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mistressflames

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It was a quiet night at Draken manor. Mr. Draken had let most of the staff off for the weekend. No one knew why and no one complained to leave. Emma decided to be one of the few that stayed. She could use the extra pay and most of her friends had left town so she really had nothing better to do.

This place feels empty. Emma thought as she left her room in the maid’s quarters and headed across the first floor to find the kitchen. Emma was around five feet tall. She was short with a slender waist and curves in all the right places. She had tan skin, black hair, and blue eyes with a hint of green in the left. Mr. Draken was fond of dark skinned girls. She had been tipped off that the man liked brunettes. It must have been true because she had the job the instant he saw her. Her uniform was the typical black dress with a flared skirt, white stockings and a little ruffled hat. Emma had no idea that maids really did wear those hats until recently. Her long black hair was pulled back in a loose bun as she wondered through the mansion in her thin stockings. She had gotten off an hour ago thus it was unnecessary to be clanking about in those loud heels.

This mansion is entirely too large for just one person She thought as she turned the corner into the main meeting area. She was about half way to the kitchen and was not getting there soon enough. Her stomache grumbled as she scampered across the over polished floor.

Draken mannor was a large three story estate. The first floor was covered in marble and consisted of a kitchen, dining room, ball room, two living rooms and the living quarters of the entire staff. The second floor contained guestrooms, offices, and any other specialty rooms imaginable which included a game room and library. The third floor had the master bed room, more guest rooms and a number of other rooms, a few of which were off limits for staff. The entire building had an antique feel. The rooms were spotless and decorated with antiques and gold trimming. It was an old building but with all his money the was were unbelievably thin.
 
Slowly across the estate's lands a dark shadow moved swiftly and silently. The dark figure ran across the puddles and grass as a storm raged outside, a deadly and murderous intent in him. He ran up to the manor and walked quietly on the concrete as he approached the building. He slowly walked along the edge of the building, the cameras registering only a field of static as he slowly moved. When he finally came to a door, he slid his fingers along the knob and it rolled open for him, disobeying its lock as he pushed the door open and quickly shut it, lest the sound of the storm outside give him away.

He was clad in black from head to toe with a skull-like balaclava covering his face. He found the stairs and slowly, stealthily proceeded along them, looking for the master of the house as his head darted about, looking for others that might be in the house.
 
Emma paused at the next hallway. The sound of rain met her ears and the clash of thunder that followed made the girl jump. It was the first time she had noticed it was raining at all. By the sounds of it, it was as if one of the windows had been left open. Emma glanced around the hallway looking for any open windows. There was none. When she listened closely a second time the rain was muffled by the walls of the mannor. Perhaps the weather had simply calmed down.

Listening to her churning stomach, Emma shrugged her shoulders and went into the kitchen. "What did the chef leave for us tonight?" She mused as she opened the refrigerator. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Emma sigh and settled with making a sandwich. She pulled everything out, made a small ham and turkey sandwich on honey wheat bread and then quietly cleaned up the small mess. She grabbed a can of soda and took a big bite of the sandwich as she left the kitchen. It was amazing how good something as simple as a sandwich tasted when one was hungry.

Before she could begin her journey back to her room Emma paused. What if a window really had been left open? With this weather it would leave a huge mess for her if left unintended. Sure it was silly, but she had to investigate the first floor or it would nag at her the whole night. She was not about to get fired because she did not go with her instincts to at least take a look.
 
The man could see from the overlook on the second story. The young woman was approaching. Slowly, calmly, he flattened himself against the shadowed wall to watch her. If she walked up to the second story, he'd be seen and well...he'd be forced to make an unpleasant choice. But as long as she just stayed on the first floor, he'd be fine.

That's when he saw it. The trail. On the carpeting his wet shoes had left a distinctive trail upon the carpet, leading right to the stairs. If she saw it, it would lead her up.

When her back was turned to the direction he was in, he crept swiftly and low along the bannister that guarded the overlook and he moved as silent as a shadow down the hallway, towards the third story where he knew his target was.
 
