Playing at the Hell Fire club

[RobynDominque]

The Lady Robyn Dominique, the 25th Marquessa Domnique, awaited her visitor; she knew that he was the son of her most obnoxious rival, the Earl of Wampon. The son was sent to gather information about the Marquessa. But what would happen would be much more fun indeed
The earl was very conservative and wanted very much to bar the marquessa from her seat in the House of Lords.
But the Marquessa would make sure the Earl would lose his seat and

 

[RobynDominque]

Maybe his very existence. And who knows, we might find some more playthings, hehe

Marquessa Robyn Dominique

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

This woman, a Marquessa, had somehow managed to manipulate her way into the House of Lords - something the Earl (Julian's father) was dead set against, as was his elder brother Rupert. He was sure Edward - the middle brother - would have disapproved as well, only Edward was off with the 89th (West Somersetshire) Regiment of Foot, putting down a rebellion in India somewhere in the northwest frontier.

There was nothing unusual in a young nobleman calling on the Marquessa to pay his respects - and even less unusual now that she was a "member" of the House of Lords, or very soon will be. Julian knew his job wasn't to prevent her from doing anything - he was merely a foot in the door. He couldn't hope to match his father, or even his older brothers, in politically savvy and machinations, but he was happy to do his part. He would call on her, pay his respects, chat about whatever she indicated she wanted to chat about (the weather was always a safe subject, or perhaps what the Queen was seen wearing on her most recent public appearance) - and quietly observe. Was he looking for anything specific? Hardly - he didn't know enough to know what he was looking for, but he was a very observant young fellow. And quite charming, or so he was told.

His calling card would have preceded him into the Marquessa's drawing room. "The Honourable Julian Alaric Thurston"

"My Lady" he bowed upon entering her presence ... it was automatic, and rightly so. If he'd had any time to think about it, to take in the vision sitting before him, he might have forgotten to bow, and stumbled over his words.

 

[RobynDominque]

Marquessa Robyn Dominique observed the young man entering her salon. He was very young and very thin. He had a vague air of almost feminine grace as he came up to her chair and bowed oh so properly before her.
"Hello, Mr. Julian Thurston," the Marquessa did not rise; that was proper etiquette for one of a higher social standing. "I know you are here to find out what you can for your Father, Earl Thurston. So you might as well ask me direct questions. And I will answer if I feel you and your father should know."
The marquessa could see that the man was looking her over. While thinking of the first question to ask.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The young man was literally stunned by her presence. She wasn't just beautiful, she was ... formidable.

A good Christian would not have allowed his gaze to rest so long upon her décolletage, but a healthy young man of 18 could not control the urge. And when he finally tore his eyes away from her breasts, he was met with her equally captivating face.

The words she spoke... they seemed scrambled inside his mind. Ask her direct questions? No, that was not his intent. His intent was to deceive, to pretend this was merely a long overdue social call. And to observe - to take note of anything which could be useful to his father.

"My Lady" he finally stumbled. "You misapprehend my purpose. My father - though his - he has made no secret of his conservative outlook - I am calling on you on my own accord, and only because it is expected that we of the ... ruling class .. observe all the proprieties which ..." He was having a great deal of difficulty maintaining focus. "Which.. propriety.. demands."

"I.. I myself.. w..wanted to.. you see I... I may be off to India soon.. a lieutenant's commission in the West Somersetshire Regiment.. my family... for generations.." he was literally becoming dizzy in her presence - his good Christian morals under assault by his natural male tendencies to want to possess the most desirable of women. "Before I departed ... wanted to meet you, to.. p...pay my respects"

It was like a playful puppy meeting a regal tigress in the wild and trying to pretend he was worthy of her respect. His commission had not yet been "arranged" for him.

"I would have shipped out already, but my mother..." NO, not your mother! She will have no respect for a mama's boy! "I mean, my parents.. and I.. decided my schooling... at Oxford.. at Christ Church College.. should take priority."

Young Julian was only vaguely aware he was rambling, and possibly making a fool of himself in trying to impress her. He paused only to take in a deep breath.

"I am obligated only to inquire after Your Ladyship's health and ... and ..." And what? "And ... I shall require my father to throw a ball.. in your honor... if Your Ladyship will consent."

A ball? For her? His father would never consent to such a thing. But Julian was determined to do something - anything - to get in her good graces.

 

[RobynDominque]

Robyn Dominique smiled as she knew she was having the right effect on the young man
"I would never accept your father having a ball in my honour. Our mutual hatred for each other. would make any social event more of a duel of words and ideology. I, too, have had much schooling in the classics and in science. I can fake being a gentle lady. But I would much rather have a good discussion on any number of subjects, and your father hates that in women."
Marquessa Robyn looked at the boy
"So what subjects do you think you have a better grasp of than I do?"
She moved to let the boy see more down the cleavage of her dress.
"Oh, forgive me. Where are my manners? Would you like a cup of tea while we talk?"

