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Love's Passionate Wicked Wayward Tempest

LOVE'S PASSIONATE WICKED WAYWARD TEMPEST by Rich Vernadeau CHAPTER ONE A blazing full moon hung in dark, smoky sky, casting shadows from the magnolia trees onto the crowd of black faces on the courtyard of the great Windswepton Plantation. The sadistic slave master stood upon a scaffold and announced "This vile wench has been charged with insubordination, with attempting to aid and abet a rebellion, and fomenting an insurrection..." He pointed at a thin, mulatto-skinned slave girl whose arms were tied up in the air to a flogging pole. Vixana, the beautiful red-haired Irish mistress of the plantation marched up the stairs of the scaffold and stepped onto the wooden platform. "I demand that this entire spectacle cease at once!" The moon caught a gleam in her fierce, angry Irish eyes. Tempestor, the slave master and her former lover looked into her eyes briefly and then averted his own eyes away from her captivating stare. He knew in his heart that her will would always possess his own and that he was himself a "slave" to her every wish, command, and desire...

Vixana demanded, "Untie her at once!" The eyes of the slave girl begged for mercy. Tempestor untied the ropes from the wrists of the bound girl. "But an example has to be made!" he insisted. Vixana responded, "Unlike you, I do not condone bruality!" She shot him a piercing glance that sent a very clear message. He felt intense feelings towards her rekindle inside him. A mixture of lustful desire and resentment at her power over him... Vixana addressed the slave girl Matilda as Tempestor untied her, "You may have the day off from any labor tomorrow to rest up." Matilda bowed slightly and gave Vixana a thankful glance. She then walked quickly off the wooden platform, her head lowered, down the stairs into the crowd of onlooking slaves below who were wailing and sighing with relief. Vixana glared at Tempestor "I will not have it said that I am a merciless mistress". Tempestor turned and began walking, shaking his head. Vixana looked down at the sea of black faces and told them "You may all return to your quarters, now, this little show has ended." Vixiana went down the long, tree-lined pathway to the massive wooden doors of the palatial Windswepton Mansion, a massive castle-like structure. She pushed open the huge doors and a tall, very dark black man bowed slightly as she entered, "Good evening, Miss Vixana". She glanced at him and nodded, then walked through to the foyer to the two massive doors of the drawing room. As an instant reflex that appeared almost instinctive, Cardon the servant pushed the doors open for her. "The usual drink, madame?" he asked. Vixana nodded, then walked to the huge bar and accepted the glass of Brandy once it had been poured. She walked to the glowing fireplace and looked at the flames within it and began speaking. "Cardon, do you have any notion what this raging fire brings to my mind? THE FRAGRANCE OF HELL, that's what it represents to me. And the faces of my poor subjects outside tonight. What I saw was the preponderance of the disenchanted. And why shouldn't they be disenchanted? And when I looked into Tempestor's face, I saw only the flavors of mean..."
Cardon remained silent, only nodding when Vixana spoke. She sipped the Brandy and then turned from the fireplace and told him, "You may retire for the night, Cardon. Please see to it that the entrance doors are locked. "Yes'm" was his subdued reply to Vixana, and he left the room to follow her instructions. As he was about to lock the doors, Tempestor pushed one of them open abruptly and walked right into the foyer. "Step aside, I must have a word with the mistress of the house!" Tempestor announced. Cardon- having been on the receiving end of Tempestor's whip more than once- was more than willing to comply. Tempestor went directly into the drawing room...

Vixana whirled to confront the sudden intruder. "Well my, my. By what leap of presumptiousness do you impose yourself upon me?" Tempestor glared at her, "You did not always find my presence so distasteful, now did you?" Vixana shot him an angry glance and reminded him "I am no longer some young belle at the ball being swept off her naive feet. Had I known and realized then how you really were, I would certainly not have fallen into your clutches..." Tempestor moved closer towards her, and she drew back slightly. "I certainly hope you do not entertain some vain illusion that a fire long dead can be rekindled," she declared. Tempestor grinned, "I never was totally convinced that the flame had actually died." Vixana turned her head away from him "I can see clearly that your opinion of yourself has not lessened over time..."

A loud clanging began suddenly on the massive front doors. Vixana moved away from the fireplace and towards the drawing room doors, then opened them and yelled "Cardon are you still nearby?" From a dark corridor came the reply "Yes, ma'am, I will see to it at once." Cardon opened the massive entry door and there in front of it stood a tall, muscular white man, well-dressed. "Would you please inform the mistress of the house that she has a caller?" By this time Vixana had stepped into the foyer and could see the figure standing in the doorway. Before Cardon had even finished turning towards her she burst out cheerfully, "Why Beauregard Lautrec, whatever brings you here this time of evening!" The gentleman took off his hat and cloak and handed both to Cardon as he grinned happilly and looked at Vixana, "I apologize for not making an appointment for such a lovely visage as yourself, madame." Vixana blushed slightly, but quickly regained her composure "Well be all means Beauregard do come right on in. Tempestor here was just leaving..." Tempestor, though obviously not pleased, knew that it was his time to exit and did so, brushing past Cardon and glaring only briefly ar Beauregard. Cardon slammed the huge doors shut. Vixana smiled a very wide smile and asked him "Well my dear Beauregard, would you care for some brandy?"




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