4 comments/ 30897 views/ 3 favorites Tales in Slavery Ch. 02 By: inka Author's note: I would like to thank my editor, Talynnda, for all of her patience, and her great advice. ~~~~~~~~~ The other slave and I were washed hastily, then loaded into a charcoal minivan and bound to the plush seats. I was relieved to have something beside cement under my bottom. As we moved out onto the night-time streets, the slave beside me giggled, her emerald eyes flashing with joy that I could not fathom. "Things will be so much better for us, from now on." She told me, flashing an off-white smile. "You'll see." I shook my head slowly. "You can't judge what your master will be like at a sale." I told her quietly. "If I were you, I would simply feel privileged that he gave you any form of pleasure. It may be the last you ever get." She gave an irritated grunt and turned to look out the heavily tinted window. "For both our sakes, I hope you're wrong." She muttered as she watched the bleak scenery pass. I looked toward the front of the minivan. I could see the back of our new master's head, as he drove us toward what I prayed to be my final home. He reached with his long, pianist-like fingers and turned on the radio, filling the van with classical music. "Mozart is good for the soul," he called quietly over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the lightly trafficked street. "We have some distance to travel. You two would do well to get some rest." I sighed, trying to get comfortable with my arms and legs bound tightly to the framework of the bench seat. I knew from masters past that being advised to sleep usually meant that the coming trials would be similar to running a marathon. Before closing my eyes I looked once more at the other slave girl, her forehead rested against the window her button nose pressed hard against the glass, almost defiant to the suggestive order from our new master. I thought that I knew why she had been abandoned at the death-sale. I Quickly judged that it would not be long before she was painfully retired, or found herself at another auction. With a shake of my head I shut my eyes, and forced myself into a dreamless sleep. I was jolted awake as the van's side door slid open, I felt rested and guessed that I had been asleep for at least three hours. I turned my head, not wanting to directly watch my master. To my left the other slave still slept, her blonde waves pillowing her from the chilled glass. I watched from the corner of my eyes as my master stepped into the van, and knelt to unbind my ankles. "She's a heavy sleeper," he whispered, nodding slightly to the girl. "Yes, lord." I muttered, keeping my head low and my eyes averted. I could see that as his hands worked to free my legs he was evaluating my features. In my mind's eye I could picture what he was seeing; a ratted mess of scissor hacked black hair, nearly translucent heavily scarred and filth-stained skin, and dark brown slightly slanted eyes. My right leg was released, his hands moved to my left, moving softly over my calf. "Perhaps, while she rests, we'll get you cleaned up, and play some. I rarely make a purchase without testing. But that creature fouled you before I could get a taste." He untethered my ankle and was once more running his hands over my thin legs. A frozen chill ignited every nerve as I hung my head in guilt, taking the other vampire's actions as my own. "Forgive me, lord." I whimpered, chastised. His hand moved quickly at my face. I tensed, bracing for the slap I knew could easily break my neck. His palm touched my check, not with a jarring blow but to gently force my gaze to his. He cupped my chin in his hand as I looked into his eyes. His irises were incredibly dark grey pools of warmth, and I wanted nothing more than to drown in them. He clicked his tongue against his teeth scolding me; the words that followed were edged with anger. "You will not let that creature's actions mar your own. I can only imagine what has caused you to become this broken thing, but I intend to make you whole again." Without moving my face, I dropped my eyes, my thoughts turning bitter. Yes, whole, before you tear me apart for your pleasure. "Yes, my lord, I long to be whole for you," I whispered slavishly as he released my chin. He shook his head disappointed, as his hands moved quickly to unshackle my wrists. I lowered my eyes debating if it was my words that has dissatisfied him, or if he had somehow heard my thoughts. He urged me to stand, and then led me out of the van and quickly through a near barren two-car garage. We stepped through the doorway and into a lavishly furnished house. I couldn't keep from taking a long awe-stuck look. The kitchen was exquisite, and to my surprise was full of fine culinary tools. The hardwood flooring was the deepest merlot cherry-wood. The two-tone walls varied between barren tundra and pale cress green. The windows were flung open to the cool night breeze. We moved through the kitchen and the matching dinning area, a traditional walnut table for six dominating the comfortable room, and into the living room. Reproductions of Monet's landscapes hung on fog colored walls. Three deeply cushioned toffee colored couches were centered around a low walnut coffee table. And seated calmly on one of those couches sat a man dressed only in a pair of cerulean swimming shorts. He stood, as my master released his gently grasp on my arm, and approached. "Julien, sir," He spoke softly, lowing his head in greeting. "I'm pleased to see you have returned so soon, I was worried I would get lonely being the alone in this house." Another slave? I wondered silently. No he can't be. No master would leave a slave untethered in a house alone. My master turned and shot me a sorrowful look, his slate eyes telling me to silence those thoughts. He then turned to smile and nod a greeting at the man. "And I do hope that you have not been swimming and have stained my leather couch." He laughed dismissively, and watched as the other man looked me over with approving eyes. I met the other man's eyes daringly. If this was another slave, I doubted I would be punished for looking at him so openly. He's eyes matched his shorts perfectly, I noticed as his gaze made a slow journey down my malnourished frame. I looked hard at his bare shoulders and neck, almost shocked to see the tiny white scars of old feedings. He shook his head sadly, his eyes slowly leaving my tiny breasts and erect nipples. "She looks half-starved," he muttered, his deep voice sorrowful, looking back at my master. "Yes, but I trust with your cooking you can have her back to an appropriate weight in a few weeks." Master smiled, as the other man seemed to radiate under the compliment. "You should make something wonderful for her, while I get her cleaned up." "It will be wonderful to cook for more than one," the other man said, as he sped to the kitchen. "Oh, Cid, I nearly forgot," master laughed. "While you are making your feast, check on the other one still sleeping in the van, occasionally. She is bound, so just a glance in from time-to-time should do, until I have a chance to get her moved inside." Cid's icy blue eyes lit-up with joy. "You brought home two!" Finishing dancing a short jig, he rushed at my master and gave him a great hug. His rippling muscles flexed incredibly as he embraced the master. Master returned the hug, running his long fingers through Cid's short sorrel hair, then pushed him away gently. "Go cook, we have a lot of time." Cid turned and almost skipped into the kitchen, and soon I could hear the clatter of pots and pans. Turning his attention back to me, still beaming, my master put a guiding hand at my elbow. "Let's get you to cleaned up." I nodded, fighting the cramps as fear began pitting in my bowels. In the five years of slavery, I had never been treated so kindly by a new master. We moved through the hallway, the long walls littered with more fine reproductions of artists that I could not identify. The many closed doors drew my attention, and I found myself listening for sounds of life behind then. I took a deep breath trying to catch the odor of decay. There was nothing, silence and fresh melon or peach scents of candles or potpourri. He stopped us outside of one of the seven closed doors. He nudged me gently, and I reached forward turning the handle. As the door swung open it revealed a large bathroom. A deep jacuzzi bath and a separate glass-walled double headed shower dominated the rear of the the room. I made a quick note of the toilet, but paid little attention to the stand alone sink, or the mirror above it. As a slave, I had no need for vanity. Opposite the sink was a built-in towel closet. "I will leave you to bathe," Master said, as I stepped into the room. He flipped on the over-head light. He looked me over again, obviously scrutinizing my ragged and un-kept condition, then removed the thick collar from around my neck. "I would like you to shave. It appears that your previous owner had no care for proper grooming." He opened the towel-closet and removed a disposable razor. He sat it on the edge of the bath, before turning and walking further up the hallway and into a room. I filled the large tub, and cleaned myself mechanically. I washed my foul mid-back length onyx hair, rinsing out the grime under the running faucet. I used my fingers, dipping them into my defiled and still sore hole, to scoop the remains of creature's seed into the tub. Then unrestricted, I scrubbed myself until my skin felt bruised, but almost clean. Finally, I took up the razor, and removed every unwanted hair from below my neck. I drained the tub, watching the polluted water disappear. Then I filled the tub again, with nearly scalding hot water. I throughly washed myself again and leaned back to enjoy the extreme warmth as it softened my skin. I wanted to be perfect for my master. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine what he could possibly have in mind for me. His talk of making me 'whole' again had me baffled. What did it matter if I had no hope, as long as my heart still pumped to sate his hunger I was serving my purpose. I was a slave, a mere blood doll, and my mental state had no part of that. My reason for living was to die in his clutches. I slowly opened my eyes, and jumped when I saw my master seated silently on the floor beside the tub, his face only a few inches from mine. He wore a disappointed frown again, and again I questioned silently if he had been witness to my thoughts, or worse, that even clean I was undesirable to him. He laughed then, confirming that he could indeed hear my thoughts. "I found you desirable even when you had several months worth of grime on you, and seeing you clean could take my breath away. Your thoughts trouble me, but I understand you being unsettled." He sighed, standing slowly. "I would like you to get settled into our routine here before we start picking at your brain too much." He turned and pulled a plush dark green towel from the closet and held it open for me. I pulled the drain on the tub and stood, then quickly stepped into the open towel. Master wrapped it around me, and began to towel me off. Still patting me dry, he urged me out of the bathroom. We walked briskly down the hall, and through the door at the end of the long hall. Once we were inside, my master let the towel drop to the floor, and began running his long fingers delicately over my heated skin. "You will not yield to me." He ordered me softly, as he began touching my face. "I wish to look you over, but I do not wish you bare your vein, or to spread your legs." His fingers moved slowly across my cheeks and then down my neck. He gently probed my throat and shoulders, his touch lingering on the scars that totally disfigured my sun-starved skin. "You've been a slave to my kind for a long time." He said, as his fingers moved over my arms, and he took up my wrist, again to see the scars that covered my arms. I gasped as he moved to fondle my breasts. As he cupped my tiny boobs, I hung my head knowing that I was incapable, even well-fed of filling those large hands. He pinched my nipples, skillfully taunting them erect, then leaning close to inspect the old wounds there as well. "You've had it rough, haven't you. None of your past owners ever cared about the hurt they inflicted." He spoke quietly. I was unsure if he was actually speaking to me, or just musing aloud, so I held my tongue. He dropped to his knees, looking over my concave stomach, and at the freshly shaved junction between my legs. His hands brushed over my sharply defined hips, looking up at me and shaking his head 'no', as I shifted my weight to open my legs further for him. He reached up and gently touched my mound, his thumb moving past my clit, and between my neither lips, feeling the damage there as well. He glanced around at my rump, but didn't linger, I knew it wasn't impressive. He began to work his thumb back and forth teasing my clit, as he looked over my legs. He dropped his hand, standing to look back at my face. "If you would, lay down in the middle of the bed," he suggested. He nodded to the only furnishing in the room, a California king with nothing but black flannel sheets coving it. I hurried to comply with his suggestive order. I lay down on my back, my feet together, and my arms at my sides waiting for his next move. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see what he did next, as past experience told me this was there things got painful. I heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper as he stripped, and my skin tingled as it puckered with goose bumps waiting for what would happen next. I felt the bed shift as he joined me, his hands again dancing over my sensitive flesh. "I want you to relax," he advised. "I have no intention of hurting you, or actually feeding. I want to show you human pleasure, before considering my own." I opened my eyes, distrustful of his words. "I want you to bend to me when you are ready," his stone eyes searched mine, to be sure I understood. I looked away from him and nodded my head. I felt so unsuitable to this vampire. He wanted me to be something that had been stripped away, and that I believed I could never be again. Closing my eyes, I bit at the tender flesh of my lip to keep from begging him to rip into me, and to take me as I believed I should be possessed. To rape me and then leave me to wallow in desolation. He touched my forehead with his lips, a long sigh escaping him. I looked up at him and saw sadness in his steel eyes. He slid down so he was resting on his left elbow, his eyes level with my throat. "That isn't what I want to do, but maybe that is the only way we can piece you back together. I thought that if I showed you bliss, you would see. You have been separated from real pleasure for so long that it seems unobtainable." He fell into silence, his eyes roaming across the small plain of my body. With a sigh, my master leaned forward, his mouth quickly enveloping my right nipple. I let my eyes fall closed again, ready for any onslaught from his teeth. His tongue began working tiny miracles over the damaged and desensitized flesh. I felt warmth spreading across my chest, and down between my legs. He would occasionally nip as his tongue continued gently innervating my pert nub. He shifted his weight, and released my tingling nipple, covering the now responsive flesh with his cold hand. He nuzzled my neck, sending chills down my spine. My toes curled as he breathed across my shoulder, sending currents of warmth across my throat. I shuddered, my hands curling repeatedly into fists. I was torn between falling into the rapturous caresses and anticipating the torment I was sure he would inflict at any moment. My right nipple ached deliciously under his long-fingered attention. My left nipple stood cold and erect as if it were jealous of the other. And the fire that had ignited between my slightly spread legs was something I had never experienced. He moved away from my throat to cover my left nipple in his wet mouth. I breathed hard as he pushed the nipple across his fang with his tongue, then began suckling earnestly. His hand still covered my right breast, squeezing the tiny orb, then grasping only the nipple to twist it between his fingers. Unable to refrain, I moaned aloud, arching my back to push more of my tit into his mouth. I was rewarded with more feather-soft biting, and more of the heavenly mouth and hand massages. I was beginning to understand how the other slave felt when our master had taken her at the sale. I let my legs move further apart as I felt wetness seeping between them. My master had taken notice of my softening as well. Circling my areola with his tongue a final time, he moved back to my neck. Still moaning and without thought, I turned my head, baring my vein to him. His tongue felt fiery against the delicate flesh. He licked a slow trail from just behind my ear, to just above the vein that I had been taught to offer. I felt his lips curl into a smile. "See, this isn't so bad, is it?" He whispered, as he bit down directly over the vein, but did not puncture the skin. I tensed feeling his fangs indent my flesh, ready for the pain of his attack. But he quickly returned to kissing, and I quickly relaxed, forgetting that he had threatened to tear my throat open. His hand snaked down to play gently between my spread legs. I responded to his light touch by spreading my legs even further, and thrusting against his probing fingers. He brushed against my hole, and I pushed against him, urging him to enter me. My master pulled his hand away, and moved up over my clit. Centering his thumb over the button, he rubbed it in deliberately slow circles. Coaxing louder moans from me, he slipped his middle finger down between my swollen labia. At his first touch I could feel waves of heat began pulsing deep inside. With in a few moments, I shuttered as the first orgasm I could remember rippled through my pussy, and quickly encompassed my entire being. He fucked me slowly, driving two fingers into the center of my inferno, drawing the climax out, and wringing a series of pleasure driven whimpers and cries from me. As the orgasm subsided, he pulled his hand away, sitting up to look down at my flushed face. "I'll stop if you want me to." He whispered. I shook my head 'no', my lips forming the words but lacking the breath to speak them. With a hungry smile, he quickly gave my pussy several light quick slaps, the heel of his palm connecting soundly with my clit, warming me for another release. He moved down between my legs, burying his mouth in my honey-coated slit. As his tongue lapped at my wetness, I convulsed in another wave of pleasure. He jabbed under my hood, spearing at the top of my engorged clit. I lifted my knees and opened wider to better receive his attentions. I was quickly losing myself to the ecstasy of his kisses. My hands had knotted themselves in the bedsheets, as I arched and thrust against my master's touches. As his tongue and lips assaulted my clit, he pushed three long fingers into me, his thumb just brushing the tight bud of my ass. I whimpered, grinding my hips against his face and fingers. My abdomen was knotting as a world shattering climax began to form. "Please..." I begged, struggling to say more, willing him with the erratic jerking of my hips to continue. "...Harder." He raised his head, meeting my eyes and smiling, my moisture clinging to his lips and cheeks. Fingers buried deep in my hole, he rotated his hand. I gasped, as his knuckles ground over the spasming muscles. His thumb coming back to my clit prepared to wring out a screamer. I tore my eyes from his, tossing my head wildly, as his thumb moved in ever quickening circles over my nub. I felt the first mind-blowing wave start deep inside, followed immediately by a second an a third. I clenched my jaw, the scream muffled behind my lips. Tales in Slavery Ch. 02 As the fourth intense wave crashed over my body, my master dove between my legs, plunging his razor-sharp fangs into my puffed and throbbing lips, finally taking his pleasure from me. I drew a shallow breath and screamed, the ravenous pleasure driving me to the brink. My world fluttered at the edges of my vision, as I lay impaled on his fingers dancing slowly in my pussy, his mouth seducing the blood from my veins. The orgasm began to die down, and I relaxed. His gentle feeding felt extraordinary, I had never imagined being fed from could be so astonishing . I had begun to drift to sleep, moaning softly, when he finally pulled away, licking the tiny wounds almost totally from my skin. "Maybe you aren't as broken as I had feared." He said wiping a tiny trace of blood from his lips. I smiled lazily up at him, as he stood. "If you aren't too worn out, I'm sure that Cid would enjoy your company in the dining room. I can only guess when you last ate a decent meal." I nodded, and as if on cue my stomach growled loudly. Smiling, I sat up slowly, and with my master's help staggered out to dining room. A cup of steaming herbal tea waited on the table, as I sat in one of the carved walnut chairs. I took a sip of the tea, as my master walked into the kitchen, I guessed to retrieve the other girl still bound in the van. Within a minute, Cid walked out from the kitchen carrying a heaping plate of lemon chicken, garlic potatoes, and butter drenched green beans. As Cid sat the plate down in front of me, the hungry look in his sky blue eyes, and the bulge in his swimming shorts told me that he wasn't interested in eating chicken. Tales in Slavery Ch. 03 Cid smiled as he turned on his heels to retrieve his plate of chicken from the kitchen. I heard my Master and Cid speaking quietly in the kitchen. A few moments later Master passed back though the dining room, the still sleeping slave cradled in his arms. My Master smiled almost lovingly at me, pausing mid-stride as I took a bite of the incredibly tender chicken. With an affectionate look at me he took the sleeping slave back to a room. Cid sat down across from me, and began to eat the feast he had prepared for us. He did not look at his food, but stared directly at me as I ate slowly. His sky-colored eyes no longer admired my naked form, but devoured it. He reached down and adjusted himself as he cleaned the last of the garlic potatoes from his plate. I kept my head down and focused on eating the best meal I'd had in several years. I was worrying over what this other slave could possibly have in mind after I'd finished eating. Cid stood as I finished the last delicious bite, and quickly removed the empty plates. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, as he hurried to the kitchen to deposit the plate into the sink. He was back in a few seconds, standing behind me, and smiled wolfishly. "Care to play?" He asked, as he reached down and pinched my nipple. "Honestly, no," I said looking up at him, and brushing his hand away. My body was still humming with tiny aftershocks caused by master's attention. "I'd rather get some sleep. I'm exhausted." In my many years as a slave, I'd never been able to submit to other slaves as I could my masters. Although, often the other slaves only wanted a playmate, I was rarely willing to join in the fun. Cid pulled at my nipple even harder, causing me to wince. "Our Master won't see us to our beds until sunrise. We have a few hours before he's finished with the other slave." He pulled his shorts off, as his chiseled featured softened into a child-like pout. "If you won't play willingly..." The threat trailed off, as he wrapped his arms around my petite form, then lifted me out of my chair. I growled, the restraint I held toward the vampires gone. I punched over my shoulder at his head. I connected a few times, but I couldn't keep Cid from taking me to the floor. I landed hard on my elbows and knees, with Cid's weight on top of me. "Get off of me." I grunted, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Pinning me under his weight, his heated hands traveled around my skeletal ribcage, and down to roughly cup my tiny tits. His fingers roughly fondled my nipples, as I fought beneath him. He slid off my back, and knelt behind me, the length of his cock brushing past my tender pussy, jumping once to tap my belly just below my navel. I dropped to my elbows, and reached back to touch his dick with my hand. I stroked it once gently, then grabbed it, and pulled it with all of my might, as if trying to uproot it. Cid yelped, and quickly pulled his wounded member out of my reach. "You bitch," he hissed, releasing my tits, and grabbing up a handful of my black hair. With his hand tangled in my hair he bounced my face into the hard wood floor. I felt myself crumpling, and my world went dark. I neither saw nor felt anything for a long while after. I awoke to a gentle swinging. I opened my eyes to obscurity, and pressure against my cheeks and forehead. I could only assume that I had been blindfolded. My arms were bound tightly behind my back. I felt an insufficiently padded band or strap behind my neck, another mid-back, and one more just above my unshapely butt. My legs were almost completely numb below my knees, and spread up and painfully open. I turned my head from side to side a little, restricted by the strap supporting my neck. I grimaced as I flexed my toes, and was rewarded with a thunderbolt of pain momentarily surfacing though sea of sleep in my legs. I whimpered, unsure if this was my Master's doing, or Cid's. "Oh you're awake," Cid said from somewhere past my utterly exposed pussy and ass. "Are you enjoying the swing? Julien told me to enjoy myself with you, but I don't think he expected you to resist me." He laughed, voice sounding closer. I shuddered, trying hopelessly to bring my legs together. Cid just laughed more. "You wont get out of that, trust me. Master made this for me, when he wanted total control over me." He'd moved closer, and was above my head. His hands gently stroking my cheeks and lips. "I could make a few adjustments, and your head would be bent so far back you would think your neck would break. Then I could fuck your mouth...." He fell into silence, as if actually considering. "...and you couldn't begin to fight it." He moved to my left side, his hands encasing my tits once more. "I could clamp these," he pinched my nipples hard for emphasis. "And pull them so far up, you would beg me to release them, or to cut them off. Or..." He moved down until he was between my outstretched legs. "I could pull these open," his fingers grasped and pulled at my puffy lips, "until you screamed. Then I could probe you without those lips getting in my way." He tugged my inner labia and continued to pull them further apart. As he pulled my lips wider, and I could feel that my hole had begun to open as well, letting a few drops of wetness escape. I heard Cid gasp, and then felt heated breath on my sex. "You're enjoying this!" His tongue snaked out to lick the few drops of moisture away. I couldn't help the smile, nor could I help that being totally bound had always made whatever I endured a little easier, if not oddly enjoyable. I found myself relaxing, finding some form of comfort in being helpless. "Do what you need to do, master Cid," my voice heavy with sarcasm as I called him 'master'. "I am, for the moment, yours for the taking." As if he had been waiting for me to give him permission, he slammed two fingers into my lightly