0 comments/ 8721 views/ 1 favorites Chameleon's Story Ch. 01 By: gothic_chameleon **From The Author- This is, after all, amateur fiction, by someone who is an admittedly awful speller, so I ask you to be patient with my mistakes. The next chapter will be along as soon as I can get it onto the computer, it's currently on the table in scattered sheets of paper. LOL I hope you enjoy this.** I lick my lips nervously and open the door before he can knock again. He stands there, leaning against the doorway, looking more like mythology manifest than anyone I should be allowed to be around. I manage a weak, twitchy smile and step back, out of his way, to allow him to enter. He smiles at me and walks in easily. I lock the door while he sits on the bed, and then turn and stare at him. He's staring at me in his own quiet way, so we simply watch each other for a long few minutes. "Come. Sit." he orders. I swallow a few times, wondering at the dryness of my mouth, and obey him. I agreed to this, after all. I tremble as if he'll hit me when he strokes down my arm, from my shoulder to my wrist, with the back of his hand. He looks up at me (he had been staring at my shaking hands) and smiles softly. "I suppose you wish for me to tell you some tired cliché about how I won't bite." he says. This time the full force of his British accent hits me, and I smile more naturally. "Well," I laugh, "it's not as if you will, is it?" He stares at me for a long moment, those dark blue eyes unfathomable. "Yes." he says finally. I blink, since it's an unusual answer, but I doubt he means what I think he means. At least, I hope he doesn't. I think I hope he doesn't. God, I'm confused. He strokes my throat with one long, pale hand, his unerring fingers finding my pulse immediately. I tremble again as his smile becomes more predatory. "You are afraid." "No shit." I laugh, surprised again. I feel a sudden pain and find myself on my back, my cheek stinging from the force of the blow. He slapped me! He straddles me, capturing both wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head. "You know better." he whispers. I stare at him for a second, wanting to argue, but I do. He's told me, multiple times, the stress he puts on proper respect. "I'm sorry, master." I mumble finally. And I am. I truly don't want to piss him off. I suppose technically I'm not sorry about the right thing, then. I conveniently leave this out of the conversation and smile brightly. "Well, it's definitely you at least." He smiles again, showing off white, even fangs. I shiver and whimper as he begins unbuttoning my shirt. He smiles, that same predatory smile again, and kisses me slowly. I moan at the taste of him, my fear temporarily removed, and squeak in protest when he pulls away. He undoes the clasp on my new bra, bought just for this occasion, a nice black push up that I absolutely love. I wiggle, uncomfortable again, and gasp when he pinches my left nipple, not gently but hard, causing a little explosion of pain. He brings his mouth to the other and suckles hungrily, letting the intense new pleasure offset the pain. He pulls away suddenly, away from everything, his face unreadable again. "Take everything off." he orders. I hesitate, but make it to my feet at the thought of his tongue on me again. The shirt and bra I just slip off, but the jeans and panties are harder. For one, the clothes fit tighter, and for two, I can see the hunger in his eyes as I push them both off my hips and let them drop to the floor. I step out of them, shivering, and drop to my knees rather naturally, kneeling with my head down. "Good girl." he whispers. He drops to his knees before me, taking up a position much like mine, and places himself carefully with my hands on his shoulder and my nipple rubbing against the cotton of his shirt. I moan, realizing that I want him naked too. I swallow the completely indecent request and put my head on his shoulder. We stay like that, almost comfortable since the temperature in the room is actually rather warm. Then, with a soft sigh on his part, it begins. His finger tips brush down my body, feathering through my curves until he finds my clit. I gasp, jerking back, but he holds me still, his fingers taking up a slow, steady rhythm. I moan hoarsely, my head falling forward again when I realize I can't do anything. "You are confused by this, yes? You agreed to feed me." he murmurs, his voice velvety against my ears. I moan my agreement as he begins rubbing a little faster. "I feed off of lust as well, and I thought this would be nice payment since you were so good as to offer. And, I must admit, the idea of having your naked beauty under my control was and still is utterly delicious." "Please." I manage, dry mouthed. He kisses me again as he rubs faster, flicking his thumb over my clit as another finger very gently probes my dripping wetness. I moan, no longer protesting in the least, and spread my legs a little wider. He rakes his fangs over my pulse, forcing me higher. I let out a startled half yell as I cum on his fingers, half pleasure, and half pain from his carefully timed bite. The pain lasts only a second before the pleasure kicks in, not erasing it but incorporating it until I come down. He smiles, looking