1 comments/ 21843 views/ 7 favorites Eden's Nightmare Ch. 01 By: silenceup2nogood (Author's Note: It's funny, my specialty is erotic horror, yet I haven't post much of that here. Sorry everyone but most of that is too much horror, and not enough sex for Literotica. I thought I should post something, given the season and then looking across my library came across this gem. Eden fantasized herself a vampire as a way to deal with the traumas she'd experienced as a youth, which were pretty bad. At the time I wrote this for her, she was going thru a break up with a guy she should never have let in her home, let alone slept with. I will warn you, this first part has no actual sex in it, just a lot of very erotic bondage. It heats up dramatically in the later parts. If you're into vampires, I hope you'll enjoy the set up and come back for more. I'll try to get the rest of this series up as soon as I can. Happy Halloween.) ------ Consciousness came slowly and with much protest, each tiny movement of her body bringing pain. A soft moan escaped her lips before Eden realized how bad the situation was. She was sitting, tied up and captive. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten there either. Eden let the breath slowly escape and went limp. Eyes still closed she tried to take stock of her situation with her other senses. "Tink!" It was the sharp sound of metal hitting metal. "Tink!" Like something dropped into a hollow bowl. "Tink!" Some time must have passed, Eden thought, for her bladder was full and she felt the need to pee. She started to remember then, of the attack, though not the battle's final moments. It must have ended badly, Eden realized, give her situation now. She tried to give the most subtle of flexes, to test her bonds but what ever held her, held her tight. "Tink!" Eden kept her breathing slow and measured, trying to pretend that she was still unconscious. She'd been held captive before and if she could just wait for it, an opportunity often opened up. She heard someone in the room sniff several times. "Ah, Fraulein Sands," a deep male voice said. "You are awake, we can begin then..." From the way his voice sounded he was 10 or 15 feet away. The room had a slight echo-y sound to it. And it felt a little damp and cool. Eden tried to pretend she hadn't heard him. Wasn't conscious. Measured breathing was the key. Head hung down and her curly red hair all around her face, she concentrated, just breathing in, then out. In, then out. She was a bump on the log. Insignificant. If you could conjure a quiet place they often screwed up. Enough to get you free! "It won't work with me," he whispered in her ear. "But I give you points for trying." Then he chuckled, his breath stirring the hairs on the back of her neck. Eden felt real fear. She hadn't heard him move to her side, though she heard him when he move away. She got the impression he meant her to. With her hearing that he could move that fast and that quietly meant he was something very dangerous indeed. It started coming back to her then. The attack... She'd picked up a check from a client that day for a job recently done. A big check. Twenty-five thousand in fact! For someone who juggled payments just to keep the electric and gas on, that kind of wealth made her dizzy. She worked in the city but lived in the country. The drive was long but the quiet made it worth it. She'd pulled into her gravel driveway with a sigh of relief. Thinking of new foot wear, something leather and with 4 inch heels, Eden got out of the car. She just stood there for a moment enjoying the early evening night. She really knew better than to let her guard down like that, though her lapse could be forgiven. Nobody had made it personal lately. Nobody had ever hit her at her house. "Tink!" She heard the noise again. "Tink!" "Almost finished," she hear him say, with a tint grunt. He chuckled again. "By the Holy Spirit, you are quite the good shot." "Tink!" There was real admiration in that statement. Eden opened her eyes and looked up. First impressions were usually the most true, Eden had always found in the long, dark century since she'd been turned. She had grown up a liberated woman of the Roaring 20's, out going, fun loving, and had gotten to know people in all their variations before that fateful night of pleasure and pain that had changed her forever. The long years since had just refined the skill. First impressions counted for alot with her. Later she was always able to fill out the corners of what a person was, detect the lies and masks they wore, but in that first quick glance, she could often sense just what was at their core. What she sensed at the core of this man when she first saw him, put the cold caress of fear up her spine. A hard man, ready for hard tasks. Razor sharp was the crease in his black pants, shoes polished bright. While he wasn't wearing a shirt, his bare back had a rigid posture, ram rod straight. Military in bearing. He had short cropped hair of blond. Older, maybe in his fifties. Well muscular but not in a body builder kind of way. Still one that radiated strength and purpose. Maybe just shy of 6 feet tall. Broad of shoulders. Slender of hips. Attractive in his way. All this she noticed first, but then she looked closer and saw the scars. They criss crossed his back and shoulders, some weathered with many years, others looking weeks old. Pink scars across tanned flesh. Pink scars cut deep. There was something odd about them, she could not place at first then she realized, the scars ran up and down his back vertically. Like the hand that had given them, had been his own. That hand came into view, holding a pair of forceps, bloody at the tips. He let something drop from them into a small stainless steel bowl on the workbench before him. She realized then they were in her basement. That gave her a bit of hope. "Tink!" More of the attack came back to Eden. She'd reached into the car for her coat and when she came out there was a man, dressed in black military, standing on her porch. He raised a big barreled gun. She recognized the net gun, and dove to the side as he fired, reaching into her coat for her own gun in its shoulder holster. She'd taken it off when she'd gotten in the car. This could be awkward, she thought, frantically trying to pull it free. The net whizzed past her missing by just a few inches. Eden had her pistol out, a Baretta 93R machine pistol, and fired a single shot his way. It hit him square in the chest and knocked him back, though he kept his feet. Damned, the easy access to bullet proof body armor these days, Eden cursed. Not like the old days, when you shot someone, they stayed shot. Out of the corner of her eye she saw three more just like him charging towards her, boxing her in. Eden went for her ace in the hole. Or this case, ace in the pocket of her coat. She popped the pin with one finger, counted two and tossed the flash/stun grenade she always carried straight up. It got eight feet or so off the ground, then exploded with a huge crash of sound and light, stunning even her, though Eden was expecting it. The four attackers catching the blast full in their faces, staggered and went to their knees. Eden lurched to her feet, groggy and tried for the nearby trees. Maybe she could lose them in the woods around her house. She knew the area, they would not. But she remembered something else then of the attack! Of something covered in blond hair and moving with a predator's fierce quickness, charging her as the men lay stunned. The machine pistol in her hand, ripping a continuous stream of three round bursts, bullets striking the horror's chest dead on, yet not slowing it an inch. Nineteen rounds in a quarter as many seconds she put into that charging horror, before the slide of her pistol locked back, empty. She was reaching for a fresh magazine of ammo when a large arm hammering her to the ground. Over and over, hitting her, until unconsciousness mercifully claimed her. "Tink!" Blond hair the same color as his! Eden watched as the man set the forceps into the bowl, then took a hand towel and wiped his hands and