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Zandra Ch. 01

By: MrPendragon



I

The black smoke of the factories had darkened the sky, so that even during the day the gas lights in the room had to be lit if Zandra was to read something. She sat at her desk, made of a reddish wood that sat by the window that overlooked the back alley. Her apartment was on the third floor, so on certain days when the clouds weren't quite so dark, she could see over the roofs of the city and see the black waters of the Tillman River.

Today was too dark and the air filled with too much smoke to see anything beyond the windows on the other side of the alley. Being a proper, young woman of society she had no intention of curing her boredom by snooping on her neighbors across from her. Zandra decided to spend her day reading letters and doing her correspondences.

A busty, attractive woman, Zandra had many suitors from all over the civilized country writing her letters of proposal. Her red hair, unusual in her part of the world often made her a standout at the balls that she frequented. Her wit and wonderful voice had made her the unofficial Queen of the Social. Indeed, she often felt like royalty as the eager, young men tripped over themselves for a dance and an opportunity to shower her with praise and devotion.

Every letter was carefully read, always with a smile on her full lips. Afterwords, Zandra would write a careful and delicate rejection to their marriage proposals. But in each letter, she always put in a silver lining, a small ray of hope to keep her gentlemen suitors writing her, so that she could continue to enjoy their letters.

One letter in particular stood out. It was from a man named Mr. Xavier, someone she had never met before. Receiving letters from men she did not know was uncommon, but it wasn't unheard of. This letter was unusual in it was an invitation to a social gathering. 

"You are hereby invited to the demonstration and exhibition of the unknown powers of Spiritualism," the letter read. "I am new to this city and have heard that one cannot have a successful social gathering without your presence. Thus, it would honor me greatly if you would bless this little event with your charm and grace. The event will be held at my townhouse at 1125 Northbelle Avenue at seven in the evening, October the 5th. Dress need not be formal. Dinner and drinks will be provided. With sincerest gratitude, Mr. Xavier."

"How charming," Zandra exclaimed.

Spiritualism was the latest fad and interest among the cultured people of the city. Debates between learned men had given aflame to a possibility of worlds beyond the physical one. This was an opportunity that couldn't be passed up. With tremendous enthusiasm and excitement, Zandra quickly wrote a response to the mysterious Mr. Xavier, informing the gentlemen that she would most defiantly be in attendance. "I wouldn't miss it for all the world," she wrote.

II

The parlor couldn't fit another person, the room was packed with eager spectators. All of whom, were the very best and cultured people the city had to offer. There was Lady Victoria, the thirty eight year old wife to the elderly Master Wilkshire and her eighteen year old daughter Annabelle. Inspector Lyndon, the skeptic of the group, sat on the sofa and smoked his pipe. Beside the inspector sat the brilliant young scientist and inventor, Camus. Zandra was of course present, sitting in the chair beside a rising star of the theater, Christina. There were many others crowding the room, but none seemed to be of any importance to Zandra.

In the center of the parlor was a small table, covered in a velvet cloth decorated with strange symbols. An empty chair sat beside it. On this table was a crystal ball and an old, leather bound book. Zandra couldn't get a good look at what book it was from her vantage point. It didn't matter though, as Zandra was having a perfectly good time listening to others gossip and doing a little gossiping herself. In fact, she got into a very spirited discussion with Christina on the subject of Mr. Xavier himself.

"I have it on good authority that Mr. Xavier comes from the east," Christina said. "Where from the east is a bit of a mystery but he most defiantly comes from somewhere that way. I have heard that he can conjure the spirits of the dead, but such a thing must be impossible."

Zandra laughed at the notion of impossibility. "Oh my dear, don't be so silly. In this new age of science and enlightenment, who are we to determine what is possible and what is impossible? I have been in letter correspondence with Mr. Xavier for three weeks now. He is one of the most intelligent and learned man I have ever discoursed with via letter. I have full confidence in Mr. Xavier and his ability to demonstrate the science and validity behind Spiritualism."

From his sofa, Inspector Lyndon shouted "humbug" at Zandra. Coolly, Zandra ignored Inspector Lyndon's comment. He said nothing further in her or Christina's direction. The good inspector elected to keep quiet and smoke his pipe.

"Spiritualism, is a new form of understanding," Zandra continued. "We have only just begun to explore the hidden world. Think of how much could be beyond our own perception. Mr. Xavier and his like are explorers of that hidden world."

"But there is so little we know about Mr. Xavier. His claims are just so incredible, I can barely wrap my mind around it."

"Which is why we need men like Mr. Xavier, to guide us into these new ideas. I can hardly comprehend it myself, but I trust in Mr. Xavier's authority on the subject. Respected gentlemen should not be doubted, it's uncivilized."

"Inspector Lyndon is a respected gentlemen," Christina said. "But, you doubted his skepticism."

"Intelligent and cultured gentlemen then."

"Do you really intend to put your complete faith into Mr. Xavier's claims?"

"Why wouldn't I? What possible reason could he have to deceive us?"

"There are many reasons young lady," Inspector Lyndon said. "But the subjects of those reasons are not fit for discussion in the presence of women. Suffice it to say, I have known men of the likes of Mr. Xavier. They are not to be trusted."

The room fell quiet and all eyes turned on the entrance way. Mr. Xavier stood at the entrance way, wearing a black robe. His hair was white and thinning, but his beard was full and well groomed. He was tall, fit for being in his early fifties. His head and nose were both narrow and long. His eyes were large and deep, but contained an uncanny power of attraction as they scanned the room. His voice was deep and soothing, his demeanor fatherly and wise. Zandra found herself smitten with him straight away.

"Welcome friends," Mr. Xavier said. "I welcome you to my home and to what I hope is the first of many journeys into the unknown together. I am Xavier. I have traveled extensively through out the east and have been initiated in many of the occult schools. The learned master who I have studied under, revealed to me the mysteries of the hidden world. So now I have come to your city, to do the same for you. Let us begin."

Like a spirit floating on the air, Mr. Xavier moved to the small table with the book on it. His hand darted out in several directions theatrically, while he spoke some words that no one else in the room could understand. Then with an elaborate gesture, he opened the book to a certain page. He raised both hands in the air and called for absolute quite. Not a sound could be heard.

The room darkened. The crystal ball began to glow an eerie, green light. As Zandra watched in fascination, she could feel a chill running up her spine. Christina had grabbed her by the hand and held it tightly. Zandra didn't mind. 

Mr. Xavier began reading from the book in a strange, ancient sounding language. As he read the crystal ball's green glow intensified. The brass sconces attached the walls began to shake and rattle. Mr. Xavier's voice thundered and echoed. The light from the crystal ball began turning color, becoming a dark, scarlet glow. 

Zandra felt herself moisten at Mr. Xavier's powerful voice. Her chest heaved and her mind was being emptied. She was becoming lustful, suddenly needing the strong touch of Mr. Xavier's hands. As his chant reached its crescendo, she felt herself nearing orgasm.

The sounds of moaning and wailing filled the parlor. The walls and floor shook with a mysterious power. Christina was gripping Zandra's hand so tightly it felt as though it was going to break. Zandra had to bite her lip to prevent herself from howling out in a mad passion.

Zandra gazed into the crystal ball. She saw a galaxy of stars and strange worlds of bizarre architecture and twisted landscapes. She saw the pleasure domes of ancient wizards and the palaces of priests of long forgotten faiths. There was a man with dark hair, his arms stretched out to the sides with his palms skyward. Zandra could feel herself being pulled towards crystal ball, being pulled towards those strange worlds to serve the old masters as their willing slave. Then she saw Mr. Xavier's dark eyes, commanding her to submit.

