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Looking out the window of his Limousine,Bertram Malthos thinks on the days events.The passing lights reflecting on the water as his mind wonders.
An influential business owner,Mr.Malthos a tall man in his mid fourties,Shaved head for a cleaner look.Light Grey Blue Eyes that seem to look through a person.The kind that say"Look into my soul and share my mind and my bed."Clean shaven with a strong square jaw.Muscular but not overly large,causing his fine tailored suits to give the overall appearance of power without being overbearing or intimidating.
"Mr.Malthos Sir?"a voice speaks from the front of the car.
"We shall be arriving shortly Sir."the even voice of his driver drawing him from his thoughts.
A Saturday night and the Boulevard is busy with traffic and pedestrians.All the appearances of another successful evening.The Chained Rose,a popular Night Spot for the up and comming of the community as well as the More Well To Do,had been opened for about six months.Fine Dining and a quality lounge has made the Rose a must attend establishment.So much so,that it was impossible to gain entry without a reservation or special invitation
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Turning into the circular entrance,the Blood Red Limo cruised to a stop at the Main walkway,A suited doorman snapping to the door of the car and promptly opening it for his Employer.
"Good Evening Sir."the young man said and slightly bowed at the waist.Eyes cast down.
"Thank you Robert."Bertram said to his young employee"Much more professional this time,I see the extra training did you good."
Stopping and reaching up,Mr.Malthos lifted the mans chin to look into his eyes."You have lots of promise my Pet,lets see to it that another lesson won't be neccesary,for I will be your next trainer and that will not be pleasant by any standard."softly speaking the words slowly so as not to be heard by any bystanders,and the sudden fear in the eyes of this charming lad bringing the rush of power that made this life enjoyable.
Money and Notoriety were important to Bertram but he knows all to well that true power lies in the control of others.Control their mind and a man could do just about anything through the manipulation of those in sevice to him.
Looking into the vehicle,Bertram gives a silent order to the driver and the car heads back out onto the Boulevard.Much preparations has been made for this evening and it would be most annoying if anything should spoil it
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"Robert,I would appreciate it if when our special guest arrives that you would escort her to my table.Think of it as a reward for a lesson well received."a genuine smile of joy spreading to the eyes of this tall man.Robert will make a fine addition to the staff and to the collection as well.
With all this said and turning on his heals,Malthos heads up the path to the entrance of his pride and joy,'The Chained Rose'.Smiling at the looks from guests and would be guests,Bertram walks slowly in his fine Grey Three Piece Suit.A sight most appealing to woman and secretly to most men.The grounds well manicured it is a wonderful affect and soothing to the eye to see nature in a city setting.Once through the walls of the first entrance the guests are amazed at the sudden transformation that greets them.
On the Entrance Gate is the large circle with a dagger and a chain with a Single Red Rose that is the trademark symbol of the Club.Anyone in the lifestyle immediatly recognizes the symbolism.But to the common man it is just an appealing sign
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Scorpiomoon,Bertrams One true Love and origional trainer had drawn it for him as a gift on the completion of his lessons.A most demanding Mistress and a loving one as well.He still wears the platinum band that is his collar.Socially acceptable jewelry as well as a reminder of where it is he has come from.
Entering through,one is greeted by a hostess that takes the name of the patron or special guest and compares it to the list.Well known patrons need not wait for the formalities and any others time is spent looking at the splendor of a paradise of Trees and flora lighted to accentuate colors and shapes.
"Good Evening Mr.Malthos Sir"the well figured hostess bows slightly"how is the Master this evening?"
"I am quite in the good mood tonight my dear one, and how are you this fine evening?"he asks as he takes her hand and kisses the back of it.
"All is well tonight Sir and busy as usual."is her response as she hands him the guest list.
"Ah good I see that most of the regulars are here early.Maybe this night will go as planned and we will not have to repeat it again!"a most frightening tone sends a chill through the young beauty as she takes the list from her Master and employer.
"The Guest of honor will be arriving within the hour and Robert has been instructed to bring her to my table himself."Bertram says and adjusts the solitary Blood Red Garnet Stud that adorns the top of her left ear.