Another flash of lightning caused for another jump. Her muscles tensed and a few seconds later she was able to relax. I hate storms She reminded herself. The mansion was huge and creepy enough when she was on the first floor alone. Even with the master of the house upstairs, she felt little comfort. With an irrational phobia of lightning checking each window was not her idea of fun. She would much rather find a windowless room, eat her sandwich and enjoy what she could of the night. She would not be able to sleep until the rain passed through. However, she still had a job to do so Emma sucked up her fears and quickly went through the hallway glancing at every window she passed.

Emma made it through half the house before she stepped in something cold and wet. Groaning she glanced down at her feet. Great, now her stockings were wet. She would have to change them when she got back into the room or her feet would get cold. If she knew she was going to be alone on a stormy night like this she might have considered taking the night off.

Emma glanced down at the water on the floor in confusion. Where did the water come from? She was no where near a window. She glanced up thinking there was some kind of leak but the ceiling looked fine. It was not until she took a better look that she noticed the water was leading a trail upstairs. What in the world was going on? Had Mr. Draken left his room? Even if he had she could not think of how water had gotten on the floor. Unless one of the staff had gotten caught in the rain and come back early. It was that or someone had broken in. Hoping it was not the later, Emma cautiously followed the trail of water upstairs. She held the coke can up to her shoulders, prepared to chunk the can if who ever it was decided to jump out at her. She followed the trail up to the third floor and into Mr. Drakens room. So it was Mr. Draken. She would have left it at that and went down stairs, if the door had been fully shut. However, there was a crack in the door and some sort of noise inside. Emma held her breath to keep quiet. Just one little peek. To make sure everything is alright She told herself as she tiptoed to the door and peeked inside.
 
The first thing she saw were the shadows cast upon the wall. A pair of shadows danced together in some deadly, violent action. The sound of muffled screams filled the room and an arm raised up into the air. Then she saw the dark figure over Mr. Draken in his bed, one hand on his throat, choking him and cutting off his ability to scream and alert anyone else. The intruder had a rather ornate looking knife with a dragon at the bottom of the hilt upon it that he had raised, and in the blink of an eye, it flashed down and there was a spray of blood into the air. Another stab and again and again. The muffled screams reached their peak until the stranger stabbed him in the neck and pulled on the knife hard. There was a gurgle and then her master went silent and still.
 
Emma's eyes grew wide as she saw the second shadow on the wall. There was someone in the house and he was attacking Mr. Draken. She gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth so that even her breathing could not be heard. Consequently her sandwich hit the ground but she paid no mind to it. She was frozen in place watching in horror and the man's blood splattered against the walls. Run... Run... RUN! Her mind was screaming for her body to move but it hesitated until the body fell silent.

The thought that she was standing in the only way out finally caused her to take a few steps back, preying that he had not seen her. Then she turned and ran down the stairs. She needed a phone, any phone. She had planned on going straight for the kitchen. Then the lights flickered. Maybe not such a good idea. The maid quarters instead for her cell she decided as she cursed how long the steps were. She had just reached the bottom step of the second floor.
 
To her utter horror, waiting at the bottom of the steps was the intruder. He just stood there for a moment, watching her shock before he started upstairs towards her. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you've seen me now. There's no alternative now...just come quietly." His voice was deep and held a dark and malicious intent in it. She saw his eyes flash a bright gold as he headed up towards her, his pace picking up to one of firm acceleration.
 
She glanced behind her to see if he was following her. When she looked back ahead a small scream escaped her lips. She slide to a halt. How in the world did he get down there so fast? "What are you?" she instantly questioned knowing he was not human. "I did not like him anyway. I won't tell." She stated as she tried to run back but her stockings slipped on the stairs and she fell back. He was moving too fast. The only thing she could think about was that he was going to kill her. He could see the fear in her, the panic in her eyes as her nails grew out and her hands tensed into claws. She swipped her hand out when he approached as a last defense. "Don't touch me!"
 
He stared at her, stopping right in front of her. "I see..." He said softly. "You're a shapeshifter, huh? Well then..." He reached out and swiftly touched her head. She felt something like cold electricity run through her body, race up her spine and hit her head. When it did, her senses reeled and her vision blurred until she blacked out.