The colors and the images ceased. Zandra felt as though she was snapped from a dream. Looking about the parlor, she saw that the candles in the sconces were still lit and the room was perfectly bright.

"Was that it?" Inspector Lyndon asked unimpressed.

Zandra grew angry with his dismissive attitude. "What ever do you mean inspector? Did you not see the colors or the images in the crystal ball?"

"Young lady, what are you babbling about? I saw no such thing. All the crystal ball did was blink some green light. A trick easily done by any confidence trickster."

"Perhaps your mind is too small to experience the vast unknown Inspector Lyndon," Zandra said.

"Perhaps you are right. Regardless, it was a nice show all the same."

With that, the good inspector rose from the couch and quit the parlor. The crowd looked and whispered to each other, trying to piece together exactly what happened or didn't happen. Zandra didn't need such consultations, she knew exactly what she saw and experienced.

"It's getting late," Christina said. "I must retire as I have rehearsals all this week. You must come and visit Zandra, I would love to chat with you some more."

Zandra smiled warmly. "Of course. I can tell we are going to be very dear friends."

Mr. Xavier thanked his guests for coming and promised to see each of them out personally. The guests quickly filed out of the room, except for Zandra who was very interested in the contents on the small table. While everyone was leaving, she walked over and looked over the book. It was written in a strange, ornate style by hand. She couldn't figure out how it was supposed to be read as the symbols seemed rather random in nature.

"Are you interested in the hidden arts young lady?"

Zandra spun around at the sound of Mr. Xavier's voice. Everyone else had left the townhouse, no doubt on their way home. She felt a bit uncomfortable, as it was improper for a lady to be alone with a strange man.

"I find this all very fascinating," she said. "How do you read such a strange book?"

"It takes years of patient study. The book is powerful and can even be dangerous in the wrong hands. It takes an experienced master to explore its secrets."

"Where did you find it?"

"From the ancient civilization of Leng," he said. "It is far to the east, in the darkest of continents. A place of mystery and cruelty. But there was also great pleasure there. The women were the most beautiful I have ever seen. I was sad to leave it, but such mysteries must be shared with the western world. So I have brought these gifts here to Darkwall, for all to share."

Zandra felt herself swoon at his words. How badly she wanted to surrender herself to him. To embrace him in a fit of passion and submit entirely to his power. But she resisted temptation, and gathered her resolve to excuse herself from his company.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening Mr. Xavier," Zandra said. "I really must be going as it is getting rather late."

"Yes that is. If you ever interesting in exploring the hidden world yourself, my door will always be open to you."

"That is a very tempting offer Mr. Xavier. Perhaps I will take you up on it. Good night sir."

With that, Zandra left the townhouse quickly. Once outside, she felt a strange relief as if suddenly freed from invisible shackles. She climbed into her carriage and went straight home.

III

Several weeks later Zandra was invited for tea at Lady Victoria's home on Hampton Boulevard. This wasn't her first time at Lady Victoria's home, but her visits were not often. The home itself was an opulent mansion, filled with all sorts of indentured maids and servants. Lady Victoria's salon was the most famous in the city. Her guest lists were a who's who of high society. Even the High Lord was a frequent guest of her socials.

They sat in the drawing room at the tea table. The wallpaper was green and the furniture tasteful. Zandra was particularly fond of the rug, a black canvas with ornate gold designs that spiraled and flowered. It was a most beautiful rug and Zandra made sure to compliment Lady Victoria on it.

"My husband purchased it in Sumaria," Lady Victoria told Zandra. "I was unable to travel with him but he told me the most wonderful stories about it. They have these structures there called ziggurats, built in ancient times to be temples and palaces of gods. He also told me that they sell women as slaves there. To be used as harlots and concubines to the lords and rich merchants."

"How savage."

"Isn't it though?" Lady Victoria sighed as she poured tea into both of their cups. "He told me about how they were whipped and sold to lecherous men, who fondled and used them without regards to any decency whatsoever. They were even given to guests as lurid entertainment."

"How could anything so disgusting happen in this day and age? It's revolting."

"Of course my husband did not partake in such things."

"Of course not. A respectable man like him wouldn't think of it," Zandra said.

"Still, the history of it is quite interesting. In a purely academic fashion of course."

"Of course."

"Evidently the culture of pleasure slaves didn't originate in Sumaria, but to our east on our very own continent."

"You must be jesting," Zandra gasped in shock.

"I wish I was. But still, it was hundreds of years ago. Here we are safe and sound in the year of Our Lady 1872 and far from the filthy grasp of slavers. Let's change the subject. What did you think of Mr. Xavier?"

"A most fascinating individual," Zandra said. "I'll tell you, I really experienced something in his parlor. There were powerful forces at work in there."

"I couldn't agree more darling. I could swear that I had seen weird things in that crystal. Annabelle said that she things in it too. As to what they were, she couldn't say exactly. It's foggy now, like a half-remembered dream."

"I'm the same way. I try to piece it all together from memory, but nothing seems right or makes sense. I wonder if Mr. Xavier will hold another gathering."

"Annabelle and I have been to see him. Several times in fact. Each time I find him and his ideas more intriguing. Annabelle is absolutely smitten with him. Her eyes light up every time his name is even mentioned. I must admit, the thought of the man has a strange effect on me as well. I feel drawn and attracted to him. He has an interest in you as well."

"Does he?"

"Yes," Lady Victoria answered. "He said that you have a very powerful spirit and asked me to invite you to become an apprentice to his art."

"Perhaps I should see him then," Zandra replied. The thought of Mr. Xavier asking about her was incredibly flattering. "Still, it would be best to see him in a social setting. Visiting him alone just wouldn't be proper and my gentlemen callers would be beyond jealous."

"I assure you, Mr. Xavier is of the highest moral character of any man I have ever met. He is completely trustworthy."

IV

In mid-November, the frost had come to Darkwall. They hadn't received their first good snow yet, but the sudden, bitter cold promised for a harsh winter. One of the advantages to keeping a small apartment was that it was easier to heat. The furnace was well placed, keeping the majority of the space comfortable.

Zandra had kept in written correspondence with Mr. Xavier, but had not visited him personally since the night she had met him. Each day, she considered going to see him and each day, decided against it. She couldn't help but a feel an incredible attraction to the man and a burning desire to surrender to it.

On the 14th of November Zandra could keep away no longer. She arranged to meet Mr. Xavier in his home as he rarely ventured out of it. The arrangement was set for the afternoon and Zandra set out in her carriage for Mr. Xavier's townhouse.

He was at home as expected and the two sat in the parlor where the seance was preformed last October. Mr. Xavier served her an exotic tea from the far east. It had a bitter taste that Zandra didn't much care for. But she didn't complain since it would be rude, besides drinking exotic tea was a very cultured thing to do, regardless of how it tasted.

"I am pleased that you have come to see me," Mr. Xavier said. His deep, piercing eyes studied her intensely from his the chair he sat in.

Zandra sat on the sofa, with perfect posture. "I'm sorry it wasn't sooner," she apologized. "But you see, I have just been so busy lately."

"I understand. I'm just happy that you are here now. Lady Victoria tells me that you have shown some interest in becoming one of my students."

"Well yes, I find the subject of Spiritualism most fascinating. I would like to learn as much about it as possible."

"That is good. More tea?"

"Oh, yes please."

Zandra hadn't realized that she had drank her entire cup. Perhaps she was becoming accustomed to the taste. Mr. Xavier poured some more of the tea into the cup. When it was full again, Zandra took another sip.

She began to feel a little strange, a bit warmer. Perhaps it was just the room, after all it was filled with the psychic memories of her spiritual experience there. It must be a residual effect in the room, she told herself. Zandra set the tea cup down and tried to focus on her conversation with Mr. Xavier, whose intense gaze was fixed on her.

