‘It was a padded cell, and there was a low wide wooden bench covered with a black cloth.
Lying on her back and bound to it, her legs raised straight up in the air and straddled a full yard apart by a round stick at each end of which metal gyves clamped her slim ankles, was an extraordinarily lovely girl of about twenty-four.
The captive girl was of medium height, with impertinent oval shaped face, gray-green eyes, an insolently uplifted nose, and a small but very ripe mouth.
Her arms were dragged out beyond her and fastened with buckling straps at the wrists, the straps then abruptly descending to the legs of the bench.
She was stark naked except for a gaudy purple satin-elastic garter-belt whose narrow tabs hooked to the tops of flesh-coloured, very gauzy nylons.
Still more symbolic, lying over this small pile of garments was a five-thonged, short-handled black leather whip. ...’
Male Dom - M/F
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CAPTIVES OF THE BLACK CHATEAU
Not far from
the magnificent, rugged coast of the Big Sur, near Carmel, a terrain made
famous by the great poet Robinson Jeffers, there stands a castle-like house
made of curious black stone, very much like volcano rock. It is about
twenty-six miles west of the arterial highway 101 which connects San Francisco
with Los Angeles, yet isolated enough and with no houses within a range of four
miles on either side so as to become virtually a part of the landscape. Not far
from the chateau, the Pacific Ocean stretches, and sometimes when the wind is
high, the great waves pound on the rocks a hundred feet below, since the
chateau was built on a fortified incline above the shore and the pebbled beach
The road to
the chateau was obscure and required a map even for an expert driver, and it
was so contrived. Half a mile before you came upon it,
there was a large forest of Douglas fir and spruce and elm, and waist-high
buffalo grass, which helped to camouflage its presence even more.
narrow road, which was dirt and not at all paved, wound circuitously about ten
miles north of Carmel, and seemed to be aimless and ambling. At a fork near a
deep ravine where a lightning-scarred giant oak tree stood, still defying the
elements, the road wound at last towards the ominous building which seemed so
anachronistic, so out of place and yet, because of the rugged grandeur of this
coastal area, singularly part of it.
Larson looked nervously out of the rear window of the limousine. Though she had
lived in Los Angeles most of her twenty-five years, she had never really seen
any part of Northern California and certainly not this isolated coast with its
rocks and coves and heavy surf. It was late afternoon, in mid-July, and already
the treacherous drifting fog which had already begun to engulf San Francisco to
the north could be seen rising over the edges of the coastline.
“Will we be
there soon?” she turned to the handsome, prematurely gray
haired woman beside her.
“I’d say in
about fifteen minutes, my dear. I realize it’s rather lonely out here, but then
remember the opportunity is great and so is the salary. As for comforts, you’ll
find the chateau provides everything that could be desired, and then one can
always get back into town.”
suppose so.” Vanessa bit her lower lip, doubts beginning to cloud her mind, as
she leaned back and sighed.
She had met
Miss Evelyn Douglas in Monterey, having taken a Greyhound bus from Los Angeles
that morning. In fact, the woman had been waiting for her in the depot, and had
taken her directly to the limousine where a liveried chauffeur with receding
black hair and thin lips and hawk-like nose, was waiting.
Larson at first had seen the ad in the Los Angeles newspaper, and since she had
lost her job as a secretary to Matthew Pearsall, sales manager of a lumber
company, two weeks before that, she had really needed a job badly. Naturally,
with the times being what they were, a single girl couldn’t save too much money
out of the skimpy salary, not if she had to dress properly. If only Mr. Pearsall hadn’t tried to get personal with her - she
had been doing so well there, for a whole year and even had a raise!
And of course
he had given her a bad reference, so the employment agencies had been a little
hesitant about placing her. That was why the minute she had seen the ad, she
had sat down and had written a letter and mailed it to the post office box indicated.
It had read:
‘Wanted - Secretary - Companion.
college graduate, personable, neat, must, be free to travel. Excellent
She had had a
telephone call at the cheap little boarding house where she had moved to after
losing her job, because she just couldn’t afford the upkeep other apartment
with such an uncertain future. It had been Evelyn Douglas, who had spoken in a
very cultured, contralto voice and told her that her letter was quite
interesting and could she possibly send another with even more personal facts
was she engaged or likely to be married in the near future, and were her
parents living, and what was her height and weight, the color
of her hair and skin and eyes?