Only two items of jewelry adorn any of the staff.One being a Single Garnet Stud and the other a solid, gold band worn around the neck.The former being removable,the latter being a permanent adornment.Many guests wear the the stud at the Rose,but none wear the collar.The Garnet signifying the bond well enough to the one known as the Evil Gentleman.Not a term used in the presense of Bertram, he still has heard of the phrase and does nothing to stop its use as long as it is used with the utmost respect and not in his direct line of hearing.
"Please be sure to let only the selected guests in and no others.Tonight you welcome a new Sister into the family."whistling an old tune Bertram walks slowly through the grounds on a smooth stone path towards the Main Building.Many varieties of trees and flowers as well as hedgerows adorn the grounds.Off to the left of the building can be seen a hedge maze that is for the enjoyment of all guests when the mood strikes them.Many a liason have been made by the more discrete lovers that wish not to soil their reputations by their coupling in the presense of others.
Suveying the grounds as he walks,Bertram marvels at the transformation the Rose has undertaken in the last year.An old estate which had been left to set through the years,run down but not ruined.The Large Main building proving to have more than enough room for both Lounge and Dining room.Set in the rear of the grounds,old servants quarters still serve their function.Many varieties of plants had been brought in and the landscaping of the park like compound had been done by the area's top landscaper.
Readying herself for the evening,Susan taylor still cant believe how she arrived here.It all started one evening in an Internet chat room.An adult site she had found had proved to be entertaining as well as stimulating.A guy that went by the screen name of MasterEG had cought her attention as well as the attention of others.He was charming and well educated,firm but understanding of the various troubles that pop up in chat rooms.The name of the site was called The Dungeon Floor and it was part of the darker side of internet chat.
Susan enjoyed the role playing aspect of the room.Being a Dominance and submisive themed chat,she could play at being controlled by a Master and give in to her submisive nature.
MasterEG played the part so well that she would get lost for hours just typing away and letting all her trouble fade with the conversations.He always seemed to understand where she was comming from and would give sound advice where needed,or just let her rant on about the men that had used her.
Eventually the chatting on line had lost its appeal and phone conversations had started.Bertram as she found out his real name was,always payed for the phone calls.He would call her or she would call collect and they would just talk of each others lives or the occasional phone sex where he would play the Master to her submisive slave.As the talks continued she found that Bertram really did live a lifestyle simular to the kind found in the chat room only without all the kink that comes from imaginative minds.
"You know bertram,all these calls must cost you a fortune."she said one night.It had been bothering her for awhile and had to let him know that she was concerned about his expense.
"Oh don't worry about the calls dear one.My income allows for such entertainement."he said offhanded.
"Well it just has been bothering me that you spend so much on someone you have never even met."she voiced her concern.
"Susan let me ask you something please."he started.
"I have grown rather fond of you these past few months and was wondering if you would like to meet in real life?"she could hear the quivering in his voice.
"Uh...well...I dont know Bert,you know that I'm on a fixed income and can't afford the expense of traveling."
.Her heart was pounding at the thought of actually meeting this man.He was everything she ever wanted but knew she would never have.Dreams just dont come true in real life.They had sent pictures to each other by E-mail and she had fallen in love with the man in the photo.He didnt seem at all concerned that she was a bit overweight.In fact he told her that he prefered his women to have some baby fat on them."Gives a man somethin to hold onto"he joked with her and that is when she had started to fall in love with him.
"I can come there and you will be able to control the meeting,Just pick a time and place."
"Your safety is the main thing and I truly want this to be a good meeting.Tell a friend where you are going and when you will return."he said in a soothing voice.
"May I please have some time to think about it Sir?"she asked in a submisive tone.
"Take all the time you need little one."again in a soothing voice.
"As I said,your safety is important and you don't really know me.I could be some deranged predator just waiting to pounce."a light tone of humor in his voice.
"Oh Bertram you are so silly."she laughs.
"Life is to precious and short to be taken seriously all the time Susan.Being silly is important to mental health."again the soothing voice goes over the wires.
"Oh babe,you always seem to know how to relax me.I can't wait to finally meet you."Susan says with a longing in her voice.
"Then you will agree to me with me?"Bertram asks with anticipation.
