Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 6: A Frank Remembrance

The three of them sleep straight through dinner and before they know it, it is supper time. Out of habit, Jamia wakes first from years of practice. She sees the purple twilight out the small window and knows they missed a meal. It also registers that Frank did not come banging on the door to punish them so she assumes that he slept too. She stretches and moves to get out of the bed. She places her hand down and feels something soft. Her hand has brushed against the still stocking enclosed leg of Gerard. Jamia looks down at him sleeping peacefully on the pillow next to her. She reaches up and caresses his cheek and jaw line. She can clearly see that he is a man, but his feminine features make him vulnerable and that can mean two things for his partner. Either they want to protect him or they want to exploit him. It seems that Gerard has the best of both worlds, although she is still not sure what Frank is capable of. She has not seen the last room down the hall, but she knows that he chuckled when he left it and she swore she could hear metal clanking as he closed the door. She refocused her attentions on the sleeping beauty next to her. She worked her way down from his jaw to his neck. He sighed in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. Gerard looked up at Jamia and smiled. She bent down and kissed him softly. He kissed her back lazily and they just enjoyed the feeling of their soft lips sliding back and forth. Gerard used his leverage to push them both back up and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug.

"I don't know how I would be getting through this without you Jamia."

Jamia felt a genuine rush of pride at these words. She knew that she had taken advantage of Gerard both here and up in his room after breakfast, but she did not realize how much he was depending on her to keep him grounded. She returned the hug in earnest and started to cry a little. He released her and looked into her tear filled eyes. It was now Gerard's turn to kiss her tears away. No words were needed to convey how they were both feeling. Jamia made a silent promise to Gerard that she would help him to stay grounded and protect him when she could or was allowed. He understood this was a dangerous promise, but he accepted it none the less. They were no longer Master and servant; they were now prisoners of a war that they both willingly committed themselves too. Their relationship would never be the same. They both rose from the bed and embraced standing pressing as much of their bodies against each other. Jamia trialled her tongue down Gerard's neck making him moan and squeeze her tighter against him.

Frank had risen an hour before twilight. He moved the tapestry and watched the two sleep a little longer spooning at times and cuddling into each other for warmth at others. He relaxed in the chair, planning out his night for Gerard when he saw Jamia stir. He watched her acknowledge the time as well as the fact that he had slept in too and that she assumed she was not going to be punished. She was correct, but he would still admonish her verbally just to keep her on her toes. Frank watched as she roused Gerard and they stayed in bed kissing and holding each other. He had dropped the lever back into place so he missed exactly what Gerard said to her, but her eyes and body language betrayed that it meant a lot to her. It looked like Jamia had begun to cry and Gerard being the consummate gentleman, even though he was wearing a dress, dried her tears. It was subtle to the average person, who Frank was often mistaken for, but Frank realized that a dynamic changed at the moment and he wondered how he could use it to his advantage. He could always punish Jamia if Gerard would not obey. That maybe something fun to think about. Gerard would not be able to see her suffer and would do whatever he was commanded to. This made Frank smile. Any shred of information that he could use for coercion was a mental gold nugget. The thought brought Frank back to the last time he had to prove that you shouldn't fuck with him.

He was 15 and living in a brothel doing shit jobs for his room and board. He had to take care of the John's horses while they relaxed with the whores inside. He had to fetch the garbage out of the rooms whether they were occupied or not. This lead to some embarrassing moments that he had learned to get over pretty quickly as well as learning to close his ears to the painfully obvious fake sounds of pleasure dripping from the whore's mouths and avoiding the fists of the drunk Johns who needed to prove themselves. Frank had been there almost two years now and his birthday was rolling around. Some of the whores had taken a shine to him and given him gifts and little trinkets and promises of his virginity disappearing on his 16th birthday. Unfortunately, they never lasted as long as Frank did because they did not know how to keep their big mouths shut, full of their own opinions and ideas. When one got too uppity, she was gone in the night and a new whore took her place, usually younger than the last. The newest one was a girl his age named Lisinda.

Lisinda or Lynz for short was one of the smartest whores Frank had ever met. She kept her mouth shut and never complained about the way the Johns or the madam treated her. The fascinating thing that she did was keep a book on all the things that she learned from the Johns and just keeping her ears open.

"You never know when something can come in handy to bail you out of a fucked up situation or help you put someone in a fucked up situation. It is better to just trust no one, Frank."

This made perfect sense to Frank. He hung out with Lynz when they both had free time. She was the first girl that he decided to fuck and lose his virginity to. He trusted Lynz more than anyone else in the world. This, of course, was a big mistake because she used that trust against him and in the end, he lost his place to live. He killed her on his 18th birthday after he fucked her into the mattress. As he plunged into her with his cock, he also plunged into her heart with the knife. She did not scream or act surprised. It was almost as if she knew what would happen when she agreed to meet him. He came with her last breath and both he and the knife slowed down. He licked the blade and smiled at the dead girl below him.

"Happy Birthday to us."

Frank never really killed anyone after that, well except for self-defence and cases of sheer stupidity...actually in those cases he killed a lot, but he never got caught because he was careful. He found after he killed Lynz that he had the ability to control his anger in a way that was very beneficial to survival. No one truly knew how angry he was at them till it was too late to do anything about it. He could smile, laugh, drink with them and slap them on the back with no knowledge that the knife was coming. He preferred the knives; they were more intimate than guns. With a gun, you could be a coward and hide in shadows. The person would never know it was you. Frank was the opposite; he wanted them to know it was him. He wanted to feel the life draining out of the body under his power. He revelled in the warm blood that all too quickly turned cold as it ran out onto the ground. It was like magic to him. He started cutting whores after that. Not to kill them, but just to see the crimson run down their pale bodies. Mostly he asked permission, but a few times he didn't and well, those did not live to tell anyone.

It was another year before he discovered his love of inflicting pain. This had nothing to do with his interest in blood, but being able to lord over a creature who was weaker than him in spirit. Many fools considered him to be weak because of his stature, but if his physic did not give them a clue, then his choice of sporting the ink of dangerous sea-faring men usually did the trick. The spirit though, that is where true power lie. The satisfying feeling of breaking someone who thought they had a strong spirit, now that was an impenetrable high. To see them cowering and begging for mercy was better than any music that he could bring forth from his beloved guitar, which he chose to give a weak name so that he could feel in control of the noise that he wrenched from it. Pansy, along with his belonging should be arriving just after supper time.

Speaking of weak spirits, he decided that it was time to rouse his from themselves and remind them who was truly in power. He pulled on a cord that ran to the servant's quarters. He saw the two acknowledge the noise and begin to straighten themselves up. It was Gerard who stepped up to the mirror and fixed his hair first. He was looking with much concern in his eyes and it pleased Frank to know that he had that kind of power over Gerard in such a short time. He smoothed down the skirt and turned around to check that the back lay as flat against his ass as was possible. He also traced over the material of the bodice piece making sure that there were no visible wrinkles. Frank studied Gerard's eyes. He could see many emotions inside the honey coloured orbs. When Gerard was pleased with things, flecks of green seemed to appear and made the orbs sparkle. Frank remembered that Lynz had something similar in her eyes. When Gerard was satisfied, he stepped away from the mirror and Jamia took his place. Frank saw defiance in her eyes. Sure she succumbs to Frank as well, but for a different reason. He saw that her spirit was stronger than Gerard's and it made his mouth water to break it more. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that she would be the key to Gerard's undoing. He may even kill her after everything was over. He still had a long way to go before it even became a possibility. He watched as both "women" exited the room with one last lingering kiss. He dropped the tapestry, moved the chair back and waited for the knock.