the prospect of finding something that might be a real dream job after the
succession of unfortunate misadventures she had already had after her
graduation from college four years ago, Vanessa had sat down and composed a
second letter with all the details about herself. Her
parents were dead, she had only an aunt and uncle living in a little town in
Oregon with whom she occasionally corresponded, she wasn’t engaged, and she’d
had to work since leaving college because her parents’ business had gone into
bankruptcy and there’d been no legacy at all.
three days ago, Evelyn Douglas had called again and told her that Mr.Himberton would like to have
a personal interview with her, and her expenses would be paid and she would
even be given a hundred dollars as a kind of consolation in the event she
wasn’t hired. It was Mr.Himberton’s
ailing aunt whose companion she was to be, and he himself was a writer and
occasionally dictated, so she would also work for him. The salary, if Vanessa
proved satisfactory, would begin at $150 a week with room and board. There
would be occasional travel, but not excessive.
That was why
this Friday afternoon Vanessa Larson found herself in the black limousine
heading towards the black chateau and a destiny she could not have conceived in
her wildest imagination. At twenty-five, she was magnificently provocative,
rather tall, about five feet eight inches in height. Her face was heart shaped, her light-brown hair coiffed in a fluffy bob. Her
eyes were dark blue, very large and widely spaced between the bridge of a straight nose with dainty wings. She had a full
ripe mouth, for she was quite an emotional young woman. Also, she was a virgin,
though she had been briefly engaged to a senior at UCLA and then broken off
with him when she had found that he really wanted to get her to bed and didn’t
much care whether they eventually got married.
It was not
only her features which attracted the male, but most of all her sumptuous body.
Her waist was slim, and thus it accentuated all the more the tempting jut of
her big, widely spaced round breasts, so firm and erect on her chest that she
really did not need a bra, though of course she wore one. Her hips were spacious, her buttocks broadly rounded yet compact with a
very narrow crease between them. Her long thighs were delightfully graceful,
her calves sinuous and high-set. Her finely grained skin was tawny, and
freckles dotted her cheeks and nose and forehead in a most provocative way.
“Here we are
at last, dear. I know it’s been a long ride but now all you have to think about
is pleasing Mr.Himberton,”
Evelyn Douglas was saying to her just as the big limousine turned down the
broadening road which led directly to the chateau. Vanessa uttered a gasp of
surprise at its sudden sight, its emergence out of all this rugged and desolate
seen anything like that before - why, it’s - it’s like a castle!” she
ejaculated. And then she turned to look anxiously at her chaperon: “But who
would have expected such a curious building out in the middle of nowhere. Miss
“Mr.Himberton is quite rich and a
little eccentric. He’s spent a bit of time in Europe and he likes German
castles. So he had this built some years ago.”
Vanessa Larson stammered, though she didn’t quite see at all. Still in all, the
prospect of that wonderful salary and the money she could save by having her
meals there and a room as well momentarily overcame her sudden misgivings.
Douglas smiled reassuringly. She was a woman of about thirty, oval faced, with
dark, almost black eyes, high-set cheek bones, almost as tall as Vanessa but
more svelte. She wore an attractive green faille dress, a neat blue pillbox hat
with a feather at a jaunty angle over her short-bobbed black hair, and her lips
were thin and her nose aquiline with severely thin wings. She had represented
herself to Vanessa as Peter Himberton’s business
manager, explaining that many of his books under pennames were best sellers and
that she acted also as his agent, as well as arranging the itinerary when he
limousine drew up in front of the chateau, Evelyn Douglas opened the door and
extended her hand to Vanessa who emerged, smoothing down her blue cotton skirt
and glancing nervously at her beige nylons to make sure they didn’t have a run
or ladder in them.
touched his cap to the two women, got back into the limousine, and drove it
around to one side where there was a small rectangular building at the side of
the chateau itself which served as garage.
Evelyn Douglas, taking Vanessa by the wrist, led her up the stone steps and to
the door of the chateau. She pressed the doorbell, and a sound of chimes was
heard. The door opened and Vanessa perceived that a tall, gray
haired man in slacks and smoking jacket, a pipe in his hand, stood before her.
“Here we are,
Douglas said cheerfully. “This is Miss Larson.”
pleasure, my dear,” he extended his hand. “Please come in and let’s get the
formal part of the interview over with. I do hope you’ll be the right one for
Aunt Abigail. She’s very exacting, but at first sight I’d say that you have a
very good chance of pleasing her. You’re certainly attractive, and she likes a
pretty face around her. Do come in.”
have any need of me, Mr.Himberton?”
Evelyn Douglas asked.
