BDSM Library - Story: Vae Damnati, Chapter: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 Ancilla

Gideon was lead down a lengthy elevator ride to the bottom floor. It opened directly into the base of the open shaft that you could see from so many floors above. A cafeteria that served all the dining needs of the live-in employees largely dominated the space. Calling it a cafeteria was a misnomer as well. It was elegant, with expensive tables and chairs. A large water complex was sprawled out through the entire floor dotted with extensive tropical plant life. Indeed too, the climate seemed to be controlled to give it an almost tropical feel. Overall, Gideon had to admit that the atmosphere was fairly convincing and impressive.

Small pools were set into the stone walkways that made up the entire cafeteria. Various built up stone structures served to act like water falls for the extraordinary water system. A handful of fountains even sprayed the water into the air periodically. All manor of vegetation was gathered around and in the water itself: ferns, palm trees, lily pads and any number of other plants that Gideon couldnt identify.

As for the food served at the location, once again the term cafeteria fell horribly short. Rather then a string of women passing out slop onto a tray, as the word cafeteria inspires, almost any type of food that a patron could desire was available. Various complex stands served to cook whatever was on the minds of the diners and they took them back to their tables on expensive looking trays, to eat off of expensive looking plates with expensive looking silverware.

Several company employees were apparently up late catching a snack while they burned the midnight oil and their attention seemed to be directed to Gideon the moment he doors open. Perhaps it was the security detail that escorted him or perhaps his reputation had indeed preceded him that well. Whatever the case the half dozen men and women in the room eyed him carefully as he follow the security team through the foliage and to the other side of the cafeteria. Gideon simply smirked.

From there they led him into a wing that was obviously dedicated to living quarters. The number 1 followed the letter A and then by an ever-increasing string of numbers lay on each door that he passed. He had no doubt that this somehow designed the area and floor of such a massive complex. His curiosity was soon satisfied without ever having to speak to a word.

The number designates the floor you are on. Obviously youre on floor one. Ms. Vasser has said that you are not confined to your room, Gideon was amused by this comment. As if they could confine him, but she requests that you do not travel above floor 3.

He paused for a moment, The letter designates the section. Signs tell you how to get to each housing section. Obviously youll be stating in housing section A. Gideon nodded slightly.

He simply folded his hands behind his back and continued to follow them around each turn and down each corridor, carefully taking stock of how to get to and from this place. The carpet was the same nice red as all the other floors and the lights had dimmed to give the entire place a night time feel. He didnt mind at all, as the lights in the majority of this building irritated him. After only a few more moments they stopped at a door which was marked 1A203s.

The S, the security guard interrupted Gideons study of the hall, only designates it as a suite. Theres no room 1A203. Just this room.

Thank you, Gideon responded slightly as he took the key from they security staffs outstretched hand.

Have a good evening, sir, He responded with a nod and the entire group turned on there heals to exit.

For several seconds Gideon studied the door and then the key before finally fitting it into the lock with the familiar sound of moving tumblers. He turned the key effortlessly and twisted the knob. As he stepped in he half expected a hotel styled suite. He was gravely mistaken.

The entire place looked like a luxury apartment. The doorway immediately led to several steps that took you into a sunken living room. Leather furniture and a wide screen TV occupied that area along with a ornate glass coffee table. The floors were highly polished hard wood and he could practically see his reflection in them. Beyond the living room and back up onto the main level was a table and chairs that signified a dining area. The table looked to be of a dark wood like mahogany and was elegantly made. Separating the dining area from the kitchen was a half counter, which not only had ample space to prepare food, but also a sink. The refrigerator was directly behind that. Beyond the kitchen was a door that presumably led to the bathroom and to the left of the living room was a door that presumably led to the bedroom. The place was frankly, amazing. It was definitely superior living to the tiny one room that Gideon lived in back in LA.