When she awoke, she found that she could not see, nor could see move her hands which were restrained behind her. Sensory information told her that it was warm where she was and there was something over her eyes. Then she found she could not shapeshift.

"Are you awake now, little one?" That voice, it was her attacker.
 
She felt funny. Everything became blurry and black. When she finally was able to open her eyes it was still black. Something was blocking her vision. She tried to reach up and pull it off but her hands would not budge. Her wrists tugged at the restraints testing their strength. Perhaps a shift would help her break free. She tried, if only to see if she could, but quickly found that she was stuck in this form. He had blocked off her shifting. Emma fell still. There was no point in struggling.

Then as if on cue a voice broke the silence. That familiar deep voice reminded her of everything that had happened before she blacked out. Her head turned to where she thought the voice was coming from. One question after another raced through her mind. Where had he taken her? How long had she been out? Who is he, what is he, what was he going to do with her? The unknown was starting to overwhelm her. Emma took a deep breathe to calm herself down. There was a long silence before she finally spoke. "Why did you do it? Why did you murder Mr. Draken?" Her voice was low and though she tried to hide it there was fear in her words. As far as she knew she was alone in a room with a killer, one with powers.
 
"I have my reasons and you don't have to know them. I am curious, why were you working for him? Surely someone such as yourself is capable of so much more. And to work for such a man...Mr. Draken as you know him, was not a very nice person." She heard pacing, slow and rhythmic. He apparently liked to move when he talked. Then a crunch. A distinctive crunch of an apple's supple flesh being bit into and consumed. "And I wonder what you think is going to happen to you...a girl like you...if you're really a girl...has a lot to be afraid of. So many bad things could happen to a little girl in your situation..." As if to drive the point home, she felt a cold hand slowly run up along her bare belly, and a groan of pleasure. Was she naked?
 
"I worked for him for the same reason I suspect you killed him. Money." She stated simply. "The job was going to be temporary. He might not be a nice person but he paid well and left me be." She answered his question. During his first set of paces her head followed the sound of his foot steps. Soon she bowed her head as if to look at her stomach. His munching had reminded her that she had not eaten in quite a while. She had only taken afew bites of her sandwich when he caught her and who knows how long ago that was. He really was cruel teasing her with food. However, she quickly decided to ignore hunger for now. She had much more pressing matters to worry about.

Emma sucked in a breathe, curling her stomach in as she felt his cold hands against her skin. Her breathing grew shallow as if she was afraid to move and yet she turned her head away from him in disgust to his groan. He was trying to scare her and it was working. He could feel her shake a little beneath his touch. It was an involuntary reaction to all the images that formed in her head. She had so much on her mind that she was not sure if he had pulled up a shirt to touch her. All the things criminals did to wemon that ended up on the news. Was he planning on raping her? Is that why he let her live? She left him to question if she really was a girl. Hopefully it would help deter him from the thought of using her body. "I was hoping you would let me go. Everything happened so fast I never did get a good look at you. Besides, if I tried describing someone like you, who appears out of no where and knocks me out by a touch they would lock me away for good." She kept her fears to herself. She had a wild imagination and did not want to give him anymore ideas than he already had. At least not ones that were not beneficial to her.

She was afraid to ask, but she did so anyway. "What... are you planning to do with me?"
 
"Let your imagination wander and you may come across the answer to that." He took another loud bite of the apple. "If you promise to keep the blindfold on, I'll give you something you want..." A firm hand forced her into her back and then there was a hard jerk at her hands and then a snap. He cut her bonds loose. Then those hands put something into her hands. Round, smooth...an apple. A crisp, red, Washington apple, full of flavor and instant energy she probably needed. Her stomach told her it had been a while. "You cooperate and you'll get more. You don't and...well, bad stuff will happen. That should be threat enough."

He bit into his apple again, looking her over. Her hands and sense of general touch told her she was not nude as she feared, but in a pair of nearly illegally short denim shorts and a shirt that left some of the bottom of her breasts exposed. "You probably know, but I've taken away your ability to transform. Don't worry, it's not permanent. But just in case you try to do something stupid, I'm not alone...and you keep in mind, there's a lot of use for a lone woman in a world filled with immoral men and women."
 