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

"I.. could never .. hate you" the boy said, breathlessly. "As for my father... I do not care what he thinks. If you want a ball in your honor, I'll see to it myself." How he would accomplish this, no one could be sure, but he certainly meant every word he said.

As for discussing anything to which he was exposed in his schooling, the poor lad would be hard pressed to recite the alphabet at this point.

She moved to let the boy see more down the cleavage of her dress.
"Oh, forgive me. Where are my manners? Would you like a cup of tea while we talk?"

"Oh.. uh.. yes.. yes, please." He was aware his throat was dry, and the thought of some tea was a pleasant thing indeed. After all, he was as English as they came. Never, in a million years, would he suspect this gorgeous creature of ulterior motives.

 

[RobynDominque]

The maid brought in the tea service and gently poured the tea into delicate china tea cups. She gave one cup to Julian and the other to the Marquessa
Julian's eyes widened as he stared at the erotic version of a French maid's outfit the maid wore.
"So what subjects did you excel in at Oxford?" She asked as she sipped her tea.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

"So what subjects did you excel in at Oxford?" She asked as she sipped her tea.

"I was studying for ...." he hesitated. He had been preparing for the Church, but for some reason he didn't want to tell her that. It was most definitely a suitable avocation for the third son of a nobleman, but somehow it didn't seem fitting for her... "the law" he said. It was a lie, and Julian was not one prone to lies, but he was more than willing to make all manner of exception for the Marquessa. "Latin, seemed to come easy for me" he bragged, "but Greek... not so much. Otherwise, I might have considered the Church."

He sipped his tea, nervously - and nervously meant he sipped it much too quickly, despite the heat.

"I'm considering .. politics" he said - and even then he felt the overwhelming realization that he, should he enter the House of Commons, would still be somewhat beneath her as a member of the House of Lords.

If only.. if only he could somehow prove himself more equal to her, someone more worthy of her attention. But nothing came to mind, so he took another sip of tea while he strained his mind to come up with something. Anything, which might impress her. For this woman, he would give his life.

 

[RobynDominque]

The marquessa watched as the boy talked on. She watched as the head began to droop.
"Julian, can you hear me?" and was awarded with a slow nod.
"Julian, you now lust after your mistress, me. You need to please her anyway you can. You must
tell her the truth at all times."
"You will need to return to this peaceful state every half an hour to receive more commands"
"Your nipples will become sore and puffy, and your waist will come in 1/4 of an inch"
"When you wake, you will not remember receiving any of these commands"
"The Marquessa snapped her fingers, and the boy's eyes fluttered open

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The word "Mistress" has more than one meaning, of course, and subconsciously Julian was overjoyed at the thought of this lovely creature willing to be in such a relationship with him - though it was only a subconscious thought. He wasn't sure where or why he'd gotten that impression. He knew that it was more than just wishful thinking. The Marquessa must have said something which gave him that impression, though he couldn't remember what it was.

The lad blinked his eyes a few times, feeling as if he were about to nod off - inexcusable in light of the fact he was in the presence of such physical perfection.

"I'm sorry, it must have been mention of school. Just the thought of all those late nights studying the Scriptures.. I mean, the Law..."

The small amount of tea remaining in his cup had become lukewarm and he finished it in one large single gulp as he became aware of his conscience twisting itself into knots. How could he? How could he dare lie to this magnificent specimen of feminine perfection?

Julian slid to his knees, his head bowed. "I have a confession. Two, actually. I ... I did not study for the Law at Oxford, but Theology - in preparation for service in the church. I don't know why I lied to you, my Lady... except, perhaps, in the hope you would find the Law a more suitable... avocation... for ... me." He slowly looked up at her, hoping she was not too angry with him for lying to her.

"My second confession.... is far worse, and I beg your forgiveness. I'm deeply ashamed that I came here on a .... on a ... mission ... of some ... deceitful ... purpose. My father, as you know, opposes your Ladyship taking a seat in the House of Lords. He ... he believes the passage of the bill allowing it was... was ... wrought with ... improper influences fostered upon those members of the Parliament who supported it. And furthermore, he.. he intends to call for an investigation into ... into the legitimacy of Your Ladyship's claim upon the title." With that, tears are already streaming down his face - so deep is his shame at being a part of such a plot against someone so clearly deserving of her title and her seat in the House of Lords.

"I was instructed to simply observe, to look for anything untoward which could be used against you. Even, if possible, to ... establish a friendship, to be exploited. Oh God! I am SO SORRY."

By that point he was sobbing, in deepest shame, practically inconsolable. Looking up at her from his knees, his tear-saturated eyes begging for her forgiveness. It seems the admonition to never lie to her had been an effective one, and that everything else the drugs intended to accomplish were also happening.