It was not the room that he found most shocking, however. It was the sole occupant of the room. Despite telling Vasser that he did not want the company of her slave girl, there she was waiting for him. She was dressed exactly the same as she had been when they first met and was keeling in exactly the same position that she was during his conversation with Vasser. The only difference was her arms. Instead of being bound at the wrist, she instead wore a black leather arm sleeve that bound them together from her wrists all the way up to her shoulders and encase her hands. In such a position she was, without a doubt, completely helpless. Though her head was help up by her collar, her eyes were firmly locked on his feet the moment he entered the room.

Good evening, Dominus, she said firmly, but submissively, Mistress Vasser has determined that I should attend to your needs this evening.

Gideon closed the door behind him and paced into the room. For a moment he moved around the young girl and took her in completely. He was not pleased to see her in his room, however at the same time he wasnt completely displeased by her presence. That was strange indeed. He usually preferred his privacy, I thought I explained to Ms. Vasser that I would not be needing your company?

Collette shifted uneasily in her bonds and cleared her throat, That is not my decision, Dominus. She has dispatched me here and here is where I must go.

Gideon settled onto the white leather soft where he had a vantage point of the girl from behind. She hadnt moved a muscle to face him or look at him yet, Well, he finally waved a dismissive hand, go and inform your Mistress that your services are not required and I politely release you.

Collette stifled a cough slightly, Should I return to my Domina this evening, I will most certainly be punished for my insolence in not pleasing you to the best of my abilities. However, she considered for a split second before finishing her sentence as she struggled to her feet, if that is what you wish, Dominus.

Gideon watched her pull herself up from her kneeling position despite her hefty restraint and smirked slightly, she certainly was graceful given her situation. After another moment he finally muttered half under his breath, Wait. You are here to please me, yes?

Collette finally turned her attention back to him and nodded as best she could, Yes, Dominus. That is my role.

He couldnt just send the girl back without releasing her to a painful fate, but neither did he want to abuse some 15-year-old girl for no reason. His mind found a middle ground that irritated him a considerable deal, Conversation would please me. He was obviously lying, and Collette knew it. But the girl smiled slightly as he spared her from certain punishment.

Thank you, Dominus. I would be delighted to engage you in conversation, she fell immediately back to her knees facing him.

Gideon rose to his feet effortlessly and tossed his suite jacket back onto the couch where hed once been sitting. A single finger reached up to loosen his tie slightly as he studied the girl further. Once his own comfort was ensured a little more he tilted his head to the side, You cant possibly be comfortable like that.

I am comfortable in whatever position or restraints you wish me to be comfortable in, Dominus.

Gideon rolled his eyes slightly behind his sunglasses and sighed a forced noise, First thing. If you are going to irritate me all night, at least stop calling me Dominus.

Collette nodded again as best she could, Yes, Master.

Not that either, he nearly barked.

For a moment the girl looked stunned as if she didnt know what to do. Every man in her world was either Master or Dominus, Then what should I call you, Ma ummm

Gideon chuckled slightly and shrugged, Try Mal.

Collette blinked a single time and actually let her eyes meet his shaded ones for the first time ever, Mal?

Yes, Gideon responded quietly, Its a nick name, he held up a stern finger and continued with an equally stern voice, and one not many are allowed to use!

Collette smiled weakly, I am unaware of how much of this building my Domina has wired for sound. If she caught me addressing you in such a manor, I would certainly be punished mercilessly for such an improper address of someone of higher station, she thought for a moment and raised an eyebrow, Can we perhaps find a middle ground with the term, sir?

Gideon nodded a little and shrugged, I suppose. Now, as I was saying before. Are you comfortable? And I dont want some programmed response where you tell me that whatever I want is what you want.