"In what subjects would you instruct me Mr. Xavier?" Zandra asked.

"In subjects that are suitable for a woman of course."

"Of course."

Zandra couldn't concentrate. Her heard was swimming with strange thoughts and her body was jolted with bizarre sensations. She suddenly felt the need to claw at her clothes, to rip them off her body. Never before had her dresses felt so restrictive, like iron shackles chaining her to a dungeon wall. Desperate to compose herself, she took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Lustful thoughts began to plague her mind, uncontrollable and unrelenting. Corruption was coursing through her veins. 

"I must apologize Mr. Xavier," Zandra said between labored gasps. "But I am feeling unwell and must take my leave."

"So soon?"

"I'm afraid so. Thank you for the lovely afternoon."

Zandra quit the house quickly and had her carriage rush her home. She burst through her apartment door and closed and locked it as fast as she could. Twilight was falling out of the windows. Unable to restrain herself and longer, Zandra began tearing the clothes from her body. Naked, she collapsed on the bed and started groping herself wildly. Lust and passion had completely taken hold. She had succumbed to the carnal desires and filthy words flooded her mind. Slut. Pussy. Cock. Whore. Fuck. 

She thought of a shadowy man, a man whose face she couldn't see. She thought of herself on her back before him with her legs spread wide. In her fevered dream the man was fucking her, raping her, tearing the purity and decency from her soul and turning her into a sex crazed wild thing, yearning to submit.


Zandra Ch. 01



Masturbate the corruption commanded her. Zandra's fingers worked her pussy as if she was some whore, performing a show for a room full of degenerate men. She moaned and writhed, all self control gone from her mind and body. Howling, she worked herself to orgasm. The madness was passing for now, but Zandra's nightmare had only begun.

V

Lady Victoria's annual New Year's Eve Ball was the social event of the year. It was the first time that Zandra had attended it. It was everything that she dreamed it would be. A small string quartet in the corner of the salon to provide the waltzes, while the best of Darkwall society danced elegantly in the finest suits and gowns. All the ladies wore their finest jewelry. Necklines sparkled with dazzling diamonds and precious jewels. A banquet table on the east wall had the most exotic delicacies and every glass was filled with sparkling, white wine.

The extravagance of the whole affair was more than a little overwhelming. Zandra moved among the crowd of guests, mingling with the wives of some of the most important nobles. The unmarried flocked to her. Zandra danced all night, each time with a different partner. All hoping to catch her hand in their bid to marry her. Never before had she felt so enchanted.

However, there was a darkness and a dread hanging over the evening. Mr. Xavier was also attending the ball. Zandra hadn't spoken to or responded to his letters since her visit with him in November. Every time she spotted him, she moved to the other side of Lady Victoria's salon to try and disappear into the crowd. She was reluctant to speak with him again, as the events of their last encounter and disturbed her deeply.

Christina, the dark haired and fair skinned actress was also in attendance. Zandra spent most of her time conversing with her, using her to maneuver away from Mr. Xavier when he advanced towards her. For most of the evening, Zandra didn't notice him. But every once in a while she would turn and there he would be, watching her with those intense eyes of his. Christina couldn't help but notice Zandra's shifts in demeanor.

"Are you alright?" Christina asked.

"Yes, it's just...oh it's silly."

Christina tilted her head to the side slightly, struck by Zandra's odd behavior.

"A little too much to drink is all," Zandra said. 

"Oh, well you should be careful. A lady shouldn't drink too much, it's unseemly."

"I know, but the wine is just so good."

Christina laughed, "it really is," she said. "Do you know what year this wine is by chance?"

"I couldn't say. How goes the play?"

"It's a total nightmare. The stage hands are worthless, they can't do anything right. Mr. DeMint, that is the director of the play, is always stomping and pulling his hair out. Constant shouting and cursing, it's really wearing on me. The stress of it all is just too much. Sometimes I wonder if the limelight is even worth it really."

"I suppose, but the prestige of the piece is the talk of the town."

"It's a most fantastic piece, but also so extremely demanding. I have to invest so much of my soul into this role, I'm afraid there will be little left by the time its over. Our Lady bless me, just let me get through these awful rehearsals so that I can hear the applause once again."

"How close are you to opening?"

"Not until February," Christina said. "We should be opening sooner, but the production has been troubled. One of the make-up girls is convinced that the production is cursed. She says its the new theater that we moved the production into."

"Ah yes, they built it over an old temple or something."

"Mr. Xavier seems to have taken an interest in the building. That man is the very definition of creepy. He just stands there, leering at me from the back of the auditorium. I've asked Mr. DeMint to throw him out, but Mr. DeMint refuses."

"What is he doing there?"

"My guess is that he's looking for something," Christina answered. "That whole area is strange. I'll tell you, I'll never work in that theater again after this production finishes. There's an alley not far from the theater, do you know what they call it? Rape alley. Am I really supposed to work in such conditions? If I wasn't such a dedicated professional, I would have resigned my lead role and found another play to grace with my talent."

Zandra glanced over towards the opposite side of the room and noticed Mr. Xavier whispering into Lady Victoria's ear. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out of the salon into a hall. Zandra finished her glass of wine and offered her best wishes to Christina, who gratefully accepted them. Setting the empty glass aside, Zandra crossed the salon and made her way into the hall that Lady Victoria and Mr. Xavier disappeared down. 

The hallway led her to a door, cracked slightly ajar with candlelight spilling out from behind. Zandra listened carefully to see if she could hear anyone in the room. When she heard nothing but the distant sound of the ball, Zandra opened the door and stepped into the room.

It was a guest bedroom, with a large canvas bed. The walls were covered in a dark red wallpaper and the furniture was made from a dark wood. The wardrobe was open and empty, as if someone had suddenly packed and left. She closed the door behind her and walked throughout the room, looking over the paintings that hung on the wall. The windows looked out at Lady Victoria's famous rose garden. 

Zandra heard voices coming towards the room. She recognized one of them as Mr. Xavier's and in a moment of panic, rushed to the wardrobe to hide herself in it. She closed the wardrobes doors, leaving a small crack so that she could see out of it. The only real view that Zandra had, was of the bed. The door opened and Mr. Xavier entered the bedroom with Lady Victoria behind him. She closed the door and the two stood by the foot of the bed. Lady Victoria appeared nervous about something.

"You're being ridiculous my dear Victoria," Mr. Xavier said. "Annabelle is fine, I assure that she hasn't gone missing."

"She should be here, where is she?"

"Probably with an admirer Victoria. I've opened up a new world for the two of you, now it is her time to explore it."

"This new world of yours could bring scandal and shame on this house. The people of this city are small minded and wouldn't understand. I'm not sure if I want this anymore."

"Yes you do. Do you remember how you felt when you watched me fuck Annabelle for the first time? Sitting there on your knees, waiting for your turn at my bed? I remember you telling me how you could still taste your daughter's pussy on my cock when you sucked it. You told me how filthy you felt, how turned on by it you were."

"I..." Lady Victoria paused, "I wasn't in my right mind. My mind was clouded, I couldn't think straight. No, Annabelle and I will have nothing to do with you anymore."

Lady Victoria turned away from Mr. Xavier, afraid to even look at him. Her face was filled with shame and humiliation. 

"Victoria, look at me."

"Please Mr. Xavier, just leave us alone from now on. I convinced Zandra to see you, I invited her to this ball for you. You can have her and do with her whatever you want, just leave us alone from now on."

"Victoria, look at me."