"Yes sweetheart I do."is all she can say.
"Thank you Susan,I cant tell you how happy this makes me and you will not regret your decision."happiness can be heard in his voice.
It seems so long ago that this conversation took place.So many wonderful and terrible thing have happened since that evening.Finally all Susans dreams have come true,A new life,new job and a new love.A girl doesnt have this opportunity very often and she is bound and determined to make it work.
Looking up at the clock,Susan see's that she hasnt much time left to get ready."SHIT"she says to herself and fumbles for the hair pin that was a gift from her Master to be."Wear your hair up"was his request.She still cant believe that she will allow a man to slip a collar around her neck.
2
Pulling into town off the main highway,Bertram instructs his driver to first go to the motel in which they will be staying.A small but well rated establishment was number one on the search engine for this particular area.It offered a good breakfast in the price,not the small continental type but a good home cooked meal was how it was listed.A bit more pricier than most but well worth the cost for comfort .
The main street resembled most small towns.Feed stores and equipment rentals gave way to small restaraunts and then businesses that drove local economies.A well groomed park and local offices were located in the center as well.The motel they were in search of was located on the far side of town,giving him the opportunity to see all the main sites as he passed through.His attention was drawn to the "Rusty Spur",The location in which Susan had planned for their first meeting.
Susan had said that the bar had been a favorite hang out of hers and she felt comfortable meeting there.Besides she wanted to show off her New Man to all her girl friends and old flames.Just to rub it in a little and see the look in the eyes of everyone that said she would never meet anyone good.
Mr.Malthos had agreed to be part of her game,besides it would give him the opportunity to see the people that had tormented and degraded her for so long.Susan had said that she did not have the best reputation and that it was probably well deserved.She had told him that since she had changed her ways,the rumors of her had increased and become more graphic in detail.So much so that she very seldom ventured out anymore.This would be a great way to show all concerned that she was capable of being a good person with the chance of meeting someone decent.
Reaching the motel,Bertram entered the ofice and announced their arrival.
"May I help you sir?"inquired an older woman of about sixty years.
"Yes Ma'am."he said with his most becoming smile. "My name is Bertram Malthos and I have a reservation for three for the next week.
"Yes Mr.Malthos,we have been expecting you."she said smiling with a slite blush at this gentlemans politeness and Penetrating Eyes.
"If you would please fill out the registration card I will get your key and have my husband get your luggage."
"Thank you Mrs?"he asked in a soothing tone.
"Mrs.Cox,.Mrs.Wilbur Cox."she replyed..
"Have you a first name madame?"
"Of course , where are my manners?"stammering a bit she said"It is Helen."
"Such a lovely name for such a lovely woman."he responded as he took her hand and kissed it lightly.
"Oh I havent seen such behavior in a man in a coons age Mr.Malthos."She said giggling like a school girl.
"There in lies the problem with men these days.They do not know how to treat a lady!"again kissing her hand before gently releasing it.
Handing her the registration form,Bertram offered his credit card to her and waited for the reciept.Looking at the office he could see that the old couple took pride in their business.Clean carpet and counter,a roomy breakfast nook with comfortable looking chairs surrounding Plaid table clothed tables.Fresh flowers adorned the room,giving off a sweet aroma.Yes this will be a pleasant place to spend the week.
Mrs.Cox handed him the reciept to sign and the keys to the room."Your room is to the left and towards the back of the motel as you requested Mr.Malthos.Parking is available at your door as you requested."
"Bertram,Please Helen."he said with a wink."All my friends call me Bertram."
Giggling again and blushing she said"Yes Bertram,enjoy your stay and if you need anything else just phone the office and we will be sure to see that you get it."
"I'm sure that everything will be fine by the looks of how well you tend to the details of the office and grounds."Bidding her a good day ,Malthos left the office and instructed the driver to pull the car to the room.Choosing to walk and look around at the surroundings.
Sighing to herself,Helen Cox wished she was single and about twenty years younger.
Strolling and Looking around,Bertram noticed an older gentleman walking towards him.A man of about Sixty or so,dressed in jeans and an old work shirt.The old straw hat he is wearing to keep the sun of his face looked as if he had owned it for the full length of his life.As he aproached a brood grin spread across his face revealing a toothless grin,something straight out of an old western.