lubricated pussy. I winced as he pulled back and quickly shoved another dry finger into my snatch, causing me to lose the slight wetness. He clumsily rooted around my hole, his thick fingers stretching me wide. He fucked me with his fingers, burying them so deeply that his knuckles ground into my clit every time he bottomed out I wasn't the first time I'd been fucked dry, but I knew that if he added another finger to my now dry cunt I would tear. He slid three fingers in and out of my snatch, the dry friction causing me to heat up. I squirmed trying to will myself to created more moisture to lubricate my pussy, and his fingers. But my cunt seemed unwilling to make this rape easy. The steady thrusting of his fingers quickly began to feel like he was trying to rip me inside out. My inner walls had begun to stick to his fingers as he paused for a split second before he withdrew again. I bit my lip, to hold a cry back. Silently wishing he would change his tactics, or move on to something different altogether. I'd begun to burn, and knew that I couldn't endure this probing silently much longer. I was no longer so thankful that he hadn't added a fourth finger, the blood would make a wonderful temporary lubricant. "I thought that women were supposed to get wet when they got fucked," Cid said as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. His tongue took their place, and I sighed happily. He bathed my chafed entrance with his saliva. "Maybe this will help," he muttered as he licked sloppily. He tongued away most of the burning sensations, as he began pushing a finger against my ass-hole. I tensed and ground my teeth as his finger slipped slowly into my tight hole. Ass play of any kind usually left me huddling in a notional corner, the sensations so intense that they quickly became painful. I forced myself to relax the muscles that contracted around his finger, and tried to focus on the lashing my clit was receiving from his mouth. It was a short-lived distraction, he began pumping his finger in and out of my bud, and the stimulation to my clit only made the intrusion in my ass feel worse. I wanted him to finish; to stop messing around, pick a hole to shove his cock into, get off, then leave me alone. I unclenched my jaw and forced myself to speak, in my mind breaking a major rule. "Oh come on Cid, I want you to put that dick of yours in me," I forced a moaned, not so much of pleasure as from the pain as the finger picked up speed ramming my ass. "All of this is great foreplay, but I really want to get onto the fucking." Silence, the finger slowly slipped from my anus, and the tongue stopped working over my slit. I sat straining to hear anything that would tell me he was preparing to slam his dick into either of my holes. There was nothing. It was as if Cid had left me alone. I sat still swinging gently for a long while, the discomforts of the swing beginning to cause some serious pain. My legs and feet felt as if they had fallen off, my arms were tingling as the blood-flow to them also was being cut off. I sighed, and hoped that Cid wasn't going to leave me in the swing for the rest of the night. I was going to have enough trouble to make it to my bed as it was. Between my legs, my pussy throbbed, the abuse it had taken in the last night had been more than I had see in the previous month. My old Master had cast me aside, and cared little for anything but my blood. Finally I felt movement between my legs, but it wasn't Cid entering me. It was a flogger, and it fell hard on my exposed pussy. I jerked wildly in my restraints for a second, the shock and pain momentarily too much. "Don't get lippy, slave. There will be many times I will treat you as I feel Julien should." Cid growled, bringing the inch-wide flogger down on my slit again. "It's only a matter of time before he embraces me, and I truly become your master. Then you will see what real pain is." I jerked as each blow caused the nerves to explode in my swollen lips and exposed clit, but he wasn't hurting me as much as he thought he was. This was a tiny pain, a warm-up, from my past, for violations and tortures that would make his skin crawl, and haunt his dreams. Five years was a long time for a blood slave, most last one maybe two years, but I'd gotten lucky. He paused long enough to run his hand over my heated crotch, then quickly began whipping me again. I felt myself relaxing, I preferred this to having my ass prodded, and it was something that was not alien to me. I could sink through the pain, into some demented comfort zone. His beating wavered, as he paused again to feel the heat rising in sheets, then began swinging with a little more gusto, forcing me to grit my teeth. I knew that his arm was starting to tire, and that all I had to do was wait him out. He wanted me to make a noise, as all masters long for the whimper, or cry, or scream that tells them that they have proven their dominance over the slave. I wasn't about to give that to this mortal, he and I were equals in the scheme of things, and that was the way it was going to stay. He stepped closer, and I could feel his dick as it light brushed my wet slit. His attention focused on my chest, the flogger falling hard on my erect nipples. I shivered, the lashes not so painful as they were erotic to my deranged mind. I began to slowly manipulate the swaying of the swing, using my numb knees as best I could to bring my pussy closer to his dick. I wanted to be fucked, the light pain had excited me, and now I wanted release. I managed to impale myself a quarter of an inch the first good swing, and a little further the second time. The third time, Cid thrust into me, and I found myself in heaven for a few seconds. The pendulum of the swing pulling me away from him, then back into him. I contracted my muscles around his 6 inches, trying to hold onto his dick as I fell back away from him. As he fucked me, he didn't stop lashing my chest. He'd begun swinging hard with the flogger, and I could feel angry welts raising across my small breasts. The sting of the whip only added to my need for release. I orgasmed chewing the inside of my check to hold back a tyumpant cry, least he believe I was actually submitting to him. Tears pooled behind the blackness of the blindfold, as I felt tiny spasms in his cock, telling me he was preparing to fill me with his seed. He shuddered and slammed into me, his gushing cum coating the walls of my pussy. Then Cid froze, the flogger falling from his hand and landing hard on my stomach. I heard him whimper and then take a ragged breath. I felt him slumping against my bound legs, and then the tsk-tsking of Master. "This wasn't what I intended when I told you to enjoy her." Master's voice was soft, but edged with disappointment. Cid moved from between my legs, then I felt cold hands gently guiding my legs out of the stirrups that had held my legs apart for so long. Then he lifted me out of the swing, and pulled to blindfold from my eyes. He sat me on the floor quickly, slipping the arm restraints, and turning his attention to Cid. I opened my eyes slowly, weary of the intensity of the over-head light, ignoring the pins and needles starting in my arms, my legs were still deadened. My eyes focused just in time to watch Master slam Cid against the wall. Cid cried out as master forced his head to the side, brutally tearing into his vein. Cid's eyes were glazed with anguish, but his eyes somehow focused on me through the pain of master's bite. He offered a defeated smile, as tears over-flowed his eyes, and master released him. He dropped to the floor, limp, but not dead. "I'll finish with you tomorrow," master told Cid. "My new ones will get to witness what I made that swing for originally. Obviously you have begun to miss it." Leaving Cid, Master picked me up again, and carried me back out of the room with the swing, up two doors to the room at the end of the hallway, every step he took jarring a little more life into my limbs. He opened the door, then deposited me on the bed. I winced as he sat me on the bed, and he kissed my forehead quickly. "Sleep well, child." He whispered. "You will learn much tomorrow." "Master," I whispered, as he turned to walk away. He turned raising a sepia eyebrow. "I resisted him." I didn't want to be the cause of death of another, and although seemingly kind, my master was a killer. Master smiled, hearing my words as well as the thoughts. "Worry not child," he spoke softly, taking a step back toward the bed. "I have no intention of losing Cid to this. But I cannot let him abuse you." I nodded, as he sat on the bed. The movement intensified the waking pains of my limbs. I ignored the agony, waiting for Master to continue. Master sighed. "Cid and I had discussed what it would be like, if I visited another sale and picked up more humans." I frowned, he avoided using the word slave, and I didn't understand why. "We talked for many months establishing rules, and a long list of what we would not do to them. Cid, it appears, has forgotten most of that list. And as much as I hate to, I have to remind him that he must do as I tell him to." Again, I nodded, understanding at least part of what Master was saying. Master looked me over, and it seemed that he just noticed the criss-crossing of welts across my chest. He frowned, his cool hands quickly coving the flesh to examine the damage. Seeing that they were minor, his eyes traveled down to the angry red streaks rising from between my folds to just above my pubic bone. I heard his teeth grind as he clenched his jaw. "Lay back, please," he said, his jaw still clenching with anger. I lay back carefully, mindful of the shooting pains as I straightened my legs. I opened my legs, and with Master's help, got my knees lifted so he could look at the superficial damage of the whip. His cool hands again touched my warmed and sore sex, and I didn't hold back the moan this time. I had been properly warmed up for anything he chose to do to me, and I wanted him to do more than just look. Master's eyes flickered up to meet mine, as I looked down at him. He smiled warmly up at me, as he moved his hand away and lowered his lips. Kissing down the welts on my pelvic bone, his tongue quickly speared at my clit, coaxing another moan from my open lips. I let my head fall back onto the pillow, as I felt his lips curve into a smile before they enveloped the hood of my clit, and began sucking at it gently. He cajoled my clit to rise from its hood and began stroking it roughly with the length of his tongue. I tensed as he expertly brought me to climax in a few seconds. I let small cries escape my lips, as he nursed the waves of pleasure to crash throughout my body. He paused when I began shaking, cumming so often that it was excruciating. As I began to come off the flood of rapture, he crawled up my body, positioning his cock just outside my hungry slit. I rocked my pelvis forward, impaling myself on the thick tip. He looked down at me, studying the frown of impatience on my brow. With a soft grunt, he thrust into me, burying his perfect length. He moaned as I clenched my muscles around his ridged shaft, rocking my hips. I'd never tried to please my Master before, or myself for that matter. It was almost as though Master was silently urging me to enjoy our embrace. I matched his hammering with my own, driving myself over the edge a few more times. Master worked tirelessly, pounding into me at what ever speed I set. He was still posed above me, looking intently at my face as we fucked. I looked up at him, not realizing that I had closed my eyes. He grinned as he adjusted his angle, and raked his rod across the top of my hole. I screamed out, the nerves he brushed across igniting and sending their flames to engulf me with pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down until our chests were mashed together, wanting more, but unable to ask. He nuzzled my bared neck. "Are you ready?" He asked, still kissing my neck. I answered with nod, baring my neck further, as my hips went into double-time. He ran his tongue down the large vein in my neck, as if searching for the best place to take blood. Finally I felt his teeth on my throat, and I tensed waiting for the pain to begin to sweep the pleasure away, forgetting that the first time he bit me, it had only added to the pleasure. I shuddered as his fangs seemed to slip through my flesh, and sunk into the vein without so much as a pinch. He swallowed only a mouthful, and his rod seemed to swell within me. He plunged into me a few more times, and then his glacial sperm erupted, filling my womb with a delicious sensation. He released my neck, again kissing away the slight burn of his bite, then slipped out of my now chilled pussy. He nuzzled my neck again, and I expected him to bite again. He planted a series of kisses over my neck to my jaw, and then pulled away. "It's nearly dawn, child. I must retire," he whispered, as he stood and pulled the black sheets up over my body. I nodded, feeling slightly removed from the situation, still unable to cope with the massive change my existence had just undergone. I yawned and let my eyes fall shut, fearing my dreams, but curious of what tomorrow might bring. Tales in Slavery Ch. 04 Author's Note: I wasn't going to add another note, save for to thank my editor, Talynnda, again for her continued patience, and her superb editing ability. But as that this is a erotic horror submission I would warn my reader that this story is primarily homosexual in nature, but additional content prevented me as submitting it as such. So please read at your own peril. ~~~~~~~~~ I awoke to the soft ring of chains. It wasn't yet twilight, and a sliver of late day sunlight peeked through the barred