Reluctantly Lady Victoria turned and met Mr. Xavier's intense gaze. She fell under a hypnotic spell almost immediately, becoming docile and subservient. Mr. Xavier reached up with his hand and gently stroked her cheek.

"You are a whore," he said.

"I am a whore," Lady Victoria repeated hollowly.

"You crave being fucked. You are a slave to your own lustful desires, a slave to man's will. You will submit to men, do as they command and beg only for their cum inside you for return."

"I am a slave, I will submit and beg."

Lady Victoria slowly sank to her knees in defeat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled against her hypnotic bondage, but found herself too weak to do so. Her body shivered and shook from the struggle happening inside her.

"You are a piece of pussy, property to be bought and sold."

"I am a piece of pussy, property to be bought and sold."

Unable to fight Mr. Xavier's willpower any longer, Lady Victoria reached up and opened his pants. She pulled out his cock with her hands, stroking it until it became hard. Her sad, defeated eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth and took his dick into it. Lady Victoria had given in completely, knowing that her daughter more than likely had already done the same. She sucked Mr. Xavier's cock passionately, now only wanting to please him.

Zandra watched from the wardrobe as Lady Victoria's lips glided up and down the shaft. She sucked at him greedily, more and more reveling in her submission. Mr. Xavier's hand gripped the back of her head and with it pushed Lady Victoria's mouth further along the shaft, ramming his stiff cock down her throat. Lady Victoria opened her mouth wider and took it, gagging as her throat was defiled carelessly.

When Mr. Xavier finished with her mouth, he seized her by the hair and yanked Lady Victoria to her feet. She was bent over the foot of the bed. He pulled the skirt of her gown up and revealed her pussy, wet with anticipation. Moving behind her, Mr. Xavier penetrated Lady Victoria keeping hold of her hair.

"Now slut, are you going to be good?" he asked.

"Yes master," Lady Victoria answered. "I promise to be a good slut."

Pleased, Mr. Xavier's face twisted into a cruel smile. That terrible smile froze Zandra's blood, she shuddered and nearly gasped at the sight of it. Catching herself before she made a noise, Zandra's heart skipped a beat from the possibility of discovery. Now she was trapped here, watching this cruel man fuck Lady Victoria, turning her into a craven whore.

But the true horror of the moment, was Zandra's own pussy was moistening as she watched. The desire to finger herself began to creep into her mind. She clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to control herself, but she could still hear Lady Victoria's moans. "Fuck me master," she begged while in her delirious state. Zandra opened her eyes and saw Lady Victoria clawing at the bedding in the heat of her disgraceful passion.

Mr. Xavier grabbed Lady Victoria by the hips and fucked her harder. Her eyes vacant, she squealed with each thrust, taking the pounding like a good, submissive slut. She orgasmed and then went limp, becoming nothing but a wet hole for Mr. Xavier to assault. Her moans and squeals had turned to little more than squeaks as she laid there passively, while Mr. Xavier finished by cumming inside her.

Done with her, Mr. Xavier tossed his mind broken slut to the floor and buttoned up his pants. Lady Victoria's eyes remained vacant, staring out into empty space. She panted, her body trying to catch air in a pointless attempt to regain control of itself.

"On your feet," Mr. Xavier commanded. "It's time that I took you to meet some friends of mine."

At his command, Lady Victoria stood up. Her knees wobbled slightly, but she managed to stand straight. Taken by the arm, she was taken out of the room by Mr. Xavier. After a few moments, Zandra was sure that they both were gone. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she managed to stay unnoticed.



Zandra Ch. 02



I

There was a knock at the door. Zandra tried her best to ignore it, but it was insistent. After a few more moments of the knocking she couldn't take it anymore. Even though she feared that it could be Mr. Xavier, she needed to tell whoever it was to go away. Zandra crossed her apartment and with a shaky hand, opened the door to reveal Inspector Lyndon standing out in the hall.

"I apologize for disturbing you," Inspector Lyndon said, "but I understand that you attended Lady Victoria's New Year's Eve ball."

"Uh, yes. Yes, I have."

"May I come in for a moment?"

"Please Inspector."

Inspector Lyndon smiled warmly, "so you remember me."

Inspector Lyndon stepped into Zandra's apartment and glanced around. It was dark, but most homes were during the harsher winter months in Darkwall. The place could have used a little more keeping, but from the look of the apartment, the young lady seemed to take care of herself well. He went over to one of the windows on the opposite side of the apartment from the door and looked out.

"A decent view," he said. "One can almost make out the river. I can remember the city before the factories and refineries. It seems progress comes with an unfortunate price. This is a good neighborhood as well. A fine apartment for a young lady such as yourself. Forgive me, I suppose we should get to the official business so you can get on with your day."

"If you would please."

The good inspector cleared his throat. "I am Inspector Lyndon of the Criminal Detection Agency of Darkwall and I am here on official investigation. I am interviewing everyone who was on Lady Victoria's guest list for her New Year's Eve ball as part of this investigation."

"Forgive me Inspector, but what is all of this about?"

"Ah, yes. It appears that Lady Victoria and her daughter Annabelle are missing. The last time anyone has seen either of them was on New Year's Eve. The two of them have disappeared sometime during the ball."

Zandra's legs gave away and she collapsed to the floor. The fall would have been a nasty one had not Inspector Lyndon's reflexes been so quick. He caught Zandra before her head hit the floor and helped her over to a sofa where she could sit and gather her composure.

"Are you alright Miss Zandra?"

"Yes, it's just such a shock. Lady Victoria and I were becoming so close. I cannot believe that this is happening."

"I could bring you a glass of water."

"No Inspector, I'm fine. It's just a shock is all."

"Of course, take your time."

Inspector Lyndon knelt down on the floor in front of Zandra and put his hand on hers. His touch was kind and comforting, but did little to calm Zandra's nerves. Her heart was racing and her mind was burning with the scene of Mr. Xavier ravishing Lady Victoria in the bedroom. After a few deep breaths, Zandra nodded to the inspector, letting him know she was ready to continue with his questions. He nodded back and stood up, taking out a little notepad and pencil from one of his pockets.

"You were in attendance at the ball on New Year's Eve correct?"

"Yes."

"Did you speak with Lady Victoria or her daughter during the event?"

"Lady Victoria, yes. I did not speak with Annabelle that night. As a matter of fact I don't even remember Annabelle being at the ball."

"Did you arrive at the event late?"

"Yes. I was about an hour late, perhaps a bit more."

"Interesting. So you spoke with Lady Victoria? What was her demeanor? What I mean is, was there anything unusual about her?"

"She seemed a bit nervous. Preoccupied. But I didn't think that was unusual since the ball was so grand with so many guests."

"Of course. When was the last time you saw Lady Victoria?"

Zandra froze at the question. What should she answer? Should she tell him the entire truth? About how she watched Lady Victoria drop to her knees and suck a man like a common whore? About how Mr. Xavier dehumanized her? Well then, Inspector Lyndon would ask her why she was in the closet of the bedroom in the first place. Then Zandra would have to confess everything. How she went to Mr. Xavier's home and has since been filled with lustful ambitions in indecency. She would be open to him, for him to judge and shame her. She would be humiliated. The very thought intoxicated her.

"Miss Zandra? When was the last time you saw her?"

His question snapped Zandra out of her thoughts. She couldn't lie, if Inspector Lyndon found out he would expose her just the same. Nor could she bare to tell the entire truth. An answer formed in her mind, which she carefully spoke.

"The last I saw her was leaving the ballroom down a hallway," Zandra said. "She was with Mr. Xavier as I recall."

"The same Mr. Xavier from several months ago? With the crystal ball and all of that spiritual nonsense?"

"Yes."

"What time was this approximately?"

"I couldn't say," Zandra answered. "I'm ashamed to admit that I had a little too much wine that evening."

