Vicky Part Two

Morning sun shone through the pink and white curtains, it was late, and after ten I guessed. There were no clocks and I didn't have a watch. Time seemed unimportant and slipped by with hardly a care. I bathed, languishing in the hot sudsy water; my body fully relaxed and ready for another romp through the manor. Breakfast seemed like a great idea and I dressed in a casual sexy outfit, not like the dress from the night before. The red leather halter vest came to just the top of my hefty breasts and the little black leather hot pants to the bottom of my thighs. Knee high soft leather boots completed the style.

I closed the door behind me and headed for the dinning hall. Marla was just exiting her room as well and called out to me to wait up.

"Are you heading for breakfast?" I asked.

"Yes I'm starved, and you look good enough to eat my dear," said Marla.

"Thanks, is it to much, I mean for the time of day, should I change into something more conservative for breakfast?"

"I wouldn't, if I was you, you look fabulous, I'd eat you my self if I didn't have other plans."

"Oh what plans, if you don't mind my asking?" I said with a tiny blush on my face.

"Mitch and I are getting together in the dungeon, and I think Sara, that woman who had her dress pulled all the way up last night at dinner is joining us too."

"What's the dungeon? Is it a room?"

"Oh I can't tell you that, new comers have to find these things out for them selves. I will tell you this though." She whispered "If you find the basement stairs, when you get to the bottom, don't go left."

"Why what's left?"

"My dear' just trust me, keep to your right, the left is for the more advanced players and if you stumble onto something you can't handle, no one will care and you won't be allowed to leave until their done with you," whispered Marla again. "And don't tell anyone I told you, or I'll be in big trouble. Ok?"

"Oh of course, and thanks for the warning, this place gets more interesting all the time. Have you been here many times?"

"This is my fourth, and every time I'm invited I have a whole new experience and it seems anything can happen…"

"Well I don't know my way around, do all these hallways lead back to the same place?"

"Yes I think so, I don't think you could get lost for good or anything," giggled Marla.

"I hope not, it's a nice place to visit but I want to be able to leave."

"Come on lets go eat, before someone eats us."

We giggled and went to the dinning room, the table was laid out with hot steam plates and it was evident that we were to help our self's. Mitch was at the table alone, gobbling scrambled eggs and sausage.

"Ladies, good morning, have you seen Sara about?"

"No I thought maybe she was here all ready," said Marla.

"I haven't seen anyone but you two this morning," I said.

"Well join me for breakfast, maybe the others will show up or maybe their having a different kind of breakfast…"

I sat across from Marla and Mitch and dived into the steaming trays of food. Tara the cook certainly knew how to make things taste good. We finished up, still not seeing anyone else and Marla and Mitch bid me a good day and went off to execute their plans.

I had more exploring to do and had declined the offer to join them. The basement sounded exciting and I headed through to the main common room to see if I could find the stair way leading down. The door way from the dinning room led back to the kitchen and from there an unexplored hall. It was a little creepy the stone walls were damp to the touch; torches instead of light bulbs lit the passage. No spider webs, but I did hear some kind of rustling noise. Ignoring it I went on, the tunnel like passage turned and then turned again. Dampness hung in the air; feeling as if it had just rained. A musty dark smell enveloped me I thought I must be close. It was weird the floor grade was going down. It couldn't be right, I had chosen the wrong way and was about to turn back when I heard a whisper in the dark.

"Want to play little girl?"

I jumped at the whispered voice, whoever it was scared the crap out of me.

There was just his shadow; I couldn't see his face, "who are you?" I asked timidly.

"Mark Antony, will you play or go running back up into the light," he challenged.

My heart beat faster, blood thundered in my ears, sweat tickled my palms and I drew a hand through my jet black hair. Normally challenges were to be met, head on and with determination. This was different; I wasn't sure, I didn't know this place or the people in it.

"What will we play?"

