De Sauveterre Mansion

'Man, the owner really took care of the front yard garden, but the statues could use a bit of replacement.' Mark thought to himself.

Mark admired the place, but Cindy was getting the creeps from it. Who kept creepy gargoyles and black roses of death in their garden? Once Mark was done looking around, it was then that he noticed it had gotten darker and thought to himself,

'Alright, it's probably around 7ish since its already getting dark and its summer...Wait, the car broke down about six! So, we've been walking for a whole hour?! No wonder why Cindy kept getting mad at me...Well, it'll all be over soon. I'll ask the owner of the mansion for assistance kindly and it should be smooth sailing from here.'

Mark and Cindy approached the door. He could see the face of a fierce dragon in the middle of the door. It had a big ring in its mouth. Cindy found it to be quite scary. She thought to herself,

'My God! Who would want this as a door knocker?!'

Mark smiled as he thought,

'Man, I gotta get me one of these.'

He grabbed the ring of the door knocker and began to knock.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The two waited for a few seconds and soon the door began to open. It was a beautiful woman who was dressed as a French maid. Her skin was a bit on the pale side, but appeared very smooth—at least in Mark's opinion. She had brown eyes to match her lovely long brunette hair and her breasts were without a doubt C's. Her stockings and high heels were quite seductive as well. She greeted them in French,

"Bonsoir, puis-je vous aider?"

"Uh...hi...do you speak English?"

The maid said with a thick French accent,

"I apologize. Good evening Monsieur, may I help you?"

"Oh...Hi, my name is Mark and this is my wife Cindy. Our car broke down and we were wondering if we could get a ride or use a phone to get back to our hotel."

The maid looked hesitant. She apologized,

"I am sorry Monsieur, Madame, but—"

A voice from behind the maid said, "Let them in Renee." It had a thick French accent as well.

"As you wish Mistress. Please, come in."

The maid opened the door to let Mark and Cindy in. The couple could see that the mansion's interior design was that of a medieval castle, mixed with a gothic design from a heavy metal music video. Everything was black and white, with the exception of some red from candles, furniture cushion, and banners that reached from the ceiling to just above the ground. There was an indoor balcony in front of Mark and Cindy. It had two identical curved stairs going from the balcony's sides down to where they were. Behind each curved set of stairs, there were hallways that led to other places of the mansion. Mark joked to himself,

'Geez, talk about the Addams Family, haha.'

As Mark looked up, he saw who the voice belonged to. The Mistress that the maid referred to was very beautiful as well. Like the maid, her skin was on the pale side, but flawless. Her long straight hair was raven black. Her eyes were green and her figure was spectacular. She had a flat stomach and clearly a D cup. Her makeup was gothic, which went well with the contrast of her skin. She reminded Mark of Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark. Except, hotter and with a less funky hairdo. Not that he was trying to check her out. Cindy did not like her right off the bat, nor the maid. There was something quite off about them to her. The woman spoke,

"Welcome. My name is Edith, Edith De Sauveterre and this is my loyal servant Renee."

Renee bowed and said politely,

"A pleasure to meet you."

Mark gave Edith a friendly smile and responded,

"Mark Clark. This is my wife Cindy. Our car broke down and we were wondering if you could help us get back to our hotel. It's the Beau Cygne."

"I am sorry Monsieur. We have no telephone and we have no car. We do not even have any electricity. All we have here are horses."

"Oh, I see."

"But, you are welcomed to spend the night here. I would hate to turn down people who are in need of help."

"Oh, uh..."

Mark tried to think of what to do now,

'Well, we could stay and then leave and walk back until we reach the nearest phone. We could hitch hike, but there were no cars driving in the area but mine...I don't think she's lying. The only source of light here are flames from either candles or touches. I doubt Cindy would want to walk during this time while it's dark outside. It would be too much to ask to borrow the horses. I guess there's no other way.'

Mark gave his initial refusal,

"Miss De Sauveterre, I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Oh nonsense! It has been ages since we had guests. Please stay. Are you hungry? I can have dinner prepared."

Mark did not want to be rude. He decided to accept, but Cindy started to whisper to him,

"Mark! Let's just go! I don't like this place! I don't like that maid! And I especially don't like Dracula's wife up there!"

"Cindy! Don't be rude!" Mark whispered back.

