Subj: PASSION ATE DARK SHADOWS Part Four
Date: 4/5/00 10:30:12 PM Central Daylight Time
From: N.E. Collins

Ben Stokes could not believe his good fortune. Here he was in the pretty young ladies maid's room about to have a nice warm drink to take the off the chill of the evening. Angelique had approached earlier in the day and brazenly invited him to her private quarters for a little hot toddy! He was grinning from ear to ear like a chesire cat about to pounce on sweet young Alice!

"Here you are, Mr. Stokes." Angelique so sweetly said as she handed him the hot brew. "Now you drink that all down, and then, I have a little surprise for you!"

Ben grabbed the cup like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. He gulped in down in one swallow! Angelique stood up to her full height before him and began to chuckle in a low surly manner.

Ben felt slightly dazed and his mouth began to water as he gazed upon this fierce beauty! He lustily grabbed her by her apron and began to pull her down to his waiting lap! Her laughter turned to fury as she struck out with, "Take you hands off of me you FILTHY CREATURE!"

He let go of her as if he had been touching hot flames and for a moment he felt a strange chill of fear shoot through every fiber of his being. Then she began her laughter again, but this time it made him angry!

"Who do you think you are! Asking me in here like this and then treating me like I was too dirty to touch your pretty skin? I'll teach you to fool with the likes of me, you wretched wench!" He lunged forward and reached out to grab her by the throat, but before he could touch her he froze! And then, he was somehow flung across the room and into the brick wall! As he slid like a stone in water to the floor, Angelique laughed outloud!

As he came back to himself somewhat, he realized that she had not only put something in his drink, but she had done something unusual to him that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "What did you do to me? And how did you do it?"

"It was nothing, really," she said in a girlishly sing-song way. Just a little, spell, to put you completely under my power, that's all." She spoke quietly and evenly and moved to her vanity where she sat down to comb her long golden locks.

She continued as he sat there in dumbfounded horror. "You see, I need you to do some tasks for me that I cannot do myself."

Somehow he found his voice. "I won't do nothin' for you, ever!"

"Oh, but you will. You will." She kept her back to him the whole time as she continued to brush out her hair. "You may not like it, but then again you may. There is something of someones that I want you to procure for me
this very evening."

"You mean steal for you, don't cha?"

She stopped brushing for a moment and sighed audibly. "I suppose I couldn't expect a man of your breeding and low social position to see it in any other way. No matter. I simply need an, ingredient for, a recipe, let's say. And all I'm asking you to do is get it for me." She turned towards him and said pointedly, "Do you understand me?"

"I told you I won't do it! You can't make me!"

She rose slowly and walked toward him. He tried to get up, but he could not. "Oh, but I can make you. And when you find out what I want and from who I want it, I think you may actually enjoy doing it. I think you'd better try to anyway, because after this little errand I don't believe you will ever again have pleasure in being my slave.