 

[RobynDominque]

"You are telling me the truth, which tells me you are basically a good person. Just led astray by people who are not good by any stretch. I am hazarding a guess that your father and brothers say they are Christian, but do not follow any of the teachings of the Carpenter from Judea?"
The mistress cups his face in her gloved hand.
"I bet they would not even go looking for you when you disappear."
The Marquessa watches as the boy squirms in his suit, as his nipples harden and pucker into his cotton shirt.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

His family were all "good" Christians by most standards, though not as devout as him. But the way the Marquessa stated it, he did not feel it was right to disagree. "I.. uh..." He nodded.

But as far as disappearing? Of course they would look for him. "Wh... why.. d..do you... th.. think that?" he stammered between sobs.

 

[RobynDominque]

The marquessa smiled. "You are only valuable as a pawn to be used. They are "Christians" because that gives them power in this country. If you really look at how they live. They are far away from the teachings of the Judain Carpenter. They will only come looking for you to get the information on me."
The Marquessa watched as the boy's eyes started to droop. Was it a half hour already?

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

No, it hasn't been a half hour, though Julian didn't realize she had reason to keep track of the time. His eyes were heavy and his lids blinking from a combination of overwhelming confusion and emotional exhaustion.

Of course his family would look for him if he turned up missing. It was preposterous to think otherwise. Yet, the Marquessa said they would only come looking for him - only if he could be of some use to them. He didn't want to believe what she said, but he wanted to believe in everything she believed in, and wanted to be able to believe everything she told him. Just as she could believe everything he told her.

They would only look for him, if he could be useful to them?

It was starting to make sense. He was merely the third child. Not the heir, nor the one gaining glory for the family in the Army. The young one. The soft one. The one who had been directed to the church ... why? Because they had no faith that he could make anything of himself? The hurt, and the anger, was building by the second. God bless the Marquessa, for being the only one to tell him the truth.

Is it any wonder why he loves her?

"I ..." he whispered, not sure how to say what he wanted to say. "You... you're.. sure.. of what you're saying? That they don't really care about me? That they're only using me?"

Of course it made sense now. That's why he was here, in fact. His father and brother sent him - to do their dirty work - against this wonderful woman who never did them any harm.

 

[RobynDominque]

Marquessa Robyn smiled, "There are those who see anyone else, even family, as pawns to be used. But pawns can become queens if they move right"
"Your father and brothers and those like them only see the power they want, and they do not care who gets hurt. If you wish, you can side with me, and we can have some revenge on them. Some delicious revenge!"

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Julian nodded, and gave the Marquessa a weak smile. He had already determined they were in love - though he couldn't quite remember how he knew that - and she made it clear his family had no regard for him like she did. His family had only used him, and underestimated his value. The Marquessa obviously saw something in him, something of value, and was offering him the opportunity to side with her. In the back of his mind, he thought he remembered that "revenge" was not a good thing, not a good Christian virtue, but somehow the Marquessa's décolletage seemed to put things into a different persepctive, and made whatever she said okay.

"Side with you" he whispered, as if in some kind of trance. "Yes... side with you." The second time sounded more resolute, less trance-like. Then he whispered "Revenge.. is.. is not..." then he found himself staring down into her cleavage again, then lifted his eyes up to hers. Such a magnificent creature as the Marquessa had never lived. "Revenge.. for what they are trying to do to you. I... I ... I love you, Marquessa."

 

[RobynDominque]

Marquessa Robyn smiled at the young man. " I love you too, Jullian, but I must admit it is a love of an older woman to a younger man that she will instruct him how to be a better lover and friend. I hope you can live with that knowledge."
"As for revenge, think of it as more of justice. The group that your father belongs to has used and discarded people just because those people were in the way of what the group wants. We will make the group slowly disappear and put people in their place who work for the betterment of everyone, not just the rich aristocrats.
Marquess Robyn leaned in and kissed Julian sensually. She was rewarded with a moan from the boy

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The Marquessa had just made Julian the happiest man in the world! She confirmed, again, that she loved him! And of course he would agree to her terms - after all, she was older and more experienced - and titled. He would eagerly do whatever she told him to do in order to be a better lover and friend. Anything. And he told her as much.

And he told himself - again - just how special she was. Oh, he may have been a little concerned about this "revenge" business, but she explained it to him so beautifully. It wasn't revenge, it was justice. One of the most noble causes in the world.

And then came the kiss.

The kiss. Their first kiss. Oh sure, he had kissed a few girls before, but he had never kissed, or been kissed, but a woman. A real woman of her caliber. It was like fireworks going off in his heart when her lips pressed against his, and all he could do was ... well, try to kiss her back, however inept that attempt might have been, and moan. Surely, she understood just how much he loved her.

"Anything" he whispered again when their lips finally parted. "Anything for you. Anything you want. I love you so much."