"Ah. Well you have been most helpful Miss Zandra and I will not take up anymore of your time."

Inspector Lyndon put his little notepad and pencil away. Zandra was staring off into space, lost in thought and worry. Lyndon noticed this and decided to offer the young lady some comfort.

"It's best not to assume the worst young lady," he said. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I'm the best man that the CDA has. I'll get to the bottom of this affair. Nothing stays hidden from me, not for long anyway. No matter how cleverly someone locks a secret away, they have a way of escaping. Like those magicians in the Vaudeville shows who escape from death traps I suppose. Smoke and mirrors is all it is. Smoke and mirrors. Thank you for your time and patience. Have a pleasant afternoon."

Zandra nodded unable to respond any further. The good inspector understood and gracefully quit the apartment to leave her to her thoughts. As he stepped out onto the street, Inspector Lyndon thought about the night he attended Mr. Xavier's exhibition. His thoughts kept going back to those blinking lights in the crystal ball. An outlandish theory began to form in his mind. He would have to speak to Mr. Xavier, but first he had to visit a young man who knew something of invention.

II

Christina's drawing room was a splendid one. Her celebrity and earnings allowed for her to buy the finest furniture and the lushest of pillows and carpets. She was obviously fond of the color pink, which was the color of the pillows and cushioning of her sofa and chairs. The wood frames of the furniture were white and the wallpaper made to look like ivy crawling down marble pillars. The room seemed like a perfect place to hold a wedding in Zandra's mind.

The drawing room was a bit stuffy, but that was certainly preferable to the miserable cold outside. Ice had covered the streets and avenues, making travel by carriage hazardous. Zandra braved the hazards of winter however, she needed to chat to Christina about a great number of things. The two had already conversed over tea about the usual town gossip. Now that the conversation had slowed down, Zandra thought it was the right time to turn it in the direction she had intended it to go all along.

"Inspector Lyndon visited me the other day," Zandra said.

"About Lady Victoria?"

"Yes."

"He was here about that too, I nearly died of shock when I heard that she had disappeared with her daughter. How terrible."

"You know the last time I saw her, she was with Mr. Xavier."

Christina's jaw dropped in astonishment. "Are you certain?" she asked.

"Absolutely certain," Zandra answered. "Didn't you tell me that you had seen Mr. Xavier snooping around near the new theater?"

"Yes!" Christina gasped. "Do you think he has something to do with her disappearance?"

"I'm certain of it. I can't really say why, but I know that he is responsible."

"Now that I think back on it, I did notice Mr. Xavier leering at Lady Victoria quite a bit during the ball, but not nearly as much as he was leering at you. Blessed be! Zandra, you could be next. You have to go to Inspector Lyndon and get him to protect you!"

"I...I don't know. Maybe. Not yet." 

Zandra's words came out in a jumble of indecisiveness. Perhaps it would be wise to tell Inspector Lyndon everything, including her filthy habit of lustful thoughts. The problem though was that the label of whore or tramp was a strong one in Darkwall. If it became known that she was wanton, that her mind was twisted by sexual fantasy, she could lose all of her prospects for respectable suitors. It would ruin her. Yet something dark inside her was warping her heart, making the prospect of ruin an exciting one.

Lock those thoughts away, she thought to herself. It was becoming obvious that Mr. Xavier had done something to her as well as Lady Victoria and Annabelle. In their two encounters together, Mr. Xavier had somehow infected her mind with slutty filth. The more she fought against it, the stronger it was. 

Zandra dreamed of strange men fucking her, using her, ruining her forever. She dreamed of herself swallowing their cum and begging for more. She dreamed of being bound and gagged, beaten across her her ass with a whip, punishment for daring to deny her true nature as a slut. Thoughts and dreams she never had before that first encounter with Mr. Xavier. Such things were well repressed in her by her proper upbringing. Now they were flooding out of her at once and she was lost in a labyrinth that she did not understand.

"Zandra, are you feeling ill?"

"Huh?"

"You keep rubbing your thighs together, is the sofa uncomfortable for you?"

Zandra gasped and quickly tried to mask her surprise at her actions. She straightened up and fixed up her dress. With the raise of her chin, her back straight, Zandra had resumed the proper posture for a lady at tea.

"I'm fine," she said. "The news of Lady Victoria's has been extremely stressful on me. I think the best thing to do is to find out exactly what it is that Mr. Xavier is up to."

"How exciting! I've always wanted to solve a mystery," Christina said. "We'll find whatever it is Mr. Xavier is up to and then report it to Inspector Lyndon. I'll bet he'll be so proud of us that we'll get medals."

"Yes," Zandra replied halfheartedly, "I'm sure we'll get something."

III

The entire room was littered in junk. Half broken contraptions, half built machines, half finished blueprints, they were all scattered haphazardly around the room. There was barely any room to walk let alone converse civilly. Still, Inspector Lyndon was a patient and understanding sort of man. In his mind, such careless disregard for organization or personal space was a keen insight into the mind of such a remarkable young inventor and capitalist.

Camus was busy digging through the piles of junk. The good inspector wasn't sure what it was exactly the young man was looking for. Something about a gift or some such. The youth had a good heart, if a bit of a cluttered mind. Most found Camus' eccentricity insufferable. But then, Inspector Lyndon was a patient and understanding sort of man.

"Camus, is such a thing possible?"

"Hypnosis?"

"Yes."

Camus stood up straight and looked directly at Inspector Lyndon for the first time since the good inspector arrived. "Of course it is," he said. The directness of Camus' speech and the seriousness of its delivery made Inspector Lyndon's stomach turned. The inspector had hoped that such a wild idea would be laughed at by its mere suggestion. It was not the answer that he had hoped for.

"All is possible," Camus continued. "Why, soon we'll be able to fly to the moon and create colonies there. Perhaps have a merry war with moon people. It is all possible. Probable? Likely? Now, those are trickier questions."

"So, you are saying that hypnosis is possible but not likely?"

"I said no such thing. In theory everything is easy, just strap a rocket on your back and fly to the moon. In practice, it is much more difficult, like trying to find one's socks."

"Is that what you are looking for? Socks?"

"Why would I be looking for my socks when I'm already wearing them? Aren't you supposed to be a detective?"

"I think we're getting off point here," Inspector Lyndon said. "What I need to know is if that crystal ball at Mr. Xavier's townhouse could be a sort of hypnosis machine."

"There was a very distinct pattern to the blinking colors. Do you remember what time we left Mr. Xavier's home that evening?"

"I would say around 9:30."

"What time did you get home?"

"11:00. I distinctly remember that because I was surprised by how late it was."

"And it takes you an hour and a half to get home?"

"No," Inspector Lyndon answered. "From there it would take me about thirty..."

Inspector Lyndon's voice trailed off as he realized the implications of this information. He leaned back against a pile of junk and ran his hand over his mouth. 

"I see," the inspector continued. "Mr. Xavier had managed to hypnotize the entire room. You see, witnesses had established that Lady Victoria left the salon of her home willingly with Mr. Xavier. Some of the other guests noted that at times, Lady Victoria was in almost trance-like state. Others said that she was behaving erratically and witnessed the same behavior in Annabelle."

"But to what purpose?"

"That is what I aim to discover when I find Lady Victoria and Annabelle. Stay around young man, I'll need your expertise before I'm through with this."

"Wait. I just remembered where it is."

Camus rushed to another corner of the cluttered room and started digging around. After a few more moments of frantic searching, Camus pulled out a cane from behind one of the junk piles. It was a beautifully hand carved walking can with a silver handle. "A gift," Camus said when he tossed it to Inspector Lyndon. 

