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Annette's Reward: A Horror Story
- Annette's Reward: A Horror Story -
Annette was a very virtuous young girl, who lived on the outskirts of Paris in the years when still did the monarchy reign in France, before the revolution occurred that changed things forever. She lived, as happily as she pleased, in the house of her parents until she was thirteen years old and wore only ever the most beautiful of dresses and clothes and never failed to be seen in the most precious of jewelry. For it was known that her family was well off, if not wealthy precisely, and their money went a long way towards making the girl very happy indeed. Her childhood was pleasant, and though it was said that her father was a bit of a libertine, her mother was less so inclined and the girl took after her mother more than her father in all ways. Black of hair, green-eyed, and with full lips naturally shaded so as to look appealing even without cosmetics to enhance them. She was freckled and fair, lovely of shape and lovely of disposition. Many were the men who courted her even as so young an age, and most had ever the worst of intentions though they spoke the fairest of words and made them sound sincere. But such was Annette's inclinations that she was childlike more than adult in her thinking, and she preferred oft to collect dolls than to consider marriage proposals. All was well enough until the day her father took his libertine urges too far and attempted to do things with his daughter that only a husband normally is of a want to do with his wife. Annette's mother caught him in Annette's bedroom one night as he was in the act of trying to pull off her nightclothes to get between her legs. Something in her mind snapped, and the woman took one of her husband's dueling pistols and shot him to death with it. His blood did spray all over his young and innocent daughter, and his body fell forward atop her... his ruined face so close to her own, his death bulk pinning her to the bed as she screamed loudly. Her mother pushed the bloody corpse away, and then said unto her daughter: “By all that is holy! What have I done? I was in a mad state of mind, and something in me was unthinking. But he will never beat me again, nor shall he violate you. Precious child, help me to hide your father's body and perchance we shall get away with the deed I have committed to save us both from a life of abuse and suffering! Be not timid, but be strong as I know deep down you truly have the means to be... if we fail in this, I will be arrested and put to death. Though prison would come first, and both would leave you without the means to keep this house. For it was ever that you declined your suitors, and due to that you are in a precarious position.” And so artful did she word things, in so sensible a tone, that the young girl believed her mother had only the best of intentions for the both of them. But as strong as her heart was, Annette was not strong in body and she could not manage to move her father's heavy body off the bed. For the rigors of death had set in, and he had been a strong and muscular man in life. The mother was strong enough, and hardly timid, but there was no means to shift of move the dead body of her husband by the time the two were of a mind and of the necessary courage to attempt to do so. They pulled at his arms, and legs, and only managed to shift or move the body a bit... but it was all for naught! For a neighbor had heard the sound of the pistol and was of a mind to go forth and fetch the law and bring justice to the scene of this perhaps needful crime.
Annette's mother was, sure enough, arrested for her husband's murder and set to be executed for doing the crime she was too honest to deny having committed. Annette was left with no family nor friends to take her in, and so she went forth to each of the suitors who had sought her hand in marriage, and unto them she wept and explained her plight, so that they could she hoped feel sorry for her and take her in. To each she promised to wed them if they took such pity on her, but feeling vengeful at having been in the past rejected by her they all refused. Each man gave an excuse they believed was valid for this, and tried to make their cruelty sound reasonable. Some were already set to marry other women or girls, thus it was that they could not take her in even if they wished to, without arousing the jealousy of the one as they were promised to wed. Desperate, she began to beg strangers whom she thought looked kind, and it was all for naught. For they were just as cold and cruel and had less reasons to be so than the suitors.
That was how the young girl's misfortunes began, and worse things still were in store for her. One old man struck her with his cane when she approached him and began to explain her situation. A women as looked and appeared noble and kindly spat on her and told her to be off. She went back to her house but knew she could not stay there for long... and so she packed what few belongings she could take with her and put them in a sack, and this she carried with her along with some of her mother's money. She took a bit to freshen up and dress in her finest attire and jewelry, and then set out to make her way in the world as best she could. She had a goodly sum of money on her, and it was enough to rent an apartment in the city, in what seemed to be a decent end of town. But she had no job, no means, and every one that she was earnest in the asking for employment with refused her due to her lack of skills or experience. She could cook and clean, but either each employer already had enough help or they believed the girl was too desperate and perhaps not quite in her right mind... and so she was refused at every opportunity and this made her despondent and depressed to the breaking point. She had lost her father to his perversity... and her mother to the certainty of the gallows... and now she was inevitably going to be unable to pay her rent and so she would most certainly lose the only home that now remained to her, this meager but meaningful apartment she lived in. She explained things to her landlord, a young man who preferred it was said young boys to women or girls... and he had little compassion towards Annette due to him also having a certain hatred of the female gender. “It was not for nothing I rented you your living space, girl. Either you pay what is owed to me in one way... or in another.” and the girl was in tears, and asked of the cold seeming man: “But how? I am running out of money, and I need to eat as well as have a place to live. In what way should I pay you if not in coin?” And the man's mind was filled with wicked and very cruel imaginings, but he stifled them as he said unto her: “Child, you can always become a whore and I could be your whore-master. You are young, and beautiful, and any man you might approach and ask for certain favors from... they could never deny you! I am not the sort of man who falls for charms such as you possess, but most men prefer a mask of innocence yet a heart of sensuality. Surely, you are in possession of the knowing of how to please a man? If not, this is the perfect way to learn! I will not be your teacher, but you can always learn on the job, so to speak.” The girl blushed, and knew from all her mother's warnings about such women what a whore was. And she had no desire to become one! For her heart was desiring to keep to her purity until meeting the right man to love. And so she refused the offer with all earnestness, which angered the landlord who had sought to make a profit form the misery Annette was going through. “If you will not agree to my terms, then there is nothing I can do for you in order to help you.” he explained, trying to make himself sound like he was being compassionate. “But it is this, or you will surely end up on the streets once again! And we cannot have that, now can we? Do at the least consider my offer, girl... it will still stand until the day next when your rent is due. And even on that day, if you agree to accept, then I will wait until you earn the next month's rent in order to act. And if you earn it in my employ... I will allow you to stay on. And we shall forget this month's rent entirely! Is that not reasonable?” But she did not find it so, and Annette fell to her knees and begged the man to spare her this prospect, begging to be allowed to work as a house maid in his employ instead. “But then I would have to pay you, dear girl, and that is now how things work in this situation!” he said. “You are the one who owes me.” he explained, and left it at that. She got up off the floor, big farewell to the man who had her in his power one way or another... and she went back to her room. He owned the building, and the entire upstairs was his own living spaces. There was no way to avoid seeing him again between now and when next the rent was due, which was coming up in a few weeks time. Too short a span by far! And so did Annette grow more desperate than ever. She went to each of her neighbors, who lived in the other apartments in the same building... but all of them thought she was either mad or annoying and told her to go away. She wept and thought to herself at the last: “Cruel is my fate! When I can either so give up my virtue, or turn to crime to gain the money I need to keep living in this place. How wicked!”
And so, she deemed crime the lesser of two evils, and took to being a pickpocket in order to attempt to gain the money she needed to pay what she owed her landlord. She found that she was gifted at it, for her fingers were quite slender and dexterous, artist's fingers on an angel's hands... and her pure face and perfectly innocent appearance helped her distract her victims before relieving them of their money and sometimes jewelry that she would sell to a nearby pawn shop that asked no questions regarding where it was she got the things she was coming in regularly to sell to them. As the day the rent was due neared, the young thief had more than enough to pay her landlord, and plenty in reserve for food and all other essentials. She went to the man's office, and said unto him: “I am here with the money I owe you for this month's rent... and next month I will pay it early even. For I have found employment, and as luck would have it am quite good at the job I am doing!” and she gave him the coins with a smile. But, the landlord was suspicious of this, and asked her: “A job, you say? Doing what, if I might ask! Not long ago, you had no prospects for work, and were groveling at my feet to avoid working for me. I will not refuse your money, but I do find it very curious that you have come by it so quickly, and that things for you have changed so suddenly. Very curious indeed!” to which Annette replied, lying with each word she spoke: “I help certain people who have pets to care for their animals. I have found that I am good with animals, and there are many who have animals in need of care in this part of Paris.” It sounded as plausible as anything else, and though untrue the landlord fell for it. “Not a bad career I suppose! Good for you, Annette. But if that ever falls through... my offer of employment through me still stands, and will always remain open as a choice for you.” He had an evil gleam in his eye when he said that, and as ever she did not like the man. But she made a show of being happy, and walked out of his office with a sly grin on her face that he never saw. She would have to continue her criminal career, it was all that she was truly good at she realized, and so she kept stealing from her victims and accruing a fortune. For she always managed to choose the wealthiest and most careless of individuals to steal from. And never did she steal from people in the same part of the city. She ranged far and wide, and was as clever as she was stealthy in her methods. But soon, people began to put together the fact that every time someone had found their money or valuables missing... the same girl had approached them previously each and every time. So she got away with this for about a year, and by the time she turned fourteen years old it was evident that the law would sooner or later be watchful for her. She did not consider this, however. She was naive still, and never thought that anyone might question her innocence. Until the day when it was she tried to steal from a passing magistrate of the judicial system... one high in the esteem of many members of the nobility. He had heard stories of a young girl who approached strangers prior to them being robbed, and so when this girl approached him he said unto her immediately: “I will warn you of one thing, girl, before you say a word unto me! I am not easily distracted by a pretty face, and if you do mean to rob me... you will not find me an easy mark.” She swallowed hard, fidgeted with her hands in a way that betrayed her nervousness, and said unto the magistrate: “Oh but good sir! I would never thus think of robbing you, for you seem a man of goodly character and I am a girl of goodly character. I was merely of a mind to strike up a friendly conversation with you is all... and see what we may have to talk about that we share in common in the way of interests.” The man chuckled, and then noticed the two of them were in a side alley. He said to the girl in a certain biting tone of voice: “In an alley! Do you often approach men to talk about what you two might have in common in alleys? If you are not a thief, then you could only be a whore. A thief I will not tolerate, but a whore I can always use the services of. And by the Devil you are a beautiful girl indeed! I'll tell you what... use that pretty mouth of yours, upon my manhood's shaft, and I will pay you more than you would normally earn from ten men. I am well off in luxury, and quite generous when I am pleased.” The girl backed away from him, her back hitting a wall of a building behind her. She stammered and stuttered nervously, unsure of what to say. The man then walked up to her menacingly... and began to rub himself through his breeches. He was licking his lips.
