The Hidden Chateau

Find the Comte's Diary!

I studied myself in the bathroom mirror, and grinned. My head gleamed, shaved right to the scalp and then treated with a skin cream. I turned and walked out to the bedroom. “I like it. How about you? If I’m going to have to wear a bondage suit all the time, I might as well go hairless as well.”

He laughed. “Love it. You’re right, if we’re going to wear bondage suits twenty-four-seven …” He rubbed his hand over his own scalp. “It’s going to take a while getting used to having tackle this large, though. Especially sharing a bed and knowing we want … but being unable to …”

“Yeah. That’s a real bummer.” I pulled my hood into place and locked the collar. “That feels much better. Fantastic in fact!” I checked the mirror. “Yup. At least they’ve given us these special reinforced latex thongs to keep them out of harms way when we’re not suited up …”

“Yeah” He grimaced. “Come on, let’s at least try to get some sleep. I don’t know about you, but I think I got a week’s worth of their ‘elixir’ pumped into me in that feeding chamber and it felt like I was producing a litre of spunk at a time.”

“Same here. They seemed happy though.” I slipped into the bed. “At least we’re allowed to hold each other like this. Shall I spoon you, or do you want ..?”

“You think it’s safe?” He laughed and planted a kiss. “You spoon me, but remember — no fucking!”

I snuggled into his back, my cock coming to rest against his thighs. “Yes, sir. You forgot the ‘Vos Pareo’.” I pulled him close to me. “We have to find out if there is anything in the chateau that can help us persuade the Ligarans to allow us to form relationships again …”

“Tomorrow. Tomorrow we can make a start. Any ideas?”

“Plenty, but it’s a big place, and we don’t know what we’re looking for, or if they’ll allow us to look.” I settled into a comfortable position. “I think I’ll play it slow and see what we can find, or if they demand to know what we’re doing, try to convince them to allow it.”

The Council chamber looked the same as before as we shuffled in. We were both fully encased in tight rubber bondage suits, gagged and plugged, and almost fully restrained, just barely able to shuffle into place. In front of the Council seats were two large bondage ‘thrones’ and we were now taken to these, seated, and very firmly strapped into them. We’d asked for a hearing with the Council, and they’d finally agreed. Our search so far had produced a few more scraps of information, but nothing really helpful. 

The Ligaran escort withdrew, leaving us facing the empty council seats. Nothing further happened, then the gold suited leader of the Council entered, followed by the other councillors and took his seat.

“You accepted your punishment well, and we know you now accept your status.” The voice paused. “But you remain dissatisfied and feel you and your kind are treated unfairly. You have asked to speak with us — to discuss the agreement and the penalties we impose on your people.”

“We have read the agreement, Sardar — and the notes on it left by our ancestor.” I thought-spoke in my head. “I understand that there was a failure on the part of our ancestor’s son and others of his age, but that failure is surely atoned for?”

“It was no failure!” This was a different voice in my head. “It was a betrayal, and it led to deaths among your people and ours.”

“We have not been told this, although there is a hint in the writing on the agreement.” I paused. “The son of the last Comte refuse to be ‘enhanced’. Surely that could be corrected by someone taking his place?”

“In any other circumstances, yes, but he refused to accept the hybridisation he’d been elected for.” The Sardar’s voice was back. “Worse, he left our protected area, and brought others back with him — to take back what he said was his. There was a fight, and some died. We determined that we would never again permit your kind to have full free will. Only where it served us.”

 “Why must we all, some five generations since, still be treated as less than animals? You know that we all enjoy this fetish, you see it in our minds, and we enjoy the stimulation you give us. Why deny us the right to love a partner of our own choosing? Why can I not enjoy living and loving Rod, or have sexual relations with him and he with me?”

“Because that was the root of the problem. Your ancestor refused his hybrid status and persuaded others to rebel because they wished, they said, to have ‘normal’ bodies and relations. They denied us our feeding and broke the contract, wanting to change the relationship between us completely and unilaterally. His father, the Comte, attempted reconciliation, but it was too late.” 