The good inspector caught the cane and smiled. "A fine gift," he replied. He then noticed a discrepancy in the weight. Upon closer examination, Inspector Lyndon found that he could pull on the handle. He pulled the cane apart to reveal a hidden blade inside the cane, the length of a saber. Inspector Lyndon looked up at Camus and gave him a heartfelt thank you. Inspector Lyndon then closed the cane and went on with his business of finding Lady Victoria and her daughter.

IV

It was dark by the time that Zandra had arrived home from visiting Christina. The whole city seemed darker now, more threatening than ever. As she climbed out of her carriage, Zandra's eyes kept darting around to all of the dark corners of the street. Each time, she expected to see Mr. Xavier standing there, waiting for her. But the dark corners were empty, perhaps her fears were too.

The inside of the apartment building was no more comforting. A strange dread hung over Zandra as she neared the stairs. One light, hanging far over head above the stairs brought a single cone of yellow light beaming down. The rest of the building was in pitch darkness. All she could think about was men stalking in those shadows. She thought about them grabbing her, stripping her, holding her down and raping her. After they were finished, they would take her and sell her abused pussy to their friends to be abused some more. 

Her legs shaking underneath her, Zandra started her climb up the stairs. Each step, creaking the wood and giving away her position. They could be waiting for her at the top of the stairs, waiting to force her down to her knees so she could suck their cocks. They would pull her by the hair, jamming their dicks down her throat until she gagged and choked. Then, they would cum on her face and in her mouth, making her swallow their filthy seed. In their final act of cruelty, they would humiliate her further by forcing her to lick any cum that spilled off the floor.

Zandra had to stop on the stairs and breathe. She could feel Mr. Xavier's wicked influence in her mind. It was as if he was in her head at that very moment, twisting her thoughts for his own sick purposes. She felt the sudden need to masturbate, right then and there. If she could only reach her floor, she could make it to her apartment. Once inside, she could finger herself until the thoughts stopped, until the nightmare passed.

Reaching her floor, Zandra stumbled and nearly fell over. She managed to balance herself with the aid of a wall. Her heart pounded in her chest, her vision blurred and her palms began to sweat. Slowly, Zandra took one labored step after another towards her door. The closer she got to the door, the worse the nightmare became. Men were right behind her, she knew it. They were going to throw her down to the floor and take turns fucking her in the ass. They would laugh and mock her tears and pleading while they fucked her. 

With a desperate lunge, Zandra made it to her door. She pulled her apartment key from her purse and unlocked the latch. Opening the door, she fell into her apartment. Fear and lust swirling in her body, she slammed her door shut and quickly locked it. 

Zandra managed to stand and ripped open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the air. She rushed over to her window, unlatched it and flung it open. The bitter, cold air of the winter night washed over her. Zandra let out a sigh of relief as she felt herself cool, and those terrible thoughts slowly ease from her mind. After several deep breaths, Zandra closed her eyes and smiled. She was home, the nightmare had passed once again.

"Welcome home Zandra."

Zandra's eyes shot open and her body froze in fear. She listened as a man's footsteps slowly walked up behind her. The voice was instantly recognizable. Mr. Xavier was standing behind her, in her own apartment. She felt his powerful hand wrap itself around the back of her neck. Unable to move, Zandra remained perfectly still, except for her bottom lip that was trembling. 

Mr. Xavier's other hand reached around and caressed one of her ample breasts. She felt it, grip and grope as his body pushed against the back of hers. Zandra felt him stiffen. The villainous bastard was going to violate her in her own home, fuck her on her own bed and make her crawl and beg on her own floor. His breath scratched at her ear as whispered his perversions into it.

"It's time to start your training," he said.



Zandra Ch. 03



I

Zandra was on her knees, naked on the floor. Her eyes were locked into the powerful gaze of Mr. Xavier. He didn't speak, only stared deeply into her eyes. Zandra's mind began to grow clouded, she could feel herself falling into a trance. She felt him inside her mind, violating her deepest being. Her mind gone from her control a look of such pitiful fear filled her eyes, a pathetic pleading from a desperate creature.

Mr. Xavier's lips twisted into a cruel smile. Seeing such a look in Zandra's eyes only filled his heart with sadistic glee. It was a look he had seen many women give him, and it was always a deeply satisfying experience. It was a thrill and addiction that few men in his time knew. He stepped towards her, eyes filled with a fierce and violent lust. His handed darted out quickly and seized Zandra by the hair.

"Now you will learn," Mr. Xavier said slowly.

Zandra tried to shrink away from him, but Mr. Xavier kept her still by the hair. His free hand unbuckled and opened up his pants. With a yank at her hair, Zandra's face was pulled closer to him. Zandra's eyes widened when she saw his stiff cock in front of her. Zandra looked up at Mr. Xavier, pleading with her eyes to please make her stop. Her eyes were begging him not to make her do it, to not humiliate and degrade her.

"Suck."

Nodding, Zandra looked back down. Her full lips slowly opened as she leaned towards it. When her lips touched the tip of his cock, Zandra flinched and pulled her head back. She looked back up at Mr. Xavier but saw no mercy in his eyes, only his cruelty. Parting her lips once again, Zandra leaned forward and pressed her lips against the tip. Mr. Xavier seized the back of her head and pushed his cock into Zandra's mouth.

"I told you to suck bitch."

Zandra felt a dick in her mouth for the first time. Her eyes fluttered from the intense satisfaction she suddenly felt. Never before had something felt so natural for her. She moaned as she slid his cock deeper into her mouth, into her throat. Her lips glided back and forth along the shaft as she sucked him with a growing enthusiasm. Zandra looked back up at Mr. Xavier again, her eyes telling him that she was defeated. Both her mind and body were now his playthings.

With his powerful hand pushing the back of her head, Mr. Xavier shoved his cock deeper down Zandra's throat until she choked and gagged. He pulled back, giving her some relief and then did it again, all the while mocking her. She was not worth any respect he told her. Zandra knew that deep in her heart, she knew that her mouth was only good for men to dump their cum into. Mr. Xavier's powers had opened up her mind to that truth. So, she sucked her dark master vigorously, just as Lady Victoria had done on New Year's Eve.

Grabbing her head, Mr. Xavier held Zandra in place as he rammed his cock down her throat again. While she gagged and choked, Mr. Xavier fucked her mouth. Zandra took one harsh slam down her throat after another. Her head became dizzy and her eyes watered. When he pulled out of her mouth completely, Zandra gasped for hair. Mr. Xavier took a few steps back and looked over Zandra with a great satisfaction.

"Look at me," he commanded. "Look into my eyes."

Zandra obeyed and looked into Mr. Xavier's eyes. She fell instantly into his spell of hypnosis. Her mind captive to his sinister control, Zandra's eyes became vacant.

"You are a slut," Mr. Xavier said.

"I am a slut."

"You are a piece of pussy, property to be bought and sold."

"I am a piece of pussy, property to be bought and sold."

"Lay down on your bed and spread your legs for me."

When her eyes broke with Mr. Xavier's, she became more lucid. Zandra found herself complicit in her own rape and violation. She didn't want this, she didn't want the shame and humiliation that she was suddenly bombarded with. But, Mr. Xavier's power over her was great. Try as she might, Zandra could only give and obey. So she laid down on her bed and spread her legs open for Mr. Xavier, as he slowly undressed himself.

"Where is Lady Victoria?" Zandra asked, her senses slowly coming back to her.

"Where you'll end up when I grow bored with you. I would suggest that you stay very entertaining for as long as you can."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you deserve it slut."