window. I stood slowly, my abdomen cramping with the abuse my pussy had endured in the past twenty-four hours. I ignored it, and walked out into the hall to visit the bathroom. I took the liberty of a quick shower, letting the heated water pelt onto my slightly stiff neck, and washed away the ignored mess left from the night before. Turning off the dual shower-heads I stepped from the shower and wrapped myself in a thick white towel. As I exited the bathroom, I again heard the clank of chains behind the closed door directly across from the toilet. I pressed my ear to the door listening to the muffled cries, and more of the singing of metal links. I reached forward and tried the knob, it was unlocked, and swung open. It was the room with the swing, and Cid stood bound to a vertical rack I had not seem the night before. His eyes darted to me as I entered slowly, a fat ball gag preventing him from anything but another muffled cry. "Have you been like this all day?" I asked him, as I removed the gag. He swallowed thickly, licking his lips, and nodded slowly. "I shouldn't have treated you as I did." He spoke weakly. "I didn't anticipate our master becoming so enraged. But I knew I should have left you when you told me you weren't interested." I said nothing, silently agreeing. I may have been more willing to play with him after I had been rested, but I wasn't going to admit that to him. I checked the locks that held his arms and legs to the rack, and realized that without the keys to the Master Locks I wouldn't be able to free him from his minor torment. "He hasn't hurt you?" I asked taking a step back to look him over, and adjusted the towel, as it had slipped from my petite breast. My eyes were drawn to a bit of redness left on his neck from where master had torn his throat, but it wouldn't leave a scar. "No, not after he took you to bed." Cid said, his head hanging until his chin rested on his chest. "Julien returned and bound me to this, and without a single word, he left." Cid shuffled his feet, trying to find some comfort, the shifting of the 3 inches of chain chimed throughout the silent house again. I nodded, and started to force the ball gag back into his mouth. "Wait, what are you doing?" He asked, as he jerked his head from side to side. "I'm putting this back in you mouth, what does it look like?" I told him as I smashed the gag into his mouth and quickly buckled it. "I'm leaving you as Master had you." I stepped back checking my handy work to make sure Cid was in the same condition as he had been in when I arrived, then I turned on my heels and left, closing the door silently. I was curious about the other slave, I had only seen her for a few seconds after Master unloaded me from the van, and then she had still been sleeping. As I explored the hallway, I noted that four of the doors had locking mechanisms on them, my door was one of them. None of the doors appeared to actually be bolted. The first of the four doors bearing a lock was the first door of the hall. I opened that door slowly, it looked lived in, and smelled lightly of sweat with undertones of sex. But it was empty, I guessed it belonged to Cid. The next room was clean and empty, harboring only a king sized bed. The last door I opened revealed what I was looking for. She still lay sprawled across the bed, a black sheet pulled partially across her stomach and chest. She snored softly, her ample chest rising and falling rhythmically. I smiled and shook my head, wondering if our master hadn't given her a dose of a sleeping agents, but realizing that she was probably just as exhausted as I had been. I doubted that many slaves had learned to deal with sleep deprivation as well as I had. The sun had fully set as I pulled her door shut, and made my way into the living room. My stomach growled angrily, so I made my way into the kitchen. After peering for several minutes into the fridge I decided that a ham sandwich would have to do. I'd just made my second sandwich when I heard the hum of the garage door opening, and the rev of an engine as it pulled into the garage. From further inside the house there was another muffled scream from Cid. I shook my head and took the sandwiches to the table. I had just taken a healthy bite of my first sandwich when I heard the door open and the click of boot-heels on the hard wood floor. I looked up as Master walked into the dining room, and was awed by his dress. His long black hair was neatly tied back at the base of his neck, he wore a leather vest over his pale chest, matching pants covered his long legs, and black riding boots completed the ensemble. He carried a bag overflowing with an appalling variety of whips, canes, and other torturous items. Taking stock of the outfit and the bag of toys, I lowered my head. I'd lost my appetite and let the sandwich drop to the plate, as anxiety churned in my stomach and restricted my airways. I doubted that the toys were meant for me, but I knew better than to assume anything, and I didn't want to watch him hurt Cid or anyone else. As Master stepped behind me, he touched my back lightly. I tensed, the pleasure of last night seeming chimerical. He looked too much as past masters had before they updated my vocabulary of what this slavery meant. He ran his hand lightly over my back and brought it to rest on my shoulder. I tilted my head, taking a deep breath, ready for what ever Master was going to do. He let his hand drop, sighing, "Back to square-one, I see," he said quietly. I lowered my head visualizing past masters, and highlights of what I had endured when they had been garbed in a similar fashion. I knew that blood was easily wiped from sealed leather, and that most preferred leather for brutal acts, when they chose to wear clothing. "Lord, you aren't going to kill him, are you?" I asked meekly, forgetting the conversation we'd had the night before, my eyes studying the intricate grains in the walnut tabletop. "That's my prerogative," his tone was cold enough to rise goose flesh across my skin. "Why would you consider pleading for his life?" I shock my head, carefully choosing my words. "He didn't actually harm me, Lord. In a bizarre way, I even enjoyed it," I swallowed hard, holding back the bile rising in my throat. I knew the consequence of this conversation could presumably free Cid only to put me in his spot. If it had been a different master I wouldn't have had to fight the fears of intense pain, I hadn't felt them in nearly four years; since I'd given up. I couldn't conceive that this master was capable of both extreme pleasure as well as inordinate pain. My life had been so black-or-white, that the introduction of gray was almost unbearable. I felt tears well-up in my eyes, fearing that as Master thought and as the silence grew, I was making the world a much harder place for Cid and myself. "Why are you trying to protect him? I saw everything he did, heard everything he thought when I embraced him last night, and later I felt everything you experienced when I took you," Master sat down in the chair beside me. His voice was still glacial. "If you take all of the pain upon yourself it doesn't get any better. You know this." I looked at him, angry that he would point out something to obvious, the tears finally flowing down my cheeks. "If I take it, no one else will have to suffer for it. And I can handle it." I spoke through my teeth, already feeling the coming punishments. A voice in the back of my head began screaming that I should slit my own throat to save myself from the Hell I had just unleashed. "My little whipping boy...." Master muttered as he shook his head sadly. "I'll make you a deal, I'll go easy on Cid; maybe even let him enjoy it some, as long as he doesn't set me off...." he turned looking directly at me, his eyes cold, the color of steel boring into my soul. "If you stop trying to be a martyr." I looked away, and nodded slowly. "I will try, lord." "That's all I ask." He said his eyes warming slightly. "Now I'm going to go and wake the other girl. I want you both to learn from what happens to Cid. I know you have already learned this lesson many times over; but I don't want you to forget. Although I am a easy master, you should not go against what I have told you." I lowered my head, looking at the sandwiches I no longer had the drive to eat. Master stood, and patted my back reassuringly. "Meet me in the swing room, I'd rather get this over quickly. I don't particularly enjoy punishing anyone." "Yes, Lord," I whispered, watching him walk quickly out of the kitchen and disappear down the hallway. I stood slowly and disposed of the uneaten sandwiches in the garbage. Then, turning to do as master directed, I walked slowly, wishing that there was some way I could avoid watching Master punish Cid. One of the few things in all my years in slavery I had never been able to cope with was watching another slave being hurt. At the door of the swing room I paused again, inhaling deeply and releasing the breath slowly. I opened the door and silently made my way to sit in a corner not occupied with one torturous device or another. Cid appeared to be sleeping; his knees were bent, letting his arms take the bulk of his weight, his breathing was slow and deep. I guessed it was a front, and that he hoped that Master would take pity and let him sleep. I sat down, as Master and the other slave walked in. The slave's eyes were still heavy with sleep, and she gazed around the room only half seeing. Master leaned down to whisper something I couldn't hear, and pointed toward me. She nodded and made her way over. She sat down and yawned, her eyes still wandering lazily over the room. "What's going on?" She asked, as her eyes came to rest on Cid's bound form. "I'm sure that Master will explain before he starts," I whispered. Master stepped over to Cid, dropping the bag of whips and pulling a tiny set of keys from his pocket. He moved with unnatural speed as he released Cid's arms and stepped back as Cid crumpled to the floor. "This is a punishment," Master stated, looking up from Cid to be sure he had our attention. "I would like to believe that I am a gentle master, but I would be daft to allow any of you to disobey my few simple rules," he knelt down and released the cuffs from Cid's ankles. "Learn well from this lesson, for it is the last I hope to ever give," he stood, his eyes on me. "After we have finished here, I will go over those rules with you, as well as a few other issues." His eyes turned glacial as he turned his gaze to Cid. "On your feet, slave," he spoke the last word with such venom that the slave beside me cringed and tensed, as if she too were about to stand. Cid stood slowly, his knees rubbery. His head hung low, his eyes fixed to the spilled contents of the bag Master dropped. I watched his eyes fall shut, and he shook his head in disbelief. These were not the kind of toys that some vampires used to warm a slave, most of these whips were meant to draw blood. I followed our master's every move: he studied the swing for a long time. Then he shook his head, judging that it would not work for what he had planned. He collapsed the swing and moved it out of the center of the room, moving the rack that Cid had been bound to into its place. He rotated the rack slightly, so that I had a perfect view of the vertical table, then stepped back so he was slightly behind Cid. "This is your only warning, Cid. If you disobey again, in any way, I will deliver you to the next clearance sale myself," Master growled, appearing to take no pleasure in the tiny shudder that passed through Cid's body. He reached up and unbuckled the ball gag. "Face against the rack," he ordered. "Arms above your head." Cid struggled to obey quickly, his legs apparently still numb. He smashed his cheek against the table, and raised his arms. Master clamped his wrists and looked him over. "Get as comfortable as you can, you may be like that for a while," Master told him quietly, running his hand over his smooth back, his voice thick with remorse. "You know that I don't want to do this, but you have forced me to," he pulled his hand back, curling it into a fist. As it uncurled he brought it down quickly, landing a stunning blow low on Cid's left shoulder. Cid flinched under the stinging blow. Master let his hand drop, leaving an angry hand shaped welt. He turned his attention to the bag, reaching down to remove a two-inch wide split-tongue. I frowned, the force needed to draw blood with that split-tongue would break bones. In my past many of my masters had used a similar flogger to warm my muscles for even harsher treatment, I hoped that Master had the same plan. Looking away, I heard the double thump-slap of the split-tongue, followed by a grunt from Cid. I couldn't bring myself to watch, as Master fell into a rhythm with the flogger. About ten minutes later the monotony was broken, as Master dropped the split-tongue, and reached into the bag for another toy. I took the opportunity to look Cid over, relieved to see that Master had only warmed his back to an angry red. The skin was over sensitive, and Cid would feel the coming blows as though they were edged with blades, but the delicate muscles would be less likely to be damaged. Master's next choice chilled me: rattan canes were well known for the pain they could convey. As Master took position behind Cid, I watched as his jaw clenched. He took aim, and struck Cid's right shoulder with such force Cid's legs gave momentarily, and he hung limp from the cuffs at his wrists, a long wordless whine flowing from his lips. The fiery mark it left quickly filled with crimson. Clenching my eyes, to avoid the barbarity, I tried to focus my thoughts on the pleasures I had felt the previous