“This is true, but there is more. They wanted our technology and the wealth and benefit we gave them, but not us.” There was a lengthy pause, the new voice continued, “We need your semen to supplement our diet. It replaces essential elements not available in any other form on this planet, and which is vital to our survival.” Again there was a silence. “Now you know why we could not let the agreement fall, and while our requirements are, in your minds, harsh, they are necessary for our survival. We have found it better to breed you ourselves rather than risk importing replacements. The last Comte understood this; his son did not. We could not permit another like him to endanger our existence.”

‘Breed us?’ What did they mean? I’d not thought about this in my search for answers to other questions. Now it was being openly said. I formed the question in my mind, but before I could ask one of the Council answered. 

“Our species are hermaphrodite, we reproduce by transfer, and we do not breed indiscriminately as we are very long-lived. We reproduce when there is a need for replacement, and we do not wish to be exposed to the society the rest of humanity has created, so we have a need to ensure that you produce offspring.  Your species is different. You require a male and a female, that is why we mate you, so each of you fertilises a matched and selected female in accordance with the agreement.”

“But we’re all, um, man-lovers. We’re not attracted to females at all.” 

“You do not have to find a female attractive. We stimulate you to the point you are ready, and the selected females play a part in our bondage play until she is ready to receive you, and you to impregnate her. We induce it in you and cause you to fertilise the receptive female to produce a male or female with the same predisposition as yourselves.”

The logic of this was unshakeable, and I was beginning to understand their position and attitude. “It is because we wish to understand these things, and, if possible, restore trust, that we have asked for this hearing.”

“We have agreed to hear you, since we know you are sincere.” The Sardar glanced at his companions. “Let us hear what you have to say.”

Carefully I marshalled my thoughts, then began to ‘thought-speak’, explaining what we’d read in the ‘agreement’, and explaining how their demands affected our happiness and wellbeing. I talked of the notes in the margins, of the belief that the old Comte had left a diary of the event and its cause that might help us understand it better, and how we believed it might help us all to be reconciled and trust restored. When I had finished there was a long pause while they ‘thought-spoke’ privately, shutting us out.

“We have heard your plea, and approve. It is time we sought a new relationship, but we will require guarantees from you. Very well, you may search for this document, but first, we believe that you must know the full process for hybridising your people. It is not simple, and has always required willing co-operation. Your submission to being hybridised will be the price of any change to the agreement, that you both undergo this process as a guarantee of good faith.” He held up a hand as I wondered in my head how ‘willing’ Josh had been. “Josh was a different case. He chose to be hybridised as an alternative to being permanently expelled, separated from his benefactor with all memories of this place erased. When you leave us, you should have him show you what the hybridising will make you.”

He signalled the escorts behind us, and they released us from the thrones.

“We will now go to the hybridising facility and show you the process.” He paused as we reached the elevator. “It is long and complex. The Comte’s son was frightened by it, and had his eye fixed on a beautiful youth he was afraid would reject him if he submitted to it.” He hesitated. “It was that which led to the present arrangement.”

We walked back to our flat in silence because were were still gagged and locked into our bondage suits with only the manacles removed, but we’d have been silent anyway as we considered the process we’d been shown. It would take place in another of the large circular chambers, this one fitted with a circle of twelve body shaped sarcophagi arranged in a ‘flower’ with the feet connected to a central hub. 

It would begin, we were told, by having our entire digestive system flushed and converted to a different food source and type, then we would spend about three months in a tight rubber sack, our body waste being drained by tubes in our anus and inserted into our bladders, with another down our throats passing us nutrition. Oxygen would be supplied through a breathing mask and tubes into our lungs while our mouths were adapted to the Ligaran form. 

We would grow extra limbs, four tentacle arms, a feature, they told us, Ligarans found useful when impregnating one another to generate ova, and that our ancestral hybrids had enjoyed using in relations with their human lovers. The process also slowed ageing, and extended the subject’s life span by a large margin. Our genitalia would undergo complete modification, giving us three tentacle penises, enhanced gonads, the development of a ‘sperm bladder’ and the ability to generate the stimulant fluid they ejaculated into a partner to ‘feed’ on their sperm.