very satisfied with himself. The wound on my breast is very clean, barely a wound at all. It would be visible if I wore a bathing suit, but I don't own anything that would show it. I stare into his eyes, hopelessly confused. One thing is certain- I should have known better than to come. He kisses me gently. "You belong to me now, my pet." he whispers in between kisses. "You will never be free of your ache for more of me." "No." I snarl, suddenly shoving him back. He doesn't try to stop me as I jerk my pant on and pull his shirt over my head, since mine has too many buttons to do in a hurry. He simply watches me run out, his words echoing in my head. Chameleon's Story Ch. 02 **Author's Note** Once again- work of amateur fiction, horrible speller, and goes better in sequence (I would assume, you may prefer to skip around and read only the chapters you like). Thanks to all of my friends for suffering through reading this. :D ** * I walk around the mall, prowling for a job. I've been sleeping in the cemetery for a week now, and I've only eaten four days out of seven, so I think it's about time I get some money. I enter the used books store and relax immediately. I browse the aisles, knowing I'm broke but unable to help myself. I make my way to the counter and paste an entirely fake smile in place before looking up. "Hello, my pet." Nathan whispers. He looks as surprised to see me as I am. I suck up my pride and return to smiling. "Are you hiring?" I ask. It's actually strange to see him here. I always assumed that he lived in another state, somewhere rugged yet urbane. Like him, basically. So much for that. I don't know about the rest of Tennessee, but Pigeon Forge is mostly tourist tat. He stares at me for a long moment, so long I think he might never answer. I consider turning and walking back the way I came, or well, a faster route to the door. I don't want to deal with him. He nods and writes something down on a piece of paper before handing it to me. "This good for you?" he asks. His voice is calm, professional, no hint of strain or lust. For some strange reason that annoys me, although technically I should be grateful. I read over it and have to fight not to squeal. Ten dollars an hour is pretty good for a high school drop out. Even if I didn't drop out for conventional reasons. I nod, going stoic myself, then hug him spontaneously. He smiles against my neck and sniffs. I washed off, and my clothes are clean, so I know I don't smell bad. He sighs and lets me pull away. I flinch slightly when he brushes my throat, not because I think he'll actually hurt me, but because of previous experience. I have a painful moment, remembering what my ex boyfriend said just before he slit my throat, but it passes. They've become less frequent, and they don't last as long, but they're still debilitating. I look up at Nathan, slightly confused, and remember the other occasional side effect of my little memories- I do something similar to a seizure, except I stop breathing as well as losing what little balance I have. He cradles me gently, seemingly content to hold me. I notice a bit obtusely that my weight doesn't seem to make much of a difference to him. Of course it is only a hundred pounds or so, but still. I sigh softly and manage a smile. "I'm fine." I whisper. I don't tell him to put me down, because I don't want him to. He's warm, and he's safe. He frowns. "You quit breathing." he says. I nod, since I'm well aware of this fact. He sighs and carries me up a set of stairs I hadn't previously noticed. He unlocks the door at the top of the stairs and puts me down on the couch. "I know you say you are fine, but humor me. Stay here as long as you need." he says. I roll my eyes but relax against the cushions. Suddenly I do feel very sleepy. He closes the door behind him after kissing the top of my head gently. I slip into my dreams almost immediately. They are not, I'm sorry to say, very pleasant. Somewhere in my mind I know this can't be happening, because it already has, but that doesn't really help any. I watch, tied in the floor again, as he kills my parents. He then comes toward me, holding that bloody fillet knife. I whimper, a little bit of self preservation kicking in. he just laughs and straddles me, forcing me onto my back. The pain in my hand and ankles is nothing compared to the fear I'm experiencing. "Please, you said you loved me." I manage. He sighs softly. "I still love you, but this is the only way I can be free of you. You brought this on yourself. I told you that you would always belong to me, didn't I?" he asks softly. I nod, sobbing freely now. He holds my head by my hair to keep me still and makes a neat slice, from ear to ear. I cough, feeling the pain and my blood leaving. He kisses my lips once before leaving me there to die. I wake up screaming, as always. I don't know how I survived. I remember warm hands and more blood, but not my own. I woke up in a hotel room across the state line. Some one saved me. I remember his face, his whispered comments, telling me to be safe, even his name, but it all seems unreal. I remember watching on the news later, about how my body was never found, although I was presumed dead. I still wonder if he knows I'm alive. I roll