The Hidden Chateau

A New Deal

I awoke in my own bed yet again wearing one of the extreme rubber bondage suits, a worried Rod watching me. He removed my gag, bent down and kissed me. 

“Thank the gods, you’re okay.” He called over his shoulder. “He’s awake, Tom.”

The doctor appeared, smiling. “Good to see you awake again, Jack. How do you feel?”

“Restrained, knackered … and I need a piss!” I laughed. “Badly, but otherwise I’m fine. I really feel alive — and I know how we can get the relationship back to what it was …”

“Okay, let’s deal with the piss first,” Tom released my legs and Rod helped me to stand. “Take him to the toilet, we can release his arms when he’s relieved himself.”

Rod obeyed, removed the codpiece containing my now limp dick and pointed it at the bowl. “Okay, mate, go for it.”

“What, no kiss for your rubber gimp?” I joked as I let loose. 

The relief was enormous, and when I’d done, Rod replaced the codpiece and steered me back to the living room. I stopped in surprise at the sight of Josh, now also in a full rubber bondage suit — an awesome sight to behold — and Sardar accompanied by two Councillors. The room was crowded. “Sardar?” I swallowed. “Am I to be punished again?”

“No,” The thought spoken answer was sharp. “You have learned something of the events that broke the agreement. Where did you find this?”

“In the last Comte’s diary. He wrote down a daily account of life here throughout his life.” I nodded to Rod. “Show Sardar the diary and my notes.” I watched as Rod offered the book and the notes. “It makes fascinating reading, because it explains why his son and others rebelled. They wanted more freedom to choose their own partners, and the direction of their lives. The Comte understood this, but your predecessor could not, and when it came to a head, the lack of agreement led some to flee — and then return, determined to take full control.” I paused. “The Comte stopped them, but not before violence was done.” I watched for a reaction, sensing interest and sympathy, tinged with fear. “In his diary he describes how the rebels were overcome and what became of them.” 

“We are not proud of it,” Sardar said, quietly. “They were no match for our technology, or our ability to control you.” He paused. “We cannot leave here, and we cannot survive without your … We provide everything you need, but we cannot risk another rebellion or exposure to those outside. We know what many in your societies feel about non-humans, and we have experienced it in other places, so we have created this haven to protect ourselves — and to protect and provide for you.” He paused again, and I could see from the expressions on the faces of my human companions that they’d heard this as well. “What do you propose?”

I looked at the others. “I don’t know yet. I have an idea that might work, but I need to talk it over with my friends, and all the others here. They will need to be persuaded, I think, as it may be too drastic for some of them. I will need help to think it through, and it would be helpful if you were to appoint someone from your people to work with us.” I looked round that faces. “Look, according to what’s written in that book, I’m directly descended from the Comte — which I think you knew, Sardar — but more than that, my direct forebear was the son that refused to fulfil his obligation to become a hybrid like Josh.” I grinned. “And again, I have a feeling you knew that, Sardar, and set up that little session yesterday.”

“You are like your ancestor. Intelligent and very astute. Also persuasive.” Sardar glanced at his companions. “We will work with you, but you and your companion will move into an apartment in the chateau and work with Patin and Flavis.” He paused, and I sensed he was amused. “And we think you should, from now onward, begin the preparation for hybridisation. You’ve impressed us, Jack, and now the Council want to let you see if you can put together something that satisfies both sides basic needs.” He glanced at Josh. “We think you can. That session yesterday was a test, and you passed in more ways than one.”

Things began to move quite rapidly after this, my first task being to explain what I’d found and what it meant for us to the human community leaders. It wasn’t always well received, and there were still huge gaps in my understanding of the history that lay between us, but it did, at least get people talking and thinking. Now we sat in our favourite places outside the waterfront cafe in our bondage suits. Mistress Diana, a relatively new arrival who favoured a masculine look despite having a Transman as a ‘husband’, placed  two glasses of wine in front of us and a plate of snacks.

She winked at me. “Madam Lavina says you guys had better come up with the goods or she’ll apply to have you both in her favourite bondage scenes for a week and I’ll be assisting her. So will Harri …”

“Ouch.” Rod grinned. “Is it too late to try and make a run for it, Jack?”