"I don't deserve this!" Zandra cried out. "I'm not a slut, I'm a lady who deserves to be treated with respect!" Feeling her willpower slowly coming back to her, Zandra shut her legs and began to cover her naked body from Mr. Xavier's view. "I'll tell Inspector Lyndon everything, I already told him that Lady Victoria was with you when she disappeared on New Year's Eve."

"You did what?"

"He's on to you, he'll find Lady Victoria and Annabelle and throw you in prison where degenerates like you belong."

His eyes burning with anger, Mr. Xavier removed his belt and walked over to the bed. He grabbed Zandra's ankle and with a single yank, pulled over the side of the bed. Finding herself face down, bent over the bed, Zandra tried to resist. Mr. Xavier's powerful hand pressed down on her back, holding her down while he raised the belt in the air with the other.

"You will learn a slut's mouth is not for talking," he said.

Mr. Xavier brought the belt down across Zandra's ass, making a loud snap as it struck her fair, tender flesh. Zandra let out a scream, never having been spanked or punished before. She had been spoiled her entire life. Now she was at the mercy of a sexual deviant, who was beating her backside with a leather belt. With each crack of the leather, Zandra cried out. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as her ass reddened from the blows of her punishment.

"Please, no more," Zandra begged while sobbing. 

"You will call me master slut!"

The leather belt whipped across the back of Zandra's thighs. She cried out again. Mr. Xavier then wrapped his belt around Zandra neck, fed it through the buckle and pulled it tight. The belt tightened around Zandra's now constricted throat. With a violent pull of the belt, Zandra was yanked to the floor where Mr. Xavier continued to spank her with his open hand. With another sharp pull, Zandra was brought up onto her knees.

"Forgive me master."

Mr. Xavier loosened the belt and pulled it off of her head. "Inspector Lyndon will not be a problem. You have betrayed your master slut. That is a most serious offense."

"Forgive me, I didn't know what I was doing master. I will do anything to please you, I promise."

"Of course you will," Mr. Xavier said. "On the bed, as you were before with your legs spread."

Zandra did as she was commanded. Her bottom lip still quivering from her spanking, she laid back on her bed and spread her legs.

"Masturbate."

With a trembling hand, Zandra moved her fingers down to her slit and started rubbing it gently. Her eyes locked onto Mr. Xavier, who continued undressing after that brief diversion. When he was undressed, he turned and looked at her. Him watching her commit such a lewd act was humiliating. Her stomach twisted in disgust with herself. The shame ignited her passions, she fingered her pussy as her master slowly approached, dragging the terrible moment out to an agonizing degree.

She watched him crawl onto her bed, like a predator stalking its trapped prey. His dark, intense eyes chilling her soul with their mysterious power. He climbed on top of her, slapping away her hand. His hands groped and fondled her luscious breasts. The feel of his hands on her body turned her hot and wanton. 

"Will you be gentle with me master?" she asked.

"Of course not slut."

Suddenly, Zandra was penetrated. Her greatest fear was realized, she was now ruined forever. Mr. Xavier's smile was as sadistic as ever. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when he took her purity and stripped her respectability from her. She did not disappoint. Zandra had a look in her eyes that was sweeter than any virgin pussy that Mr. Xavier had conquered before. She may have not realized it, but her eyes begged for a hard fuck. 

Zandra was fucked hard. Her tight pussy was being devastated with one terrible slam after another. Her snow-white breasts bounced as she squealed under her master. The man she had dreaded for so long was now between her legs, taking ownership of her body as well as her mind. The most humiliating thing of all, was that she loved it. It was such a sweet pain that she felt. 

Sweat built on her body as her hands clawed at the sheets under her. The headboard slammed into the wall, the wood frame of the bed creaked from the stress. Zandra felt as if she was about to break. Her eyes clenched shut and her voice howling like a wild thing, Zandra fought to keep her mind. She could feel it empty, twisting into something even more perverse than it already was. But Mr. Xavier's cock was just so big and powerful, it pounded her pussy into a burst of pleasure. Unable to resist his power any longer, Zandra's body exploded in a mind breaking orgasm. 

She felt her own identity fade away for the last time. Zandra was now a slut, she was Master Xavier's slut. She now knew that she would suffer the same fate as Lady Victoria and Annabelle and she would suffer it happily as long as she was used. 

"Fuck me master," she cried out, "fuck your slut as hard as you can. You were right master, I deserve this. Turn me into a whore if you like, this worthless piece of pussy deserves all of it!"

Master Xavier put Zandra on her hands and knees and fucked her from behind. His hands groped and squeezed her ass which was still red from her punishment. He grabbed her red hair and pulled her head back. Zandra came again. Her body shook and her voice gave out. She was barely able to breathe, but she didn't want it to be over. Zandra wanted to be fucked all night, to be pumped full of her master's cum. Zandra wanted to be a good little slut.

The master pulled out, threw Zandra on her back, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to his cock. Zandra opened her mouth, ready to take it in. But instead of getting a mouthful of dick, she got her face covered in cum. Master Xavier let go of her hair and Zandra collapsed onto her back on the bed, panting heavily. Too exhausted to move, she just laid there with her face covered in her master's cum. 

Master Xavier got up from the bed and walked back over to his pile of clothes. He slowly got dressed, never looking back at the mind broken lady that he left on the bed. After he was fully dressed, he turned and regarded her. She was still panting, staring vacantly up at the ceiling.

"Show some gratitude towards your master slut," Master Xavier said.

Summoning all the energy she had left, Zandra managed to crawl off the bed to the floor. On her hands and knees she looked up at him with those defeated eyes that Master Xavier enjoyed so much. "Thank you for fucking me master," she said.

Smirking, Master Xavier turned from her and left the apartment.

II

Mr. Xavier didn't arrive home until morning. What he arrived to see was a very unpleasant surprise. There was a police constable standing outside his door with a baton. His door was open and as he approached his townhouse, he could someone in it. The constable looked at Mr. Xavier as he approached and greeted him politely.

"Good morning sir," the constable said. "Are you the owner of this home?"

"Yes," Mr. Xavier answered.

"Ah, well here is your copy of the warrant for the search of the premises."

The constable produced a court document and handed it over to Mr. Xavier. Stunned by the development, Mr. Xavier took it. He read it over and then calmly folded it and placed it in his jacket pocket.

"You may go inside if you like," the constable said. "I'm sure Inspector Lyndon will have some questions for you."

"What is this about?"

"I honestly don't really know sir. I'm just here to open and watch the door. Don't worry about the lock, I'll replace it before I leave."

Mr. Xavier looked down at the constable's feet and saw a crowbar leaning against the entrance of his townhouse. His door was damaged as the lock on it was pried open by the constable. Mr. Xavier was seething with anger, but was careful not to show it. He walked pass the constable and entered his townhouse.

In the parlor, he found Camus inspecting the crystal ball. The young inventor had taken the table and crystal ball apart, revealing the mechanical gears and widgets that operated it. Camus turned and saw Mr. Xavier standing there, staring at him. Camus cleared his throat and stepped away from the device.

"Interesting contraption," Camus said.

"Thank you young man."

Inspector Lyndon walked down the stairs from the second floor, slipping a piece of paper into his pocket. He carried with him the cane that Camus had given him. Mr. Xavier turned, delivering a harsh glare at the good inspector. The glare did not phase Inspector Lyndon in the slightest. 

"Why don't you get some fresh air Camus?" 

At Inspector Lyndon's suggestion, Camus quickly quit the townhouse to converse outside with the constable. After all, it was much less uncomfortable out there. Inspector Lyndon walked into the parlor, his eyes locked onto Mr. Xavier's. 

"Have a seat Mr. Xavier," Inspector Lyndon said. "I left some money in your bedroom for the damage to your door. The officer outside will of course put a new lock on it. After all, we wouldn't want your property to be threatened. You have such interesting property Mr. Xavier. Please, have a seat."