night. But I couldn't stop my ears as Master lashed Cid's back seven more times. When Master had finished Cid was sobbing, his body retching as he struggled to hush himself. I didn't need to look to know that Cid's back had been severely split by the abuse. I heard the rattle of chains as Master released Cid, and the grunt as Cid staggered away from the vertical table. Watching from the corner of my eye, Master helped Cid to sit on the floor. With Cid out of the way, Master pulled a pin from the under side of the rack, and it rotated to a level position. "On the table," Master barked, his voice sounding empty. "Sit." He reached down, to help the sobbing slave onto the table. "Lay back," he told Cid, pushing gently on his chest. "We haven't finished just yet." Cid arched his spine as his tenderized back pressed against the table, but he'd gotten his cries under control, and he watched as Master let the black leather vest drop from his shoulders and to the floor. Cid spread his legs, anticipating that Master's attentions would be there next. "I'm sure you knew this was coming," Master whispered, as he released his leather pants, and let them fall to his ankles. I watched transfixed as he took his limp cock in his long fingered hand, and, without stimulating it, forced it to grow. Cid whimpered, his eyes silently pleading with our master to be kind. Master shuffled forward, and positioned himself between Cid's outstretched legs. A crease of thought warped Master's brow, and he stepped back. "You don't deserve to watch me fuck you." Master hissed, as he stepped out of the leather pants.. "Turn over." Master helped Cid stand once more then pushed him onto his stomach. Taking a length of rope Master bound Cid's arms tightly behind his back, leaving him otherwise untethered, and bent over the table. "That's better," Master breathed deeply, as he looked down at Cid's exposed ass. His cock bobbed obediently as he took a bottle of lube, and applied the tiniest amount to the head. "I should fuck you dry," Master said, as he stepped up, his pulsing rod nudging Cid's ass cheeks. Cid whimpered again, louder than the previous . His ass quivered as he fought to keep from clenching his cheeks. He turned his head away from the other slave and me as master parted his backside, and began guiding the tip into his tight hole. Beyond the head of his dick, the lube Master used would dilute quickly. I looked away as master shot forward burying his rock hard cock in Cid's ass. Cid's entire body jerked, as he tried to escape the violent force as Master split him open. He remained utterly silent as Master pulled back and plunged into him again. I turned back to look at Cid's face, his eyes were locked open in agony, and his mouth worked silently, forming incoherent words. His whole body quivered with the tearing vigor Master showed his stretched ass. Master's face was contorted, as though he were feeling the same pain as Cid. His eyes moving over the bleeding stripes across Cid's back. A few moments into the rape, Cid began to relax. Turning my attention back to the pounding, I saw a few tiny splatters of blood on Master's legs. Cid had torn, and the blood was working as a lubricant, giving him momentary relief. He slammed into Cid a few more times, then stopped holding himself deep within Cid. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of Cid's short dark hair, and ripped him brutally backwards, leaning down to drive his teeth into the muscle at the base of Cid's neck. Cid cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. As Master drank, his body spasmed, his hips rocking quickly against Cid's backside, shooting ice-cold jism into Cid's bowels. Master drank for several long minutes, Cid's cries becoming weak, and then silent as his eyes rolled in their sockets. I bit back a cry of mercy, but not fast enough, "Plea-" escaped my lips before I could bite my tongue. When Master released Cid, he fell limp onto the table unconscious, or; as I judged, dead. Master stepped back, his cock dropping away from Cid's motionless body. He looked down for the first time, at the other slave and I, since he's started the punishment. The other slave quickly lowered her eyes, humbled by the experience. Master gave me an apologetic smile, before he turned and left the room. I turned away, tears falling freely, and sobbed into the back of my hand. My world was collapsing into despair. Then I heard a ragged breath, as Cid began to wake. I looked back to see Cid's eyes flicker. I sobbed again, the despair I had felt a few seconds before becoming grateful relief. I stood, and began untying his arms. The lashes on his back were angry looking, but all but the deepest of them had stopped bleeding. "You'll be ok, Cid," I whispered, helping him to roll over. The twin holes where master had feed were still oozing blood, I knew they would leave mean scars. Cid's smiled stupefied, his head still rolling uneasily from side to side. "That was a hell of a ride," he whispered. "But I think if I don't get some release, my cock is going to explode," He grinned again, lifting his head and shoulders enough to survey his throbbing erection. I stepped back, in disbelief. "You're not hurt?" He laughed hoarsely. "No, Julien and I usually play that rough." His face became somber, and the humor in his voice died. "The whipping, although not unusual, was more severe than it has been in the past. But not kissing away the bites and lash marks so they will leave scars. Those are my punishment." Even his penis seemed disheartened by the severity of the discipline, shrinking down to an unaroused size. Tales in Slavery Ch. 04 I nodded, the lesson Master taught beginning to sink in. A slave's value drops the more scars they have. I glanced down at my heavily blemished breasts and my arms, and guessed that my value was less than a carton of cigarettes. But for a slave to be scarred from a whip indicates a great act of insubordination. The scars on Cid's back would make his value no more than mine. For a Master to whip a slave and break the skin, was viewed among most vampires as a waste of blood. The slave with the scars would be seen as nothing more than a cheap meal. Shivering, I lowered my head, the gravity of the lesson chilling me more than the actual punishment. The other slave just sat, watching Cid and I, and silently taking in everything that had just happened. Turning, I analyzed her reaction, noting that she had reacted little to the demonstration. Her eyes were calm, and slightly clouded, as if her mind was somewhere far away. I stepped away from Cid as Master returned, a frosted glass of water in his hand. He handed the glass to Cid, and began picking up the few floggers scattered on the floor. He didn't speak, but carried a heavy aura of sadness. As Cid emptied the glass he watched Master, his cock beginning to wake. He lusted after this vampire that had just hurt him so much. I backed up even further, as Master straightened, his eyes admiring the organ slowly growing between Cid's legs. "Haven't had enough?" Master asked, his voice had returned to its soft tenor. He reached out and gently stroked down the length of Cid's cock. "Perhaps we should take this into your room, these girls don't need to witness all of the pleasures we take from each other." Cid smiled as he pushed off the table. "You're probably right, sir." He walked stiffly out of the room. Master started to follow Cid, then turned back regarding us. "Make yourselves at home, but do not leave the house. I should be finished with Cid shortly." His face brightened as he smiled, obviously looking forward to what awaited him in Cid's room. Tales in Slavery Ch. 05 We watched as Master left, and turned to look at one another. "I wish that they hadn't left, I am kind of interested in what they're gonna be doing in there." The girl said, a devious smile lifting the corners of her mouth. I nodded, looking down at her, feeling oddly transfixed by the interaction between Master and Cid. I'd recently re-learned how to enjoy sex, but it wasn't something I had been prepared to witness. She stood slowly, erect she loomed over my five foot four inches by at least five inches. My eyes swept her body enviously. While my face was drawn, nearly skeletal in malnourishment, her cheeks were full, and her eyes were still bright with hope and life. Her nipples sat erect on the full perfect globes free of scars, while mine were tiny half-moons that bore nearly as many deep scars as the moon, even my minuscule nipples hadn't been spared disfigurement. I could just make out the ridges of her ribs, as my eyes traveled downward and couldn't stop from feeling the hills and valleys that indented my sides. I shook my head, refusing to start feeling sorry for myself. A slave is not allowed to be vain unless its Master wishes it. She stood watching me as I looked over her, her face emotionless to my inspection. It was one of the few signs I'd seen that told me she had lived for any length of time as a slave. I took a step back, lowering my eyes. Feeling guilty for scrutinizing her as though I were a Master, and angry at myself for looking on her beauty and using it to pity myself. I started to apologize, but she put her finger to her lips, shaking her head. "We all have our demons," she said, a sad smile dimpling her cheeks. "I believe that we are here to heal, and that we have nothing to apologize for." I couldn't keep back the soured smile, nor could I hold my tongue. "I hope you are right..." I muttered, bitter because I feared that the hope that had begun to grow within me was just a cruel trick. I turned to leave the room, but she reached and caught my arm, pulling me back and into a friendly embrace. "I can't imagine what you've been through to makes you so cold," she whispered to me, after a long minute of standing reluctantly in her arms. I wanted to pull away, but I didn't, giving her the slight pleasure of holding me. "But I would like to know." I pulled back enough that I could look up into her emerald eyes. She sounded so old then, and I questioned silently if she was human. Her eyes sparkled wetly down at me, like a tiny lake rimming an evergreen forest. But the heat that radiated from her made me shake my head, I had never touched a vampire so warm. No, everything I saw told me she was human. "It wouldn't help either of us if I told you my past." I said, finally backing out of her arms. She nodded, hurt. "I haven't seen many of things this life holds. And I can only pray that I will never experience what has hurt you so much." Her voice had lost the upbeat tone, and her face had grown dark. "But if our time is limited in this house together, I would like for you and I to become friends." "Becoming friends is dangerous. Slaves suffer even more when they befriend one another." I told her, trying to keep my voice neutral, because I had known that pain well. "I don't want to cause you more pain in this world. But if you had to watch me tortured, torn, or drained, and saw me as a friend, you would suffer greatly. You couldn't stop or even ease my pain, and if you tried, I would suffer knowing that you would share my wretched fate." She looked at me, mortified, but I just shook my head and turned away from her, leaving the room that held so many devices to remind me of things I had once been bound to. I didn't know why, but I wanted to tell her what I had been, what I had become, but I couldn't tell her in a room that reminded me of all of that pain. I looked over my shoulder at her. "I'll tell you of my life, in hope that you will be able avoid some of the mistakes I made," I said quietly, as I paused just on the other side of the door. "But I can't tell you in there." I made my way into the living room. The room was warm, and not a place where I had witnessed bloodshed, I hoped that fact would make my tale less difficult. I sat down on one of the three cream-and-coffee colored couches, the thick cushions rising up to support and comfort me. I'd put my back to the hallway, subconsciously trying to shield myself in case Master intruded, I feared that if I saw him while I spoke of my darkest days it would shatter the mental walls I hid behind. I knew that if I saw him, with his caring grey eyes, or thought of his gentle lovemaking, as I told this girl of rape and murder it would devastate my soul. He wanted me to be whole, and if he could take me from this world I was about to relive, I would do that for him. He had asked me to stop being a martyr earlier tonight, and I had made it my mission from then on. Maybe if I told this girl of the atrocities I had brought on myself because I had sacrificed my body and blood to try to protect a fellow slave, as well as some of the other things I'd survived, it would be the first step I took to being less the whipping-boy. I was slowly taking down the walls I'd built around my soul. The girl was slow in following me, she detoured down the hall, and into her room before joining me on the couch, with two thick burgundy quilts clutched in her arms. She handed one to me, before wrapping the other around herself like a huge robe. "I thought that it might make it easier for you, if you were covered." She sat down as I stood, following suite and wrapping the quilt around myself. "Thank you," I whispered, as I sat back down keeping my back to the hallway. I took a few long deep breaths, trying to prepare myself for the flood of pain I was about to release. "If you had asked me on the ride from the sale to tell you about my world up to that point, I could have told you everything without the slightest hesitation." I laughed nervously. "It's hard to imagine that it's only been a day. Whatever our Master is doing, he is good, because