Collette narrowed her eyes slightly. They were suddenly treading on dangerous waters. The slightest slip of the tongue could wind her up in a world of hurt. Was he trying to make her feel comfortable to trap her? Did he want to make her fail her Domina so that Vasser would punish her? It was a distinct possibility. She knew that most of Vampire kind were sadistic monsters. Perhaps that was Gideons game. She knew little about his type though. She was familiar with her Dominas ancestry. She knew that Vasser was descended from the Marquis De Sade himself, part of his particularly cruel Bloodline that belonged to a large body of Vampires calling themselves Domus Luxuria. But she knew nothing of Gideons ancestry or what their vices and depravities were.

Fearfully she licked her lips slightly and dropped her attention to the floor while she thought. After a moment she took a deep breathe and returned her gaze to his, taking a single giant leap, No, sir. I am uncomfortable.

Gideon nodded a little and moved around behind her and began to unbuckle and then unlace the restraints that held her arms behind her back. She flexed her shoulders slightly with a tiny moan as he pulled the device off her body. Gideon noticed that the tiny locks that held her corset on her body were also removed. It was obvious that Vasser intended him to use this poor girl in any way hed wanted.

How about this? he said running his hand over the smooth leather of her corset, And this? he said touching the strict collar that held her head.

Collette regressed back from trusting him completely as her own hand touched her collar lightly. She couldnt remember the last time she was without one. It was far too much for her to ask him to completely remove her restraints so instead she fell back on her programmed response, Whatever pleases you, sir.

Gideon began to remove the buckles from her corset and as soon as it was loose, helped her to slip free. It was tossed effortlessly to the floor along with her collar the moment he had removed that as well. Her still latex clad hand reached up to touch her neck lightly, feeling flesh there for this first time in ages. Gideon had turned his back on her and made his way across the living room. She took that opportunity to stand to her full height and reach to her side. In a single tug the leather tie that was holding her skirt on came loose and that garment dropped to her feet as well. Her hands fell to her sides and her chin up proudly as she waited for Gideon to turn.

The moment he looked back at her she spoke softly, Thank you, sir. Please take what you wish.

Gideons eyes looked over her for a moment passively. Though he gave no outward expression, something horrifying caught his eye immediately. She was completely hairless from the neck down and where her sex should have been there was only a metal plate. It look liked a tiny ovular piece of silvery sheet metal. It covered just where her pussy should have been and was affixed to her body by dozens of small surface piercings, making it appear riveted to her flesh. A tiny section of the metal was perforated so that she could handle any business that would be required in the bathroom.

She barely caught his eyes focused on that from behind his sunglasses and her face turned to worry, I apologize sir, but I am not permitted to give that. She took a step towards him, fear filling her eyes to think that she could not please him and that only one thing would result: punishment, But you may use me in any other way you wish!

Youve never Gideon began, his normally stoic voice filled with a tiny mix of horror and wonder.

Had regular sex? she nodded a little, The day I turned 13. I was bent over a table and strapped down. Many of the Dominas male slaves that were permitted to use their genitals had their way with me for the better part of a week, she spoke about such a horrific event as if it was a casual affair. Gideon was more then a little skilled at reading people and he could see repression and trauma when it stared him in the face. He remained silent however, and let the girl continue, All the while, my Domina used her kinds abilities to make the experience all that much more

Gideon interrupted her while she searched for an appropriate word, Horrible?

Collette swallowed slightly and gave him an uneasy smile, No wonderful. I would only find out days later once this, she motioned to the metal shield, was attached to me, the girl paused and shifted uneasily while Gideon studied her, his gaze penetrating directly into her eyes. For her part, her stare could no longer meet his and she returned her attention to the proper place for her status, the floor. Finally she cleared her throat and continued, She wanted me to know what I would never have again.

There was an uneasy tension that filled the room for a moment and finally Gideon broke it, Im going to take a shower. Make yourself comfortable.

Collettes eyes nearly snapped up to his and were immediately filled with pleading, Allow me to help you, sir? He looked at her questioningly for a moment so she feel inclined to explain, I hate to feel useless

Gideon scowled slightly and rolled his eyes, Fine but thats all your doing.

Yes, sir, she said with a slight smile and trotted after him into the spacious bathroom.

