slowly, his body grinding in rhythm with hers as he kissed her and held her tightly to him.
Other nights she would call him a beast, the nights when he was animalistic and rough. When his teeth bit at her nipples and he would spank her behind, she found herself enjoying these nights more and more, it seemed like every time the pleasure built.
Part 6
He held her hand as they walked across the field, him in a smart black suit and her in the first white dress she'd worn since he'd ripped her other one off the night he took her. He looked over at her and smiled and picked one of the red roses from her hair, they could still hear people celebrating at the house enjoying the newlyweds' happiness and the counts wine.
He led her through the dark trees of the forest removing his clothing as they walked, he had asked her to remain fully clothed until they reached the clearing.
The clearing was his place and he wanted it to be theirs.
He was completely naked by the time they reached it, it was a small patch but the sun broke down through the trees and illuminated it.
He stripped her bear and tied her wrists around a tree branch; his lips caressed her body working his was down until he was kneeling between her legs.
He raised one leg over each of his shoulders and began devouring her, his teeth nipped at her clit causing her to moan and thrash her body.
Josephine had never been one to mind her own business and had watched the newlyweds walk across the field to the forest. Part of her was concerned that the gossip about the counts family was true and that she would never see that sweet young girl again. She of course followed them at a distance and watched them now in the clearing.
Lyneth was straddling the count, riding him furiously both making animalistic noises as he grabbed her hips and slammed harder into her. Lyneth grabbed her breasts and massaged them, smiling deviously at him until he sat up and buried his face in her breasts, sucking the small rosebud pink nipples of her bouncing breasts.
Lyneth pushed him back down and pinned his arms eyeing him hungrily as she slowed down,
' Go faster' he growled and her smile grew
' Make me' she said teasing as he rolled her over so he was on top.
Josephine watched them both growling and rolling around in the undergrowth like wild animals and saw them both tense up and moan in pleasure as they climaxed.
She left them to their pleasures and walked back across the field and joined bates,
' Where'd you go?' he said downing his wine
' For a walk'
' Making sure the old wives tales about the family aren't true more like' he said laughing
' Perhaps'
' And just what did you witness?' he said cocking an eyebrow,
' If there's a beast in that man it's met its match in that woman…that little beauty'.
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