I'm afraid. I don't want to remember what life was like before coming to this house." She smiled sadly, nodding with sympathetic understanding. "I used to fantasize that I would meet up with one of the vampires from one of the many books that I had read, and that they would fall madly in love with me, and that they would keep me like a wife eventually turning me." I shivered under the blanket, then pulled it even tighter around me, as if the blanket could protect me for the memories. I lowered my eyes, focusing on the intricately woven threads of the blanket, as I began to speak. "I brought everything that I've been through on myself." I stated coldly. "I was obsessed with vampires. I'd read every book I could get my hands on. From Bram Stoker to Laurell K. Hamilton, and Anne Rice to Poppy Z. Brite. If it was about vampires I would devour it. I dressed the way I thought a vampire would like me to; low cut, tight fitting dark crimson and black baby-doll, and spaghetti strap tee-shirts overflowed my closet. I'd even go so far as to paint bite-marks onto my neck." I brought my fingers up and let them run absently over the flesh that once only bore sanguine eyeliner, not true scars. "I'd go out alone, walk the darkest streets. I'm surprised that I didn't fall victim to some gutter-snipe, it would have been easier that way." I shook my head, my eyes beginning to cloud with remembrance. "I would go to the worst clubs, thinking that it would be prime hunting ground. "It wasn't. I was abducted leaving a sushi restaurant with my best friend." I felt tears filling my eyes, but I fought them back. If I started crying now, I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop. "We had gone to Harney Sushi to celebrate Hitomi's nineteenth birthday. She was six months, to the day, younger than me. We were best friends since our young child-hood. Looking back, I can't remember a time that Hitomi and I weren't together. People used to ask us if we were sisters, sometimes twins. We were nearly inseparable..." I shock my head, re-aligning my thoughts back to the night we were taken as slaves. "After we'd finished eating, we took a long walk to burn off the little bit of sake we'd been slipped by the server. We talked about the road trip we had planned for spring break, about driving up the western coast, and visiting a few high school friends that lived in Seattle. On our way back to Hitomi's car, an older suburban pulled beside us on the street, and a man leaned out the window asking us for directions. We walked over to the passenger side door, and started to tell him how to get to the William Heath Davis House. Before we knew it, two people came out of the rear doors, and threw us into the back of the suburban. "The first few days were horrifying, though nothing bad happened. We were bound in the rear of the SUV, as we traveled around the clock for almost a week. The four abductors never spoke to us, regardless how loudly we pleaded or begged. Late in the night we reached our first Master's house. "He stood on the porch of his cabin, as the four abductors unloaded us from the Suburban, his platinum blond hair billowing in the freezing wind. He barked orders, telling the four to hurry us into the room, that he needed to start the training as soon as possible. We were carried screaming into the cabin, and then into a room that, up until that point of my life, was the closest thing to a dungeon I had ever seen. "We were stripped quickly, our clothes long soiled by waste after days of traveling in the rear of the SUV. Quickly we were bound to the walls, opposite each other, a rack dominating the room between us. One of the men used a hose to hastily wash the rest of the filth from our bodies. Once he deemed us clean, we were left bound to the walls alone. "It wasn't long before our Master entered the room, smiling to himself, obviously looking forward to the training he had in store for us. He wore smooth black leather, his streaming platinum hair pulled neatly back. He chose Hitomi as his first victim. He took her in his arms after releasing the pitted iron from her wrists. She struggled against him, shrieking obscenities, as he forced her flat on the rack and quickly bound her spread-eagle. "Silently, he ran his cold fingers over Hitomi's sun-kissed skin. Licking his lips, he leaned down and took her breast in his mouth. My scream matched Hitomi's when I realized that he had bitten her. He moved from one tender space to another, biting viciously, drinking little. Leaving the wounds to ooze, and to scar later. "I screamed at him, begging him to release her. She didn't deserve this. Hitomi never shared my obsession in these creatures. Never had I fantasized that Hitomi would ever share in my dreamed fate. "When he had his fill of her, she was unconscious, tears still streaming from the corners of her eyes. He unbound her, carried her to a corner, and dumped her cruelly. "He then turned his attention to me, his eyes flashing with renewed interested." I paused to wipe away the tears that filled my eyes as I spoke of my old friend, and to push away the dread that filled me as I told the girl of my past. "He came close to me, smelling the air, and cackling. 'So angry,' he whispered to me, his voice like sandpaper to my ringing ears. 'So much fight. It will be fun to break you.' "He spoke once more to me, later that first night, afterward he taught us in silence. He taught with violence. If we did as he wanted us too, he was pleased and only took what he wanted, but if we didn't he would inflicted as much pain as he could until we did as he wanted. "But back to that first night. He ripped me viciously from the wall, and slammed me onto the table. His first series of bites left my neck and chest burning. His needle-teeth tearing the skin, his lapping tongue leaving a stinging inferno in its wake. "He settled in once, and took a long drink from my throat, as I struggled vainly against him. When he withdrew, his tongue licked roughly against the agonized flesh. He looked down into my eyes, and laughed. 'Is this what you imagined, bride?' He laughed having read my fantasies from my mind as he drank. "He ripped off his smooth leather pants, and climbed onto the table with me. He attacked my chest again, as he ground his pelvis against me, his dick slowly growing harder and thicker. His teeth raked against my tender nipples as he moved from one to the other. "When he finally entered me, I screamed as I tore from his great thrust. I wasn't a virgin, but I might as well have been. The three guys I'd been with before had nothing on the girth of the monster that was determined to break me. "I passed out sometime during the rape, and awoke to the throbbing in the back of my head, and between my legs. He tossed me just as cruelly as he had Hitomi earlier. Hitomi was snuggled against me, sobbing. "'We are locked in, Rei.' She whispered when she saw that I was awake. 'I've tried the door, and it wont budge.' I shushed her gently, whispering that we should get some rest, then try to figure out how we were going to get out of there." Movement to my right caught my attention, as Cid joined us in the living room. I tensed, worried that our Master would interrupt me, or worse try to make me look at him. I heard Master as he settled on the other side of Cid, but he stayed silent, seeming to know that if I saw him I wouldn't be able to continue speaking. "Go on," the girl said quietly, reaching a hand out of her blanket to pat my leg. "They aren't going to bother you." I shut my eyes trying to remember where I left off. "The nights were filled with Hitomi's cries. After that first night I'd managed to keep nearly silent. We were slowly learning the cues that our Master seemed to desire. "We must have been there a few months when he beat Hitomi. He used a whip to split the skin on her belly and legs, then raked his claw-like nails over her breasts. She was whimpering, bending her neck to him, and trying to spread her legs in their shackles. It must have gone on for an hour or longer. Finally, I begged him to have mercy, and cursed him when he took her limp body from the rack and began to ravage her. "He fed from her for a long time after his loins had spilled their cold seed. I screamed at him, trying to focus his attention away from her. I knew that death would be better for her, but I couldn't stand the thought of being alone. "When he released her, he walked to the door, and pounded on it. Two men entered and carried Hitomi away. I know now, that if she wasn't dead that they took her to a sale. "I must have had a stronger will, or he just enjoyed torturing me, because it was another handful of months before I was carted off to my first sale. "I sold quickly at that sale, I only had a few scars at that point. I think that most Masters like relatively fresh slaves. My second Master was just as cruel as the first, although he spoke more. He kept me for over a year, I was the only slave that he had, at that time, that I knew of. "In the three years that followed after that Master tired of me, I've seen so many things. I've watched fellow slaves come to a screaming end as two or three vampires took them. Raping and feeding in an orgy that left the room splattered with more fluid than and ten people should contain. I've seen regular household items turned into the worst punishing devices imaginable. "I was often chosen as the 'main attraction' at some of the torture parties. I earned most of my scars there. When that Master finally felt he could get no more enjoyment from me, he sent me to a clearance sale, or death sale as he often called it. He told me, that he wouldn't be able to get a copper penny out of me at a regular sale, but he might get lucky and get a few cents from one of the urchins that frequented the clearance rings. "He washed me thoroughly. And while cutting my hair with a pair of dulled scissors, mused how fun it would be to play with them. He whispered that it was a pity that I wouldn't be around for that game, that maybe he could have made me scream with it. "He didn't get lucky at the sale. The candle died before my next Master came to release the chain from my wrist. For about six months, I was kept in darkness, he would come to feed from me occasionally, and once in a while he'd bring me a few scraps of food and refill my gallon jug with water. I thought that I would die of starvation, after being so hungry for so long. "When he'd come to feed, I'd beg him in soundless whispers to drink until there was nothing more, and let me rest. If he ever heard the words I mouthed against his cold cheek, he never granted me that small mercy. "He must have gone away to a sale. Because after a week of no visits from him, and no food, he returned and put a loud slave in the cage next to mine. The next week he delivered me to what I hope will be that last sale I ever attend." I stopped speaking, I'd saved everyone most of the intricate details. But I felt cold with completion of my life story. I still worried about Hitomi, fearing that she too had survived all this time in the hands of monsters. Master stood, and I turned to look at him for the first time since I'd heard him enter the room. He was naked, as was Cid. And I was left with the feeling that we were all just slaves gathered together on the couches. But when he knelt down and offered a sad smile, his tiny fangs caught the light, I was reminded that he was yet another Master to me. I lowered my gaze, waiting for his next suggestive command. My stomach churning as I imagined each past Master kneeling in front of me. I closed my eyes trying to clear my vision and shake off the feeling that I was seconds away from the blood-hungry kisses that had become my life. "I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and reassure you that you're life is not as it was," Julien whispered. "But I will leave you to your demons of the past tonight." He turned his attention to the girl that had sat listening to me, with her emerald eyes filled with the images of horror from my life. "Will you keep her company tonight? She needs someone. And neither Cid or I will be able to give her the comfort she desires." She turned and smiling warmly at Julien. "Of course, sir." She stood quickly, adjusting the blanket she held tightly around her, and extended a hand toward me. "Come on, Rei." I shivered as I heard my name spoken from another's lips, but stood and took her hand. Tales in Slavery Ch. 06 She took me into her bedroom. Spartan, like my own, the large black and burgundy covered bed dominating the room. She sat down on the bed, her hand still engulfing mine, gently pulling me down to sit beside her. She'd left the door open, and in the near silence of the house, we could hear Cid and our Master speaking quietly in the living room. "You saved me," I whispered to her, as I sat on the bed, relaxing the grip I had on the blanket wrapped tightly around my small frame. "At the sale, if you hadn't reached for me our Master wouldn't have noticed me." I looked at her, meeting her eyes bravely, as I worked out the events of the sale. I was slow in realizing the debt I owed her. She shook her head. "No, I didn't save you." She told me with a quiet laugh. "You got his attention all on your own, when you screamed in that vampire's face...It was like you put all of you pain and hate into that death-like scream, and then you lay limp as if you had died. Our Master stopped mid-stoke, he shrank inside me, and he watched you. He placed the collar around my neck, and then he all-but ran to the sale room. He must have paid a lot for the two of us, because he talked with some other vampire for a long time. And finally, he handed over his entire bag of silver coins. By the time he got everything worked out, the candle was almost burnt out." I lowered my gaze and impulsively turned, letting the blanket fall into a pool of crimson around me, and hugged her. "If you hadn't reached for me, I wouldn't have screamed." Her arms came around me, and she nuzzled my check affectionately. I hadn't intended for her to return the hug. My brain exploded in a typhoon of scenarios of how this girl would hurt me, I clenched my eyes and I fought not to pull away. I could recall several times when another female slave had cornered me, and taken their aggressions out on me. Some of those scars were better defined on my damaged skin than any given by my vampire Masters. My sides and stomach bore three-sets of anger driven fingernail valleys, and my upper thighs and mound of Venus were covered in jagged circular teeth-made craters where other female slaves had sought to inflict their pains on someone else. I feared that this girl would leave scars much deeper than any before her. Finally, she released me, her eyes wide with concern. I must have grown rigid in her embrace. I shook my head, ignoring the girl's mute distress. Panic had started to churn in my gut; prelude, in the past, of torment and destruction. I turned away from her and curled into the fetal position, battling to hold back the sobs threatening in my throat. Silently, I chastised myself for my inability to remain passive. 