Before she could react, he struck her in the face and pulled up the skirts of her dress. His hands were tearing down her undergarments, and before she knew what was happening he pulled her flat unto the ground and pushed her legs apart, forcing himself between them... and shoving his cock into her with a great deal of force. Her body betrayed her with each heave of his body. Her virginity was taken fast and roughly, the blood between her legs evidence of this ravishment. Her body shuddered and acted as ever does a woman's or a girl's when her maidenly virtue is claimed for the first time. Her shrieks and moans were loud, but anyone passing by that alley would merely assume she was a prostitute with a client, and few in this part of Paris that she was in on that day would bring the law down on people so engaged. In a sad turn of events, she set out to perpetrate a crime and was instead made a victim herself. She was, to be noticed, crying most piteously partly from pain and partly from shame. Her dress was torn open in the front, the man's hands and mouth had fallen upon her breasts and with many a groping and sucking he not enjoyed them well. Soon, she felt the liquid fire from his manhood shooting into her body, and thus was her ravishment complete. He gripped her tighter during this moment, and then he let go of her body and pulled his manhood out from between her legs. He tossed her a purse filled with coins, more than she had ever even seen before in her life, and laughed as he said: “So... not a whore after all, eh? Well, congratulations, girl! Because you are most definitely a whore now.” And he left her there in the alley like that, to contemplate her shame and the vileness with which he had stolen her virtue from her.
Following that, she realized she could make a great deal of money by offering men her body instead of stealing from them outright like she had been doing. She would have had to quit the life of a thief in short order anyway, but this tragic incident gave her the excuse to divest herself of that one taboo that still remained strong in her heart... and thus did she bid farewell to her virtue and greet more warmly a new ideal, one less virginal and more akin to a harlot's thinking. If she could endure the act that had so been perpetrated upon her once... she convinced herself that she could endure it a thousand times if she needed to. And aside from being struck violently, she had found some pleasure in the things the wealthy man had done to her otherwise. It was rape, surely, but for Annette it was her initiation into a life that if this had not taken place she might never have considered otherwise. Her first clients were men that she found physically attractive... comparable to Adonis in terms of male beauty. And of these, some were on the gentle side whilst others were hiding a cruel streak that they were given to vent upon poor Annette. Both of these types of handsome men paid well, but the crueler ones paid the most money... and sooner or later, the thought occurred to Annette that she could make the most money of all by allowing herself to be subjected to whatever cruelties such men desired to inflict. She was ever naive, ever foolish after a fashion, and ever in the belief that she was doing the right thing for her own well-being. She spent all of the remainder of her fourteen year on this world allowing herself to be abused in the most vile and wretched of ways, as she made her fortune either upon her back or upon all fours whilst being pounded from behind either in the cleft of her womanhood... maidenhood being long since gone from her... or in the place between her buttocks wherein no child could be conceived. She never got pregnant from any of these sessions anyway, and realized in short order that she was likely unable to conceive a child no matter what. That made her, in the eyes of most men and even some women... the ideal whore, and one that became sought after in many of the streets of Paris during the years in which she plied her trade. It was for a total of four years that she worked such a job beyond her fourteenth year, and by the time she turned eighteen she had gained a small measure of notoriety for herself in her chosen profession. This did not escape the notice of her landlord, who ever sought to make her work for him. Surely now, he so reasoned, with her virtue long since cast aside... Annette would be more than willing to earn a little bit extra working for him. But she did not want to have to give him the pimp's share, and so she refused the man every time he asked. “I need no whore-master to tell me how to ply my trade!” she told him, truly.
And so was he utterly vanquished in any notion he had ever held of making a profit off of Annette, by any means. He never refused the money she paid him in terms of her due rent, and never complained to her when she came into his office to pay it. That was why it shocked and surprised her the day when, as she was seated at his desk and making ready to pay him, he walked over to the door to his office and he stood in front of it, blocking her from leaving as he said unto her: “Annette... dear lady... over the years since you first rented your apartment from me, I have often offered you further gain as my employee. It has ever been that you refused my generosity each and every single time, but today I mean to have from you some satisfaction for these refusals.” But she knew his preferences, and laughed as she said to him in reply: “Satisfaction? Of what sort are you referring! We both know you have a taste for the buttocks of youthful lads, and no use for lasses of any sort. And already I pay you more than living here is worth. In another year or two I will have enough money to purchase my own house... and then... you will never even see me again. So in all seriousness, you are being quite ridiculous!” He then so walked over to her and said, his voice as cold as on his worst of days: “Then I should act with haste, should I not? Lest the opportunity slip past me!” And with that, he struck her into unconsciousness. The world went black, as he bore her away to a secret place that he kept beneath the apartment building he owned. A place where he often took his youthful boy paramours, but which was known to no one else. When Annette's eyes at last opened, she was tied to an X-shaped table in the middle of a dark basement chamber with only but a very small and narrow window to provide light from outside. The window was facing an abandoned building, and the landlord walked over to it and drew the thick drapes that were affixed to it so that at length no light from outside was shining in any longer. His predatory features were like a hawk's and he eyed the beautiful young woman as a hawk might eye its' prey. “Ah! You are awake at last.” he said, as he removed all of his own clothing and set his wig on a wooden model head set on a nearby table. He stood in front of her naked, though she herself was still fully clothed thankfully. His manhood grew as hard as a rock every time he looked at her, and so he averted his eyes from her as he said: “Normally, I must confess, I prefer boys. Little boys especially! They scream so beautifully, when we play together. But in your case, I intend to make an exception and today's playtime shall belong to you and I alone. As you can see... you excite me after all. Perhaps because of all your refusals of my offers to you! I am not a man who is often refused anything... I am not used to being told no. And so, I intend to show you that even if I do not get my way in one way... I shall have it satisfied in another. Consider this... service to a client! One you have been negligent in servicing for a very long time now.” Annette said to him a voice that was stronger than she thought it would have been in such circumstances: “So, you are going to rape me, eh? Nothing I have not been through before, and at the hands of better men than you. And a whole lot bigger endowed, also!” He then walked over to her, took his cock in his hand, and wiggled it in her face as he declared: “Really? I think not! This battering ram has breached the walls of many a lad's rear gates, and there are few whom I have fucked who were not bled by the experience. You will find that I am not a gentle lover, Annette! Rather... I cannot take my pleasure without first inflicting some pain on the recipient of my attentions.” With that, he smacked her in the face first with his cock and then with his hand, slapping her with a good deal of force. It hurt, but she swallowed the pain and did not give the wicked man the satisfaction of crying. He chuckled, and then muttered: “Strong woman! I should have done this to you when you were younger, I should think. No matter! I will make you quiver before we are through here. Quiver with terror.” and then he brought over a small desk on wheels, and it had on it various surgical implements and devices of torture. “Let me see... this one? No! This one. So hard to decide... so many choices.” he said as he picked up first one device and then another, setting the first one down and he selected the second, and so forth. “Oh worry not! I never kill anybody... I just teach to them the art of painful lovemaking.” Annette them laughed and shrieked: “With knives and pincers! I doubt love has anything to do with your particular perversions.” He smiled... and, his smile was cruel.