chest. "Now, Fraulein Sands, let me get dressed." The man said as he turned. "And we will be about the Lord's business tonight." Her eyes were drawn to his chest, where there were several raw puncture marks. As she watched they slowly closed, growing smaller. There were perhaps a dozen others now almost healed, leaving faint pink spots. The sharp coppery smell of fresh blood came to her sensitive nostrils, and that's when she knew the true core of him. Lycanthrope! The Were reached for the white shirt hanging over a nearby chair, putting it on. He looked at her, just watching as his hands buttoned the shirt all the way to the top. His eyes were a arctic blue, very focused. And if discovering just what held her captive was bad, what he did next sent the cold stab of real fear straight into Eden's chest. He put the black vest and white starched collar of a priest of the Catholic Church on... * * * * * * "It has been brought before High Council this day," the were-priest said, reading from a piece of all things, real parchment, that he held before him. "In a Matter of Honor between House Renauldi and the feral, Edan Sands..." Ferals, that's what the Great Vampire Houses and their members called those, like Eden who chose to live outside the structured rules of vampire society. Who chose to live on their own and make a Life outside. Eden had always liked that image. Of a wild dog, free and hunting. Beholden to none. Most of the time it didn't matter if you weren't affiliated with one of them. The Houses left you alone, preferring to play the games of politics and obligation they played between themselves. After all there was always room on the edges as long as you didn't cause waves, and get noticed. The Houses feared that the most. Being noticed. They ruthlessly policed vampires that strayed across the line and killed too often. And they were not nice about it either. No one wanted a return to the Old Days where humans hunted their kind. And to, at times it was even beneficial for both sides to have a few outside the lines. Beneficial for the Houses when deniability was useful. Beneficial for Eden, because they paid well and remembered their debts. Both paid and unpaid. As a free lancer, Eden had worked for several of the Houses, doing odd jobs and such. She owned a small detective agency and specialized mostly in missing persons. If the movers and shakers in the Houses were willing to tolerate a vampire unattached, they still expected loners to obey their rules and submit to their decrees. Yet matters with Ferals were usually handled in Low Council, Eden remembered. Kind of like "traffic court of the night". A ranking member of a House as judge, and minor members as advocates for and against any accused. That this matter was being handled more formally, in High Council and with the Heads of each House sitting in, meant big trouble for Eden. And if this was between House Renauldi and herself, then that trouble meant Lilith! Lilith was youngest daughter of Jean Pierre, head of House Renauldi, and a spoiled bitch of a daughter too. Cute and shapely, eighteen (real years). Thought the world revolved around her, and thought her wealth and position brought her immunity from her actions. Paris Hilton with fangs... "Petitioner for House Renauldi further asserts that the accused's actions were so grievous as to merit the punishment of death and dismemberment." The priest paused, looking at Eden over the top of the parchment. He gave a small smile, and Eden gulped, worried at what he was about to say. "Advocating for the accused, House Merryweather, disagreed," the priest continued reading. "Pointing out that the injured party herself was still alive." Not for my lack of trying, Eden thought. Maybe that was the trouble. Lilith had survived... All vampires recognize the right of self defense and death in a fight with another vampire was honorable. They weren't a werewolf pack with its alpha male after all. They were civilized killers. More like the Japanese samurai, often fighting single combat for honor. Honor to House vampires was everything. That Lilith had gotten away to cry to Papa had been a understandable mistake at the time that was now coming back to haunt Eden. Lilith and her pack of nouveau rich cronies liked to go slumming sometimes, off on their version of a "Dark Hunt", looking for Ferals to beat up and abuse. A bit of spicy mob violence, baseball bats and knees, stake them out for the morning sun to burn a bit. All good natured fun, mind you. No outright killings so far that Eden had heard about. Vampires, even Ferals healed from anything less than death, thought they felt the pain certainly enough. In particular, Lilith like to toss balloons filled with Holy Water at you. Nasty trick if you were the vampire hit. A lot of what people thought they knew about vampires was outright untruths and fiction, but Holy Water did burn a vampire. Kind of on the level of hot wax. Stings and leaves you red, but catch a face full and you could be blind for weeks until you healed. It left scars too, that were a long time healing. Exposure to the sun was the same. Vampires got serious sunburns but didn't burst into flames. Less chance of that now, a vampire owned company had recently come up with a great sunscreen cream, SPF 5000. The Holy Water thing always made Eden wonder. Legend among vampires did admit they were children of someone other than the Universe's creator. That it was Satan always made Eden laugh. Vampire turned from more modern people were just as blaise about religion as most ordinary folk. Hell, Eden had even gone to Christmas Mass last year, without a bolt of lightning roasting her to dust. Though she hadn't taken Communion. You can only push so far. And if this was about Lilith, then it was high stakes poker too. For the thing with Lilith meant Merryweather was involved as well. Politics between the two great opposing Houses in town, and they had decided to use Eden as the pawn in their power struggle. She was so screwed! "The Council was deadlocked 8 to 8, when House Seaside proposed a compromise." The priest continued to read. "One that was quite interesting." Oh fuck, Eden silently sighed. She REALLY was so screwed... There were sixteen Houses recognized in the local power structure. Several like Renauldi and Merryweather were franchise Houses, spun off from their home territories and powerful because of their reach and wealth. Renauldi was European, Merryweather New England America. The majority of Houses though were local. Groups of vampires banding together for protection. Like House Seaside. Though Seaside meant Aireanna... It had started as a group of vampire whores during the Goldrush Days of the late 1800s, House Seaside now controlled most of the lucrative prostitution business from Battery to Vine. You didn't get your cock wet without them getting a cut of the action. Eden had worked for Seaside several times, not as a pro mind you, just taking care of of a few minor problems as a detective. What was probably about to screw her, was that one night of drunken debauchery she's had with Aireanna. She's spilled a few secrets then, to her hung-overed regret. "House Seaside proposed you be Scourged as punishment, according to the Old Ways." The were priests said. "Further, punished in measures, 5 to 1." Eden just shook her head. See, in that moment of drunken confidence, she'd admitted to Aireanna that she had masochistic fantasies. That she had always wanted to be tied up and beaten. Fucked hard and rough. Looks like she was about to get her wish. Tied up and beaten, that is. She doubted the priest was going to fuck her. More the pity, it had been a dry few months for Eden. She's heard of "Scourging" and laughed it off. Eden wasn't laughing now. Think of the Spanish Inquisition. Think hanging from your wrists while they whipped you good. Hot pokers and the Rack. Medieval stuff, like out of a bad Hammer film. Damned the Houses and the way they clung to the Old, Old Ways. If she survived this, Eden swore, she was just going to kill someone! "In measures 5 to 1, were then agreed and voted on." The priest