Emma got the feeling he was not going to answer any of her questions. She frowned at the very thought. Leaving it to her imagination was the worst thing possible. She always thought of the worst case scinereo and i this case it might actually come true. She nodded her head as he made her promise not to take the blindfold off. Although she was curious and did not like her sight blocked off she was not dumb. As long as the blindfold was on he was still a stranger to her and there was hope that she would get out of this alive and preferably unharmed.
She moved the apple lips and sniffed first to make sure it was safe. Cautiously she took a bite. Her taste buds went wild. It was an apple, a juicy ripe one. She must have been starving because it was the best piece of fruit she had eaten in ages.

Her free hand curiously felt over her clothing while she ate. There was not very much of it. "You changed my clothes." She stated the obvious as she tried tugging the top down. Now she really felt uncomfortable know that he had undressed her. Her free arm wrapped under her chest and over her stomache as she tried to cover herself. She could feel his eyes staring down upon her. They were piecing through her body so much so that she wanted to take off the blindfold just to prove her imagination wrong. On the upside the blindfold would help cover the heat growing in her cheeks. "Did you use your powers for that as well?" She regretted that question almost the instant she asked. "Are you going to leave everything to my imagination. There has to be something you are willing to tell me?" She asked as she bite into the apple again.
 
He smiled a bit, but it certainly went unseen. "I did change your clothes, to my liking. You have a lovely body and I can see why you chose that form, but I think it makes you a bit of a target for men like me, who aren't afraid to break laws...and break girls. The truth is, the less you know, the better for the both of us. I don't talk about the jobs I do, its bad for business. I will tell you I was hired, and I am often hired. I am an agent that executes the will of others. We might be together for a while, so you might as well know that much, but knowing anymore makes you more useful to me dead than alive."

Once she finished with the apple, which wasn't long considering her hunger, he took the core from her and she heard it thunk somewhere, probably a trash can. That's when more terror set in. She felt his hand on her belly, slowly rubbing the soft flesh and the weight shifted on the surface she was laying upon. A bed it felt like, possible a couch but it seemed to have too much surface area for that. He was on it too now. He pressed upon her a bit and his lips met her's, kissing her firmly as his tongue pushed into her mouth and pressed against her's. His body was clothed with soft cottons, a shirt and some cloth shirts, but it wasn't enough to save her from feeling his huge, hard shaft press against her thigh. It seemed like he was going to force her.
 
Emma shifted uncomfortably where she sat. The way he was talking, it made her feel like prey trapped and waiting anxiously for the lion to pounce. After finally answering her question there was not much left for her imagination. She had crossed out every unnecessary fear until the answer stood out clear in her head. He had spared her life so that he could have her body, he wanted to break her. "That is enough for now." She said prefering to stay alive.

The surface beneath her shifted. The preditor was moving in on her. His cold hands sent shivers through her stomach. Before she could register how close he was she was pushed back onto her elbows. His weight pressed against her and as she opened her mouth to speak she was muffled off by a kiss. "Mmm.." It was a long firm kiss with his tongue snaking over her own. It was not bad for a kiss, if she had not been startled she might have enjoyed it more. She thanked her lucky stars that she felt fabric against her skin. He was not naked. However, when she felt his hard bulge rub against her thigh's she paniced. A girlish squeal vibrated into their kiss and she pulled her head back, gasping in a breathe of air. "Woe!.. No.. nononono." she spoke the last bit so fast it all jumbled into one long word. Her back feel into the mattress as her arms pulled in between them and pushed against his chest to try forcing him off of her. She had half the mind to raise her knee up, it would keep him from having sex anytime soon but it would not save her life so she restrained herself from that. "I will cook, clean, and even walk around in this ridiculously short clothes but please..." She felt a lump growing in her throat as she continued "not this. Don't make me do this." She pleaded while trying to scoot back and blindly pull her legs from under him.
 
He chuckled firmly as he sat back from her. "And what makes you think you are in any position to negotiate with me, hmm? What do you have to bargain with against your body? I'm all ears..." He laughed softly and fortunately he got up off of the bed. "Listen. I've got a lot of use for you, but you're going to have to toughen up. If you don't, you're of little use to me and you're going to disappear. Either end up in a ditch or lost in the flesh trade, you understand? Really depends on who I sell you to. Now...you just remember that the next time you say no."
 