"I would advise leaving later during the daytime tomorrow. You may never know who or what may lurk in the dark." Renee informed them.

"Oh, then it appears we have no other choice then. If it's not too much to ask, may we spend the night here Miss De Sauveterre?"

"Of course Monsieur, and please, call me Edith."

"Oh, okay, merci...Edith. You can call me Mark."

The two traded platonic smiles. Cindy did not approve however.

"Very well Mark, Renee will show you to your room. In the morning, we shall ride back into town. The horses are likely sleeping at the moment."

"You will?! Merci Edith! Merci! Merci! Oh! Also, we ate not too long ago. Please don't trouble yourself for us anymore than you already have."

"As you wish Mark. If you or your wife change your mind, please do not hesitate to let us know."

Edith turned and left the balcony heading to her chamber, which was to Mark and Cindy's left. Mark could not help but notice that Edith had quite the ass as well. It was nice and round, but not too big. It was very tight. It was actually a lot nicer than Cindy's, but being the faithful husband he was, he did not want to think much of it.

"Maaaaark." Cindy grunted his name, obviously unhappy with his decision to stay.

"Right this way Monsieur, Madame."

Renee picked up a fancy black candelabrum with three lit red candles and led Mark and Cindy up. She took them to the right side of the balcony. Mark turned his head left to see what was on the side Edith left to. It was a hallway that was identical to the one Renee was leading them to.

Once Mark, Cindy, and Renee reached their destination, Renee pulled out a key and unlocked the door. She took a step inside and lit the candles within the room to reveal a queen sized bed with a glossy black bedframe, red bed sheets with a black comforter on top, and white pillows. To the right of the bed was a black gothic styled dresser with a silver tray on top of it. Upon the tray was a silver bell. However, the shininess of the tray and bell appeared to have a hint of black due to the colors of the room. To the left of the bed was a big mirror with a black gothic styled frame. Renee bowed again and said to Mark, while completely ignoring Cindy in the process,

"The bathroom is just down the hall and there is a bathhouse downstairs. Just head to the East wing, it is the opposite side of the dining room. If you need me, simply ring the bell there next to your bed. There are some fresh clothes in the wardrobe. Please enjoy your stay Monsieur."

"Please, call me Mark, merci."

"As you wish, Mark."

Renee left the room and closed the door quietly. Once Mark turned around, he was immediately met with Cindy's hand.

SLAP!

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"What!"

"I told you I didn't wanna stay here! This place gives me the fucking creeps and so do those French whores!"

"Hey! Don't call them that! They have been nothing but hospitable to us and besides, would you rather walk at night and get robbed for all we know?!"

"Fuck you!"

SLAP!

"Ow! Stop that!"

"Fucking grow a pair!"

The two continued to argue. Mark could tell that Cindy was a bit jealous of Edith and Renee's bodies. He knew Cindy was insecure about her breast size. That was why she always liked to show off her butt. It was her best asset. However, Edith beat her in both departments and he figured that that was the reason why she disliked her more than the maid. Mark was losing his temper and could not withstand it anymore. He raised his voice at Cindy, which only served to make Cindy yell back. The two argued with each other and neither were sure of when it would end. The only thing they could agree on was that they were both angry at each other.

Outside the room, Renee stood there, listening to their argument. She heard one of them get hit by something. Something blunt. It was not a slap. Whatever it was, it stopped the argument. She then heard Cindy say,

"This is all your fault! Don't blame me!"

The noise ceased to continue and Renee walked away. She headed to Edith to report back to her.

Chapter V: The Bathhouse

Renee entered Edith's study room, which was located at the left hallway. Edith was sitting at her desk. It was placed in front of a ten foot tall window that was five feet wide. The window had a gothic design with a pointed arch on top. It faced the door that Renee entered. The interior, like the rest of the mansion, was nothing but black and white with some red cushion on her furniture and red candles. Edith was staring at an open faded golden locket in her hand. She knew Renee was in the room, so she closed it and put it down on her desk. She placed it next to a human skull with a red candle burning on top of it. Before Renee could notify Edith of her entry, Edith asked,

"What do you make of those two Renee?"

"The woman dislikes like us."

"Was that not obvious?"

"The man seems to be very appreciative of your kindness Mistress. That putain had the audacity to call us putains! However, the man defended us and called us hospitable."

"I see."

"What would you like me to do Mistress?"