Mark Antony stepped out into the dim light, his dark brown eyes crinkled and his wide licentious mouth grinned at the word play. He was unearthly handsome with a heavier build like a boxer. His whole body reeked of strength and his forearms bulged when he held out his hand too me.

"We can play whatever you like. You need not worry, nothing will happen that you can't handle."

"What about the basement, I've heard things happen there."

"My dear, I'm here to keep you from the basement and turn your attention to other things. The basement is not for new people and you would do well to stay away from there."

"So you've been following me? Was I too close to the stairs?"

"Vicky, play with me or go back into the light, the warnings end here."

"Can you take me there, not to do anything; but just have a look?"

"You are tenacious; alright take my hand I'll show you, but only the first rooms. Perhaps you'd like to play there later," he grinned.

I took his hand and was led farther down the corridor; there was a light at the end and stairs leading down. The dampness hung like a thick blanket but as we descended it became cooler and dry. The basement was lit with old oil lanterns and the floors were made of real flag stone. Very authentic I thought. It was exciting holding his large hand; I felt safe and couldn't imagine anything bad happening with a man that big.

Muffled noises I couldn't discern echoed inaudibly around the basement. A short ways down the hall I saw a man being led naked with a collar around his neck. He disappeared along with the woman leading him into a room with a weird mark on the door.

Mark Antony just smiled when I looked at him with questioning eyes.

"What is it, what's that mark? Come on I might as well know. I'm a writer and I'm here to learn"

"It's the water mark, those into water play; enter there."

"Oh I see, so the marks on these doors all mean something?"

"Yes indeed they do, you don't want to wander into the wrong one."

"You realize not many get a tour like this. The master prefers his new guests to explore on their own. You're not even supposed to be down here, the tour will be short; then you must go back into the light."

"What's to the left?"

"That corridor isn't for you. Stay away from there."

"Why?"

"You ask too many questions for a person who's only been here 12 hours, this place has many secrets and if you're as smart as you are tenacious you'll heed my words and stay in the lighter places."

"All right but I want to see sometime." I said, (I did return to the castle at a later date and did explore the basement, but that's another story,)

"Some people have been coming for years to the chateau; and have never been down here at all. Like I said, there are many secrets and once you find them out; it's too late."

"Oh great; now your making it sound all scary, like there's vampires or something."

"I never said that there wasn't"

"Ok; enough, you're scaring me, let's go back up."

Mark turned us around and headed back up the stairs. "Wise choice my dear, we'll go play in another room; one more suited to your needs."

"What do you know about my needs?"

Mark swung around and pushed me up against the damp wall. His mouth fell over mine and forced his tongue deep inside. A hand went to my breast and ripped away the red halter top. All I remember was the sound of my heart racing. I was kissed so passionately while his hands explored my breasts. His touch was soft and sensuous and I suddenly realized that I wanted him badly. I wasn't here to have sex, but it was all around me and I couldn't imagine a better way to learn about the kinky things that went on there.

"You like it hard and soft, an enigma really; rough play with gentle undertones, right?

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I don't like other things as well."

"Like what other things? If you're going to enjoy your stay it's better to be honest."

"I'll spill my guts when I'm damn ready too. And besides I'm not supposed to be here for sex I'm simply here to interview."

"You're spilling more than your guts right now, I can smell your sex and it's turning me on. Besides there is nothing stopping you from having some fun during your stay is there?"

The boldness of his statement, made my sex leak. I licked my lips, it was wicked but I was imagining his cock sliding into my pussy. We were so close, our bodies only inches apart; I felt his heat. Marks maleness settled around me like a cloak.

"Alright I'll play."

Mark laughed and ran a hand through the curls in my hair. "I hope you get back for another stay, you're an interesting woman. Let's go play."

I took his hand again as he led me down the grey stone floors. My breasts swung freely; somehow it didn't seem strange and I was completely at ease in that place. Mark led me into a private room. --

The End of Part two