 

[RobynDominque]

"Hmm, we will have to hide you from your family
Have you ever heard of the case of a doctor named Jeckyl?
He created a formula that brought out the evil side of his nature
Where my scientists have reworked it. So we can change a man into a woman.
Would you be willing to make that change to hide from your family?"

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

He had heard of the strange case of the doctor with the formula that turned him into a monster, though he had to wonder if the stories were embellished. After all, his father had told him ..... but then, Julian was learning that his father couldn't be trusted. Everything his father had told him ... were lies. Like when he said the Marquessa was an evil person. That had to be Father's biggest lie of all.

"Turn.. men.. into ...???" This was getting to be too much too fast. He wasn't ... sure. But then, if it helped hide and protect him....

It was at that point that Julian dropped off into a deep and vulnerable sleep, just as the drugs in the tea and Marquessa's conditioning had dictated he do, once every thirty minutes.

 

[RobynDominque]

Marquessa Robyn smiled as Julian slipped back into sleep
"You really want to become the sexy blond for your Mistress. You want to be the devious girl that helps her mistress get more sub sluts for her Mistress' pleasure"
the marquessa loved that the boy squirmed as the new instructions took hold.
"You want to tease all the uptight men knowing they will never get to play with you and will become more slutty playthings for your Mistress. you can tease you so called father and brothers knowing you will never submit to them sexually. but they might submit to you after they are transformed."
"You will become more the devious girl the more you realize that your Mistress is telling you the real truth. Rather then what the uptights want you know believe"

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The young man's soft moans and groans told the Marquessa that her charms were working, and working well on this one. There was every possibility he would have said yes to her even without the drugged tea and hypnotic suggestions - such was his fervent love for her and his eagerness to comply with any and every thing she said. The hypnosis was just icing on the cake.

If she looked, she could see that - as she could with any young man his age - he was aroused. In Julian's case, however, she would have to look harder than for most, for he wasn't particularly well endowed.

"Tease ..... men ...." he whispered, as if the thought appealed to him. Had he had such thoughts before?

"Devious .... girl ...." Even in this hypnotic state, Julian couldn't resist squirming a bit on his chair. "Sexy .... blonde ... Devious ... girl ..." he moaned again. He liked that idea.

--

"You.. you were saying.. something about a ... formula. That would make me ... look different?" He couldn't say it - turn into a girl - for fear he might not have heard her properly. However, he dearly hoped that's what she said. He would be very disappointed if that isn't what the formula did. "If.. if you think it's best, of course I'll take it."

 

[RobynDominque]

Marquessa Robyn smiled
"Of course, you will be, Jewel, you will become a sensual female that loves to please and be pleased"
Marquessa Robyn grabbed his hand and pulled her to her feet,
"Lets get you to the labratory and transfromed into the gorgeous blond. Of course you know that your mind will also be changed. you will become more sensual and gorgeously feminine. but you will become more cynical about what the converatives want you to know and believe"
They walk toward the grand staircase but turned to the side and a secret doorway in the wall.
the stairs behind the door went down to a very modern labratory
"what you were thinking a moldy old dungeon?" Marquessa Robyn laughed

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Julian could only follow, only obey. He was deeply smitten with the Marquessa, and at that moment she was the only person in his life. In an instant the magnificent woman had destroyed his family - in a way. Destroyed them in his mind and in his spirit. She had gotten Julian to see his parents and his brothers as the enemy. His family had been deceiving him, Keeping him down, his whole life. Making him feel like nothing.

The Marquessa made him feel like the most special man in the world.

He didn't have time to process what was happening, but he wasn't sure he wanted time to process. What good would that do? Cause him to have second thoughts? And then what would happen? Return to his family? That was unacceptable. The only way was to go forward, putting complete trust in the beautiful Marquessa - the woman who knew more about him than he knew about himself.

Should he confess to her that he sometimes fantasizes about being a beautiful woman? Beautiful and manipulative - and a tad evil? It certainly isn't the sort of thing he - a good Christian boy - would confess to anyone else - especially anyone associated with the church. That would be seen as the vilest of sins - something he could never justify wanting for real. Until now. Until the Marquessa opened his eyes to the truth. It gave him an excuse to want it for real, and with this talk of a "formula" that can make it happen - it was almost like a sign that this was meant to be.

He hated his family. Hated everything about it - except the title, and the comfortable living that came with it. But the title would never be Julian's. Not as long as his father and brothers were all alive. But as... what name did she give? Jewel? As Jewel, the world was her oyster. She didn't have to rely on the good graces of a selfish overbearing father and two older brothers for any- and everything he wanted. As Jewel, men would beg to give to her. Doors would open for her, literally and figuratively, automatically and she wouldn't have to lift a finger.

--

"I.. I didn't know.. what to expect. But, I love you, and I'll do whatever you think is best."