She sat up, a sigh of relief flowed through her body as she felt the weight on the matress lift up. He moved away. Her legs folded in front of her as she thought carefully about what he was saying. Was she really better off staying with him? If he sold her she could be sold to someone who valued his money and would treat her like a princess, or it could go a much worse way and she would be whored off in some brothel. She did not want to take the chance. So she fell quiet and quickly tried thinking of what she could trade this murder for her body. "I can make your job easy for you." She suggested. "You could use my body but in a different way. Return my shifting and I will be able to be whoever you need me to be. I can get in and out of high security places without anyone noticing. I could be a valuable tool to get whatever it is you want."
 
He chuckled softly. "Or you'll run at the first chance and reveal my face to the authorities. Or turn into something I can't fight and kill me. I'm not dumb, you have no ties to me and no reason to trust me, especially given that I've kidnapped you and threatened you in a multitude of ways. I'd say you'd probably make an attempt on my life before you worked with me." He went silent for a brief period.

"So...what to do, what to do...well first...let's do away with this." He tugged and lifted on her blindfold, removing it. She was in a pretty nice place, a nice, well furnished bedroom. She was on a large, four-post bed with a canopy. There was a large, leather chair that he was sitting in, a stocked bookshelf, and a night stand. A small trash bin near here was probably where he disposed of the apple. He himself was wearing that skull balaclava, a black tee, and black jeans as well as shiny black dress shoes. His skin was fair, but that's about all she could tell of him except for his bright, piercing green eyes. "Better?" She noticed, aside from her skimpy attire, there was a strange collar around her neck. "I suppose it's going to be like this. Baby steps, small amounts of trust. Just remember, as soon as you become a liability to me, that's when I'm getting rid of you."
 
He was right, she would make a break for it the first chance she got. She tried. In the least she planted the idea in his head on how useful she could be. If he was as greedy as she thought he was he might change his mind or slip up.

Emma squint her eyes shut as the blindfold came off. The light was bright. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the change. When her eyes did open they opened wide. She could not hide her surprised to how well furnished the room was. Her imagination had her thinking she was in a dingy basement or abandoned warehouse of sort. This was nothing close to it. She looked over to her captive. He was well dressed and quite intimidating in his mask. His job was really paying off for him.

“Baby steps.” She repeated as if testing how she felt about it. She nodded her hand and then finally looked down at her new clothes. She was just as exposed as she had felt. Her fingers curled around her collar. It had to have been what was restricting her ability. She wanted to rip it off and be ride of the device. Her fingers traced over it. She was feeling for some kind of buckle or key hole. Instead of doing anything drastic or pressing something she shouldn’t she decided to ask questions first. “What does this do?” She asked as she looked up to the man in the chair.
 
"Exactly what you think it does, shapeshifter. It inhibits your ability to change shape and keeps you in your current form." He looked her over slowly, like a wolf sizing up a helpless bunny. "Now...why don't you tell me your name...your age...some other details I might find useful or enjoyable, and I might be persuaded to better your situation. As I said, baby steps, but you'll have to contribute too. Right now, you're little more than profit to be made on the slave trade. The money I invest in keeping you alive is a drain on my resources and there's a lot I could do to you to keep a positive cash flow. But you have much more potential use to me than that, and you don't want to become a junkie prostitute or a slave girl to some bald and fat billionaire with some terrible venereal disease. If you're willing to accept some changes...you could come out of this a lot better than before. I might be a cold bastard, but I have a sense of honor and there are things I'd rather not stoop to if I don't have to. But my neck is numero uno, understand?"

He slowly mounted the bed again, leaning towards her, slowly, softly pushing his body up against her's. "You might come to hate me, but you could became very rich...and if you play your cards right, you might kill me...if that's what you want..." He slowly ran a hand under her shirt, if it could be called such a thing, and he firmly kneaded and groped at her breast as his lips pressed against her's, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she felt his hard, pulsing shaft press against her thigh once again.
 