The room was tiled in all white with gold accents. The floor space of the bathroom was nearly as large as the room Gideon called his bedroom back home. Though in truth his bedroom was a partitioned section of his apartment with a mattress on the floor. There were two full sinks, two toilets, a raised hot tub and a shower that could probably fit six people comfortably. Collette quickly removed the last articles of her own clothing, her shoes and the latex gloves and stockings that she wore. They were neatly folded and placed on the counter top.

Gideon had hardly had a moment to take in the entire surroundings before she was waiting attentively for him. Without even being asked, she had gathered up a fluffy white towel and placed it on the counter near the shower. Trained to service anyones needs she immediately noticed how the lights caused Gideon to squint noticeably, even behind his sunglasses. Still without prompting she made her way to an adjustment knob and turned the setting down considerably until the room was dimly lit. She couldnt help but deny that it made the atmosphere a little more romantic. Her actual mission, after all, was to gather information and men talked better in bed then they did out of it. Still, there was something else in her motives that even she couldnt place a finger on.

Gideons bank account, given his work and age were extensive to say the least. However, his Spartan attitude and way of life caused him to often forget to take care of his possessions properly. This was evidenced by his casual removal of his expensive tie and the way he cast it to the floor. Only his weaponry was well maintained. Almost everything else he owned was merely a tool that could be easily replaced.

Collette was not so haphazard in her affairs and she immediately stooped to gather up his tie, fold it perfectly and place it next to the towels. This continued with each garment; it was removed, cast aside carelessly, gathered up and set aside neatly. His boots were placed beneath the counter in perfectly alignment with the edge. Though she wasnt obsessive compulsive, enough beatings could instill that kind of care in anyone. As soon as Gideon had removed his clothing and Collette had set it aside he stretched slightly, looking around to get himself a towel before he noticed that she had already done that. By the time he turned his attention back to her, she was already preparing the water and adjusting it for temperature.

How do you like your water, sir? she asked just loudly enough to be heard above the din.

Steaming, he responded idly while he continued to observe the lavish suite he had been given.

After a few moments, hot steam was pouring out from the opening in the smoked glass that separated the shower stall. Collette was standing by it with a practiced smile on her face. Gideon only nodded once and stepped into the water, followed by the girl. I can bathe myself, he stated to her.

But why should you have to? she asked with genuine inquisition.

You arent going to take no for an answer, are you?

No, sir.

Gideon nodded a little and turned his back to her, resting his arms and head against the wall, Fine then you can wash my back.

Collette nodded and began soaping a washcloth. For those few moments she let herself study his physique in detail. He was nearly perfect, but most Vampires, she had found, were impressive physical specimens. She had learned over the years that there were two kinds.

The first were those born to a parent who is a Vampire. She was told this was very rare. If the mother is the human parent and the father the Vampire, usually the mother dies during child birth. Very rarely are such pregnancies even carried to term. If the father was mortal and the mother the Vampire, it is nearly impossible for him to impregnate her. In any case, she heard rumor that these creatures were pre-born. The moment they are conceived they attain full consciousness and even fragmented memories of their parents. This is said to have a traumatic effect on the child. Something else is said to happen during their development. Something darker that taints all of their minds, but what it was, Collette could never discern. These born Vampires were call Pure Bloods and mature to adult hood in 15 to 18 years and they spend the rest of their lives appearing to be in there early 20s. The oldest known of their kind stretches back to the time of the Persian Empire.

The second type of Vampire were said to be much weaker, but more common. These Half Bloods, are those normal humans who are given a chance to ingest the blood of the Pure on three separate occasions. These Half Bloods cease aging at the moment of their transformation and are said to be more stable creatures then those of a pure lineage. These can appear in any manor that a human being could.