He pulled up her skirts and felt the cleft of her femininity through her undergarments. It was soft, and silky, and he fingered her a bit through the fabric. He had never done this with a woman before, unless it could be counted his experiences with his own mother but those she had insisted upon... not he. And it was his mother's doings with him that drove him to prefer men, especially young boys. Perhaps it was because when he was boy he lost his own innocence to his mother's depravities. In any case, he was in the present moment enjoying himself immensely as he molested Annette upon that table she was fully secured to. “Feels good to me.” she purred, thwarting his attempts to discomfort her. “Did you forget what it is I do for a living?” she jested, which infuriated him. So he fingered her a bit more roughly, all that succeeding in doing being that she got quite excited and wet between her legs from this exercise. As soon as he was through with that, she was breathing a bit heavily, and he took that moment to tear the front of her dress open so that her breasts were exposed. His tongue fell upon her nipples, and as he licked them he in between did pinch them cruelly. This too, she had experienced before and found it if anything a familiar sensation. “Not very creative... are you?” she asked, and this finally drove him into a fury. He beat her about the face... not enough to break any of her teeth, but enough to make her bleed a bit. This would leave bruises later, for certain! And then he tore her clothing until she was stripped to nakedness, her clothing lying in tatters all over the floor beneath the table. After this, he sized a scalpel and lashed at her arms, legs, and thighs, cutting her here and there... never deep enough to leave scar, but enough to draw blood and to hurt very painfully. She screamed, of course. How could she not? This was not something she was used to being subjected to, after all. And the more she screamed, the more this cruel man smiled and the harder it seemed his cock became. He masturbated to orgasm and let his emissions thereof squirt all over Annette's face and breasts. She spit some of it out that landed within her open mouth, and said in a pained sounding voice that still she managed to bring some strength unto: “Bastard! Sick, sick bastard. Is this the only way you can please someone?” He then grabbed her face and squeezed it hard as he said with a hiss: “No, bitch! It is the only way a woman can please me.” He then procured a bullwhip from the desk containing all the terrible implements and devices. He lashed her body with it countless times, never enough to kill but plenty enough to torment and to harm. This... it was beyond anything she was used to normally, and the pain was so intense with all he did and was in the process of doing unto her, that it bordered on something transcendent. Not pleasure, but something equally ecstatic but far more terrible. Hours passed as various torments and tortures were used and just as soon replaced with others... and the sadistic man grew quite aroused once again, his cock enlarging and threatening once more. He used it upon Annette's cunt with such ferocity that she could not help but scream, shriek, and moan as he fucked her to the point where the both of them did orgasm at once. She was ashamed at that, but did not allow her shame to show upon her face. There she law, beaten as well as bloodied, and yet she refused to allow herself to be seen as a victim. She smiled instead, and said to the man in a tone she normally reserved only for the bedroom of her clients: “That was a very good and fine fuck, sir! Care to go again, or have you had enough yet?” He then pulled out of her... and fell unto the floor in a heap where he sat and cried as he held his face in his hands. He whimpered through all of his tears: “Yes! I have had enough, mother. I am sorry... so sorry I did this to you.” Annette said to him: “Alright then! First of all... I am not your mother. Second... so, you're sorry now? After all this! Oh my good heavens... you really are insane.” He replied: “Oh yes, mother, I am an insane and horrid boy. And such a horrid man I grew up to be! As horrid as on the day when I did this to you in revenge for what in my youth you had done to me. No good God in Heaven will ever forgive me now.” And he was lost in tears, old memories of horrors past, and the depths of his growing madness. Annette decided, it was a good opportunity to take advantage of. She said to him: “Oh, I see! Well then, yes my boy, yes... I very much am your mother... so, all will be forgiven if you cut me free and let me walk away from here. All you did against me was such a long time ago, after all! I will be happy to forgive you... if you do this.”
Lost in his depraved mania, the mad landlord stood up, cut the straps that help Annette bound to the table and smiled almost kindly as he said unto her: “There, mother! You are free now... will you forgive me?” And straight away, she pushed him back into the desk with all her might, picked up a scalpel and stabbed him in the foot with it before picking up a tray and smashing him over the head with it, which knocked him out cold. “Fine, 'son'... all is forgiven!” he hissed, and then stormed out of that dungeon as fast as she could. The door was unlocked, and the stairs up were reasonable to ascend. When she got back to her room she put fresh clothing on after taking a short bit just to clean all of the blood off of her body, which was not an easy thing to do. Then, she grabbed her coin purse, affixed it to her belt, and as soon as that was done she fled the apartment and decided to go straight to the law about what happened to her there. When the officers of the law arrived, they found the unconscious landlord in his dungeon of horrors, saw the table and the desk, the blood and the other fluids, and everything that was exactly as Annette had described it to them, and they promptly arrested the man for his crimes. This entire turn of events necessitated the renting of a new apartment elsewhere, but at least perhaps at the next one there would not be an insane landlord to worry about. Also, she was coming into this situation with money... as well as a bit of influence in the seedier parts of town. This was nothing at all like when she was just a scared girl who had no place to go and no one to turn to... she was no longer naive or foolish, and if the horrors of what befell her at the hands of that lunatic landlord had taught her anything it was that also she possessed strength she had never imagined possible, and that strength ensured she was no victim. In short order, her life was back to a semblance of normalcy, at least so far as she understood normalcy. It was not to last, however! For in an act of sheer spite, her former landlord had told the police all about her career as a prostitute. She never should have told him about her job, but it was too late to worry for that now. When she saw the officers coming to arrest her... they were certainly noisy enough... she fled out an open back window and thankfully her new apartment was on the ground floor or such a means of escape would not have been possible. She fled Paris, and tried to think about where she might go next, and what she might do. She had contacts in a village many, many days walking away from Paris, but it was in a direction where the roads were known to be troubled by highwaymen. She had enough money, and then some to spare, to purchase a carriage to drive her safely and quickly... but she mused to herself that a carriage made an even more tempting target than a single person walking alone. She decided that it was worth the risk to walk, especially if she stuck to the sides of the road near the woods on either of the two sides of it. Before she had been forced to leave Paris, she had gotten her cuts and wounds very well treated by a trustworthy doctor whom she paid for his services, and though she was bruised and a great deal battered she was all in all in reasonable shape regardless. It was nearing nightfall, and many hours had passed since she put Paris behind her and the woods were quite frightening to her as the day's radiance slipped into night's shadows. This was not how she imagined things would be going for her, it was a hard turn of events that drove her hither, but she had no choice but to accept things as they were. She thought about the village she wanted to reach, and smiled as she imagined how much easier things would be for her once she got there. She had enough money to purchase a small cottage... not the house she was saving up for, but the time for that was past now... and a life in the country was not without its' charms. She would still have to ply her current trade, but in a rural setting the eyes of the law would be less inclined to pry with as much intensity as they do in the city. She stopped to rest when the midnight hour came, and fell asleep at the base of a mighty tree in the middle of the forest she had spent all those daylight hours walking through. Dawn would come, soon enough, and her eyes were too tired and the night too dark to allow for further wakefulness. The last thing she heard, was the sound of an owl that was hooting in another tree nearby, and somehow the sound of that was something Annette found very soothing, almost like a lullaby. Her dreams were terrible, and filled with pain and suffering, and devils were tormenting her in a hellish place that is of the type that can only exist in nightmares. She slept on.