said, rolling the parchment closed. "Pain to pleasure, 5 to 1." It didn't matter who, Eden was just going to kill someone. She silently cursed and really flexed, using all of her vampire strength. The chair creaked but didn't break. The priest chuckled. He had her tied tight. "I chose a strong chair," he said with a smile. "Do you accept the Council's punishment?" Then with the speed Weres had, he flickered and was suddenly standing next to her, his hand at her throat. Eden felt the sharp prick of his nail at her neck. "Do you accept?" His breath stirred the hairs on her neck with hot sensual pleasure. Eden being who she was, quivered at the feeling and her nipples grew hard just thinking of what he asked. To willingly submit to his domination. The demon within her rebelled, thinking death would be a better choice. The woman inside of her melted with desire. His hand slowly slide down Eden's neck, the sharp nail piercing her skin and drawing a bit of blood. It smelled so sweet, even though it was her own and fired her being with sensual madness. His hand moved down her neck and across her chest. His fingers lightly caressing her through her silk blouse. She heard him sigh softly in her ear when his palm slid gently across her hard nipple. She sighed herself, almost cumming then and there. Vampires were after all creatures of lust and desire. Somehow he was pushing every button and her body was responding. "Do you submit?" he asked again, softly. He moved in front of her, kneeling between her legs. He took one hand and placed it on her leg. Eden wore leather pants as she did when working. Leather being so protective. And it looked so good too. Yet as his hand touched her thigh, she felt naked and vulnerable to what might soon come. He let his hand slow creep up her leg and Eden shivered, staring into eyes arctic blue. "Do you submit?" he asked softly, staring up. He stared at her like the cruel predator he was, and Eden knew she would get no mercy from his hand. His hand was mere inches from her crotch and she felt herself press forward, almost begging him to touch her there. She felt too, her nails bite sharply into her palms. The pain and pleasure rolling through with almost over whelming feeling. "Do you?" his lips mouthed. Her answer seemed to drag itself out of Eden's very soul. "Yes," she whispered back. "Would you like to take a moment to pray?" The priest asked. "Before we begin that is..." Eden slowly raised her head. Her body quivered in a mix of conflicting emotions. She'd come so close to actually having an orgasm just from his touch. She felt like she needed a cigarette or something. Her panties were wet. She'd only meet one Lycanthrope before and he hadn't had this kind of effect on her. But then it had been at formal dinner. Kind of "Hi, let me introduce..." She hadn't know he was Were until later, when one of her acquaintances had mentioned it. That one had smelled...Different. Different from the priest. He smelled of violence. He smelled of sex. Eden flipped her head, tossing her long red hair out of her eyes, and stared at the priest. He was unpacking a large suitcase, pulling several things out onto the small card table she used for laundry. At the moment he had a large length of coiled rope in his hand. He just looked back at her. Calmly and with measure. "Would you?" he asked. "Not that your kind often do." he said, laying the rope down on the table. "But I always offer." Eden's Nightmare Ch. 01 "God loves all of his children. You only have to ask." he continued. "He will forgive you of your sins." The priest pulled out a mass of black leather. It had a silver T-handle, and when he flipped it downward, Eden could see it was some sort of flogger. It had dozens of thin leather strips, almost five feet long. She shivered when she realized, he meant to use that on her. Eden swallowed. "Hmmm?" he asked. "Would that get me out of this?" she asked, with a small hopeful grin. "No," he grinned back. "But it would save your soul." He set the flogger on the table. "Can I ask you a few questions instead?" she asked. The priest pulled a thin bit of braided leather from the suitcase. Long, thin and with a clustered tip of several strands. He wound it into a small loop next to it's short handle as he just looked at her. Finally he nodded. "Tradition allows it," he answered. Eden knew she didn't have much time, so she considered what she needed to know. "Who are you?" "Ohhh!, how discourteous of me, Fraulein Sands." He closed the suitcase and set it on the floor. Coming around the table, stood there looking down at her. "I should have introduced myself." he said. "My apologies." "I am Father Gunter Wind," he nodded. "Lay Brother of the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon." He made the sign of the cross over his chest. "I will be the one Scourging you tonight." It took Eden a few moments to remember the reference. She was no scholar, but she did like a good movie on a cold winter night. "The DiVinci Code" had been a good one, she'd even picked up the book to read on a long stake out she'd been on. "You're a Templer!" she realized. He nodded, picking up another suitcase and setting it on the table. "Yes, the Church welcomed us back several centuries ago." He brushed at his black vest self consciously. "We were never heretics, no matter what the French King said." He muttered a curse, that Eden thought was German. "The Brotherhood just understood that some touched by evil, could still be good soldiers of the Lord. That caused problems. The Church wasn't as understanding then." Father Gunther said, with a shrug. "Now we few who are left, serve the Church in what ever fashion we can. Secure in the knowledge we do the Lord's work and that the Holy Land will one day be ours again." Eden wondered how old he was. Weres weren't immortal like vampires, but they aged very slowly. Father Gunther could be speaking from experience about what had happened to the Templer Knights. "Why is the Church involved in this?" she asked. He smiled softly. "The various Houses couldn't decide on a Inquisitionor." he explained. "Those who supported Merryweather, were deemed to lenient. Those supporting Renauldi, too harsh. Those in the middle didn't want to piss off either side." He walked behind the table. "Someone knew I was in town," he opened the suitcase. "And I was offered as an impartial third party." He drew a long rod from the suitcase. It has wrappings of leather around the handle, and a sharp point at the other end. Perfect for heating. Eden shivered. "The Church agreed, when approached on the matter." He set the iron down. Then drew a second just like it out. Eden thought hard. "What are you limits?" she asked. Formal things like these always had limits and you could live or die by them. Father Gunther held the iron in his hand and slowly ran his hand up and down it. He looked at Eden, tied up and helpless. Eden could almost feel the heat on her flesh when he would be using it on her. "Limits?" the priest gave her an evil smile. "What make you think I have any limits to what I can do to you?" Eden felt her face flush and she heard him chuckled at her fear. "Sorry, Inquisitioner humor." He shrugged after a moment. "We love to tease you all a bit before we start." "Bad habit," he admitted. "No doubt I'll be saying some Hail, Mary's when I next confess." Eden let out a relieved sigh. As relieved as she could considering she was still tied to a chair in her basement, about to be tortured and whipped. Damn him, this priest had a sense of humor. She almost liked him for that. "The limits of this Scourging were fairly specific," he said. "You are to be punished until the first rays of Dawn." he looked at his watch. "About six and a half hours now." "I may not inflict sufficient punishment to cause your death, though you may ask for that mercy at any time during the proceedings." Father Gunther reached into the suitcase before him. Eden gave a small gasp as she watched him pull a wicked dagger out. He fingered the edge and Eden caught the scent of blood as the edge cut his finger. He put the finger in his mouth for