Gideon was well muscled, though not overtly so. He was more toned and lithe then anything else. Standing nearly six and a half feet tall he likely weighted in at 230 lbs of solid muscle. His complexion was ashen, like most of his kind, though it didnt seem to be quite as pallor as most. Collette didnt quite understand why. He had a strong jaw line and broad shoulders and was what any woman would consider a nearly perfect male. His hair was dark and shaved close around the sides and back with the top only slightly longer. His eyes were a shade of purple unfound in humanity and resembled a mix of animal and human more then purely human.

Collettes hand traced over a number of slight ridges over his back that were obviously faded scars, she had enough of her own to recognize. She cleared her throat slightly and barely murmured, Sir, if I may ask how are you scarred. I was under the impression that those born to be Vampires could regenerate damaged tissue from birth. Surely someone of your reputation is not

Gideon turned to face her and lean his back against the shower wall. Water poured down on both of them a dozen spouts that lined the shower stall at various heights. He couldnt deny a slight stirring while he took in her wet, shinnying body and her vibrant hair plastered to her face. But he refused to let any emotion get the better of him; it could only end badly, No. Im not. We are born capable of regeneration, but there are wounds grievous enough even for our kind to leave marks. Especially for my Bloodline during the daylight hours.

Daylight hours? Collette inquired with her head tilted to the side. For the moment she had forgotten her proper self and simply wanted to know more.

Gideon nodded slightly, My Bloodline can move about during the day, even in direct sunlight. However, from the time the sun rises until it sets we are barely more then mortals.

Collettes eyes narrowed slightly. How strange: a vampire that could move about in the sun. For the moment she put aside her questions and returned to the activity at hand. He turned back to face the wall and she began to scrub his body clean. Covering his entire left shoulder was an ornate black and white tattoo. Collette studied it for a moment while she cleaned him. She finally came to the conclusion that it was a symbol she had never seen and could not identify. She had heard that all Pure Bloods were born with a birthmark that symbolized their House, or Domus as they referred to it in Latin. It was always the same, in the same place and appeared to be a black and white tattoo. Her hand instinctively ran over the ink that she had just above the metal shield between her legs. Her Domina had placed her own s symbol on her body, marking her as property effectively.

After several moments of cleaning, Gideon turned back to face her. He found her gazing up at him almost adoringly. His hand took hers lightly in an attempt to remove the washcloth from her grip. Instead however the girl rested both of her small hands on his vast chest and stretched up on her tip toes to press her lips against his. It was a hell of a stretch for the five foot seven inch girl, but she managed to reach. For a moment, Gideon allowed her to do so. He seemed almost to be lost in the moment. It was daring of her, especially given her status in life and how little she knew him. He could report such rash behavior to her Domina and Collette would find herself suspended and whipped for days. Still, the silver ring in her lip pressed tightly against Gideons lips while her pierced tongue attempted to pass between them. It was then that he pulled away and pressed his back against the wall.

For a moment, Collette didnt know what to do. Making a snap decision and another bold move she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Her intentions were obvious and as she moved towards him, Gideons hand reached out to snatch her hair roughly.

You dont want this, he said with a hushed growl.

Collette fell back on her programmed response once more, Its not about what I want, sir

Gideons eyes narrowed harshly down at her and all progress the two had made seemingly vanished in an instant. He became just as cold and distant as he had been the moment shed met, Fine. This isnt what I want then. I believe we are done here. He said nothing more as he released her and stepped out of the shower.

Collette rose to her feet quietly and shut off the water, As you wish, Dominus. As if her tone and words were not enough to signal it, Gideon could actually feel the girls mood shift. Just as he had pulled away from her and become distant, she reverted to her well trained self. She was formal, polite and submissive. Her eyes were planted to the floor as she exited the shower.

She immediately gathered a towel and fell once again to her knees, her gaze always on his feet as she dried him selflessly. For that awkward moment, not a word was exchanged between them. Only when she was satisfied that he was completely dried did she fold the towel up and placed it in the hamper. She then stood at perfect attention; her legs spread slightly, eyes on the floor and her hands behind her back.