She was awakened by rough hands pulling her up off the ground, and the hour was as well past dawn and a bit into the day. Four men and a tall woman with blonde hair, and cold blue eyes, were regarding her with mirthless expressions and a crude manner. The men were all wearing mostly black clothing... and all of them wore either hats or cloths over their heads, and black scarves over their mouths. They were carrying pistols and knives, and some carried clubs. The woman was dressed in an all black dress as if she was in mourning, and her face was uncovered as was her head. She carried no weapon on her, but seemed to be in charge of the four men somehow. The woman was older than Annette, well into her late twenties, if not her early thirties, and had a hard look about her face. The woman said unto her: “Oh girly! You picked the wrong day to be walking through these woods. My husband needs a new assistant for his work, and guess what... you'll do nicely.” Annette then asked politely: “What does your husband do for a living, then... is he a highwayman like these other men?” and the woman chuckled heavily and then said in a cold and icy tone of voice: “No! And these men, they aren't highwayman, girly. They're in my husband's employ, sort of like... hired help.” to which Annette replied: “Hired help, you say? Then, I suppose if I am to work for your husband, I will receive a reasonable pay for it.” And the blonde woman was, still very cold in her manner, inclined to say: “Of course! That is how business is conducted, after all. So... you'll come along nice and quietly so we won't have to drag you like a prisoner to the gallows? I do hope you agree to do this quietly!” And Annette, in no position to do otherwise, agreed to do as she was told. “Actually, I could use a normal job... my last job was getting a little too difficult to do without certain troubles coming from it.” she explained, and soon enough the small party was on their way. The lot of them... Annette included, naturally... walked through the forest in a specific direction and before too much longer, though it was many hours despite the seemingly short distance due to circuitous and winding paths and trails, they arrived at a large chateau beyond the far edge of the woods. It was a very splendid looking house, grand and imposing looking from a distance away. Even up close, it was grand but less imposing than at a distance. “This is my husband's house.” the woman explained as she urged Annette to walk through the door and into the chateau. Annette stated: “Nice place! This is about that size place I was saving up for myself, actually. So, what does your husband do for a living?” and as she asked that question the blonde woman said in an irritated tone: “Oh very well! He works as a doctor, at an asylum for the criminally insane. He spends half the week there, and half the week here. I don't like it, but I cannot change it... it is just the way things are. Those boys who helped me escort you here are groundskeepers here, and part of the servants that my husband and I hired to help us keep this place up nicely and properly. They're like family to me, and all of them decent folk. They wouldn't have harmed you unless I ordered them to! And even then, maybe they'd have regretted it just a little.” Annette had a look about, and she saw the opulence of the chateau's interior and how finely decorated and well kept it was within. She whistled in appreciation, and the blonde woman said unto her: “Call me Julie, and my husband his name is Antoine. He is home today, but probably busy in the cellar with his work there. He conducts private experiments that aid him in his work at the asylum. You'll be helping him out with the work he does with those experiments.” Annette then asked: “In what capacity, Julie? I have no medical experience, to be honest with you. Aside from receiving treatment myself, that is.” Then the icy blonde woman stated: “In whatever way you are instructed to, girly. In whatever way he requires!” Annette did attempt after that to introduce herself formally, but Julie waved her hand and said: “No! I do not need to know your name... I barely can remember the servants' names half the time. Besides... you are far from the first assistant we've had to procure, and I doubt you'll be the last. Best to just leave you to the work, and be about my own business otherwise.” Annette found that strange, and waited about for Antoine to summon her. Or one of the servants. Julie scampered off and Annette did not see her after that as she so waited for some sign that it was time to begin whatever duties it was that were to be expected of her. It was strange suddenly being employed for a job she had no experience with. This was very odd indeed!
Before long, an elderly manservant approached Annette and said unto her: “Girl! The master is ready for you to come to him, he is in his laboratory and I am to escort you down there. I wish it were under a far better set of circumstances, though. You seem so nice, after all!” And the young woman asked of the old man as they walked along and soon downward by means of a dark staircase leading deep below the chateau's foundations and on even further down below the cellar level: “So... does Antoine's wife ever come down to visit him when he is experimenting?” and the servant answered: “No! He needs privacy for his work, especially when working with assistants like yourself.” And she found all of this strange in the extreme. Soon enough, she was shown into the laboratory and it was the most twisted and awful thing that Annette had ever seen in her entire young life. The chamber was dark, and lit dimly by lamps and candles. No windows provided any further illumination. There was an empty wooden table in the center of the room, with metal shackles and chains upon it and blood stains covering the surface of it. A slab in a corner contained a cadaver in the process of being dissected. Beakers, flasks, cauldrons and containers for liquids of various sorts bubbled away heated by fires lit beneath them whether on stoves or by other means, and tubes were connected from the flasks to various mechanical contraptions that in truth were highly peculiar and obtuse in their design. Crude machines, new to this era but not unheard of, especially in the occult circles of alchemists. Every manner of medical equipment was present, and there were instruments and tools of every kind for that sort of work. Laboring at one of the machines, was a tall man, dark and handsome, with a thick black mustache but who was clean shaven otherwise. He wore a very exquisite looking black suit fit for the nobility... everyone in this household wore black without exception... and had on a finger of his left hand a ruby ring of the highest quality. His skin was unnaturally pale, and his eyes were as blue as Julie's own had been. His face was sharply featured, and he seemed to be slender rather than muscular. On noticing Annette, he walked over to her and said in a friendly manner: “Welcome, girl! I assume you are to be my new assistant?” She nodded, and he said to her after that: “Very good! Very good indeed. I am the master of this house, and you are going to aid me in my work in this chamber.” “Doing what?” she asked him, and she said: “Why, helping me to obtain the secret of eternal life, of course!” and before she could say anything in answer to that, the old man who was still nearby struck her over the head with something, and knocked her out in a sudden motion.
When she awakened from the cowardly blow, she was manacled to the table in the middle of the room and there was a tube inserted into her left arm by means of a needle attached to the end of it. Another so was inserted into her right arm, and her arms were outstretched and chained so that she could not move them. She could not move her legs, either, which were likewise shackled and chained. Blood was being siphoned from her body and flowed through the tubes into a large flask containing an extremely strange looking mixture of liquids and fluids. She felt faint, and was growing weaker. After a bit... the ghoulish process was halted and she remained conscious. “I do not mean to kill you, girl. I just need some of that delicious blood of yours in order to create the elixir that I need to keep myself from aging. That is all. It is one of the ways in which you will be... assisting me... in my work. This has nothing to do with what I do at the asylum... it is a personal project, a passion project. One that is all of my own devising!” Such was the madness that Antoine told Annette. She shuddered and said in reply to this: “Oh good God! My blood will not make you any younger, sir, I can assure you of that. If it could do that, I would still be a young girl and not a grown woman.” and the pale, sinister man said to this: “Unrefined by the process I am putting it through, I would agree with you about that. Your blood would be useless! But once I set it through the paces required, it will be transmuted into a form pure enough to allow for the creation of so grand an elixir as has never been made before. At least that I know of! Fear not... if it works, I will be a generous man and share it with you. As I said... I do not mean to kill you. If it changes me, it will be of a potency that will change anyone. And you, will be the first I will share it with! Is that not agreeable?”
“No, sir! That is not agreeable by any means.” cried Annette as she heard the bubbling of her blood as it was altered by the other substances the large elixir flask contained. “Wait and see! You will be readily inclined to think otherwise when all is said and done.” said Antoine, and the young woman reasoned as rightly as she knew that if she was neither the first nor potentially the last “assistant” to be taken to this chamber and subjected to this process... then surely that had to mean she was going to die out of it. But she did not speak of her fears, she waited silently... knowing there was no reasoning with a man as mad and deluded as this... and prayed to God that this would not be the day and the manner in which she so was fated to perish. The elderly manservant went over to check on the elixir flask, and called his master over to look at it. “See? It is happening, master! The reaction that has never occurred before with any of the others... it is happening. This woman's blood has created the miracle.” and whatever it was, it was causing something to occur in the flask that occupied the two men's attention devotedly. “Great, then!” she called out, adding: “So... does that mean you'll unchain me, now, and give me a taste?” And as soon as she said that, Antoine walked over and took his cock out of his pants, which he then vilely proceeded to masturbate until he did orgasm unto her face. The old servant chuckled on seeing his master do that, and cried out in a cackle: “Yes, master! Let her taste that for now. The first sip of the elixir shall by all rights be yours, and yours alone.” The pale man then put his manhood back into his pants and walked back to the flask, which he took from where it sat and poured into a container filled with cold water in order to cool the mixture. Then he took a gold chalice decorated with emerald gemstones, and filled it with the cooled elixir. He drank of it, and as soon as he did so his body began to convulse and he had a series of violent seizures. He coughed, and spat out some of what he had drank, and collapsed hard unto the floor. The old servant looked on in horror, his mouth open in shock. Annette was in full view of the man's collapse which occurred before the table she was chained and shackled to. Antoine appeared dead and not moving... his breathing went from shallow to ceasing altogether. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and they were now blood red in color. The whites of his eyes had become as black as night. He no longer in any way was breathing, yet clearly he lived. The living dead! “Excellent!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “At last... we have a success.” he added, going on to say: “Set the woman free, and give her some of the elixir. I am a man of my word, and this shall be the woman's first payment of many in my service.” to which the elderly servant complied. Annette went through the same exact dreadful process as Antoine had just gone through, and with the same identical results. Her eyes had changed, and she breathed no longer... yet she walked and lived exactly as she had before her unholy transformation. Yet, going forth from that day onward... the two of them would require the blood of the living so that they could remain alive themselves. These horrors and others, they would come to accept as the price for immortality. Not a day older would either of them become! They would remain the same age as they had been when they partook of the elixir that had visited this new state of existence upon them. Julie also was given the red elixir, and it transformed her into this accursed existence also. The whole household was changed, and the chateau became a den for these vampires. Antoine's work at the asylum would continue, and it was a good place to procure fresh victims. Over time, he and the others including Annette became refined in both depravity and cruelty as they devised new and entertaining ways to pass the long centuries that did await them. As hard as her life began, in a way it was Annette's descent into wickedness that did allow her in the end to savor the joys of a life without end. There is nothing in this world that is without cost, and whether one does good or evil... wicked things or otherwise... a price must always be paid. Annette discovered this most vigorously in the act of extracting the price of blood from those she took it from in order to keep herself in her new and eternal life. Like Antoine taught her, she only took enough blood to sate her newfound thirst... never enough to kill her victims. One or two would perish, occasionally, and their bodies were always easy to dispose of, without raising any suspicion... but she would get better at this with time, and she had all the time in the world to perfect these and other dark arts. She was happy.