a second. "I may not damage your face." he said. He chuckled again. "That was hotly contested by House Renauldi, but surprisingly even many of their Allies balked at that." He shook his head. "Politics!" He spoke it like a curse. "The young Fraulein Renauldi was there at Council, being quite the shrew, I heard." He shook his head again. "I do not think many approve of this thing, even among Renauldi's supporters." "That will be to your advantage, when you seek vengeance." He said. "If you survive, that is." "You wouldn't consider just sitting here all night and talking?" she asked. "I won't tell, if you don't." Father Gunther smiled and shook his head, laying the knife on the table. "Further, you are to be punished, in measures, 5 to 1. House Seaside was most insistent on that." He reached into the suitcase again. "That to is to your advantage. A periodic break for both the Accused and the Inquisitioner, keeps things from getting out of hand." If what she'd seen so far come out that suitcase were scary, what he pulled out then shocked her truly. "I am also to give you pleasure," he held up a long pink vibrator. "As well as pain." He flipped the switch on the bottom, and the vibrator commenced to buzz. "This could get very interesting," he admitted. "For both of us..." Eden's Nightmare Ch. 02 Father Gunther smiled and turned the vibrator off, setting it on the table. "Let us get you ready then," he said. "And get you out of those clothes." He came over to Eden, taking the back of her chair and pulled her rearward. When she looked to either side she noticed something. Gunther or his agents had been busy. There were two thick poles now anchored to the floor. One to either side about three feet apart. Their ends were attached to broad six inch plates, now bolted firmly into the concrete of her basement's floor. Eden looked up and saw they were also firmly attached to the ceiling joists. Large one inch bolts drilled through the thick wood. She leaned her head further back and noticed there was a like sized pole across the two horizontally, about three feet above her head. Gunther squatted behind her and Eden felt him work at her left hand. There was movement, then it was free from what held it to the chair. She'd been expecting this first opening, and gave a hard twist, putting the entire strength she had into breaking free. There's a thing about the fabled vampire strength. It can only do so much. A vampire is about three times as strong as a comparable human. Eden, a woman of five foot four, and let's be honest, not a muscle bound gym babe but curvy with a pound or two on her frame, definitely had her limits. Especially when she was still tied tight on the other three limbs. Add to it Gunther's strength. Were's were strong as well. Easily matching a vampire's advantage over humans, and truthfully were usually stronger. Vampires were creatures of lust and sex, weres were beasts of violence and chaos. A vampire's advantage was alway that they retained their intelligence when they fought. Were's when pushed, became such mindless beasts. In the end, Eden was just a small woman, and Gunther, a large, strong and physical man. He easily pulled her arm upward and bound it to the bar with a large clip. Her sleeves had been unbuttoned and her wrists now had some sort of shackle on them. He did the same with her other arm. She tried to fight him then too, for all the good it did. Eden was getting worried. He leaned down, and his voice rustled the hair around her ear. "I'm going to raise you now," he said. Damned, why does just his voice turn her on so much, Eden wondered? Gunther went to her left side. There was a handle on the crossbar, where it meet the uprights. He grabbed it and gave it a turn. Eden felt her arms rise a couple of inches. He smiled and began turning the handle in earnest. Her hands rose and she was forced upward. Very worried! Things were getting so out of Eden's control, and honestly, she didn't see any way to stop it. Her masochistic fantasies were become so, so real. Gunther kept cranking until he had her three quarters standing. Though because her arms and shoulders were level with the back of the chair and her legs were still a foot or two forward, tied to the chair legs, Eden was forced to arch backwards uncomfortably. She gave a small moan. He stopped then, and came around behind the chair. Eden felt his fingers around her waist. It was almost erotic the way they slide down her sides. He held her firmly for a moment or two. "I'm going to pull the chair back," he said. He gave a sharp jerk and Eden found herself suddenly counter balanced. Where she had been leaning back, she now was leaning forward. She was forced onto her toes and the chair, her legs were still tied to, was off the ground and on to it's front two legs, the back leaning against her butt. She hung from the bar by her wrists. Either he or one of his assistants had removed her boots while she was unconscious. They lay over in one corner. She still had on her socks, a good thick pair, so she wasn't bothered by the chill on the concrete but it didn't give her much in the way of traction. Eden wiggled her toes, trying for purchase, but too no avail. She felt the priest, his hands on her lower back, then lower, roaming across her butt. Her leather pants were tight and no doubt, he enjoyed the feel. Eden groaned again, the strain on her wrists was heavy. "My don't you look so good," he whispered. "Tied up, waiting for the whip." Gunther moved to side and again, grabbing the crank turned it several times, raising her off the floor until she was standing straight. He again went over behind her back. She felt his hands on her left leg, getting it loose from the chair. This was her second opportunity. She gave a kick and for a moment broke free of his grasp. She squirmed and tried to turn, hampered by her other leg still tied to the chair. Tried to strike! Tried to kick! He hit her hard in her lower back. It was a classic kidneys punch, and one that shot pain up her back. Eden groaned and pivoted, her hands tied above her head. The chair fell over and she got a little purchase with her knee. She lashed out with her leg again and felt it connect, hitting him but not with much force. He punched her hard, in the lower back again. Fuck that hurt! She moaned, swinging from her arms. He hit her twice more! It took a couple of minutes for the stars to fade from Eden's eyes. When she got a hold of herself, she could feel his hand, twisted in her long red hair. He gave it a hard twist, pulling her scalp and twisting her head to one side. "I own you bitch," he growled. He let go of her hair and knelt. As she gasped for breath, he tied her left leg off to the vertical pole. It took him no time to do the same to the other leg, tossing the chair across the floor with a vicious throw. Eden was now tied tight and standing spread, waiting for his worst. "We will begin in earnest then," Father Gunther said, breathing forcefully. Glaring at her, he lifted the wicked knife from the table. "Your clothing, first..." He walked around the table and stood before her. "I'll tell you a secret," he said. "One professional to another." Laying the knife against the first button of her blouse that was buttoned, he flicked the knife and cut it off. "Men," he said, "Are best stripped by force." He cut the second button off. "It's more humiliating for them that way." He cut the third button off. "Woman," he said. "For them, it's better to make them remove their own clothing, while we watch..." He cut the fourth and final button off her blouse. It flapped open, exposing her blue bra. "It's a shame we can't do that with you." He slipped a finger into the strap of her bra between her breasts, pulling her forward. She thought he was going to cut it too, but instead he laid the tip of the knife against her chest an inch or so below her cleavage. Gunther pressed the knife against her skin until it cut, oh so shallow. Blood, bright red weld up around the shiny steel. "There's a lot of pride in you." He slowly slide the knife down her body, cutting her. "Pride that needs to be gotten