'What's happening to you?' The part of myself that had been murdered and resurrected hundreds of times screamed silently in my head. 'You've grown so weak in a matter of days. Toughen up, or your new household will tear you apart.' "I just want to take the pain away, even if it's only for a few minutes." She whispered, her voice edged with the same tears as the ones filling her eyes, as she curled around my backside. Her arms came around me, as she refused to let me face my demons alone tonight. As she whispered, I realized that her lips did not move as she pressed them against the back of my neck. She spoke telepathically, into my mind. My senses sprang to life, as I felt her body pressed firmly against mine. She was cold, the length of my life tale had cooled the heat that had radiated from her. 'Vampire,' the voice in my mind whispered. I pushed the voice away. Surrendering to the kisses she planted on my shoulders. But acceptance didn't stop the sobs, and I became victim to their iniquitous assault. I was broken more completely by the comparative perfection of this household, than by the torture of five years in Hell. The thick wall I'd begun building the first night as I watched Hitomi taken by a creature of nightmares crumbled to dust as I cried clutched tightly in the arms of the golden haired angel. She kissed my back and shoulders, moving to my neck and ears. Pacifying me with the soft meaningless words she whispered, as she gently rolled me over. I looked into the forest of her eyes, seeing the tiny differences that confirmed she was not the human slave I'd mistaken her as. Fresh tears overflowed my eyes fearing she would manifest into that nightmare monster from my past cackling in triumph. "Vampire," I whispered, shattered, but unable to summon the strength to hide it. I let my eyes fall closed turning my head away, baring for her more than just the vein. 'What a cruel game,' I thought to myself. 'Befriend you, love you...then their kisses cut so much deeper.' The thoughts continued as I waited for her to freeze my heart. She never leaned down to claim my throat as her prize. "No." She said quietly, and turned my face back to hers with gentle force. "I will never take your blood." Her lips brushed lightly across mine, seeming to pull the tension from me. "I am not the creature you think I am." Again the feather-light touch of her lips, this time taking the last of the fight from me. "Though I am not so different from them. But I am as much a slave as you." I opened my eyes, shaking my head slowly. "I don't understand..." She leaned down to touch my lips again, my eyes fell closed once more, as I fell into the tranquility her kisses brought. My consciousness fluttered, as her hands moved over my broken body, never truly touching but soothing away the tiny pains I had learned to ignore. Her mouth worked tenderly against mine, coaxing me to open for her. When I opened my mouth to her, and our tongues touched I cried out in relief that was near rapture. There were no tiny fangs to pierce my tongue, only human teeth and a soft tongue to dance with mine within the warm confines of our mouths. Her hands continued to move over me, brushing my throat, my shoulders, then down across my nipples. In their wake, electric tingles remained. The puckered and scarred flesh grew warm as the tingling sensations faded. Every time her fingertips touched warm, once deadened flesh, intense bolts of pleasure shot directly to my core. Somehow, she had brought feeling back to the heavily scarred flesh of my shoulders. Her hands seemed to move randomly, staying mostly over my shoulders, but occasionally they strayed to my throat, or down over my breasts. I whimpered against her mouth, moaning, as I never had, my hips pumping the air gently. She broke away from my lips. "Keep your eyes closed." She whispered as she tenderly kissed my eyelids. "Focus on the pleasure. I'll take away the pain." She kissed down the side of my face, her mouth warming with the slight friction from our kisses. She moved so that her body covered mine, her leg pressed against my core. I rocked my hips, coating her thigh with wetness. Moving slowly she covered my jaw with her lips. When her lips touched my throat the pleasure that erupted from the soft, human-like kisses sent me into a convulsive orgasm. It was as if she had buried her face between my legs, and not in the cleft of my shoulder. She kissed away the lingering numbness of the scars that covered my throat, working down slowly. The final long held tension slid away as she moved down, taking a tiny, erect nipple between her teeth. Her tongue brushed the inert flesh waking my nipple from its long torpor. As I writhed under her intense suckling, vivid colors flashed behind my closed eyelids. In my mind, I pictured her feeding from the old pain; her tongue like a magical cloth slowly wiping even the scars away. The pleasure she gave no longer traveled down to further excite my already dripping pussy, but seemed focused entirely on the nipple she slowly swirled her tongue around. Building an orgasm that felt as though it would burst from the very tip of my throbbing areola. When I felt that I would have to beg her to stop, she would move to the other teat, and began her nursing anew. I floated on the waves of felicity as she fed on the damaged flesh, moaning loudly as she moved from breast to breast. Her fingers played over my face and neck, tantalizing the newly awakened nerves. I wanted to touch her, return the pleasure; as hungry for her as she seemed to be for me. I touched her side, sliding my fingers over her warming flesh, the passion we shared warming her as blood would warm a vampire. "No," she said around the nipples still in her mouth. "When I have taken all I can...." She continued speaking, but her words were lost on me, as she brought a hand down to grasp my other nipple between her thumb and fore-finger. The difference in texture, the damp softness of her tongue as she spoke, and the dry, comparably, rough touch of her fingers, coupled with the new sensations of my enlivened skin rocked my consciousness. I cried out, biting my lip to keep from screaming, as the secret muscles in my pussy clenched in on themselves. She timed the flicking of her tongue, and the gentle rolling pinch of her fingers with the contractions of the orgasm. Expertly dragging the climax out much longer than it should have lasted. When I thought it was starting to end, she'd lick my nipple, or squeeze my tit, sending me screaming to near unconsciousness. I never passed out, but clung remarkably to awareness. The rainbow dancing behind my eyelids grew erratic until she brought me slowly down the zenith. When she reluctantly pulled her mouth from my conflagrant tit, I was wheezing, trying to gulp air into my pleasure weakened lungs. I slowly opened my eyes to look down at her, as she rested her forehead in the tiny depression between my tits. Tears of vehement gratitude streamed down my cheeks. "...I can't take any more..." She murmured into my sternum. "I know there is so much more," she raised her head meeting my clouded gaze, a devious smile slowly curling her plump lips. "But we have time to take it all." I look down at my swollen nipples, and shook my head trying to clear the fog from my vision. The scars were gone, both of my breasts, as well as what I could see of the rest of my chest were free of the blemishes that had marked me as less. I wanted to voice my awe, my thanks, but I chose to show her. To, at least, try to give her a fraction of the pleasure she had given me. I pushed her back gently, as I sat up. Crushing her lips to mine in a clumsy, but earnest embrace. As we kissed I pushed her back further, until her back lay in the softness of the blankets, and I lay on top of her. Our breasts were pressed tightly together, her firm healthy globes pillowing my small but, now, almost beautiful half moons. She broke the kiss, breathing hard. "You don't have to do this," she breathed, her eyes flashing with something I could only interpret as fear. I frowned down at her. The fear in her eyes told me she was just as much slave as I was, even though she had just proved that she was so much more. She feared the injuries she'd taken from my skin. She also somehow knew that a few of scars that still remained on my yet untouched stomach and those between my legs had been caused by other slaves. "I would never hurt you," my voice nearly echoing hers earlier. I leaned down and kisses her lips gently. "Let me give back some of what you gave me." I waited for her to respond, unwilling to rape her, even though the need to see her dance and moan under my fingers and mouth was excruciating. Slowly she nodded, mute as she closed her eyes, her head turning to the side. I rolled off of her, the flesh between us feverish from the intense heat radiating from her still form. I let my eyes wash over her, taking in the elegant beauty. Her skin was perfect, lightly tanned and nearly free of any scar. My eyes were drawn to a tiny blemish just at the base of her sculpted throat, two tiny punctures where she had been bitten a long time ago. My fingers moved to stroke the slightly raised pinholes, and she shuddered, breathing a long sigh. I continued to look over her, as my fingers danced over the yielding skin of her shoulders. Her tits fell naturally away from the center of her chest, still holding most of their firm shape as they raised and fell with her gentle breath. Her stomach was tight and muscled lightly. As my eyes came to rest on the tangle of trimmed dark blond curls at the junction of her thighs, my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to explore their until she screamed with senseless abandon. But I knew if I drove between her legs, she would at best tolerate my attentions, and never feel the ecstasy I wanted for her. I leaned down, and kissed the flesh under my fingers, breathing the clean jasmine scent of her skin. I moved down her collarbone, trying to cool the inferno that was her body with my breath. I inched down, leaving a trail of wet kisses, until I encircled her left nipple, showing it loving attention. I took her nipple in my mouth trying to work the same magic she worked on mine, but her flesh hadn't been covered in long numb scars. I worked slowly, not wanting to rush, but longing to taste the fragrant honey below the dark blond curls. I moved my lips further down her chest, my tongue snaking over the faint ridges of her ribs, and then into the valley of her abdomen. As I ventured further, she raised her knees, and opened her legs. Inviting me silently to taste the nectar of her nether-lips. I moved so I was half kneeling, half laying between her legs, my mouth still moving in languid circles above her pelvic bone. Taking a long deep breath, I relished in the musk of her, it had undertones of citrus like a lemon verbena plant. Not unpleasant in any way, but so different from my own unique scent, which seemed more bitter, like ginger, to my nose. I paused to look up at her face, her eyes closed, a slight impatient frown creasing her forehead. For a long moment, I was still, enjoying the vision as I looked up at her. She rocked her hips once, drawing my attention back to the treasure a few inches from my chin. I smiled, reassured that she wanted this, then began to kiss the inside of her upper thigh. She moaned softly, as my lips moved closer to her pussy, my cheek just brushing the sensitive edge of her outer labia. She'd been almost silent as I worked over her neck, chest and stomach. But the closer to her slit I got, the more she moved and wordlessly told me to continue. I lay down, taking her folds into my mouth, and running my tongue over the subtle ridges. I moved over the outer-lips slowing my mouth to tease her and to savor the intoxicating citrus and honeysuckle musk that rose to embrace me. I'd been so obsessed in my pilgrimage, I'd missed Master Julien and Cid's silent entrance into the room. Slight movement diverted my attentions, and I watched uncaring as both of them slid down the wall, sitting to watch our lovemaking. The much quieted voice in the recesses of my mind warned that I should do more than simply glance at my Master, but I was willing to do no more than that, accepting that I may face consequence later. I wasn't sure how long they had been watching us, but I was almost certain it had been a long while. She wiggled her pussy across the side of my face, a long desperate whine flowed from her lips, and I turned back to her slit, dismissing the two voyeurs seated just inside the room. Her hands clutched at the sheets, curling and uncurling impatiently. Again, I smiled as I hovered above the tiny hood that partially hid her clit, unfurling my tongue to snake across its underside. She recoiled from the rough touch with a sharp cry. I kept my head between her legs but raised my eyes to silently question her. Her eyes fluttered, and she relaxed as I licked across her labs again. "Sensitive." She muttered apologetically, raising her head enough to look down at me, unaware of the onlookers. "It's been a long time since I've had a woman kiss me there." I nodded in understanding, turning my attention back to the bloom. I focused on the petals, and the seeping aperture at their center, only stroking the true heart of the blossom occasionally. I wanted to make her scream, but in pleasure not because the intensity of my tongue caused pain. Pressing my mouth firmly against her sex, I lapped at the juice leaking slowly from her hole, then pressed my tongue into it. I kissed the cat's tongue of ripples and ridges at the roof of her pussy for a long time. Pushing my tongue inside and then pulling it back into my mouth, licking hard across the tender ridges. She pumped against my face, fucking my tongue. Her hands moving to cup the back of my head, holding me tight against her. She hissed as her cunt spasmed, then moaned as the first stage of her orgasm rolled through her clenched abdomen. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she ground wildly on my spearing tongue. She no longer let me toy with her sex, but used my tongue to build herself into an explosion. The resulting scream echoed through the house, and left my ears ringing when it finally died. As she released her death-grip on my head, I returned to lapping softly at the outer edges of her dew drenched petals. My tongue ached delightfully, the sturdy muscle trembling with fatigue. I gave her pussy a few lingering kisses, then rested my check against the inside of her thigh. I watched in awe as her pussy shuttered every few minutes, aftershocks of the ear shattering earthquake, her hips rolling gently. Impulsively, I covered her sex again, sucking the button of her clit into my mouth. Her hips rocked up to meet the soft prodding of my trembling tongue. She started to cry out, but it was cut short as the bed shifted, and we were joined by our Master. "May I?" He asked, his voice slow, and thick with lust. I looked up at him, my tongue still dancing over the smooth surface of her bud. Breaking reluctantly away from my prize, still hungry for her to shudder under my lips. "If you insist," I whispered, with an exhausted smile, the smear of drying honey cracking on my cheeks . I glanced over at Cid still seated against the wall, questioning if he was planning on joining us on the bed as well. He shook his head, and raised his hands in surrender. "I'm spent." He mouthed, obviously content for a time to watch. The girl's eyes were on me still as I backed out from between her leg. She eyes were clouded with lust, still hungry for sex, but no longer for the shallow inexperienced caresses I could give her. I knew that I should withdraw from the bed, and give our Master his space, but I wasn't ready to retire from the night's games just yet. I slouched back against the wall, glaring hungrily as Master's head moved to cover the space where mine had been just seconds before. His tongue moved between the girl's legs, licking her quickly into another orgasm. I fought with myself, wanting to push him out of the way and take possession of the honey-glazed slit I felt was mine. Never had I ever wanted something as bad as I wanted to take this girl again and again, until she begged me to stop. I wanted to fuck her until the sun rose and fell again. I knew that it was almost impossible for the two of us to hold out that long, but I wanted to try. Her taste still coated my tongue, and it seemed that our sex had begun to heal even my broken psyche. As her screams reached that mind shattering pitch, he moved quickly driving his hard cock into the wet juncture where my lips had been playing. He moved in long, hard strokes, coaxing the screams and the orgasms from her. He stared down at her, his face a mix of sexual hunger, and awe. "Sidhe," he whispered once, as her screams turned to quiet moans. Her eyes shot open, and her face took on a dark, sad half-smile. She said nothing, but rocked her hips, drawing him back into their fucking. Tales in Slavery Ch. 06 His ass flexed as he bottomed out deep inside her, then relaxed as he withdrew until only the tip was still sheathed, and flexing as he buried his length again. Causing her to let out short squeals and gasps. He moved faster, his balls slapping off her drenched taint and in a few short minutes had her screaming through another orgasm. I was still glaring as her screams began to quiet, and Master began to slow his thrusting. He looked down at her, a frown creasing his forehead and gave final thrust, the girl whimpered beneath him shaking her head no, mouthing, "No. No more." He pulled out of the girl as she whimpered that she couldn't take anymore. He turned, his steel eyes still full of fire and falling to take in my drenched slit, then making the slow track up to my face. Lust driven, I met his eyes boldly. The molten fury of boiling iron almost enough to make me lower my eyes in submission. But the fire of my own passion gave me the strength to meet his eyes as he moved away from the writhing girl, and crawled up my body. His lips covered mine, devouring my tongue with a hunger I still had not grown accustomed to. His fangs scraped across my lips as he worked my tongue with his own. Blood welled up in the rivets his fangs made, only driving our kissing into a frenzy. I tasted the girl's honeysuckle sex in his mouth, mingled with the dull copper that I knew to be my blood. I wanted to take the taste of her from him, and covet it within myself. I pushed against him, and he allowed me to roll him onto his back. Our mouths still moving together, as I climbed atop him. Unable to taste the girl on his tongue, I pulled back, looking down into his eyes. 'Where is the broken child?' He whispered into my mind, his eyes falling closed, as he anticipated where I would take my fevered kisses next. I smiled darkly, the elixir of the girls sex driving me down the length of his body, my attention on the erection coated in her juices. "She's gone." I told him, my voice sounding alien to my ears. I licked the tip of his chilled cock, moaning, as I smelled the light citrus aroma of her. I pulled his entire length into my mouth, fighting the urge to gag as the cock pushed against the back of my throat. Determined to cleanse her taste from his skin, I forced my eyes closed against the tears the filled them, refusing to be defeated. He let out a long moan, as I sucked his cock, hungry not for him but for the taste that covered him. His hand rested lightly in my hair, his fingers tangling in the fine black strands, not forcing me to move or be still, just encouraging me to continue. I growled, unhuman and muffled, feeling the vibrations move through his dick, as I roughly licked against the underside. In the past, I had been forced to suck Masters off, but never had I covered their cold cock willingly. I'd never felt so driven to give a Master that kind of pleasure. Even now, I did not suck my Master's dick purely for his pleasure, I was taking pleasure in his subtle but salty taste mixed with the honey of the girl, that even with my efforts I could not fully pull from the silky flesh. I opened my eyes, not to look up at the face of the vampire moaning as my lips and tongue worked the length of his dick, but over at the girl. Her eyes were only half open, as she watched me as I worked the cock in my mouth. She was quiet now, the waves of her orgasms no longer battering her, her hand absently moving between her legs. She offered me an exhausted smile as her eyes closed, and she began drifting into euphoria driven seas of sleep. I kept my eyes on her dozing form, as my tongue began lashing the underside of Master Julien's throbbing erection, his moans driving me to suck as much of him into my mouth, and continue to flick my tongue against the bundle of nerves on the underside of his glands. Master began to buck, his long fingers gripping my hair tightly, forcing me to take his length until my nose was buried in his sparse tangle of pubic hair. I growled again, running my teeth over the smooth length, not to inflict any damage, but to change the sensations, to either quicken the coming flood or to stall it. I wasn't sure which, my mind was lost in the vehemence of this night's lovemaking. I bobbed my head over his dick, running my tongue along the bottom then across the glands and over, touching the defined edge of the glands on the top of his penis, then back down again. I ran my teeth lightly over the flesh every third of fourth repetition. I forced my gaze from the girl, turning my head to better take all of his prick into my mouth. I eyes fell closed, as I concentrated on keeping the rhythm. 'I'm so close,' his voice whispered telepathically, a long moan issuing from his lips. His entire body quivered under my insistent mouth, the rhythmic slide-flick-slide-suck had him teetering on the brink. I sped my assault, trying to prepare for the icy flood about to fill me. But he shuddered almost immediately, almost gagging me with the cold jizm. I swallowed it down, my lips still around the girth of his spasming cock. The odd feeling of having swallowed an ice cube caused me to swallow again and again, milking the last of the semen. I had guessed his cum would be tinged with her taste, and I was right. I smiled as I licked the last of his seed from my lips, moving from between his outstretched legs. I lay down between Master Julien and the girl, looking to see that Cid was still sitting against the wall. He smiled at me, his eyes flickering down to the hard cock bobbing to the beat of his heart. Almost asking me if he was next. I smiled and patted the bed, inviting him to join us. Not telling him 'yes,' but willing to entertain the possibility. I turned my attention from Cid, and watched Master's face, as he recovered. I couldn't help smiling, it had been so long since I'd willingly brought a man orally. Strangely, I felt a little more whole feeling his seed slowly warm within me. Master Julien turned his head, his eyes quieted and returning to their usual soft grey. 'Thank you for that,' he whispered in my mind. 'You surprised me.' He smiled, sated by the pure human pleasure. I lowered my gaze, not slavishly, but respectful. "I surprised myself," I told him in a hushed tone. The empowerment I felt fading, pulling my arousal with it. I felt content to bask in the afterglow of Master and the girl. Cid slipped up onto the bed, distracting both Julien and I, and rousing the girl. He curled up on the bed, content to simply snuggle with us. His hand cupping his erection, stroking it gently as it began to shrink. The girl sat up slowly, pulling Master Julien's attention. She looked down at him, as he frowned. "I'm not what you think," she told him. "I -" "Áine." He interrupted, he pronounced it 'Awnya', as he sat up, meeting her eyes. "Not for a very long time, I lost that name, and those powers when I was raped and taken by one of the night creatures..." She kept any accusation from her voice, almost like she grouped the other vampires, and our Master separately, though they were the same. "It thought that it would be able to survive direct sunlight after it turned me, having taken all of my blood, only giving me a few drops of its own. That my seeming power over light and the sun would rid him of the curse of the dark..." She sighed. "It did not. I watched him burn in the morning sun." "But you are not a vampire." Master said, sitting up, and frowning. "You don't taste like one, you don't move like one, and obviously don't feed like one." "No, I am not. Blood does not sustain me. And the sun does not burn me. What I was before changed the magic of the blood." She turned away, her voice cracking. "I was foolish to have stayed out past sun-set, believing that my sway over the summer sun would ward off any evil. But as a goddess I was foolish; knowing only love, the miracles of growth and healing." "When I was raped, I tried to used my magic against him, and stop his heart as I had done when some drunken king had forced himself upon me, but this creature was immune to my magic. And soon had forced himself upon me, and changed me into something that would never be welcome within Cnoc Áine..." She sobbed quietly. She wiped the tears and turned back to Master Julien, shaking her head angrily. "I was taken, by another night creature from my homeland, and later sold as a slave. I passed as some exotic fey-human hybrid. My sweet, and intoxicating blood made me a specialty. That I can be drained and survive spared me from the usual slave treatment. I have been a slave for centuries...so many that I have lost count..." "I feed from the pain and love from humans." Her hand coming down to move across my healed chest, as I lay between she and Master. She looked down at me for a long time, the silence between she and Master Julien thick with unspoken words. "I will understand if you want to take me to the next sale, because I threaten your territory. Once-goddess or not, I am still your slave."