out of bed, seeking to concentrate on something else. Night has fallen, so several hours have passed. I listen carefully, but no sounds from below. The view from my window shows the entire place to be deserted. I nod and go take a shower, washing off the sweat, and change into my pajamas. It's about time for me to do laundry again. I walk through the living/bed room and into the kitchen. It's small, but clean and well equipped. I smile cheerfully and cook dinner for myself. It's been days since I've eaten. With a full stomach I return to the living/bed room and search a little. There's a small chest of drawers that the television and digital video disc player sit upon. I open the top drawer and find a light blanket, which I spread out on the futon. I go to the next drawer, looking for something to watch, and find a stack of numbered digital video discs. I shrug and put in number one, grabbing the remote as I flop back on the bed. When he pops up on the screen, dressed, along with a buxom, naked, slutty looking blonde, I laugh. My immediate thought is to turn it off, but then he smiles and pulls his shirt over his head. I stare at his muscular chest, getting wet already. The girl whispers something. He nods, and she crawls forward. I watch her unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free. I lean forward without thinking, my fingers questing under my pants. She begins to suck as I begin to touch myself slowly, thinking about pleasing him like that. He moans softly and picks up a small, thin whip. She jerks every time he hits her back, but continues to suck. I give up on this and just pull my pants and panties off. I dig in my backpack for my bullet vibrator, keeping an eye on the screen. I push the button, but the batteries are dead. Of course. I go to the chest of drawers and open the third one down. It contains, just like I hoped, an interesting array of sex toys. I step back into my panties and choose a remote controlled egg. I drop it in and begin sucking on one of the more realistic dildos. He's now got her bent over a counter. In fact, I think it might be the counter down in the book store. He continues whipping her, but even I can tell she's enjoying herself. She has something flexible and bright pink filling both her ass and her pussy while Nathan uses his finger to play with her clit. She speaks up for the first time. "Master, yes, please, fuck this whore, punish me, this whore is so sorry." she screams. He smiles, but I notice it's more of a smirk. He quits whipping her and lifts her, putting her pussy to his face and her face to his jutting cock. She sucks enthusiastically, but he does nothing for her that I can see. She sucks for a good ten minutes. I turn the vibe up higher, close to cumming in my panties. He shoves her off, letting her land in the floor, and pumps his cock with his hand a few times before he cums all over her. She keeps her mouth open, licking up as much as possible. "You will never cheat on me again." he says calmly. She nods, crawling forward to be closer to him. He smirks again and grabs her by the hair, dragging her to the door. It is a book store, but it's not this one. He shoves her out of the door and locks it behind her. She sobs and pounds the glass while he ignores her before finally disappearing. The screen goes blank and I close my eyes, turning up the vibrator even high. I bite the covers to keep from screaming as I cum. I clean everything up- wiping off the vibe and the remote, putting them back in their proper places- but keep the panties on. I feel incredibly tired suddenly and curl up under my cover. This time when I don't remember my dreams. Chameleon's Story Ch. 03 **Author's Note** Yep, yep, this is chapter three. repeat my previous comments, and I'd like to add that this is probably not proper employer-employee behaviour. It is, however, very fun.** * I wake up an hour late, but completely rested. I forego the shower, but brush my teeth with a vengeance after breakfast. Clean and dressed in a tube top and my only miniskirt, I sashay down the stairs and begin my morning sweep. He walks in and stops when he sees me. I put the broom away neatly and stand in front of the counter. "What do you want me to do now?" I ask. He relocks the door and lifts me onto the counter, his hands sliding up my skirt. I moan as his fingers brush the top of my hose, which are only thigh high. I decided to do the garter and hose thing today. May have been a bad choice. He jerks my panties off and gives me a long, sampling lick. I can feel his fingers stroking me through the sheer nylon, which rubs slightly as I move. Then again, I suppose it might have been the right choice. He licks me again, making me moan. I plant my hands behind me and let my head fall back as I spread my legs further. He slides a finger inside me, and then smiles as he brings it to my lips. I suck obediently, my eyes wide, and yelp as he twists my hair around his other hand. He moves his finger in and out, making me suck until he's clean. Then he kisses me hungrily, pressing our bodies tightly together, and grinds against me. I moan, kissing back, until he shoves me back. I stare at him, stunned, as he walks to his office. "List is next to the register." he