Annette was a very virtuous young girl, who lived on the outskirts of Paris in the years when still did the monarchy reign in France, before the revolution occurred that changed things forever. She lived, as happily as she pleased, in the house of her parents until she was thirteen years old and wore only ever the most beautiful of dresses and clothes and never failed to be seen in the most precious of jewelry. For it was known that her family was well off, if not wealthy precisely, and their money went a long way towards making the girl very happy indeed. Her childhood was pleasant, and though it was said that her father was a bit of a libertine, her mother was less so inclined and the girl took after her mother more than her father in all ways. Black of hair, green-eyed, and with full lips naturally shaded so as to look appealing even without cosmetics to enhance them. She was freckled and fair, lovely of shape and lovely of disposition. Many were the men who courted her even as so young an age, and most had ever the worst of intentions though they spoke the fairest of words and made them sound sincere. But such was Annette's inclinations that she was childlike more than adult in her thinking, and she preferred oft to collect dolls than to consider marriage proposals. All was well enough until the day her father took his libertine urges too far and attempted to do things with his daughter that only a husband normally is of a want to do with his wife. Annette's mother caught him in Annette's bedroom one night as he was in the act of trying to pull off her nightclothes to get between her legs. Something in her mind snapped, and the woman took one of her husband's dueling pistols and shot him to death with it. His blood did spray all over his young and innocent daughter, and his body fell forward atop her... his ruined face so close to her own, his death bulk pinning her to the bed as she screamed loudly. Her mother pushed the bloody corpse away, and then said unto her daughter: “By all that is holy! What have I done? I was in a mad state of mind, and something in me was unthinking. But he will never beat me again, nor shall he violate you. Precious child, help me to hide your father's body and perchance we shall get away with the deed I have committed to save us both from a life of abuse and suffering! Be not timid, but be strong as I know deep down you truly have the means to be... if we fail in this, I will be arrested and put to death. Though prison would come first, and both would leave you without the means to keep this house. For it was ever that you declined your suitors, and due to that you are in a precarious position.” And so artful did she word things, in so sensible a tone, that the young girl believed her mother had only the best of intentions for the both of them. But as strong as her heart was, Annette was not strong in body and she could not manage to move her father's heavy body off the bed. For the rigors of death had set in, and he had been a strong and muscular man in life. The mother was strong enough, and hardly timid, but there was no means to shift of move the dead body of her husband by the time the two were of a mind and of the necessary courage to attempt to do so. They pulled at his arms, and legs, and only managed to shift or move the body a bit... but it was all for naught! For a neighbor had heard the sound of the pistol and was of a mind to go forth and fetch the law and bring justice to the scene of this perhaps needful crime.
Annette's mother was, sure enough, arrested for her husband's murder and set to be executed for doing the crime she was too honest to deny having committed. Annette was left with no family nor friends to take her in, and so she went forth to each of the suitors who had sought her hand in marriage, and unto them she wept and explained her plight, so that they could she hoped feel sorry for her and take her in. To each she promised to wed them if they took such pity on her, but feeling vengeful at having been in the past rejected by her they all refused. Each man gave an excuse they believed was valid for this, and tried to make their cruelty sound reasonable. Some were already set to marry other women or girls, thus it was that they could not take her in even if they wished to, without arousing the jealousy of the one as they were promised to wed. Desperate, she began to beg strangers whom she thought looked kind, and it was all for naught. For they were just as cold and cruel and had less reasons to be so than the suitors.
That was how the young girl's misfortunes began, and worse things still were in store for her. One old man struck her with his cane when she approached him and began to explain her situation. A women as looked and appeared noble and kindly spat on her and told her to be off. She went back to her house but knew she could not stay there for long... and so she packed what few belongings she could take with her and put them in a sack, and this she carried with her along with some of her mother's money. She took a bit to freshen up and dress in her finest attire and jewelry, and then set out to make her way in the world as best she could. She had a goodly sum of money on her, and it was enough to rent an apartment in the city, in what seemed to be a decent end of town. But she had no job, no means, and every one that she was earnest in the asking for employment with refused her due to her lack of skills or experience. She could cook and clean, but either each employer already had enough help or they believed the girl was too desperate and perhaps not quite in her right mind... and so she was refused at every opportunity and this made her despondent and depressed to the breaking point. She had lost her father to his perversity... and her mother to the certainty of the gallows... and now she was inevitably going to be unable to pay her rent and so she would most certainly lose the only home that now remained to her, this meager but meaningful apartment she lived in. She explained things to her landlord, a young man who preferred it was said young boys to women or girls... and he had little compassion towards Annette due to him also having a certain hatred of the female gender. “It was not for nothing I rented you your living space, girl. Either you pay what is owed to me in one way... or in another.” and the girl was in tears, and asked of the cold seeming man: “But how? I am running out of money, and I need to eat as well as have a place to live. In what way should I pay you if not in coin?” And the man's mind was filled with wicked and very cruel imaginings, but he stifled them as he said unto her: “Child, you can always become a whore and I could be your whore-master. You are young, and beautiful, and any man you might approach and ask for certain favors from... they could never deny you! I am not the sort of man who falls for charms such as you possess, but most men prefer a mask of innocence yet a heart of sensuality. Surely, you are in possession of the knowing of how to please a man? If not, this is the perfect way to learn! I will not be your teacher, but you can always learn on the job, so to speak.” The girl blushed, and knew from all her mother's warnings about such women what a whore was. And she had no desire to become one! For her heart was desiring to keep to her purity until meeting the right man to love. And so she refused the offer with all earnestness, which angered the landlord who had sought to make a profit form the misery Annette was going through. “If you will not agree to my terms, then there is nothing I can do for you in order to help you.” he explained, trying to make himself sound like he was being compassionate. “But it is this, or you will surely end up on the streets once again! And we cannot have that, now can we? Do at the least consider my offer, girl... it will still stand until the day next when your rent is due. And even on that day, if you agree to accept, then I will wait until you earn the next month's rent in order to act. And if you earn it in my employ... I will allow you to stay on. And we shall forget this month's rent entirely! Is that not reasonable?” But she did not find it so, and Annette fell to her knees and begged the man to spare her this prospect, begging to be allowed to work as a house maid in his employ instead. “But then I would have to pay you, dear girl, and that is now how things work in this situation!” he said. “You are the one who owes me.” he explained, and left it at that. She got up off the floor, big farewell to the man who had her in his power one way or another... and she went back to her room. He owned the building, and the entire upstairs was his own living spaces. There was no way to avoid seeing him again between now and when next the rent was due, which was coming up in a few weeks time. Too short a span by far! And so did Annette grow more desperate than ever. She went to each of her neighbors, who lived in the other apartments in the same building... but all of them thought she was either mad or annoying and told her to go away. She wept and thought to herself at the last: “Cruel is my fate! When I can either so give up my virtue, or turn to crime to gain the money I need to keep living in this place. How wicked!”
And so, she deemed crime the lesser of two evils, and took to being a pickpocket in order to attempt to gain the money she needed to pay what she owed her landlord. She found that she was gifted at it, for her fingers were quite slender and dexterous, artist's fingers on an angel's hands... and her pure face and perfectly innocent appearance helped her distract her victims before relieving them of their money and sometimes jewelry that she would sell to a nearby pawn shop that asked no questions regarding where it was she got the things she was coming in regularly to sell to them. As the day the rent was due neared, the young thief had more than enough to pay her landlord, and plenty in reserve for food and all other essentials. She went to the man's office, and said unto him: “I am here with the money I owe you for this month's rent... and next month I will pay it early even. For I have found employment, and as luck would have it am quite good at the job I am doing!” and she gave him the coins with a smile. But, the landlord was suspicious of this, and asked her: “A job, you say? Doing what, if I might ask! Not long ago, you had no prospects for work, and were groveling at my feet to avoid working for me. I will not refuse your money, but I do find it very curious that you have come by it so quickly, and that things for you have changed so suddenly. Very curious indeed!” to which Annette replied, lying with each word she spoke: “I help certain people who have pets to care for their animals. I have found that I am good with animals, and there are many who have animals in need of care in this part of Paris.” It sounded as plausible as anything else, and though untrue the landlord fell for it. “Not a bad career I suppose! Good for you, Annette. But if that ever falls through... my offer of employment through me still stands, and will always remain open as a choice for you.” He had an evil gleam in his eye when he said that, and as ever she did not like the man. But she made a show of being happy, and walked out of his office with a sly grin on her face that he never saw. She would have to continue her criminal career, it was all that she was truly good at she realized, and so she kept stealing from her victims and accruing a fortune. For she always managed to choose the wealthiest and most careless of individuals to steal from. And never did she steal from people in the same part of the city. She ranged far and wide, and was as clever as she was stealthy in her methods. But soon, people began to put together the fact that every time someone had found their money or valuables missing... the same girl had approached them previously each and every time. So she got away with this for about a year, and by the time she turned fourteen years old it was evident that the law would sooner or later be watchful for her. She did not consider this, however. She was naive still, and never thought that anyone might question her innocence. Until the day when it was she tried to steal from a passing magistrate of the judicial system... one high in the esteem of many members of the nobility. He had heard stories of a young girl who approached strangers prior to them being robbed, and so when this girl approached him he said unto her immediately: “I will warn you of one thing, girl, before you say a word unto me! I am not easily distracted by a pretty face, and if you do mean to rob me... you will not find me an easy mark.” She swallowed hard, fidgeted with her hands in a way that betrayed her nervousness, and said unto the magistrate: “Oh but good sir! I would never thus think of robbing you, for you seem a man of goodly character and I am a girl of goodly character. I was merely of a mind to strike up a friendly conversation with you is all... and see what we may have to talk about that we share in common in the way of interests.” The man chuckled, and then noticed the two of them were in a side alley. He said to the girl in a certain biting tone of voice: “In an alley! Do you often approach men to talk about what you two might have in common in alleys? If you are not a thief, then you could only be a whore. A thief I will not tolerate, but a whore I can always use the services of. And by the Devil you are a beautiful girl indeed! I'll tell you what... use that pretty mouth of yours, upon my manhood's shaft, and I will pay you more than you would normally earn from ten men. I am well off in luxury, and quite generous when I am pleased.” The girl backed away from him, her back hitting a wall of a building behind her. She stammered and stuttered nervously, unsure of what to say. The man then walked up to her menacingly... and began to rub himself through his breeches. He was licking his lips.