Mr. Xavier regained control of himself, putting on a cool demeanor. He sat down in a chair and crossed one leg over the other while Inspector Lyndon remained standing. He looked down at the crystal ball and shook his head with a chuckle. 

"You know," the good inspector began, "before my career as an investigator for the city of Darkwall, I was a traveling man. I traveled to many exotic locations, had many adventures and took part in a few things that I am not proud of. As a matter of fact, what I do now is a kind of penance for my sins abroad. I met every kind of thief, rogue and confidence trickster that can be imagined. If you think you are of special cleverness or have some sort of keen insight into human weakness, let me assure you that you do not. Whatever you are up to in this city, I am the end of it."

"What is it that you want inspector?"

"What have you done with Lady Victoria and her daughter?"

"I don't know what you mean. The last I saw of either of them was News Year Eve."

Inspector Lyndon sighed impatiently. "You were the last person both of them were seen with and I know exactly what sort of man you are."

"You know nothing."

"I know that you keep hallucinogenic herbs in your pantry, right next to the tea. I know those herbs, they come from the far east. The oracles there take them with their tea to induce their mad visions, but it also has other side effects. Where is Lady Victoria and her daughter?"

"Tell me inspector, what would you be willing to do to obtain power? Not just any power mind you, but the power to dominate the world. The power to bend all to your will. What would you do for such a thing?"

"You talk madness."

"I speak truth," Mr. Xavier said forcefully. "You say you are the end of my plans? Your small mind could not comprehend my plans. There is a powerful secret hidden here in Darkwall inspector. I intend to find it. When I do, all will bow before my terrible power."

"I have misjudged you. I thought you were a con artist, but you are nothing more than a raving lunatic. I'll see you to the asylum before the month's out."

"It will be too late then," Mr. Xavier said. "You will fail inspector."

"I have a feeling that we all will fail before this is through. Enjoy your day Mr. Xavier. It will be among your last as a free man. By the way, I took the liberty of confiscating that herb. Good day sir."

Inspector Lyndon turned and left Mr. Xavier brooding in his parlor. He stepped out into the fresh, morning air. The morning was bitterly cold but the inspector welcomed it. It was certainly more appealing than spending one more minute in Mr. Xavier's company. After thanking the constable for his efforts, Inspector Lyndon joined Camus on the street. 

"Tell me about that device."

"Crude," Camus said. "The light inside the ball itself blinks in a very particular pattern. On it's own it might induce a slight trance. If you want to induce a deep hypnosis in a group of people you would have to supplement it with something much more powerful."

Inspector Lyndon nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper he had slipped in there earlier. He opened it to reveal Mr. Xavier's handwriting scribbled on it. There was an address on it, one that Inspector Lyndon knew. It was a warehouse by the docks and the good inspector had a feeling that he would find answers that he did not want there.

"Are you alright Inspector Lyndon?"

"Yes. Camus, have you ever had the feeling that you were caught up in something that you are not able to understand?"

"Nothing is beyond understanding inspector."

"Quite right my boy. Quite right."

III

The Tillman River was completely frozen over. Young couples were ice skating on it that very afternoon. It was the first time in Inspector Lyndon's memory that such a thing had ever occurred. It was as if the city was slowly descending into a cold darkness.

The docks were not a pleasant place to be after sunset. The bureaucrats at the head office of the court were slow movers. It had taken the entire day for the good inspector to get his search warrant for the property of 774 Riverfront Street. Now the last bit of daylight had faded and the dark of the moonless night was draped over the warehouses and factories along the river. 

Striking a match just outside of the warehouse in question, Inspector Lyndon lit a lantern to aid his search. The lantern offered a weak, yellow glow. It wasn't ideal, but it was certainly better than nothing at all. Raising it above his head, Inspector Lyndon made his way to the door of the warehouse finding it locked. He set the lantern aside and used his cane to smash the lock. The door swung open and after retrieving the lantern, the good inspector entered the warehouse.

Riverfront had a reputation for indecent behavior. Opium dens, brothels and gambling houses were common all along the street. After all, dock workers and sailors were hard, salty men who had difficult jobs and led unenviable lives. It was only natural that they would find pleasure and entertainment where they could. Those activities were of course illegal, but Inspector Lyndon never focused his efforts on those criminal enterprises. He preferred going after thieves and murderers. In his mind, Mr. Xavier was far more worthy of his attention then some dice game being played behind one of the factories.

Aside from a few broken crates scattered around, the warehouse was unfortunately empty. The oppressive darkness disturbed the inspector. The light of the lantern did not reach far. Beyond the light was only pitch black. He did not expect to find anyone in the warehouse, but there was always a possibly he would stumble onto some unfriendly degenerates.

Clutching at his cane as a possible weapon, Inspector Lyndon did a thorough inspection of the warehouse. He examined each of the broken crates that were found. It was difficult to say what the cargo was. As a matter of fact, the warehouse seemed as though it had not been used in many years for its intended purpose. However the lock on the door was relatively new. Of course, that could have been just to keep vandals out while the owner of the property tried to unload it. Perhaps Mr. Xavier had intended to purchase the lot?

Inspector Lyndon let out a sigh. He was no closer to finding Lady Victoria and her daughter, nor was he any closer to finding sufficient evidence to arrest Mr. Xavier. With sudden burst of frustration, the good inspector slammed the bottom of his cane on the floor. A hollow sound rang through the warehouse. Crouching down, he moved the lantern closer to the floor. He spotted a crack that was indicative of a trap door and began inspecting it closely.




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After a few moments of study, the good inspector found how to open the trap door and did so. A staircase leading down to a subterranean level was quickly discovered. The inspector climbed down the staircase carefully, finding himself in an old tunnel underneath the city.

This was hardly a surprise. There were many tunnels, sewer systems and even catacombs under Darkwall. The city was an old one that lived through several eras and disasters. The city was often rebuilt on top of itself, burying each eras secrets further and further down. It was often joked by the denizens that if went down deep enough, one would find the entrance to Hell.

The light of the lantern seemed even weaker down in the tunnel. There was only one direction the tunnel went, so Inspector Lyndon followed it. The further he went, the darker and colder the air got. He had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him from the shadows. He gripped his cane, ready to strike any attacker at a moment's notice. 

The tunnel opened into a large chamber. The floor was made of wet, black stones and had canals of water running through it. At first the canals seemed to be randomly placed, but with closer examination they in fact formed a design in the floor layout. It was difficult to make out what the design was with so little light available to him. However, the design of the chamber seemed to have a ceremonial purpose to it. It was a sort of a dark temple.

All about the chamber were empty cages, all of them well kept. The canals all came together at the east end of the chamber, into a massive tunnel with a canal large and deep enough for a boat come in and out. There was a table nearby with a shipping manifest. The manifest was in Sumarian, a language that Inspector Lyndon could recognize but did not know very well. The language barrier wasn't a problem, as the inspector knew exactly what this place was. It was a slave smuggling den. It was also a good indication that Lady Victoria and Annabelle were lost forever.

There was one more tunnel with a stone floor leading to the north. Inspector Lyndon followed it until he came to a wooden door. The latch was unlocked and the good inspector slowly opened the door. On the other side was a small room with several black candles lit.

In the center of the room, was young lady blindfolded and gagged. She was naked, with her wrists bound behind her back with a red rope. The rope was tied to each of her ankles, pulling her body back on her knees in a position to display her sexually. She was facing a wall with that was engraved with a horn demon. She was to be an offering in some sort of perverse ceremony. Inspector Lyndon recognized her at once as Lady Victoria's daughter, Annabelle.