rid of." Eden moaned, from the pain and from the smell of the blood. Gunther chuckled at her obvious excitement. Then he slapped her. "You vampires are such sluts," he said, shaking his head. "Fuck you," Eden hissed. The priest backhanded her hard. "Mind your language, bitch!" he ordered. "The night is still young and I'm just getting started." Eden shook her head, face stinging from the blow. She could taste blood. He walked slowly around her until he was behind her. For long moments he did nothing, then Eden felt one of his hands on her. Gunther slowly caressed her body through the silk of her blouse, running his hand up and down her stretched form. She shivered at his touch. A moan so wanted to come out but she held her tongue. His hand wormed its way into her long red hair. "We need to get this out of the way." Eden felt fear then that the priest meant to cut her hair off. She remembered tales of Inquisitioners shaving the heads of the women accused of witchcraft and she realized that humiliation was well within the limits of her Scourging. Strange though, Gunther for several minutes just ran first one hand, then both, through her hair. He must have set the knife down.Then he did something even stranger. Eden felt his hands divide her hair and begin to braid it! He'd braided long hair before, she thought, for it took just a short time before he had a long tight braid done up. She felt a stiff jerk and then a pull from that braid. Firm pull towards the ceiling. She tried to turn and look, but the pressure prevented her. She made a guess that the priest had woven a rope or some such into her hair, and that he had it tied off to the ceiling. "Much better," Gunther whispered into her ear. His hand grabbed the bottom of her blouse at the back, and Eden felt him pull the fabric tight. With one long slice, he cut the blouse apart all the way to the collar, where he stopped. She felt the cool air on her exposed flesh and shivered when she felt one of his fingers slide itself slowly along her spine. Eden sighed, pleasure at the touch making her tingle. That teasing finger became a full hand, that lightly caressed her at the waist. Then that hand slid its way around her side to rest on her bare stomach. Gunther slowly rubbed her in small soft circles, each one going lower, bit by bit. His little finger brushed the top of her pants and he stopped his hand there. He moved his hand slowly from side to side, that little finger slipping into the top of her pants to tug against the elastic of her under garments. Eden let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She gave a little jerk, suddenly feeling the cold steel of the knife on her back. With the tip, Gunter scratched her skin, not hard enough to cut but enough to get her attention. The snap of her pants was undone. So focused on the knife, Eden hadn't noticed Gunter's hand on her pants, opening them. She felt an added tug and then he slid the zipper open too. His palm rested on her sex, the heat of it clearly felt through the open pants and her thin panties. Eden moaned. Gunther chuckled. He pulled his hand from her pants. "Not yet," he whispered. Eden jerked against her bonds when he pushed the tip of the knife into her at the middle of her shoulder blades, to the left of her spine. It was a sharp sting of a cut. Gunther drug the knife downward, cutting her back with the steel. He went from shoulder blades to lower back. Then he did it again on the right side of her spine. Two long cuts he made on her back. The coppery smell of fresh split blood made Eden shake. Gunther took hold of her blouse at the right sleeve. It took him quick seconds until he'd cut it open to the collar. He did the same to the left sleeve baring both arms. She felt then a pull at her bra but he didn't cut it open. He just gave her a small shake. "Let's get those pants off you now," he said. He walked around until he was standing in front of her. The priest smiled at her, fingering the knife. "Wait, wait," Eden stammered. "Hey, I really love these pants. Can't we make a deal or something?" He smiled. "Oh, come on..." she said, almost pleading. "You know how long it takes to break a set of these in, don't you." Gunter just shook his head as he knelt at her feet. Taking hold of her left leg, he slipped the knife under the cuff of her pants, edge out. He pushed upwards until it got tight, then just a bit more. Eden felt the tip of the knife dig into her flesh. Looking up at her, Gunther smiled and gave the knife a hard jerk. Eden grunted. The knife had sliced the leather open but also, had cut her, drawing blood. He slide the knife into her pants leg again, until it was tight. Again the hard jerk. Again the pants were cut. Again she was cut. Gunther kept at it until he had the left leg of her pants opened to the knee. Then he turned to the other leg. Eden bit her tongue and stayed silent while Gunther had destroyed her clothing, but she was mentally cursing to herself like a drunken sailor with thirty years in the Service. She really liked those pants! Bound wrists and ankles, she could do nothing but watch. The sharp pokes by the knife tip to her legs were painful but not so bad Eden couldn't push them to the back of her consciousness. After all, she'd had almost a hundred years of undead life, many of them in dangerous professions, and she'd had all manner of injuries. Most of which she'd had to just ignore to get the job done. Still they hurt. What was more distracting to Eden's situation was the little drops of blood the cuts caused. Blood which scented the air in a maddening way for her. Vampires were so sensitive to the smell of blood. It was their life. The cuts on her back had stopped bleeding. Vampiric regeneration was a great thing at times but the tiny cuts to her legs keep the smell alive in her senses. It made her nervous and excited, and set the demon inside Eden to mentally pacing back and forth like a starving predator next to a fence. A fence behind which lay a fresh and steaming kill. Add to the frustration, it was just enough to almost trigger the Change. Her muscles kept clenching and the top of her mouth hurt. Eden's vampiric bloodline was one that sported a single pair of upper fangs which dropped when she fed, and there was just enough stimulation to make them want to drop but not enough for them to come forth. Her jaw ached in waves that kept her on the ragged edge of desire and pain. The smell of the blood made her mouth water with eager expectation, and the pain she felt mixed with the joy of soon spilled blood combined to make Eden's whole body tingle. She twitched every time he made another cut. Gunther chuckled at her, seeing the effect he had on her. He got her pants opened to just above both knees and he stopped for a moment. He slide his free hand inside her butchered pants, and cupped the back of her left calf, sliding his hand up and down. The touch sent electricity up her body and made her jerk against her bonds. Eden shook her head, feeling the restraint of the rope through her braided hair pull her head back hard. Even that minor pain seemed to excited her! She'd joked to Aireanne about her fantasies during that night, confessed desires in a moment of drunken revelry, yet never in her deepest fantasies had she ever imaged the sheer naked desire that would take her when she was tied helpless at another's mercy. Eden groaned when she felt Gunther's hand slide slowly upward, to caress the sensitive area behind her knee, her hips jerked forward, unconsciously wanting him to go further with his touch. She was on the edge of an orgasm again and wanted it with her entire being. She gave a soft throaty moan. Gunther chuckled and removed his hand. He stood and walked away. And Eden moaned again, this time in deep disappointment... It took her several moments to calm down to the point she could look at the priest. Gunther was standing next to the small laundry table. He held a plastic cup in one hand, sipping from it. He reached behind himself, and Eden saw a small pitcher. He lifted it and poured water into his cup. Eden recognized the pitcher and for some reason that made her feel even more violated. The pitcher was from her kitchen. Strange given she was tied and was being stripped in her own basement, in preparation to her Scourging. For some reason though, the thought Gunther had been in her kitchen made her mad. Her anger help to clear her mind for the sensations the destruction of her pants had caused. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. "Fuck you," Eden softly hissed. The priest just smiled. He took a drink from the cup, then set it down, picking up the knife again. "We'll cure you of that sass, yet." he promised. Gunther walked slowly towards her, knife in hand. He smiled as if considering what to do to her next. Eden watched as far as she could as he walked around her until he disappeared behind her, then she looked forward. The rope in her hair kept her from turning too far. And she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she dreaded what he had in store for her. Eden gritted her teeth and stared forward, silently defiant. Defiant until she felt his touch. The priest must have set the knife down, for Eden felt both his hands slide themselves under her tattered blouse, touching the naked skin of her sides. She shivered, feeling the roughness of his fingers. He stood so close to her she could feel the heat of his body. Suddenly the watch on Gunther's wrist buzzed. "Most interesting," he whispered in her ear. "Time for the other half of your punishment." His hands left her. He walked over to the table, setting down the knife. "Time for some pleasure..." ----- "Here," Gunther said. "Drink." Eden was of a mind to refuse but she was thirsty. The priest held a small cup of water and after a moment Eden relented and put her lips to the cup. "Go slow," he said. Eden drank the water down. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was, what with the attack and now this. "More?" he asked. She nodded. "Why do you do this," she asked after drinking her second cup. Gunther seemed surprised at the question. "It needs to be done." "Me?" she asked. "No, no," the priest chuckled. "You are an innocent victim of politics." He walked over to set the empty cup on the table. "The job," he explained. "This job. It needs to be done." He looked at her trying to put his thoughts into words. "See Fraulein, what is the promise of Heaven," Gunther picked up the knife. "Without the retribution of Hell." He set the knife back down. "People must know that when they do wrong, punishment will be enacted. That bad things have consequences. Without that we have chaos, and in chaos Satan wins." "But I didn't do wrong!" Eden said. The priest smiled and shrugged. "I never said the system was perfect..." Eden shook her head. "I'm so fucked," she muttered to herself. Gunther smiled. He walked around the table to stand before her. "Who knows what the night may yet bring, Fraulein..." The priest was standing oh so close to Eden, and then almost idlely, he let his free hand drop to her stomach. Gunther's finger went round and round across her naked flesh and Eden's body vibrated at the touch. Those fingers dipped lower and lower until they ended up at the waist band of her exposed panties. His hand stopped then, just a mere short inch from her sex. "You were due some pleasure this time, were you not?" The little finger of his hand slid under the elastic of her panties. It was a mere inch from the top of her sex and Eden sighed at the touch. He wiggled that invading digit slowly back. And forth. Going lower, and lower. Eden pushed her hips up, hoping against hope the priest would just do it and touch her there so she could cum. Moments stretched out as he teased her. His watch buzzed. Ten minutes gone so fast. "We'll have to continue this later," he said, removing his hand. ----- This time, the priest didn't tease but went at her disrobement mechanically and with speed. He cut her pants off, still pricking her legs as he cut until he had each leg opened to the waist. He paused then, and let her stew, going over to take another drink of water. Eden was two cuts from being almost naked from the waist down and his almost indifference to what he was doing to her was maddening. Gunther set the cup down, then slice, slice, her favorite leather pants were tossed in a corner with her boots, like the trash they were.. The priest gave a chuckle, shaking his head "In my time..." he said, looking at her. "A young woman had some modesty." Eden wore a pair of those sexy boy shorts so many woman wore now. In truth it was her first pair, recently bought. Dark blue and almost sheer. Eden's Nightmare Ch. 02 He took the back of the knife and slide it between her legs. Eden froze. He pressed the steel upward and Eden felt it press against her sex. Gunter gave it a side to side wiggle until it wormed its way between the lips of her pussy, under the thin fabric. Gunther moved the blade slowly back and forth, rubbing her with it's hardness. Eden moaned at the touch and could feel an orgasm fast approaching, then he was gone. Eden screamed and cursed the priest. He just smiled "It's not that time," Gunther said. "Now is the time of pain." He cut her hard, running the sharp edge down her chest along the ribs. Blood flowed at the cut. The smell was overwhelming, and her fangs finally dropped. She snapped and snapped at the priest, fighting her bonds. Eden would have ripped his throat out had she been able too. He back handed her face hard. So hard she saw stars and almost passed out. While she hung there limp, he ran a finger across the cuts, wetting it with blood then in a quick evil movement, smeared the blood across her lips. Eden regained full consciousness with the bright smell of fresh blood streaming into her brain. She moaned and licked at her red lips in eager yearning. "Time we whipped a bit of that sass out of you." Gunther said. He wrapped his fingers into her butchered blouse and with a jerk, stripped her of that too. She hung there then in just her bra and panties. "Yes," he smiled. "Time for the whip." Shaking her head, she trying to regain some measure of control. The blood on her lips was maddening though. After all the tease and minor pain, without any real relief, her nerves were firing like rockets. It just rolled out of her. Eden screamed at the top of her lungs in pure frustration! She jerked and fought her bonds, cursing the priest and the Church and the Houses and anyone she could think of remotely involved in the situation. She cursed herself, she cursed Aireanna, who was at the root of her perdiciment. She struggled and cursed for several minutes until finally she collapsed, shaking with anger and lust. The priest just stood there smiling at her tantrum. "If you are finished?" he asked. Eden just glared at him, breathing hard. He chuckled and shook his head. "Shall we get started, then?" He picked up the big flogger and the smaller coiled up whip. "Do you have a preference, Fraulein?" "What?" she gasped. "Which one would you like me to use on you first?" "I have a choice?" she asked. Eden straightened. "You want me to pick..." "Yes, please." Gunther said. He set both down. "Most Inquisitioners wouldn't give you the option, but fair is fair, considering your situation." He walked around to stand before her. "Have you never been whipped?" he asked. Eden slowly shook her head. "Oh, that's what Mistress Seaside meant..." The priest laughed. "She said I might find this assignment particularly fun." Eden silently cursed Aireanna and her humor. Gunther stood there looking at her near naked form for several moments, almost in thought it seemed to Eden. She had a tiny sliver of hope, looking at his face, that she would actually survive the night. This one had a sense of humor and would that be to her advantage or not? "I will explain then," he finally said, clearly coming to a decision. "The flogger hits a bigger area of your body." He reached behind him, picking up the mass of leather. "The many strands spank in a wide hard blow." He swung it slowly back and forth. "It can be like the punches to your back I gave you earlier were. Hard and intense." He set it down and