Before she could react, he struck her in the face and pulled up the skirts of her dress. His hands were tearing down her undergarments, and before she knew what was happening he pulled her flat unto the ground and pushed her legs apart, forcing himself between them... and shoving his cock into her with a great deal of force. Her body betrayed her with each heave of his body. Her virginity was taken fast and roughly, the blood between her legs evidence of this ravishment. Her body shuddered and acted as ever does a woman's or a girl's when her maidenly virtue is claimed for the first time. Her shrieks and moans were loud, but anyone passing by that alley would merely assume she was a prostitute with a client, and few in this part of Paris that she was in on that day would bring the law down on people so engaged. In a sad turn of events, she set out to perpetrate a crime and was instead made a victim herself. She was, to be noticed, crying most piteously partly from pain and partly from shame. Her dress was torn open in the front, the man's hands and mouth had fallen upon her breasts and with many a groping and sucking he not enjoyed them well. Soon, she felt the liquid fire from his manhood shooting into her body, and thus was her ravishment complete. He gripped her tighter during this moment, and then he let go of her body and pulled his manhood out from between her legs. He tossed her a purse filled with coins, more than she had ever even seen before in her life, and laughed as he said: “So... not a whore after all, eh? Well, congratulations, girl! Because you are most definitely a whore now.” And he left her there in the alley like that, to contemplate her shame and the vileness with which he had stolen her virtue from her.
Following that, she realized she could make a great deal of money by offering men her body instead of stealing from them outright like she had been doing. She would have had to quit the life of a thief in short order anyway, but this tragic incident gave her the excuse to divest herself of that one taboo that still remained strong in her heart... and thus did she bid farewell to her virtue and greet more warmly a new ideal, one less virginal and more akin to a harlot's thinking. If she could endure the act that had so been perpetrated upon her once... she convinced herself that she could endure it a thousand times if she needed to. And aside from being struck violently, she had found some pleasure in the things the wealthy man had done to her otherwise. It was rape, surely, but for Annette it was her initiation into a life that if this had not taken place she might never have considered otherwise. Her first clients were men that she found physically attractive... comparable to Adonis in terms of male beauty. And of these, some were on the gentle side whilst others were hiding a cruel streak that they were given to vent upon poor Annette. Both of these types of handsome men paid well, but the crueler ones paid the most money... and sooner or later, the thought occurred to Annette that she could make the most money of all by allowing herself to be subjected to whatever cruelties such men desired to inflict. She was ever naive, ever foolish after a fashion, and ever in the belief that she was doing the right thing for her own well-being. She spent all of the remainder of her fourteen year on this world allowing herself to be abused in the most vile and wretched of ways, as she made her fortune either upon her back or upon all fours whilst being pounded from behind either in the cleft of her womanhood... maidenhood being long since gone from her... or in the place between her buttocks wherein no child could be conceived. She never got pregnant from any of these sessions anyway, and realized in short order that she was likely unable to conceive a child no matter what. That made her, in the eyes of most men and even some women... the ideal whore, and one that became sought after in many of the streets of Paris during the years in which she plied her trade. It was for a total of four years that she worked such a job beyond her fourteenth year, and by the time she turned eighteen she had gained a small measure of notoriety for herself in her chosen profession. This did not escape the notice of her landlord, who ever sought to make her work for him. Surely now, he so reasoned, with her virtue long since cast aside... Annette would be more than willing to earn a little bit extra working for him. But she did not want to have to give him the pimp's share, and so she refused the man every time he asked. “I need no whore-master to tell me how to ply my trade!” she told him, truly.
And so was he utterly vanquished in any notion he had ever held of making a profit off of Annette, by any means. He never refused the money she paid him in terms of her due rent, and never complained to her when she came into his office to pay it. That was why it shocked and surprised her the day when, as she was seated at his desk and making ready to pay him, he walked over to the door to his office and he stood in front of it, blocking her from leaving as he said unto her: “Annette... dear lady... over the years since you first rented your apartment from me, I have often offered you further gain as my employee. It has ever been that you refused my generosity each and every single time, but today I mean to have from you some satisfaction for these refusals.” But she knew his preferences, and laughed as she said to him in reply: “Satisfaction? Of what sort are you referring! We both know you have a taste for the buttocks of youthful lads, and no use for lasses of any sort. And already I pay you more than living here is worth. In another year or two I will have enough money to purchase my own house... and then... you will never even see me again. So in all seriousness, you are being quite ridiculous!” He then so walked over to her and said, his voice as cold as on his worst of days: “Then I should act with haste, should I not? Lest the opportunity slip past me!” And with that, he struck her into unconsciousness. The world went black, as he bore her away to a secret place that he kept beneath the apartment building he owned. A place where he often took his youthful boy paramours, but which was known to no one else. When Annette's eyes at last opened, she was tied to an X-shaped table in the middle of a dark basement chamber with only but a very small and narrow window to provide light from outside. The window was facing an abandoned building, and the landlord walked over to it and drew the thick drapes that were affixed to it so that at length no light from outside was shining in any longer. His predatory features were like a hawk's and he eyed the beautiful young woman as a hawk might eye its' prey. “Ah! You are awake at last.” he said, as he removed all of his own clothing and set his wig on a wooden model head set on a nearby table. He stood in front of her naked, though she herself was still fully clothed thankfully. His manhood grew as hard as a rock every time he looked at her, and so he averted his eyes from her as he said: “Normally, I must confess, I prefer boys. Little boys especially! They scream so beautifully, when we play together. But in your case, I intend to make an exception and today's playtime shall belong to you and I alone. As you can see... you excite me after all. Perhaps because of all your refusals of my offers to you! I am not a man who is often refused anything... I am not used to being told no. And so, I intend to show you that even if I do not get my way in one way... I shall have it satisfied in another. Consider this... service to a client! One you have been negligent in servicing for a very long time now.” Annette said to him a voice that was stronger than she thought it would have been in such circumstances: “So, you are going to rape me, eh? Nothing I have not been through before, and at the hands of better men than you. And a whole lot bigger endowed, also!” He then walked over to her, took his cock in his hand, and wiggled it in her face as he declared: “Really? I think not! This battering ram has breached the walls of many a lad's rear gates, and there are few whom I have fucked who were not bled by the experience. You will find that I am not a gentle lover, Annette! Rather... I cannot take my pleasure without first inflicting some pain on the recipient of my attentions.” With that, he smacked her in the face first with his cock and then with his hand, slapping her with a good deal of force. It hurt, but she swallowed the pain and did not give the wicked man the satisfaction of crying. He chuckled, and then muttered: “Strong woman! I should have done this to you when you were younger, I should think. No matter! I will make you quiver before we are through here. Quiver with terror.” and then he brought over a small desk on wheels, and it had on it various surgical implements and devices of torture. “Let me see... this one? No! This one. So hard to decide... so many choices.” he said as he picked up first one device and then another, setting the first one down and he selected the second, and so forth. “Oh worry not! I never kill anybody... I just teach to them the art of painful lovemaking.” Annette them laughed and shrieked: “With knives and pincers! I doubt love has anything to do with your particular perversions.” He smiled... and, his smile was cruel.