"Good day to you Sir."said the old gentleman as he offered his hand.
"And good day to you as well Sir."replyed Bertram as he accepted the offered hand with sincere pleasure.
"What a gorgeous place you have here.I see that my choice in lodging has exceded my expectations."he says with a slight awe.
"Oh excuse me please!I am assuming again."a touch of embarassement revealed in his voice.
"You are Mr.Cox ..arent you?"he asks and releases the old guys hand.The sweat of his skin tingles in a familiar way,suggesting a potential allie in a foreign town.
"Yes I am.And who might you be?"now the puzzled look is shared by both men.
"I am Bertram Malthos.I will be staying here for the next week and was just heading to my room."bowing slightly to the man.Mr.Cox sees the faint appreciation of respect.
"Of course..Of course,I should have realized.Would you care to look around?"A look of pride can be seen on his face as the offer is made.
"I would be most honored.."Bertram says with sincere interest.
"So what brings you to our little town Mr.Malthos?"started Mr.Cox as both men begin walking.
"Oh I just came to meet a young lady and maybe see about some property.Kind of a busmans holiday you could say.."
"It's a fine area if you like farms and small business."chuckles the man as he points to fields in the distance.
"Well I own a little restaraunt and night club and thought maybe a nice get away would be good,you know?"pausing a minute for effect Bertram continues"Sort of summer home."
"The Bob Brandish Realty would be a good place to go first.He's a straight up kind of guy,doesnt gouge like most realtors do!"a sound of disgust in his voice Wilbur Cox spits on a bush.
"I take it you dont care for realestate salesman?"Bertram chuckles.
"The Mrs. and I was took by a realtor once and we lost our life savings."a far away look overtaking the mans visage.
"Anyway your not here to talk of my problems are ya?"laughing again Wilbur walks his new friend towards the rear of the property."Got a little somethin here to show ya"
"Good ol country mystery is it?"
"Yea sort of if you call homemade whiskey a mystery!"laughing again Wilbur clapped Bertram on the back and quickened the pace.
"Oh really?I havent had any good home distilled in a long ,long time."Bertram says and follows his new friend and sighs.
As they walk,Wilbur shows Bertram around.A nice little sixteen unit Motel set in a square pattern,four units on either side and a long row of eight in the rear.Mr.Cox tells him that the rear units are double units with kitchenettes.Weekly rentals help keep a steady income and the tenants are well behaved.
Passing through the center court yard Wilbur shows off his garden and manicured lawn,obviously most of his time is spent on it and repairs to the building.Fresh paint had been recently added and all the wood trim looked as if it had recently been repaired as well.Malthos wondered what the Rose would be like if a man like this was his caretaker.So much pride taken in a persons work shows in the end product he marvelled.
Over to the right side of the buildings the two men pass through a breeze way which opens up to pastures in the rear.Barbed wire fences cross the landscape and on this warm day ,animals can be seen grazing and lazing in the afternoon sun.A picturesque day,a fitting place to meet a woman of such potential as Susan promises to have.
Turning left at the rear ,Wilbur leads them to a pair of double doors ,slanted at the foot of the building.A big padlock is attached to it and the old man reaches into his pocket for the keys.
"If I dont lock it the local boys get in and steal my whiskey.Dont want it waisted on a bunch of snot nosed teenagers!"he says and bends to unlock the doors.
Pulling the doors open a set of stairs can be seen leading down into a dark hole.MR.Cox leads the way and motions for Bertram to follow."Watch yer step and I'll get the light"he starts and disappears in the twilite of the room.Suddenly a row of flourescent lights illuminate a room about tweny feet by twenty feet.A workshop and storage room that is neat and orderly,just as Malthos expected.In the center of the room sat a pair of fold up chairs and a T.V.tray between them.A bottle with clear liquid sat there and a pair of shot glasses as well.
"Have a seat Mr.Malthos,please!"pointing to a chair on the left and setting down in the other.
"Call me Bertram please,Wibur.If we're going to drink together we may as well be on a first name basis."Taking off his coat,Bertram hangs it on the back off the chair and sits down.