“No, not at the outset. I’ll ring for you if I need you, Miss Douglas. Thanks
again for bringing this lovely young woman for me,” he chuckled.
to the bemused Vanessa, he said, “This way down the hall, to my office. I hope
you’re not worried by our being so far away from civilization? I have an
excellent chef, and of course it’s not a long ride to either Los Angeles or San
Francisco whenever we want to go shopping for anything. The house is very comfortable
and I’m sure you’ll be happy here if Aunt Abigail takes a liking to you. There
are just a few more questions I have to ask you first before I introduce you to
course, Mr Himberton. My goodness,” Vanessa glanced
around at the high ceilings and the stone floors, which seemed to be set in a
kind of mosaic pattern. “It must have cost a fortune to build a place like
then that’s what money is for. Miss Larson. Here we are now.” He opened a door
at the left of the arrow corridor, and ushered her into it. She found herself
in a magnificent study room, with thick rugs on the floor, a luxurious couch, a
secretary at one corner filled with books on the three uppermost shelves, a
writing desk with a chair in front in which he promptly sat, gesturing to her
to draw up one of the other chairs.
He opened a
manila folder and took out her two letters. Just briefly, I want to refresh my
self about you. Miss Larson. Hm, That’s
very good. You’re just about the right age. And you say you aren’t engaged, and
you only have the aunt and uncle as your living relatives. Do you see them very
seen them since they came to my parents’ funeral, Mr.Himberton. I get a letter once in a while, but
they’re getting old and they live in a little farm and they’re pretty much
wrapped up in themselves.”
“I see. Well,
so far that’s very good. Yes, I think I might be inclined to give you a try. Oh
one thing more - you take shorthand and type, I assume?”
My shorthand isn’t too good, but I can certainly brush up on it.”
see. And now, if you please, I’d like to see your body.”
not been prepared for this abrupt declaration, and her eyes widened and her
cheeks flamed as she stared uncomprehendingly at him for a moment.
understand you, Mr.Himberton
simple. I’d like to see you undress. Don’t be alarmed, not naked. Just your
dress and whatever you have under it.”
“Mr.Himberton, I don’t understand
why I should have to take off my clothes in order to get a job like this as a
secretary and companion to your aunt,” Vanessa said indignantly as she rose
from her chair. “I think maybe there’s been a mistake. I don’t think I want
this job after all.”
contrary, you’re going to want it very badly. Yes, you’re extremely
satisfactory. In fact, so much so that I hereby engage you.
And since you are now my employee, you will obey my first order. Undress at
seemed to glitter and narrow, and his mouth curved in a mocking smile. He had
risen from the desk and was leaning slightly forward, and she had the
impression that he was strong and powerful, perhaps in his fifties, but still
“I won’t do
any such thing! You’ve got me here under false pretences, Mr Himberton, and I don’t care for that at all. Miss Douglas
said that I’d have a hundred dollars if I wasn’t satisfactory - well, I’d be
very grateful if you’d give me that and see that I got back to Los Angeles. I’m
sorry I wasted your time, but I’m not that sort of girl!” she exclaimed, her
voice trembling with indignation and disappointment. All this time wasted, all
these high hopes for a wonderful job, and now this - why, she might just as
well have stayed at the lumber company and let Mr.
Pearsall keep patting and pinching her and making those filthy remarks about
what he’d like to do to her and what he would do for her if she’d only let him.
refuse?” he asked coldly.
“Of course I
do! I’m not a striptease artist, I don’t model in the nude, and I’m not a
prostitute. I just want a job, and I thought this was a decent one. Now will
you please let me out of here?”
His smile deepened and he considered her for a moment with steely blue eyes
which felt no mercy or compassion. Then he reached below the desk to press a
hidden buzzer at the edge.
turned and was going towards the door when suddenly it was flung open and two
men in black hoods with cut-outs for the eyes and nose only, completely robed
down to their ankles, entered. They wore sandals, and at first glance they
looked like monks - but the sinister appearances left by these mask-like hoods
made Vanessa utter a cry of horror and recoil.
fast work. Numbers Three and Seven,” Himberton
chuckled humourlessly. “You will begin Vanessa’s training immediately. I had
just given her the order to take off her dress, slip or whatever else it is
she’s wearing under it, and of course she refused. Your first duty then, will be to make her comply with that order. Take care
not to spoil her, not the first time. I’ll visit her later tonight.”
God’s name - what does this mean - who are those horrible men -oh God - no
don’t touch me - help – oh God, what are you going to do? Stop - oh don’t,
you’re hurting my wrists, help me, oh help me please, oh Mr.Himberton, what are you going to do to me?”
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