picked up the smaller whip. "The single tail," he snapped it forward, uncoiling it's length. "You will call to God when I use this on you." He gave it a flick and it cracked like an old time bull whip! "It tends to wrap around your body and the pain is sharply focused since the area it strikes is so small." He rolled it back up. "It also has a habit of breaking the skin so it can be a bit bloody." He gestured behind the table. "I also have a riding crop, a paddle and several thin birch canes." He crossed his arms. "Canes are like the single tail, they strike a smaller area and usually they break the skin." He seemed to consider it. "Riding crops are nice for the beginner, though I will warn you, your bottom will be quite red once I use it on you. The paddle, well you understand that, I assume." He gave a small nod. "So, which one?" he asked. Gunther smiled. "Which one shall I beat you with?" Eden's Nightmare Ch. 03 "So Fraulein," the priest asked. "Which one shall I whip you with?" Eden was really scared now. The immediacy of her situation frightened her like nothing had ever frightened her before and truth, she'd faced death several times these past hundred plus years of vampiric life. That Gunther was going to beat her, just to do the act, not to get information, not as revenge, not as anything remotely justifiable to what she had done to him was so alien to her experiences. He was really going to do it, she thought! "Fraulein?" "Ummm, you..." She hesitated, the coppery taste of her blood still on her lips. "You said the riding crop was a good...for a beginner..." She shivered, and not from the chill of the basement. Gunther smiled and stepped close. With one hand he caressed her cheek, where he'd slapped her earlier. "You can get through this," he whispered. "Be strong." Eden was again struck by how deep an arctic blue the priest's eyes were. Good eyes, she thought. Sexy eyes too. She wondered what they would be like staring into while he lay between her legs, his hard cock inside of her, about to fuck her. She closed her eyes and gave him the smallest of nods. He moved away. "We shall begin then..." he said. Eden hung there for several long moments, eyes closed, while she heard him rummaging around in the bags he'd brought. "Did you know that Council ordered me to record your Scourging on video?" Her eyes snapped open at that. "What the fuck!" she exclaimed, looking around the small basement for cameras. "Don't tell me those sick bastards are going to watch..." Gunther laughed loudly. "No, no, no." he said, kneeling behind the table. "I merely said they wanted me to." He stood holding a short black riding crop in his hand. "Not that I would." Eden sighed in relief. "A Scourging is a very personal experience." He slapped the tip of the riding crop in his other palm. "Not some sort of crude entertainment for the Masses." Gunther shook his head. "There were comments about wanting to make sure I did the job right." He frowned. "Luckily for them, there are some of the older members who still understand..." He was clearly angry. Funny, she had a flash just then, of Gunther clad in priestly black, staring down the entire Council. "There was a time in the Past when a man's Word was his Bond." Gunther almost growled. "When Honor meant something." He swung the riding crop through the air hard. "This current generation, they don't believe a thing without seeing it with their own eyes. Fraulein Renauldi and her bunch..." He walked to her side. "I do believe they wanted to make you the next Internet porn star." "Fucking bitch," Eden muttered. "A fitting term for that one, though it may insult dogs." Gunther smiled. "As I suggested, you would do well to get revenge on that one quickly." "Yeah, I'm going to have to think of a suitable...Owwww!" Eden yelped! While she had been distracted by what the priest had been saying, he'd gotten into position where he could give her ass a spank with the crop. The blow had surprised her, more than hurt. She still had her panties on but the thin fabric didn't offer any protection. Gunther smiled at her reaction. "You've really never been spanked before?" he asked. Eden, face red from embarrassment, shook her head no. "I feel somewhat..." He shook his head, chuckling. "I'm not sure what." He slide the leather tip across her ass softly. "I feel almost used." Gunther pulled the crop back, then hit her on the ass. Eden winched. "Like hiring a skilled brain surgeon to remove a splinter." He hit her ass again. "Overqualified for the task," he muttered. Eden felt anger herself for a moment, at the implied insult that she wasn't worth his time but then he spanked her again and she was focused on more immediate concerns. If the priest felt the job he was doing was beneath him, it didn't show in the way he did it. The blows stung but not so badly as to be unbearable. Painful sure, but Eden almost wondered what the fuss was all about. Slowly Gunther spanked her, working his way across her buttocks. As he did, Eden found her breathing getting deeper and deeper, almost in anticipation to each blow. Minutes went by as the priest spanked her, and Eden could feel her ass getting warmer and warmer with each blow. Soon her whole ass was glowing. It was almost pleasant she thought. It stung, yes and hurt but not terribly like his earlier punches. The sensation worked it's way around her hips and soon Eden felt a strange tingling in her crotch. Damned, she thought, I'm getting turned on by this! The pain got greater as the flesh became sensitive to the blows. Yet the pain only made the pleasure better. Eden closed her eyes and sighed. Her clit was a stiff point rubbing against the silk of her panties. It was almost enough sensation but not quite. When Gunther's next blow struck her, she pushed her ass back against the strike. She moaned at the pain and pleasure the harder blow caused. If that felt good, what he did next nearly made her cum. Gunther stopped spanking her. She wiggled at the lack until she felt his hand on her ass. Eden gasped, for as warm as her ass had felt, to feel his hand slowly stroke her buttocks, it felt to her like a hot fur covered glove caressing her flesh. She pushed herself back against his touch, breathing in great gasps. "Please..." she whispered. Eden felt then his other hand, slide itself along her ribs and then to her front. His hand cupped her left breast at the bottom and softly squeezed it through her bra. She moaned. Her breasts had been so far untouched and now that he lightly felt them, Eden's body shivered. Gunther let his hand reach upward and grazed lightly across her bra. Her nipples were stiff hard points pressing against the silk. When his fingers touched them Eden shook all over. "Please..." she whispered again. The bra had a front clasp, and Gunther with quick deft movements opened it. The cool basement air on her flesh just added to her excitement. "You vampires..." he said softly, his breath in her ear almost a caress. "Such sluts." One of his fingers touched her left nipple. He slowly moved it around in a circle, stroking it. The finger was rough and callused, yet Eden had never felt anything so enjoyable as him stroking her then. Her whole body quiver on the razor's edge of a orgasm, one she just knew would shake her to the core. Then he was gone. Eden nearly collapsed, hanging from the bonds around her wrists. She gasped, her body limp, nearly weeping at the desire she felt. Eden would have sold the soul she no longer had, if Gunther would have only let her cum then. She heard him over at the table, doing something. Eden moaned, her legs quivering at having yet again been taken to the edge of pleasure and denied. She tried to wiggle her thighs back and forth, tried to cross over the edge herself and finally cum but she couldn't. The way she was spread and bound prevented her. The forceful blow surprised her out of her lust. Gunther reached back and hit her with the flogger a second time. Both blows had been across her lower chest and the priest had been right in his description, they were like solid blows of a fist, pushing the breath from her. Worse, the