“Way too late, Rod.” I smiled at Diana. “I think we’d have to plead for mercy on the grounds of insanity. Or maybe penis malfunction …”

“Penis malfunction? That’s a good one. Who says we’d give that bit of you any opportunity at all?” She walked away laughing.

“You know, Rod.” I stretched my legs under the table and eased my huge rubber codpiece. “I think there must be at least another diary, perhaps more, around the chateau. There’s a whole lot we really need to know about the Comtes and their people, and about the Ligarans.” I sipped my wine. “I know this can work, but only if both sides really have some understanding of each other.”

“Yup, and that’s going to be a tough one — unless you’re right and there’s more stuff about the Ligarans and our folk hiding in the chateau. Speaking of … Patin says our new apartment is almost ready. He says they’ll move everything in for us tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Wow.” I laughed. “No pressure on us then …” 

Our ‘new’ apartment was located on the upper floor in the original Comte’s bedchamber, dressing room and his ‘Morning Room’ became our private living room. On the floor below we shared a ‘study’ with the two Ligarans, and the library on the main floor became our place to relax and throw ideas around. The two Ligarans proved to be ‘young’ in their terms, very intelligent and, far from being aloof, almost desperate to be friendly. It was fun and very enlightening to be able to walk outside in the park with them of an evening — they explained that full daylight was dangerous for them — all of us in latex. At first Rod and I were the only ones in bondage suits, but then rather shyly, Flavis asked if we would mind their adopting bondage suits in our company.

“You want ..?” I thought-spoke in response. “Of course not.” I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. “If you enjoy bondage as much as we do …”

“Go for it,” Rod said, laughing. “You don’t need to ask us, Flavis. How about it, Patin?”

“Thank you,” Patin replied. He hesitated. “We have not done so because we were not sure … Our anatomy is … and our suits are more complex. We will need your assistance to dress …”

“It’ll be a pleasure,” I replied as my hand moved to go around his back and shoulders. It was the first time I’d actually touched a Ligaran, or had one touch me, anywhere other than sexually, and I made a discovery. “Oh, you have tentacles like Josh …”

I sensed his alarm. “It concerns you?”

“No! No, it doesn’t.” I kept my hand on his back, feeling the powerful muscles that apparently were part of the tentacles he hid beneath the suit. “Actually, I think it must be wonderful to have them. Why do you hide them?”

“It is a result of the unfortunate history … We felt it better to not display them openly. You do not find them repulsive?”

I thought of Josh, and of the Comte’s diary and the drawings which we’d assumed showed only human hybrids. “No, I don’t. I find it rather attractive in fact.” I laughed. “I think we’ve both learned something new — now we need to find out how to convince everyone else!”

The ‘private’ apartment had everything we needed, and the furniture appeared almost as new. The huge bed was canopied, and to our surprise equipped with cunningly disguised anchor points for bondage play. The cupboards in the bed base held all the bondage equipment we could possibly want as a bonus.

“This is a lot more comfy than the barn,” Rod said as we walked into our new ‘living room’. “But where do we cook up some food?”

“There must be somewhere.” I looked round. “There must be something other than the huge kitchen in the undercroft!”

“They’ve made provision for us to make tea and coffee. Oh, and there’s this cabinet with our usual breakfast stuff …” Rod looked round as Flavis knocked at the door. “Hi, Flavis,” he said, momentarily distracted by our visitor’s appearance in a bondage suit that displayed his tentacle ‘arms’ and his odd looking genitalia with a heavy penis, a secondary ‘trunk-like’ organ and two thinner tentacle penises, then remembered and continued in thought-speak. “You guys seem to have thought of everything, except where we can prepare meals for ourselves.”

“But your meals will be provided here,” he replied. “Our meal providers will provide human food when you require it, but yours will now be a special diet. To prepare you.”