says. He closes the door behind him. I search for my underwear for a few minutes, but I can't find them, so I unlock the door and begin cleaning. A few customers come by, but I'm fine until about ten. "Hello." a quiet, musical voice says. I flinch, since I had thought I was completely alone and was day dreaming about my love. He puts a gentle hand on my shoulder and turns me. I look up into his eyes, which are a startling shade of violet. "Are you okay?" I nod slowly, confused. There's something oddly familiar about him. I look over and see Nathan in the doorway to his office. He smiles when I take my own weight and waves to Damien to come. I think that before it actually processes. "Damien." I mutter, trying to remember where I know the name from. He turns back to me, making me think I'm right. I remember suddenly and shiver, blushing as well. "You were blonde then." he murmurs. I realize suddenly that he recognized me instantly. Well, it's not often that you find someone covered in blood. Nathan looks confused, and Damien notices, but he just shakes his head. "She will tell her if she wishes to do so." I smile gratefully and hug him. He looks surprised for a second, but hugs me back. Nathan looks absolutely dumbfounded. Damien sniffs and laughs softly. "He is a much better choice, I admit." he says. I blush and go back to cleaning. Nathan looks at me a bit desperately, and I realize he's not used to being the one in the dark. I smile wickedly. "Do you realize you just hugged an assassin?" he asks curiously. I laugh to myself, thinking about what he's done to an assassin. Of course, I'm out if work due to some ethical issues, but still. "I take it you haven't told him much about your past." Damien comments. I shake my head and reach for a book on a shelf just above my head, forgetting that my panties have disappeared. They both forget the conversation and stare at the sliver of exposed ass. I blush, dropping to the floor rather quickly. Nathan comes forward and kisses me slowly, reaching down to cup my ass. I press myself to him with a soft mewl of joy and kiss back, once again managing to forget everything for a few seconds. This time when it comes back to me, I don't push him away because I can't. I'm pressed to the bookcase, grinding against him, forgetting we're in public, near people, and again forgetting everything in my past. Damien clears his throat, but Nathan keeps kissing me, and I can't say I mind. I moan loudly and wrap my legs around his waist. Damien sighs exasperatedly. "If you're going to fuck, could you at least do it in your office or something?" he says. Nathan looks up from my dizzy, goofy face and smiles, considering it. "Master, please." I moan, grinding against him. He kisses me once more and sighs. "Give me an hour." he orders, but I hear the faint note of pleading. I go back to my list, sulking and unbelievably horny. Damien laughs softly, recognizing my expression, and kisses my forehead. I glare at him too before they disappear into my office. It's only half of an hour before he comes back out and locks the door behind Damien. He turns to me with a careful smile, and I realize he's nervous. I stare at him, thinking about that video still in my digital video disc player. Oh, shit, it's still in my digital video disc player! Or well, his. Maybe he'll think he left it there. I bite my lip and smile demurely. "Would you like to come up for a drink?" I ask. He smiles a little more confidently and mounts the stairs a few behind me, watching my exposed ass and pussy the entire way. I unlock the door and go to the fridge. "What would you like?" "You." he says. I look at him, sprawled on the couch, and decide not to disagree. Instead, I come forward obediently and stand in front of him. "Yes, master." I whisper, because I know it drives him crazy. Besides, I want him to be my master. I want to be lost in my forgetfulness with him. He slides a finger inside me and smiles, pleased at my wetness. "Do you want me?" he asks. I nod, moaning, unable to speak as he finger fucks me. He smiles coldly. "Kneel then." I obey quickly, although I meet his eyes until he uses the remote to turn on the digital video disc player on. He smiles broadly as he watches himself on the television, rapidly fucking that lucky blonde. I blush and look at the floor fixedly until he kisses me. I moan softly and lean towards him, but he pulls away. "Do you want to be my pet? You know what I am, I assume, and you know what I need to do." he asks. I look into those green eyes and kiss him gently, barely touching his lips behind his rings. "Yes, master." I answer, much louder and more confidently than before. He smiles broadly for a moment before jerking me on top of him. In a second I'm pinned under him. He puts straps around my wrists and ankles, something soft but well fitting, and clips them to the corners of the bed via short chains. I whimper, lying spread eagle beneath him, horny and slightly afraid. He smiles wickedly and unzips my top, throwing it to the floor. The look in his eyes when he sees the blood red corset beneath makes me shiver, but not in fear. My mouth goes dry as he wedges his fingertips under the bottom and jerks it down, exposing my erect pink nipples. I gasp