Gideon looked her over for a moment and scowled slightly, I apologize

Collette closed her eyes slightly and uttered softly, There is no need to apologize, Dominus. I am here strictly for your pleasure.

Gideon nodded a little and started to exit the bathroom, I believe that is all I will need this evening.

Collette nodded only once, If that is your wish, Dominus.

When he returned to the living room he noticed a black leather backpack was seated on the couch. It was from his car. He had always traveled light, but did come prepared for most eventualities. Thankfully he had some lighter closes to wear to bed. Only moments later he had riffled through it and found a pair of cotton draw string pants that flowed around him loosely. It was warm enough where that would suffice for the night.

A moment of curiosity caused him to look back into the back and he chuckled softly. Of course they had removed his other assorted firearms and knifes before they dropped it off in his room. Still, it unnerved him slightly that someone had gone in his car without his knowledge. He dismissed the thought for a moment and glanced around the room.

Only a moment later he ducked his head back into the bathroom to find Collette still standing there, soaking and shivering, Why dont you dry yourself off and go to bed?

Collette nodded slightly, Of course, Dominus. Where would you like me to sleep?

Gideon shrugged slightly, Wherever you like.

Collette sighed a frustrated noise and clenched her teeth together, I have to insist once more that my desires do not factor into it, Dominus. Where would you like me to sleep?

Gideon sighed slightly, Would you like to sleep in the bed, he eyed the apartment beyond the bathroom, Im sure its large enough for two.

Collette wanted to scream out that she would love to sleep in bed with him. She would love for him to do anything to her. Every moment with him was like heaven compared to her Domina. But she had learned her lesson. If their relationship was to continue to be amicable she had to learn they were not friends and she could not treat him like such, not that the girl had any real notion of what a friend was, If that would please you, Dominus.

Gideon rolled his eyes a little and nodded, It would.

Only then did the girl move. She toweled herself off swiftly and exited the bathroom, following a few feet behind Gideon as he made his way towards the bedroom. Sure enough the bedroom was as spectacular as he imagined it would be. The bed was nothing short of a four-poster king sized and the room itself was amazing. The sheets that adorned the bed were obviously silk and there was a small sitting area about the size of his living room in LA. Gideon mused to himself how all of this was wasted on someone that required so little.

He meandered across the room and inspected a closet on the opposite side. He smirked slightly and raised a brow. It was filled with all manors of devices that he had no doubt Vasser intended him to use on the poor girl that she had sent him. Whips, chains, restraints and various leather garments that appeared about her size filled the alcove. Shaking his head slightly he closed the doors and turned to see Collette looking at him expectantly. For a moment there was a hint of hope she would perhaps have a little play. The moment she saw him close the closet however, her heart sank.

He slipped into bed quietly and laid his head back on one of the pillows, folding both his hands beneath. Only after he had made himself comfortable did she slip in beside him. For a moment she considered if she should remain at a distance. Ultimately however, she decided that everyone likes a warm body snuggled up against him or her in bed, at least she imagined. She had never really slept with anyone before, as in over night in a bed together. She laid down mostly on her side, one arm folded under her body the other resting on his chest lightly. Her head she placed on the other side of his upper torso.

For a second Gideon almost pulled away. Instead however, he resigned to this small annoyance and grumbled. Why anyone would want someone else laying in bed with him or her was beyond him, especially this close. For the moment however, he grit his teeth slightly and wrapped one of his arms around her back. The contented coo that emanated from her body signed that she enjoyed the attention and he resigned himself to deal with it tonight. The only eerie presence was that he could feel the cool metal shield that tortured her pressed against his thigh. The cruelty of war was familiar to him and Gideon was guilty of any number of wartime atrocities. But this kind of cruelty was completely foreign. Cruelty for its own sake.

Shaking his head he closed his eyes. He would only have to put up with it and her for tonight. Tomorrow when he met with Vasser he would explain that he appreciated the gesture, but that he didnt want this girl near him. Everything would be much simpler then

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