He pulled up her skirts and felt the cleft of her femininity through her undergarments. It was soft, and silky, and he fingered her a bit through the fabric. He had never done this with a woman before, unless it could be counted his experiences with his own mother but those she had insisted upon... not he. And it was his mother's doings with him that drove him to prefer men, especially young boys. Perhaps it was because when he was boy he lost his own innocence to his mother's depravities. In any case, he was in the present moment enjoying himself immensely as he molested Annette upon that table she was fully secured to. “Feels good to me.” she purred, thwarting his attempts to discomfort her. “Did you forget what it is I do for a living?” she jested, which infuriated him. So he fingered her a bit more roughly, all that succeeding in doing being that she got quite excited and wet between her legs from this exercise. As soon as he was through with that, she was breathing a bit heavily, and he took that moment to tear the front of her dress open so that her breasts were exposed. His tongue fell upon her nipples, and as he licked them he in between did pinch them cruelly. This too, she had experienced before and found it if anything a familiar sensation. “Not very creative... are you?” she asked, and this finally drove him into a fury. He beat her about the face... not enough to break any of her teeth, but enough to make her bleed a bit. This would leave bruises later, for certain! And then he tore her clothing until she was stripped to nakedness, her clothing lying in tatters all over the floor beneath the table. After this, he sized a scalpel and lashed at her arms, legs, and thighs, cutting her here and there... never deep enough to leave scar, but enough to draw blood and to hurt very painfully. She screamed, of course. How could she not? This was not something she was used to being subjected to, after all. And the more she screamed, the more this cruel man smiled and the harder it seemed his cock became. He masturbated to orgasm and let his emissions thereof squirt all over Annette's face and breasts. She spit some of it out that landed within her open mouth, and said in a pained sounding voice that still she managed to bring some strength unto: “Bastard! Sick, sick bastard. Is this the only way you can please someone?” He then grabbed her face and squeezed it hard as he said with a hiss: “No, bitch! It is the only way a woman can please me.” He then procured a bullwhip from the desk containing all the terrible implements and devices. He lashed her body with it countless times, never enough to kill but plenty enough to torment and to harm. This... it was beyond anything she was used to normally, and the pain was so intense with all he did and was in the process of doing unto her, that it bordered on something transcendent. Not pleasure, but something equally ecstatic but far more terrible. Hours passed as various torments and tortures were used and just as soon replaced with others... and the sadistic man grew quite aroused once again, his cock enlarging and threatening once more. He used it upon Annette's cunt with such ferocity that she could not help but scream, shriek, and moan as he fucked her to the point where the both of them did orgasm at once. She was ashamed at that, but did not allow her shame to show upon her face. There she law, beaten as well as bloodied, and yet she refused to allow herself to be seen as a victim. She smiled instead, and said to the man in a tone she normally reserved only for the bedroom of her clients: “That was a very good and fine fuck, sir! Care to go again, or have you had enough yet?” He then pulled out of her... and fell unto the floor in a heap where he sat and cried as he held his face in his hands. He whimpered through all of his tears: “Yes! I have had enough, mother. I am sorry... so sorry I did this to you.” Annette said to him: “Alright then! First of all... I am not your mother. Second... so, you're sorry now? After all this! Oh my good heavens... you really are insane.” He replied: “Oh yes, mother, I am an insane and horrid boy. And such a horrid man I grew up to be! As horrid as on the day when I did this to you in revenge for what in my youth you had done to me. No good God in Heaven will ever forgive me now.” And he was lost in tears, old memories of horrors past, and the depths of his growing madness. Annette decided, it was a good opportunity to take advantage of. She said to him: “Oh, I see! Well then, yes my boy, yes... I very much am your mother... so, all will be forgiven if you cut me free and let me walk away from here. All you did against me was such a long time ago, after all! I will be happy to forgive you... if you do this.”
Lost in his depraved mania, the mad landlord stood up, cut the straps that help Annette bound to the table and smiled almost kindly as he said unto her: “There, mother! You are free now... will you forgive me?” And straight away, she pushed him back into the desk with all her might, picked up a scalpel and stabbed him in the foot with it before picking up a tray and smashing him over the head with it, which knocked him out cold. “Fine, 'son'... all is forgiven!” he hissed, and then stormed out of that dungeon as fast as she could. The door was unlocked, and the stairs up were reasonable to ascend. When she got back to her room she put fresh clothing on after taking a short bit just to clean all of the blood off of her body, which was not an easy thing to do. Then, she grabbed her coin purse, affixed it to her belt, and as soon as that was done she fled the apartment and decided to go straight to the law about what happened to her there. When the officers of the law arrived, they found the unconscious landlord in his dungeon of horrors, saw the table and the desk, the blood and the other fluids, and everything that was exactly as Annette had described it to them, and they promptly arrested the man for his crimes. This entire turn of events necessitated the renting of a new apartment elsewhere, but at least perhaps at the next one there would not be an insane landlord to worry about. Also, she was coming into this situation with money... as well as a bit of influence in the seedier parts of town. This was nothing at all like when she was just a scared girl who had no place to go and no one to turn to... she was no longer naive or foolish, and if the horrors of what befell her at the hands of that lunatic landlord had taught her anything it was that also she possessed strength she had never imagined possible, and that strength ensured she was no victim. In short order, her life was back to a semblance of normalcy, at least so far as she understood normalcy. It was not to last, however! For in an act of sheer spite, her former landlord had told the police all about her career as a prostitute. She never should have told him about her job, but it was too late to worry for that now. When she saw the officers coming to arrest her... they were certainly noisy enough... she fled out an open back window and thankfully her new apartment was on the ground floor or such a means of escape would not have been possible. She fled Paris, and tried to think about where she might go next, and what she might do. She had contacts in a village many, many days walking away from Paris, but it was in a direction where the roads were known to be troubled by highwaymen. She had enough money, and then some to spare, to purchase a carriage to drive her safely and quickly... but she mused to herself that a carriage made an even more tempting target than a single person walking alone. She decided that it was worth the risk to walk, especially if she stuck to the sides of the road near the woods on either of the two sides of it. Before she had been forced to leave Paris, she had gotten her cuts and wounds very well treated by a trustworthy doctor whom she paid for his services, and though she was bruised and a great deal battered she was all in all in reasonable shape regardless. It was nearing nightfall, and many hours had passed since she put Paris behind her and the woods were quite frightening to her as the day's radiance slipped into night's shadows. This was not how she imagined things would be going for her, it was a hard turn of events that drove her hither, but she had no choice but to accept things as they were. She thought about the village she wanted to reach, and smiled as she imagined how much easier things would be for her once she got there. She had enough money to purchase a small cottage... not the house she was saving up for, but the time for that was past now... and a life in the country was not without its' charms. She would still have to ply her current trade, but in a rural setting the eyes of the law would be less inclined to pry with as much intensity as they do in the city. She stopped to rest when the midnight hour came, and fell asleep at the base of a mighty tree in the middle of the forest she had spent all those daylight hours walking through. Dawn would come, soon enough, and her eyes were too tired and the night too dark to allow for further wakefulness. The last thing she heard, was the sound of an owl that was hooting in another tree nearby, and somehow the sound of that was something Annette found very soothing, almost like a lullaby. Her dreams were terrible, and filled with pain and suffering, and devils were tormenting her in a hellish place that is of the type that can only exist in nightmares. She slept on.
She was awakened by rough hands pulling her up off the ground, and the hour was as well past dawn and a bit into the day. Four men and a tall woman with blonde hair, and cold blue eyes, were regarding her with mirthless expressions and a crude manner. The men were all wearing mostly black clothing... and all of them wore either hats or cloths over their heads, and black scarves over their mouths. They were carrying pistols and knives, and some carried clubs. The woman was dressed in an all black dress as if she was in mourning, and her face was uncovered as was her head. She carried no weapon on her, but seemed to be in charge of the four men somehow. The woman was older than Annette, well into her late twenties, if not her early thirties, and had a hard look about her face. The woman said unto her: “Oh girly! You picked the wrong day to be walking through these woods. My husband needs a new assistant for his work, and guess what... you'll do nicely.” Annette then asked politely: “What does your husband do for a living, then... is he a highwayman like these other men?” and the woman chuckled heavily and then said in a cold and icy tone of voice: “No! And these men, they aren't highwayman, girly. They're in my husband's employ, sort of like... hired help.” to which Annette replied: “Hired help, you say? Then, I suppose if I am to work for your husband, I will receive a reasonable pay for it.” And the blonde woman was, still very cold in her manner, inclined to say: “Of course! That is how business is conducted, after all. So... you'll come along nice and quietly so we won't have to drag you like a prisoner to the gallows? I do hope you agree to do this quietly!” And Annette, in no position to do otherwise, agreed to do as she was told. “Actually, I could use a normal job... my last job was getting a little too difficult to do without certain troubles coming from it.” she explained, and soon enough the small party was on their way. The lot of them... Annette included, naturally... walked through the forest in a specific direction and before too much longer, though it was many hours despite the seemingly short distance due to circuitous and winding paths and trails, they arrived at a large chateau beyond the far edge of the woods. It was a very splendid looking house, grand and imposing looking from a distance away. Even up close, it was grand but less imposing than at a distance. “This is my husband's house.” the woman explained as she urged Annette to walk through the door and into the chateau. Annette stated: “Nice place! This is about that size place I was saving up for myself, actually. So, what does your husband do for a living?” and as she asked that question the blonde woman said in an irritated tone: “Oh very well! He works as a doctor, at an asylum for the criminally insane. He spends half the week there, and half the week here. I don't like it, but I cannot change it... it is just the way things are. Those boys who helped me escort you here are groundskeepers here, and part of the servants that my husband and I hired to help us keep this place up nicely and properly. They're like family to me, and all of them decent folk. They wouldn't have harmed you unless I ordered them to! And even then, maybe they'd have regretted it just a little.” Annette had a look about, and she saw the opulence of the chateau's interior and how finely decorated and well kept it was within. She whistled in appreciation, and the blonde woman said unto her: “Call me Julie, and my husband his name is Antoine. He is home today, but probably busy in the cellar with his work there. He conducts private experiments that aid him in his work at the asylum. You'll be helping him out with the work he does with those experiments.” Annette then asked: “In what capacity, Julie? I have no medical experience, to be honest with you. Aside from receiving treatment myself, that is.” Then the icy blonde woman stated: “In whatever way you are instructed to, girly. In whatever way he requires!” Annette did attempt after that to introduce herself formally, but Julie waved her hand and said: “No! I do not need to know your name... I barely can remember the servants' names half the time. Besides... you are far from the first assistant we've had to procure, and I doubt you'll be the last. Best to just leave you to the work, and be about my own business otherwise.” Annette found that strange, and waited about for Antoine to summon her. Or one of the servants. Julie scampered off and Annette did not see her after that as she so waited for some sign that it was time to begin whatever duties it was that were to be expected of her. It was strange suddenly being employed for a job she had no experience with. This was very odd indeed!