“You should consider your proposals very carefully. Any such proposal you make for a reset of the agreement, must include a return to your providing at least twelve willing subjects in addition to yourselves to be hybridised and further agreements to ensure we can never have another betrayal.”

Rod and I had a lot to consider as we rang the bell at the doctor’s house, awkwardly with our hands encased in rubber globes. At least we had permission to spend as much time as we could in the chateau itself searching for the Comte’s diary — if it existed. If it didn’t we’d have to think of another way to find out how we could make amends.

“Ah, I see you’ve been before the Council.” The doctor motioned us inside and shut the door. “You look as if you’re not being punished, so, let me take the gags out and you can tell me what this is about.”

With my gag removed, it didn’t take long to explain what was said, what we’d been told and why we were there. “We have permission to look for any record the old Comte may have left that explains what happened that got us all into this total masters and slaves thing,” I explained. “But they told us that if we did manage to find a way to make amends, and to persuade them to change their minds about it, we’d have to submit ourselves to the hybridisation process as guarantors of good faith, and provide twelve volunteers to be hybridised like Josh.”

I glanced at Rod and he nodded. “We were told that we were expected to accept being hybridised and be willing to be ‘hostages’ to everyone else comforming to any new arrangements. We’re to tell everyone why we were doing it. They told us to ask Josh to show us what he’s like without his usual rubber suit …”

For a moment Doctor Tom stared at us. “Okay. Now is as good a time as any. They told you why they did this to him?”

“Yes.” I hesitated. “They said they gave him a choice, and he chose, as you told us, to take this option so he could remain with you.” I grinned nervously, “They said he would be exiled, his memory of this place, his lover and them, would be erased, but I have a feeling that wasn’t all.”

“It wasn’t, and I still wonder if they really meant it. He’d already been ‘enhanced’, part of the problem he was having, so living in the normal world would have been difficult — as he very quickly discovered when we were sent away to consider his options.” He hesitated, watching us. “The real choice for him was that he knew I would not stay without him, no matter what they did. He chose to accept hybridisation so he could remain with me, so he is what you see now.” Again he paused. “And I love him with all my heart.” He stood. “Come with me. He’s almost due to go for his daily feeding session, so he’s not in his daytime rubbers right now.”

We walked back to our flat in a thoughtful mood. 

“You know,” Rod began as we reached the door, “being like that scares the shit out of me, but at the same time … Oh man, just thinking about being like that is making me randy …”

“You too?” I shut the door behind us and walked to the kitchen. “When he showed us how he can use those two smaller tentacles to grip a partner while using his main tentacle … Wow. And as for being able to hold you with those upper tentacles …”

“Yeah.” Rod chuckled. “I think we’re both lucky we’re currently plugged and our cocks locked into these codpieces!” He hesitated. “What about his mouth? No wonder when they give us ‘head’ it’s so bloody intense, and he says it gives hims a fantastic sensation as well.”

“Yes. Those hair-like papilla move, and his whole mouth is basically a tube with his lips like a sort of sphincter.” I grinned. “It’s a scary thought being changed like that, but, somehow …” A thought struck me. “I wonder why Sardar wanted us to see what their hybridising process does to someone? Was he testing us? Making sure we understand what we’ll be if we go ahead with trying to get the situation changed?”

“As I said, it scares me, but it really attracts me as well …” Rod laughed. “You could be right, but was he warning us, or saying we should go for it?”

“Yeah.” I frowned. “You know, I think Sardar is on our side. I think he wants us to find something, and to reset relations.” I made up my mind. “I don’t think he expects us to simply say ‘yes’ make us hybrids, but it will come to us having to decide if we really want to get things back to a better arrangement.” I paused. “I need to get some coffee and something to eat into me, then I’m heading back up to the chateau. I’ve had an idea and I think I know what we’re looking for and where it’ll be hidden.”

“Then I’ll come with you.” Rod laughed. “And if we stay in these suits, at least it keeps us from doing anything that could get us into trouble …”

I held out my rubber globed hands. “Then you’d better get these off me …” I stopped and we both laughed as he held up his hands, like mine, enclosed in the thick rubber globes. “Damn, we’ll have to get the Doc to help us.”