softly as his mouth goes over the left one. I arch, thrusting my nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, then rakes his teeth over it. I moan loudly, squeaking at the light pain. "Normally I would gag you, but I want to hear every sound from your lovely little mouth." he says, kissing me again. I moan, pressing myself to him, and yelp when he twists my other nipple. He goes back to sucking the left as he twists the right harder. I beg softly, wordlessly, and he switches, now abusing the left nipple. He bites my breast, the other one this time, and drinks my blood, looking blissful. After a few seconds he pulls away and disappears to a room I hadn't previously noticed. I test my bonds quietly, wondering just how helpless I am. He comes back and catches me. He smiles wickedly, watching me test them, and then straddles me. He blindfolds me carefully, and then strokes my nipples again until they become erect and stand straight up. I lick my lips in anticipation and nearly scream when he puts something on the first one. A few tears do escape, but I manage not to burst his ear drum. When he does the same to the right nipple, I'm a little more prepared, and manage to let out only a pained little whimper. He flicks them, making the pain increase even as the pleasure does too. "You don't like this." he comments quietly. I shake my head, whimpering softly. He licks them gently, making the pleasure more intense. I moan, arching, making it better but increasing the pain. "Do you want me to take them off?" I shake my head, working on not speaking. I'm afraid I'll say something stupid. He smiles against my skin so I'll know he's pleased and moves lower. I feel something plastic touch my clit and flinch, but it's just a vibrator. I drop the just and gasp when he turns it on. God, it feels good. He slides two fingers inside my pussy and pumps slowly while he buzzes my clit. I moan and relax, trying to give him more access, but he doesn't need my help. He brings me to orgasm quickly before pulling away. "Now you are going to please me, my little darling." he whispers huskily. I hear the intended menace and whimper, but he just laughs and straddles my chest. "Suck." I open my mouth and after a bit of searching with my tongue that probably looked rather hilarious, manage to bring the tip to my mouth. I suck gently, closing my eyes, and realize this is making me wetter. I whirl my tongue over the tip, enjoying myself until he pushes a little further in. I pause for a moment, then angle my head a little and suck, closing my eyes again. I know I'm in darkness either way, but there's something comforting about this, something that would make me sleepy if my nipples didn't ache and I wasn't considering how much trouble tying him up would get me in. he tweaks my nipples, making me yelp, and then moan. He groans and fists one hand in my hair, moving his cock in and out. The blindfold slips and I can see him, his eyes half closed and a satisfied smile on his face. I look lower, still sucking, and moan at the sight of his muscular body. Come to think of it, this is the first time he's been naked with me. He pulls out before orgasming and fixes my blindfold, much to my disappointment. I nearly scream when he begins finger fucking me again. It feels so good. He makes me orgasm again by continuing the fucking and flicking my clit with his thumb. I squeal, arching up against him. He rips the blindfold off and smiles hungrily, no longer in the least nervous. I'm too exhausted to be nervous myself, so at least there's that. He stares into my eyes, watching my expression for a moment, and then jerks off the first clip. This time I do scream. He sucks on it again, making the pain leave. I relax, forgetting about the other nipple until he jerks it off too. He sucks on it until I'm relaxed again, staring up at him with a soft smile. "Master." I whisper. He smiles and kisses me slowly, then props himself up on his elbows. I whimper softly when I feel his cock on my thigh and start to close my eyes as he slides inside me. "No, please, I want to watch." he says. I open my eyes, staring up into his, and squeal softly as he enters me. It doesn't hurt, but somehow it's unexpected. I force myself to breathe, even though it's coming out in short little pants. He smiles, kisses me again, and fucks me hard, thrusting into me. One of the greatest thing about sleeping with a vampire is that the majority of their bodily functions are under voluntary control, for example, blood flow, which, considering they have centuries to perfect their technique and can usually feed on the pleasure of their partners, makes them an amazing lay. He makes me orgasm on his hard cock repeatedly, and then pulls out again. I moan in protest as he walks back to that room. He blindfolds me again and shoves a vibrator into my tender pussy. I squeal again as he turns it on. I want him, not plastic, damn it. He straddles my chest again and makes me suck, putting a little pressure on my throat to restrict my breathing. I suck harder, trying to breathe through my nose. He orgasms in my mouth, staying in to make sure I swallow. I obey, whimpering his name. He relaxes on top of me, kissing me gently. "Um, Master?" I ask, trying to