Before long, an elderly manservant approached Annette and said unto her: “Girl! The master is ready for you to come to him, he is in his laboratory and I am to escort you down there. I wish it were under a far better set of circumstances, though. You seem so nice, after all!” And the young woman asked of the old man as they walked along and soon downward by means of a dark staircase leading deep below the chateau's foundations and on even further down below the cellar level: “So... does Antoine's wife ever come down to visit him when he is experimenting?” and the servant answered: “No! He needs privacy for his work, especially when working with assistants like yourself.” And she found all of this strange in the extreme. Soon enough, she was shown into the laboratory and it was the most twisted and awful thing that Annette had ever seen in her entire young life. The chamber was dark, and lit dimly by lamps and candles. No windows provided any further illumination. There was an empty wooden table in the center of the room, with metal shackles and chains upon it and blood stains covering the surface of it. A slab in a corner contained a cadaver in the process of being dissected. Beakers, flasks, cauldrons and containers for liquids of various sorts bubbled away heated by fires lit beneath them whether on stoves or by other means, and tubes were connected from the flasks to various mechanical contraptions that in truth were highly peculiar and obtuse in their design. Crude machines, new to this era but not unheard of, especially in the occult circles of alchemists. Every manner of medical equipment was present, and there were instruments and tools of every kind for that sort of work. Laboring at one of the machines, was a tall man, dark and handsome, with a thick black mustache but who was clean shaven otherwise. He wore a very exquisite looking black suit fit for the nobility... everyone in this household wore black without exception... and had on a finger of his left hand a ruby ring of the highest quality. His skin was unnaturally pale, and his eyes were as blue as Julie's own had been. His face was sharply featured, and he seemed to be slender rather than muscular. On noticing Annette, he walked over to her and said in a friendly manner: “Welcome, girl! I assume you are to be my new assistant?” She nodded, and he said to her after that: “Very good! Very good indeed. I am the master of this house, and you are going to aid me in my work in this chamber.” “Doing what?” she asked him, and she said: “Why, helping me to obtain the secret of eternal life, of course!” and before she could say anything in answer to that, the old man who was still nearby struck her over the head with something, and knocked her out in a sudden motion.
When she awakened from the cowardly blow, she was manacled to the table in the middle of the room and there was a tube inserted into her left arm by means of a needle attached to the end of it. Another so was inserted into her right arm, and her arms were outstretched and chained so that she could not move them. She could not move her legs, either, which were likewise shackled and chained. Blood was being siphoned from her body and flowed through the tubes into a large flask containing an extremely strange looking mixture of liquids and fluids. She felt faint, and was growing weaker. After a bit... the ghoulish process was halted and she remained conscious. “I do not mean to kill you, girl. I just need some of that delicious blood of yours in order to create the elixir that I need to keep myself from aging. That is all. It is one of the ways in which you will be... assisting me... in my work. This has nothing to do with what I do at the asylum... it is a personal project, a passion project. One that is all of my own devising!” Such was the madness that Antoine told Annette. She shuddered and said in reply to this: “Oh good God! My blood will not make you any younger, sir, I can assure you of that. If it could do that, I would still be a young girl and not a grown woman.” and the pale, sinister man said to this: “Unrefined by the process I am putting it through, I would agree with you about that. Your blood would be useless! But once I set it through the paces required, it will be transmuted into a form pure enough to allow for the creation of so grand an elixir as has never been made before. At least that I know of! Fear not... if it works, I will be a generous man and share it with you. As I said... I do not mean to kill you. If it changes me, it will be of a potency that will change anyone. And you, will be the first I will share it with! Is that not agreeable?”
“No, sir! That is not agreeable by any means.” cried Annette as she heard the bubbling of her blood as it was altered by the other substances the large elixir flask contained. “Wait and see! You will be readily inclined to think otherwise when all is said and done.” said Antoine, and the young woman reasoned as rightly as she knew that if she was neither the first nor potentially the last “assistant” to be taken to this chamber and subjected to this process... then surely that had to mean she was going to die out of it. But she did not speak of her fears, she waited silently... knowing there was no reasoning with a man as mad and deluded as this... and prayed to God that this would not be the day and the manner in which she so was fated to perish. The elderly manservant went over to check on the elixir flask, and called his master over to look at it. “See? It is happening, master! The reaction that has never occurred before with any of the others... it is happening. This woman's blood has created the miracle.” and whatever it was, it was causing something to occur in the flask that occupied the two men's attention devotedly. “Great, then!” she called out, adding: “So... does that mean you'll unchain me, now, and give me a taste?” And as soon as she said that, Antoine walked over and took his cock out of his pants, which he then vilely proceeded to masturbate until he did orgasm unto her face. The old servant chuckled on seeing his master do that, and cried out in a cackle: “Yes, master! Let her taste that for now. The first sip of the elixir shall by all rights be yours, and yours alone.” The pale man then put his manhood back into his pants and walked back to the flask, which he took from where it sat and poured into a container filled with cold water in order to cool the mixture. Then he took a gold chalice decorated with emerald gemstones, and filled it with the cooled elixir. He drank of it, and as soon as he did so his body began to convulse and he had a series of violent seizures. He coughed, and spat out some of what he had drank, and collapsed hard unto the floor. The old servant looked on in horror, his mouth open in shock. Annette was in full view of the man's collapse which occurred before the table she was chained and shackled to. Antoine appeared dead and not moving... his breathing went from shallow to ceasing altogether. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and they were now blood red in color. The whites of his eyes had become as black as night. He no longer in any way was breathing, yet clearly he lived. The living dead! “Excellent!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “At last... we have a success.” he added, going on to say: “Set the woman free, and give her some of the elixir. I am a man of my word, and this shall be the woman's first payment of many in my service.” to which the elderly servant complied. Annette went through the same exact dreadful process as Antoine had just gone through, and with the same identical results. Her eyes had changed, and she breathed no longer... yet she walked and lived exactly as she had before her unholy transformation. Yet, going forth from that day onward... the two of them would require the blood of the living so that they could remain alive themselves. These horrors and others, they would come to accept as the price for immortality. Not a day older would either of them become! They would remain the same age as they had been when they partook of the elixir that had visited this new state of existence upon them. Julie also was given the red elixir, and it transformed her into this accursed existence also. The whole household was changed, and the chateau became a den for these vampires. Antoine's work at the asylum would continue, and it was a good place to procure fresh victims. Over time, he and the others including Annette became refined in both depravity and cruelty as they devised new and entertaining ways to pass the long centuries that did await them. As hard as her life began, in a way it was Annette's descent into wickedness that did allow her in the end to savor the joys of a life without end. There is nothing in this world that is without cost, and whether one does good or evil... wicked things or otherwise... a price must always be paid. Annette discovered this most vigorously in the act of extracting the price of blood from those she took it from in order to keep herself in her new and eternal life. Like Antoine taught her, she only took enough blood to sate her newfound thirst... never enough to kill her victims. One or two would perish, occasionally, and their bodies were always easy to dispose of, without raising any suspicion... but she would get better at this with time, and she had all the time in the world to perfect these and other dark arts. She was happy.
Published 13th Oct 2023
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