Rod and I exchanged glances trying to imagine what sort of food the Ligarans ate, and how they ate it. “That’s very nice of them, but we’re used to cooking something when we want it — or eating at the water front …”

“You may still do so if that is what you wish,” Flavis seemed flustered. “The Council thought it might be advantageous for you to have your meals prepared. You have only to advise Patin or me if you wish to eat somewhere else — or to have guests. Your diet is interesting — very varied. Ours is more restricted here, the legends speak of a much richer range of foods on our home world.”

“Your homeworld? What happened to it?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“The stories speak of a catastrophe. Zam — the word means the same as ‘Earth’ in your tongue — was a world covered in water and ice. Our species originally evolved as a warm blooded aquatic race, but, as the waters receded, we evolved, becoming amphibious, and then primarily land dwelling as the waters receded. Our star was growing old, and as it died it caused the ice to melt, and then the water to recede. Our ancestors built huge ships with which to find a new home, launching them toward those stars and planets they thought might offer a new home.”  

“So your spaceship crashed here?” Rod’s excitement showed. “Oh wow.”

“The mothership was struck by comet and fatally damaged as it emerged from hyperspace. Most of our people were able to escape in the smaller landers it carried. These were intended to provide us with a habitat while we found a means to establish ourselves.” Flavis paused. “Ours is now the only remaining colony.” He gestured to the small folly crowning the ornamental ‘hill’ in the park. “The others met with fear, hostility, violence or were unable to sustain themselves. Our first ones were lucky — the Comte of the time had, for your people, a scientific curiosity and a sexual appetite … and our ship, our entire habitat, is concealed there.”

“Your ship ..?” I stared at the hill. “Is that where we’re taken for ..?”

“Yes. It generates the field that hide this entire valley.” He stopped. “Your ancestor was fascinated by it, and by our anatomy. Under his persuasion a number of his servants were hybridised, including several maids.” He paused gauging my reaction. “It strengthened their sexual preference, increased their libido and some of the maids became very dominant. The Comte liked to watch us feeding, and he enjoyed having the hybridised ones as servants and companions.”

“The old lecher, we guessed that from his taste in statues.” I stopped to laugh. “Why did the colonies that died out not attempt to find yours?” I remembered that they needed our cum to survive. “Ah, was this because they couldn’t get any human sperm for their diet?”

“Yes.” The sadness was palpable. “We were fortunate. The Comte of the day was like you, a man-lover, and most of his servants and workers were as well. This valley was, even then, isolated and not much visited by outsiders, so it was easy to remain unnoticed. Our Sardar of the time persuaded him to allow us to provide him and his people with all they needed in return for their sperm. Many of our people were able to form relationships with your people, and, of course, we provided medicines and health to the people — then outsiders noticed and we had to conceal ourselves.”

“Damn,” I said. “No wonder …” Gathering my thoughts, I addressed Flavis. “Okay, if what I think will work is going to have even a chance of success, we need to know the whole of this history, and we need to know a hell of a lot more about you and your people.” I looked at Rod. “And we’re going to have to learn as much as we can about those early years.”

“Our people need to learn more about you and your culture, Jack,” Patin interjected. “To our shame, we know you only for your sex, and for the sustenance it gives us, while apparently giving you pleasure …”

Rod laughed, putting an arm round the Ligaran. “It gives us a lot of pleasure, Patin, but it becomes even more pleasurable when it is done with someone we really ‘love’. That is what a lot of our people miss in the current arrangement.” He looked at me. “At the moment we sleep together, and we love each other, but we are not able to share our most intimate act, that is reserved for the feeding chambers.” He hesitated. “Don’t your people have such intimate relationships?”

The two aliens exchanged looks, then Flavis answered, “We do. Patin and I are paired, and we share this intimacy you speak of, but do not allow ourselves to reproduce … Are you not able to copulate without releasing your seed?” 

“Not really,” I replied. “There are ways we may enjoy non-intercourse sex with a partner and resist ejaculation, but it is not always successful.” Glancing at Rod, I smiled. “We’d better begin getting to know each other. We know almost nothing about you and that’s something we have to fix.” I had an idea. “How about we just get to know each other first? If we each tell our own story, we’ll know each other well enough to start working together — and I think we’ve got a hell of a lot to learn.”