"Just keep an eye on them for now Renee."

"As you wish Mistress."

Renee bowed and was about to leave, but Edith stopped her,

"Wait."

"Yes Mistress?"

"You did well, here is your reward."

Edith got up from her chair and walked towards the front of her desk. She removed her underwear and pulled up her dress. She then sat on her desk and spread her legs, exposing her shaved pussy. Renee was excited.

"Oh thank you Mistress!" Renee said cheerfully.

Renee walked up to Edith and kneeled before her. She used her fingers to spread Edith's lips and began to laps at her pussy. Edith cocked her head back and moaned to the ceiling,

"Mmm, Renee!"

Renee licked from Edith's vaginal opening up to the hole of her urethra. She gave it a couple of small licks, then moved to her clitoris. She licked upwards and then moved around her clitoral hood in a circular fashion. Edith grabbed Renee's head and stroked her hair in approval. She closed her eyes and continued to pet Renee as she went to work on her pussy. Edith was extremely horny today and wanted more than just masturbation.

"Oh Renee, it feels so good!"

Renee stuck two fingers in Edith's pussy and moved them in and out. Edith was extremely wet, making it all the more easier for Renee. Renee curved her fingers and massaged Edith's G-spot as she licked her clitoris. Edith was close to cumming. She let go of Renee and busted out her D's. She massaged them and then rubbed her nipples in a circular fashion. She stopped caressing and switched to pinching her nipples. Edith opened her mouth and shut her eyes. She moaned loudly,

"Renee! I'm cumming!"

Renee stopped licking and pulled out her fingers. Edith began to squirt into her mouth. She obediently opened wide and made sure that none of it spilled on the floor. She swallowed Edith's cum without hesitation. It tasted delicious to her as always.

Edith calmed down and opened her eyes. She looked down to see Renee licking up whatever she missed off the desk. Edith caressed Renee's cum covered face and said,

"I think I need to take a bath now. Just fuel the boiler and you are dismissed."

The two smiled at each other and Renee finished cleaning up...

Soon after their fight, Mark walked downstairs from the balcony with clothes that were in the wardrobe. He took a left as Renee instructed him. He could see the dining area to his right, so he knew he was going the correct way. He felt that a bath would make him feel better. His eye was hurting. It was swollen and extremely sensitive. Cindy had thrown a dragon paper weight at his face. It was the closest thing she could grab in the room and it was a direct hit to his right eye.

Mark checked a couple of doors but found no bathtub. He checked the last door to his right and finally found a bathhouse with torches inside lighting it brightly. Warm air immediately hit him. The bathhouse gave Mark a very tranquil feeling having its white color with some marvel stone. The tub was the size of a pool and very much looked like one. It was obvious that it was meant for more than one person at a time. It was a nice change up from the gloomy gothic design of the mansion. Not that Mark was really bothered by it. He was about to enter, but saw Edith in a black robe with a towel. Edith saw how swollen Mark's right eye was and gasped,

"Oh dear! Mark! What happened?!"

"Oh, my eye? Uh...well, I tripped and my face hit the dresser."

"That looks terrible. Let me put some medicine on that."

"Oh no, I'm okay. I took care of it. Thank you though. Merci." Mark smiled at her, trying to defuse her concern.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, merci."

"Alright, please notify me if something like this happens again."

"I will, um...were you going to bathe?"

"Yes, but please, you can go in first."

"Oh no, ladies first."

"Such a gentleman...but you are my guest and it would please me if you entered first and experienced the bathhouse."

Mark, again, did not want to be rude, so he accepted. He entered the bathhouse and looked inside to see that it was much bigger than he thought. There were three showers that were to his left and a big tub that was on his right. There were counters on the sides and hooks on the wall to hang clothes and towels. Facing the bathtub was a counter with a big mirror on top of it. In front of the mirror were a bunch of jars, bottles, and other containers. They appeared to be cosmetics. Mark liked the set up, but something bothered him. He noticed steam from the tub. He questioned in his head,

'Steam? Do they really have electricity then?'

"If you are curious of the source of hot water, it is the boiler room. We burn wood as fuel."

Mark turned and saw Edith in front of the door he had entered. She closed it and put her towel on a counter. She undid her robe and it fell to the ground. Mark saw everything: her flawless pale skin, her large breasts with pink nipples, her sexy curves around her hips, her cute, shaven little pink pussy. Mark panicked,

"Ah! E-Edith!"