be at least semi polite. He looks at me for a long moment before he understands. He laughs softly and unties me, curling up against me. I fall asleep tangled with him. Chameleon's Story Ch. 04 I wake up soaking wet and slightly confused, my hips bucking in another orgasm even as my sleep fogged mind tries to comprehend why there's another being in my bed. I bite his shoulder and reach down to take the vibrator out, but he grabs my wrist. I take the hint and put my arms above my head. He then rolls me over onto my back and lifts my legs, positioning himself to slide into my ass. Luckily, I've already experienced anal sex, so I don't panic nearly as much as the first time, but I still don't enjoy it. He stares at me for a moment, and then sighs. I stay in that position as he goes for something else. He comes back, surprisingly empty handed, and pulls me to the edge of the futon before sliding inside me. I gasp as his slick cock fills me. The little bit of my mind left theorizes that he went for lube. He smiles wickedly. "Do you like this?" he asks. I consider that. I still don't like anal sex, but I like being close to him and being warm. He smiles more gently at my indecision and grabs my hips. I stare up at him as we both stay still for a long moment. Then he begins pounding into me, fucking my ass hard enough to force me up the bed, away from him, but for his hands anchoring me to him. This particular position has an added bonus- every time he slides inside me, he hits not only my clit but also the vibrator still sticking out of my pussy. I cling to the sheets, enjoying my fullness, whimpering helplessly. This is much more fun than I thought. I feel myself about to cum and moan, only to feel him pinching my clit hard. "You will ask first." he hisses, his menace slightly marred by his breathlessness. I whimper in pain and he lets go, still pounding as he waits for me to ask. "Please, master, may I cum?" I pant. He smiles hungrily. "What are you going to do for me?" he purrs. I stare up at him blankly, struggling not to cum until he allows it. He laughs and shakes his head. "My little innocent. Cum for me, now." He stops completely while pressed against me. I squeal in protest, but I'm already cumming on him. He smiles again and pulls out completely, and then takes my vibrator away. I whimper softly until he picks me up. He carries me to the shower and steps in with me. I moan softly as he shoves me against the wall. He soaps both of us up, teasing me every chance he gets, and slides inside me again. I gasp loudly as he pounds my pussy. He pulls out after a few minutes and jams the tip into my ass before he cums. I whimper as he pulls out of my ass too, leaving his cum to drip out. "Now clean me off." he orders. I drop to my knees before him and suck the tip of his cock. He steps back into the water, taking his cock away from me. "Stand up and put your hands against the wall." he orders. I scramble to my feet and obey as quickly as I can. "Spread your legs wider. Good girl." I wait tensely for him to touch me, to fuck me, to do something. Instead I feel water, just barely putting any pressure against my clit. I moan and wiggle, wanting more, wanting him inside me. I push myself back, but he snarls, making me go back to my former position. He turns the pressure up a little higher, making me pant. I want to cum, damn him. I spread my legs a little wider and feel his cock against my ass. I mewl softly, waiting for him to enter me, but he just stays still aside from turning the water pressure a little higher. The stream is actually a little painful now, and I shift from side to side, trying to keep the full force from hitting my clit. He laughs softly, turns up the pressure a little more, and slides inside me. I squeak, jumping forward a little. He holds the water on my clit, staying absolutely still. I mewl again and again, trying to get out of the way, but the contact with him keeps me mostly in place. "Nathan, please." I whimper. He moves the water out of the way, but then slams me against the wall. I pant as he drives inside me, mewling again. He pulls out before he can cum and smiles. I tremble a little as he washes me off, but I don't protest, and I obey eagerly when he hands me the washcloth. We dry each other off, and then he disappears into that same room I hadn't noticed before. I get dressed for work, trying not to think about it. I'm just about to pull my skirt up when he comes back. He drops to his knees before me and pulls down my panties. I gasp softly as he slides a finger into my pussy. I'm still wet, I know. He smiles and slides a vibrator in, and then pulls my panties back up. I yelp softly as cold metal touches my clit when he slips an egg vibrator into my panties as well. I moan, wanting to rip all my clothes off and fuck him. He smiles cheerfully and pulls my skirt back up. While I'm pretty sure they're both vibrators, nothing is vibrating yet. I stare at him for a long moment, confused. He laughs again and kisses me. "You are allowed to cum as many times as you are able, my pet." he whispers. He lays down on the couch and yawns. "I think I'll catch a nap." I go down the stairs, confused but still horny. While it isn't vibrating, the placement and