many strands stung her skin like fire. His third blow took her across her naked breasts. Eden screamed! He hit her there three more times before he paused. "Did you think it was all tease?" Gunther asked, swinging the flogger slowly. This time the strands of leather hit her belly, at the waist band of her panties. Most above, but some licked across the top of her sex. Eden's body jerked. She tried to turn away but the priest hit her there again. And again. He kept at his work, striking the front of her body from silk covered crotch to naked heaving breasts. And unlike the touch of the riding crop, the glow she felt as her skin was whipped was not a pleasant thing. No rosy glow to incite desire. Minutes passed as he beat her, then he slowly began working his way around to her back. When he got to where the pole was in the way, he concentrated on her legs. Leaning in, he hit the tops of her thighs. Sometimes the strands would kiss the tender flesh of the inside of her leg, and once the tips caught her right at the top, stinging the flesh near her sex. That brought a scream and another pause. Her chest heaved as she tried to breath. Even though the basement was chilly, sweat dripped from her skin. The pause made her shiver. Gunther was behind her and she couldn't see him. She could hear him though slowly panting from his exertion. The pause dragged on and on, and waiting became it's own form of torture. "Shall we continue?" Gunther finally whispered. Eden closed her eyes, waiting for the blows. She didn't have long to wait. His first blow was across her back and he worked his way up. One blow caught her under the upheld arm and licked forward. Eden moaned as he did it again, this time further. Several strands touched the side of her breast. He shifted to the other side and did the same there. Then he shifted his aim and hit her ass. Eden screamed again. He gave her just a couple of spanks before moving lower to strike her legs from behind now. First the left leg then the right. Soon Eden was hoping from one foot to the other, the pain of the blow making the leg struck unable to support her weight. Then he was back to her ass. The earlier pain from the riding crop had faded but her ass was still sensitive. The blow of the flogger hurt like bloody hell. Gunther kept at it, hitting her over and over across the ass. It was too much for the fabric of her panties. They ripped, baring the red abused flesh to the chill air. Another pause. Eden hung there, much of her weight on her wrists, for the repeated blows to her legs had them cramping and unable to bear her. She heard him walking back to the table but she was so exhausted she couldn't look up to see what he was doing. Pain exploded across her mind. She screamed! Pain struck her again with a crack. Eden pushed her head up through sheer force of will. The priest stood there, now holding the long thin whip. He flicked it back and then struck her with it. The leather wrapped itself around her body and the tip hit her stomach. The pain was incredible. She'd been burnt once in a fire and this was all that and more. Sharp and focused where the whip touched. Worse, she clearly felt the burning sensation as it opened her skin. Blood began to drip from the blows and scent the air with coppery promise. Gunther struck her again. She screamed! All thoughts of pleasure were gone as Eden tried to do anything she could to get away from the kiss of that whip. She pulled at her bonds, straining with all her might, trying to get free. The priest hit her again. Eden jerked and jerked. He hit her yet again. Eden jerked and jerked, each time pain forcing her body to recoil. He hit her once more. "Oh please God!" she sobbed. "Stop, please, stop..." Gunther walked up to her hanging form, smiling. "I said you'd call to God when I used this on you." "Please," Eden gasped. "Don't..." He looked at his watch. "There is not much time left for this session," he said. "If you can hold out for a bit longer, then..." Eden understood the promise. Could she endure Hell for the pleasure of Heaven? "You have 10 seconds to decide." She was gasping, the pain of that whip still etched starkly across her mind. Could she endure more of that horrible pain? Did she have a choice? "Now Fraulein!" he ordered. Eden barely nodded, accepting the deal. Gunther smiled and flicked the whip back in preparation. When the leather touched her flesh, Eden screamed! ----- She hung unmoving from the shackles around her wrists. It had seemed like an eternity of pain, yet now that her mind had a rest, it had probably not been more than five minutes. Still she was so drained she couldn't stand. Blood dripped from dozens of cuts, streaking her sweaty form in red. Some of which were on her naked breasts. The priest hadn't restricted his blows to just her lower body. A few had been across her freshly spanked ass. She'd screamed her throat raw at those strikes. Many of them had hit her across the back and then the chest. Her flesh was flayed open at the repeated blows. Here and there bone actually showed, where multiple strikes had cut her deep to the ribs. Those wounds slowly closed, her natural ability to heal repairing the damage. What it could not do was heal the scars on her mind. Eden had just gone through the worst thing she'd ever experienced, and yet, the night was not done. The priest still had several hours to work his worst on her before it would end. She understood then why he'd said she had the option to end it with the knife. The pain of the beating coursed in waves and waves across her bound hanging body. Eden felt gentle hands on her neck as Gunther helped her raise her head. "Drink," he said. She expected water but was surprised. The cup he put to her lips held blood. Warm sweet succulent blood! Not much though. Eden greedily gulped the small amount down. It fired the demon in her body and set her flesh to tingling. She sighed, the pain of the whipping and the pleasure of the blood washing over her. She licked at her lips, savoring the taste and wanting more. Sweet and thick though there was something different about it. "Now then, Fraulein," Gunther asked. "I made you a promise, didn't I?" Eden looked up. The priest was standing near the table, slowly stroking his arm below the rolled up sleeve. There was a fresh cut on it, that quickly closed. Eden realized then, that the blood he had given her to drink, had been his own. "I promised you pleasure, didn't I?" he asked. He walked over to stand before her. "Would you finally like to cum?" he asked. She gave a soft gasp, as his hand caressed her stomach below her breasts. His touch on her open wounds, now closing, set electric shocks through her flesh. He leaned in until his mouth was right next to her ear. "Would you?" he whispered. Eden sighed. With first one hand then the other, Gunther softly caressed her beaten flesh. Slowly the wounds closed, the blood stopped dripping, the fiery pain she felt ebbed, and turned into pleasure. She gave a gasp when his hand touched her breast. He took them in his hands, the fingers stroking her lightly, until they found her nipples. Nipples stiff and hard. Gunther leaned down and blew his breath across them. The warm air was like a lover's kiss. Taking one hand, he slid it then slowly down her shaking form. A bound and shaking form. Eden pulled against her bonds urging him to go faster but he didn't. Her fangs dropped from the roof of her mouth and even that small pain was a joy. Down, down his hand slid until she could feel its heat almost touching her sex. Then it was. Eden moaned. Gunther let his finger press against her, like the knife had earlier. He pressed upward, and the lips of her sex opened, wrapping themselves around his finger through the silk. He moved that finger back and forth, lightly touching her. Slowly he pressed upward, slowly he stroked her. Eden's body shook at the feather light touch and then she felt it, her orgasm, long denied, long teased to almost, almost there, rolled up from inside her tortured body. "Cum for me, Eden," he whispered. She screamed in joy, wept in pleasure, and finally...Eden came!