Mark immediately put his hands to his face to cover his eyes. He completely forgot about his swollen eye and ended up tapping the sensitive area. Mark moved his hands out of natural response from the pain he inflicted on himself accidentally. He got another look at Edith's perfect body. Edith said out of worry,

"You poor dear, let me get some medicine for that."

Mark shut his eyes in an attempt to stop seeing Edith naked, but that gave him more pain. He opened them back up quickly. He saw Edith's ass move side to side as she walked to the counter with the different cosmetics. Mark decided to face away since he did not want to hurt himself accidentally anymore. He spoke to Edith as she walked back to him,

"Why are you in here with me?!"

"I wanted to take a bathe with you and talk."

"I'm sorry, but I'm married."

"Mark, turn around, I will apply some of this medicine."

"Please put your clothes back on."

"There is nothing wrong with bathing together. It is no different from talking while eating."

"Please Edith, Cindy wouldn't appreciate this."

"...very well then." Edith sighed.

Edith put her robe back on and let Mark know it was safe to look. He turned and saw Edith clothed, holding some kind of small jar filled with cream. She smeared some on her pointer and middle fingers and put the small jar down. Edith bent over and reached for Mark's right eye. Mark gulped as he got a full view of Edith's cleavage. He was too distracted to see what Edith's hand was doing over his wounded eye. It began to glow white, but before Mark looked away from her cleavage and towards her face, the glowing had stopped. She saw that he was looking and applied the cream gently. The sensation of Edith's touch was very uncomfortable for Mark, but it was not too painful. She was doing a good job at being gentle. She announced,

"Finished."

"Wow, already?"

"Yes, how do you feel?"

"Actually, the pain feels like it reduced significantly all of a sudden. Merci!"

"Splendid!"

Surprisingly, Edith stayed with Mark in the bathroom and they both socialized. Edith talked about France and its culture. Mark talked to her about America. The two enjoyed each other's company. Everything was platonic until they came to an awkward silence.

"Mark..."

"Yeah?"

"...you want to bathe with me do you not?"

Mark looked into Edith's eyes and immediately felt himself enter a hypnotic state. He soon lost all control of his body and his mouth moved on its own. It answered for him,

"Sure."

Edith smiled and removed her robe. Mark was conscious of what was happening, but he could not control his body. He could see what was occurring.

'What?! Why did I say sure?! No!...No! No! No!'

Edith exposed her body to him and smiled. He could see her beauty once more. His body began to strip on its own. Mark yelled at himself, inside his head,

'No! What are you doing?! You're married!'

Mark exposed his body to Edith. She stared in amazement. He was very well toned and his thick cock was fully erect. It was a full ten inches. Edith blushed and the room was silent for almost a minute as she stared at his cock. She snapped out of her trance and apologized,

"Forgive me..."

She sat in the bath and Mark followed. He sat next to her and faced her. Edith spoke to him with a sad expression,

"It has been very lonely...I have had no one but Renee keeping me company. It is pleasant to meet someone new to talk to."

"Oh, I see."

Mark felt bad for Edith. She was in the middle of nowhere. It must get pretty boring. Edith closed her eyes and slowly moved her lips towards Mark.

'Oh shit! No!'

She put her right hand on his face and her left reached for his cock to stroke it. Mark's body started to move on its own again. He kissed her neck and she closed her eyes.

'No! This isn't good! This isn't good!'

She moaned as his hand made it to her pussy. He rubbed her clitoris as she stroked his cock. Mark looked into her beautiful green eyes and they kissed again. Mark's body sniffed Edith's neck and he now knew how pleasant she smelled. He stuck his middle finger and pointer into her pussy and she moved closer to him, pressing her breasts on him. She clung to him and moaned as he finger fucked her. She stroked his cock faster.

'Stop it! Mark! You gotta stop! What if Cindy caught you?!'

Mark relentlessly attempted to tell himself to stop, but it was no use. His body still did as it pleased. His fingers found Edith's G-spot and stimulated it. Edith was already about to come. A man's touch was much more different than a woman's and had missed it. She dug her nails into Mark's skin as she came. She clung to him tightly and continued to stroke him. Her body shook and she finished. Mark assaulted her neck again and she moaned aloud,