occasionally pinch aren't making me any less horny. I open the doors and begin sweeping to make the store look at least a little more presentable when I feel the first buzz. It's short, but powerful. I almost trip, in fact. I look around, blushing, but no one is in here, so no one sees. A few minutes later I feel it again. I grip the counter until it passes and then unlock the door. I don't have a list today, so I just do whatever it looks like should be done. The little bursts begin coming more frequently, first every few minutes, and then every few seconds, until it's a constant buzz. I smile at my first customer of the day. "Anything I can help you with?" I ask with a bright smile. He looks me over slowly. "I take it you're Nathan's new pet." he says. My chin jerks up of its own will. "And why would you think that?" I ask coldly. He smiles arrogantly. "Because I can smell how close you are to cumming." he laughs. I blush and look away, but he kisses me. "Don't worry. It's a vampire thing. Is Nathan around?" I nod and hurry up the stairs, disappearing as quickly as I can. I definitely shouldn't have let him kiss me. Nathan opens his eyes and looks back at me. "I take it someone is here to see me." he comments. I nod. He closes his eyes for a moment before nodding. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Yes, master." I pant. I kneel before him. He smiles as well. "No matter the cost?" he asks softly. I look into his eyes for a long moment and swallow. "Please." I whisper. He nods again and kisses me slowly. I flush guiltily, and he laughs. "Come." he orders. He reaches into his pocket as we reach the stairs, and the buzzing gets far more intense. I whimper, stopping, but he jerks me forward, making me walk. I tremble as I stumble down the stairs, close to cumming. Nathan smiles at the new man and tosses him a set of keys. "Get the door, will you?" he asks. The other man nods and locks the door before unlocking his office. Nathan pushes me inside and moves all of his papers and other materials to the couch. "Get on the desk." I scramble up and sit on the edge, moaning at the pressure on both my pussy and my clit. Nathan simply watches as I cum, my hips bucking as I crave his cock. I pant afterwards. Gripping the desk, still horny. The vibe is still on my clit, drawing more panting from me. Nathan studies me for a long moment before nodding. "Cadman." Nathan says softly, politely. He pulls his eyes from me and unlocks the safe. Nathan watches my face as Cadman pulls out a sleek silver video camera. I whimper softly as he turns it on, adjusting the focus carefully. Nathan smiles when I look at him supplicating. "There are many different things in this room that are placed for a good angle, so if I wish for Cadman to join us, he can. Do you understand?" "Nathan, please." I whisper, dry mouthed. He sighs softly and slaps me, just barely hard enough to hurt. I stare at him, stunned. "Well?" he asks. I nod slowly. He smiles hungrily. "Remove your clothing." I jump a little and stand up. My fingers shake as I unbutton my shirt. I let it slide down my shoulders and off to the floor. I unhook my bra next and pull it off as well. Nathan comes forward and lifts them both, kissing the nipples gently. I pant softly as he sucks on the right one, rolling the left between his fingers. My hips buck as I cum again, pressing myself to him. I need him inside me. "Please." I beg. He pulls back. "Continue." he orders. I unzips my skirt and step out of it, and then bend down to undo my heels. "Leave them." I breathe slowly and carefully as I push my panties off. The egg vibe goes with them, falling with a soft sucking sound as it parts from my wet skin, but the larger vibrator stays in place. I look at Nathan, unsure of what to do. Cadman moans softly as Nathan lifts me back onto the desk. He picks up the vibe from amid my clothes and brings it to my mouth. I begin sucking it clean slowly, whimpering softly when his fingers feather down to my clit. He brushes it once, smiling when I moan, and moves lower, gripping the larger vibrator lodged in my pussy. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks. "Yes, please." I sob. He laughs softly and positions the egg vibe over my clit. I yelp when he moves me up the desk, until my head hangs off. "Cadman." he says softly. Cadman puts down the camera, adjusting the angle carefully until my soaked pussy is completely exposed, and stands in front of me, with his zipper level with my mouth. I look up at Nathan, panicked, but he just laughs. "You do this, and I'll fuck you right." Cadman pulls down his pants, exposing a cock that is large, hard, and mostly straight. I swallow convulsively, afraid. He shuffles forward a little, putting his cock to my lips. I lick slowly, swirling my tongue around the tip. Nathan begins using the vibrator to fuck me in earnest. I gasp and Cadman takes advantage, shoving his cock in until it bumps the back of my throat. I whimper, used at both ends and somehow still horny. I suck eagerly, marveling at how different he is from my master, but I nearly bite him when I cum. I manage to pull away at the last moment, moaning loudly. Cadman growls softly and shoves himself back in, holding my head still as he fucks