Emma nodded her head. "I understand." She stated but that was all she was able to say. After listening to his threats he gave her little time if any to respond before he continued to speak. He was trying to sway her into giving into him. All she could see was his eyes but that alone was enough. It was as if he could see straight through her and the little cloth that covered her.

She saw him coming towards her. Emma shifted back until she felt the head board press against her back. Just like before he came upon her like the prey that she was. His cold fingers gropped her chest and her hand came up to grasp his wrist but she did not resist or pull his hand away. Her chest heaved up to his touch. "I don't believe you would ever give me a chance to kill you." She called his bluff just before their lips met. Don't say no. Don't say no. Don't say no [i/] The words raced in her head over and over again. It was just a little feel and a kiss she reminded herself. It was harmless compared becoming a slave or prostitute. Even her ex's had been allowed to go that far. He could feel how tense she was when he kissed her. She had forgotten to exhale. Surprisingly he was a good kisser. She tried ignoring his bulge and as she softly exhaled through her nose her shoulders and body grew loose as she tried to relax. This was not as scary as it was blindfolded, at least she could see the advancement coming. "I can't-" She breathed out softly. She swallowed, realizing it sounded like she was saying no again, but really she just needed to finish her sentence. "I don't mean it like that..." She shook her head. She gave him kiss on the lips just so he would not get upset. It was short and soft but was a kiss none the less. "I can't tell you about me, or what you want to know if you are on top of me like this." She tried distracting him with his own questions about her. "I can not speak and kiss at once." She said trying to pull his attention away from her physical body.
 
"Then don't kiss...my lips will find other targets..." He licked along her ear before biting and tugging at the flesh. He had a hunger, a fire ignited in him that he needed her in order to put out. Rafe kissed down her neck, biting hard on the soft, sensitive skin of her long neck before his hands found the edges of her shirt and he instantly ripped open the flimsy fabric, prying it from her and exposing her bare chest to him. He wasted no time, seizing one of her breasts roughly and suckling firmly on her nipple before licking it over and then biting and tugging on the nipple. He gave her other breast a similar treatment before his hands locked onto the denim shorts that were short enough to be underwear. He undid them and started to slide them off of her, to leave her totally revealed to him. "Resist all you want...this is going to happen..." His voice was calm and cool, like he had done this before.
 
Her plan had backfired on her. Instead of pulling away it only gave him reasoning to go further with her. She titled her head away as his rough tongue slide over her ear. “My name is Emma.” She tried to begin. She sucked in a breath as he bit down. It was more from surprise than pain. “I am..” She paused again as his lips traveled down her flesh. His warm lips and the soft fabric from the mask tickled. She shrugged her shoulder instinctively and hissed in a breathe as he bit down. Her head pushed back into the wall but shot back down when she heard a rip. Her cheeks flushed red as she was exposed “Wow that’s a cheap top.” It was clear by now he had put the top on her just to tear it off. This was all preplanned. She had not stood a chance against his perverse intentions. “Ohh..not that..” she wined as his lips clasped onto her nipple. Her hands clasped onto his shoulder as shudders ran through her breasts and up her chest. Her nipples were more sensitive than she would like to admit. Her body gave a jult to each bite and her chest heaved up against his lips. “You capture a shapeshifter and this is..ah..the potential you see?” She asked in disbelief. “ Sex..” he hissed in a deep breathe as he bite down onto the second nipple then exhaled to try calming herself down. She needed to be able to think. She felt violated and dirty, especially as her body reacted in such a way to his rough touches.

When he moved down to the shorts she looked across the room to the door. If she got away from him would there be a group of men waiting on the other side? She wondered. If the house was empty she could get away, get rid of the ridiculous collar, and then transform. He would never find her. This was running from a man who knocked her out by a single touch. Still she could not help but wonder if the door was even locked. Cold air hitting her nether regions mixed with his confident voice brought her attention away from the door. “Wait..” Her arms came out in front of her. “This is not baby steps… this is the opposite of baby steps.” She said quickly closing her legs together “It is definitely not how you gain my trust.” She added as she reached for the bed sheets to help cover her even more.
 
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