Lifting the bottle,Wilbur removes the lid and fills both glasses to the top.Setting the container back down he hands Bertram one and takes the other for himself.Raising the drink to his lips,Bertram recognises an aroma he hasnt smelled in quite awhile.Smiling,Wilbur holds up his glass and proposes a toast"Prachki Parabu!"Having said this Mr.Cox downs his drink and waits .
Wide eyed Bertram states the phrase"Prachki Parabu!"and also drinks his down in one swollow.
"Where did you hear that saying!?"he asks in a voice mixed with surprise and caution.
"It is an expression my father used when drinking Paga with his friends."a cautious tone in his voice.
"You see Sir,when you made reservations I thought I recognised the name Malthos." he continued while re-filling the glasses..
"I wasnt none to sure if it was of the same family that I knew of until you arrived."handing Bertram another glass of the strong grain liquor he continues.
"Now that I see the Collar on your neck, It is apparent you are of the Clan that my mother served years past.That is a Collar is it not?"he asks and sips the new glass slowly.
"Thank you."Bertram bertram says and takes the newly filled glass.
"Yes it is and you surprise me with your forewardness Wilbur"
"Not many would just approach a stranger with such a question like that."saying this ,Bertram sets his glass down and looks at Mr.Cox.Studying the look on the older mans face.
Sensing many question in his eyes ,Mr.Malthos thinks of how to phrase his next question.How much of him does this man actually know.Through the years many precautions have been taken so as to not be discovered by enemies of the Family.With the Advent of the Internet it becomes more difficult.
Most threats to his safety are easily enough eliminated through contacts and servants.The more stubborn ones Bertram Malthos handles with his own dispensation of persuasion.Many years of training and practice leave any would be threat sorry that they had even thought of their quest.
"Mr.Cox!"Bertram starts out slowly."I sensed in our handshake a kindred friendship,an allie so to speak.It is one I rarely sense and for this You will be given a chance to answer some questions.."a soothing tone eminates from Bertrams voice,one used many times to calm his pets and victims.A tone that keeps order from chaos.Soothing the subconsious mind.
"Just who were your parents!"a slight rise in tone brings into focus Wilburs attention from the hypnotizing voice.
"Sir,my mothers name was Loreanna Briggs,a servant to one known as ScorpioMoon."the answer is given in an even voice,sure of the safety in the reply
" My Father was a man named Julian Cox.A stable hand in the house of Malthos and a loyal slave to your Father.
"Ah I see,So you will have me to believe that your parents were owned by my father?"
"YesSir?"is all the man could say.
"Well it is an easy enough story to follow up on,and you do have a quality that is familiar.I do believe you are being honest with me Wilbur and for this we will continue to be friends!"a tone as ice replaces Bertrams voice.
"Why do you take such a chance with me,if you do indeed know of my history?Not many would dare to be as bold as you!"
Seeing the cold stare in the eyes of Bertram Malthos,Wilbur sets to his own goals.A chance at revenge and a chance for him and Helen in the twighlight of their lives.Maybe even a lengthened span to life in the service to a fine family such as the House of Malthos.
"I will be honest with you Mr. Malthos.I want something from you,and in return I offer my life of service to you and your house."saying this Wilbur Cox lowers his gaze and awaits the answer to his statement.
"HAHAHAHA!"Bertram laughs in a most unexpected way.Causing Wilbur to cringe in shock by the unexpected response.
Bertram in his amusement,lifts the bottle from the tray and tops off both glasses and hands the other man his.Standing and facing Mr.Cox Bertram waits for him to stand in a like manner.
"Does your wife know of me and your plans Wilbur?Does she know of what it takes to be a servant in my house?Have you thought of all this in your search for revenge?" again the man is asked questions in a cold tone.
"Yes Sir,we have been discussing it in the event you were who we had hoped"
"Well then Mr. Cox,and this will be one of the last times I call you that if your story proves true."and upon this statement Bertram Malthos raises his glass in silent salute.Raising his own to his would be Master,Wilbur looks into the eyes of a savior and friend.Only to see a faint trace of hell reflected in return.
3
As he walks into the bar Bertram stands as if letting his eyes adjust to the lighting change.A moment to see who all is in the building and getting a good look at the rooms lay out.Large windows in the front are covered with paint to keep it dark and would be gawkers away.A long bar on the left is lined with stools and a brass foot rest runs the length of it.Behind the counter can be seen the usual shelves lined with Spirits of all varieties and mirrors covered with notes and jokes.
To the right sit small round tables with cheap candle holders and a few locals lounge for the afternoon.Several patrons look up from their pool game to see who has entered.Two fairly decent Pool Tables grace the center of the bar with beer ads for light covers.A smoky haze fills the room,mixing with the odor of stale beer and scotch.
A sign at the back wall shows the location of bathrooms down a side hall and a set of doors saying exit stand in the ceSter.A shuffleboard completes the layout.An average dive in a small town,"Perfect"thinks Bertram as he nods recognition to a few gentlemen at the bar.
"What can I get for you?"asks the bartender as he wipes an imaginary spill from the counter.
"Single Malt Scotch on the rocks please."and saying this lays a Twenty Dollar Bill in front of him.
Looking Bertram up and down the barkeep goes to the back wall and retrieves the requested Spirits.The man opens the bottle and sets a glass filled with ice in front of him.Pushing a pourspout into the bottle he starts up conversation with the new stranger in town.
"So are you new to our town or just visiting?"he starts as the liquid spills into the glass.
"I'm here to meet a woman and maybe buy some property."so saying Bertram picks up his glass and samples the Scotch."Goodbrand"smiling he sets the glass back down and pulls up his stool.
"So you say you are meeting a woman here?Maybe I know her."offers the bartender as he returns the bottle to its place with the others.
"Well Susan did say this was at one time a hangout of hers and we should meet here."Malthos states and carefully watches for any reaction from anyone close enough to hear.
"Susan who?"asks the gentleman as he returns to his imaginary spot on the bar top.
"Susan Taylor is her name.Do you happen to know her?"
Raising his eyebrows almost unnoticed,the bartender opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by a voice in the center of the room.Turning Bertram see's a large man in what looks like loggers clothes looking in his direction.
"I know who she is."drawls the man in a half drunk manner.
"What business do you have with Suzy?"he asks and returns to contemplate his next shot at the table.
"Well it is between her and I but it has to do with a job offer,I had asked for a casual setting for the interview."Again Bertram chooses his words carefully.It is much too early to get the local boys fired up and starting trouble.
For the last two days Bertram had his driver,Frank pose as a salesman on a roadtrip selling insurance.Having a supposed record of sales he bought many rounds of drinks for his new friends and gathered information needed to make this a successful trip.Along with Picking up a loose woman or two he also found the three main men in question.The ones who had hurt Susan the most and helped ruin her life and reputation.
These men who then were barely out of their teens had raped Susan after a drunken party at the Rusty Spur.She had flirted and danced with them,but when it came time to go home she had chosen to do so alone.The "men" had wanted more from her and got riled when she declined their advances.
Walking home instead of driving,Susan didnt need a DUI and knew she could walk the couple miles home and catch a ride from a girlfriend in the morning to pick up her car.Staggering a bit from the alcohol.Susan headed out of town with no more thought of her would be dates.It was a warm night and Susans mind wondered to some appointments she had the next day.
She didnt notice the truck when it pulled up behind her.The driver had pulled over quickly after turning off his headlights.Jumping out of the truck,one from the bed and the passenger side, they quickly overtook the drunk girl and drug her screaming into the cab.Turning a U turn in the highway the truck spead out of town in the opposite direction of Susans house.Susan knew that she was in trouble and just sarted to cry and beg for them to take her home.
"Well...uh.."stammered the pool player."Mr.we havent seen Suzy around here for awhile now so's we couldnt say whether she will be around."his dislike of the girl could be heard in his voice.
"She and I had arranged for her to meet here at Six o:clock and I guess I am A bit early."looking at his watch Bertram takes a drink from his glass and swollows the cheap whiskey.
"I'll just wait and see if she shows up.Thank you for the information,I appreciate it."so saying, Bertram gets up and heads to a table towards the back of the room.
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