my mouth. I tense at first and whimper, but everything continues as before, so I go back to sucking. He pulls out and cums on my perky breasts. I pant, embarrassed and aroused. Nathan is still fucking me with the vibrator and holding the other to my clit. I cum again as Cadman plays with my nipples, his cock brushing my cheek as he rolls them between his finger tips. I expect them to give me a minute, but they don't. Nathan smiles wolfishly and gives Cadman my feet. I struggle for a moment, hating being so exposed, but against the two of them I'm helpless. Hell, against either one of them I'm helpless. They both laugh as I squirm. I watch them exchange a look. Nathan pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and takes away the egg, leaving me suddenly cold. I stare at him, confused, until Cadman jerks my head back again. I gasp for breath and he shoves himself in, fucking my mouth hard. I moan and wiggle, bucking my hips as I cum again. Nathan shoves the vibrator in my ass and moves around behind Cadman. I watch curiously as he shoves the egg vibrator in Cadman's ass. He moans and fucks me harder. "Is she being good?" he asks, reaching around to tweak one of his nipples as the vibrations begin again. Cadman nods, still fucking me. "Does she deserve her treat then?" Cadman nods and pulls out. I moan as Nathan picks me up. Cadman lies back on the desk. Nathan puts me on top of him, making me straddles his face. I gasp, standing in my heels as Cadman's tongue delves into my dripping pussy. He begins nibbling and I moan, biting his thigh to shut myself up. He stops with a soft, strangled sigh. "Nathan." he whispers. Nathan lifts my head by the hair and looks into my eyes. "No biting." he orders. I blush and hang my head, but he lifts me again and kisses me. "Try sucking instead." I take his advice and close my eyes as I suck on Cadman's cock, wondering when I'll get fucked. I squeeze my legs around his head, moaning in approval as he sucks gently on my clit. Nathan drills into my pussy, making me jump and yelp. I grip the sides of the desk again, sucking hard as I'm licked and fucked. They make me cum before Nathan pulls away. He walks around to the other side of the desk and pulls my head up. "You'll do what I say?" he asks. I nod, licking my lips eagerly as I wonder what they'll do to me now. He studies my face for a moment, and then nods. "Straddle him, but don't let his cock enter you." I go up on my knees, positioning myself over Cadman's cock. He moans as I begin stroking him. Nathan watches me, amused. I feel the vibrator go higher and moan, slipping a little, until his cock is at the entrance to my pussy. He raises his hips eagerly until Nathan snarls. I scramble back up, whimpering softly. "Take the vibrator out." he orders. I obey, whimpering as I feel empty. He laughs softly and puts Cadman's cock between my ass cheeks. "Now let him fill you." I obey, whimpering softly. The only lubricant is my partially dried spit, so it hurts. I bounce a little, trying to get comfortable, but knowing the a cock is a bare inch from my aching pussy is too much for me. I yelp my frustration and bounce. Nathan smiles his approval and moves in closer, flipping the little screen around so I can watch Cadman's cock part my creamy white ass cheeks. I blush, even now, and he laughs, setting the camera on the bookshelf behind him so that it still shows that. Then he pushes me back, onto my back. "Hold her down." he orders. Cadman obeys eagerly, holding me tight to his muscular body. I tremble, wondering what my master has planned. He smiles demurely and gags me. I shake, my protests now muffled, and scream when he pulls out a set of nipple clamps. He moves around so the camera can catch all of this. Cadman begins sucking his cock eagerly, making me jealous. I whimper as he teases my nipples, prepping them for the coming pain. I try to fight, but I don't have a chance. Even distracted, Cadman is far stronger than me. I arch and kick, but Cadman simply wraps his legs around mine. I whimper, tears streaming down my face even though my eyes are squeezed shut. Nathan pauses and pulls the gag down, kissing me before I can open my mouth to beg. I tremble, resigned to the pain, but he just continues kissing me, his hands on my shoulders. "You really hate these, don't you?" he asks. I nod, but keep my eyes and mouth closed. He kisses me again and begins playing with my clit again. He kisses my nipples and bites the tips, making me squeak. I arch up for him eagerly, and he laughs. "Okay Cadman, time for you to earn your keep." Cadman lets me up. I sit on the edge of the desk, watching them both curiously. He kneels before me and begins licking me slowly, teasingly. I whimper and grip his hair, trying to press his face harder into my dripping pussy. He moans something and starts fucking me with his tongue, making me whimper. Nathan lifts me onto his lap, filling my pussy blissfully. I relax back against him, moaning occasionally. I cum hard, lubricating Nathan's cock. He switches to my tender ass and smiles. "Cadman." he says. Cadman stands excitedly after one long sampling lick and slides into my pussy. I gasp, experiencing true double penetration for the first time. I close my eyes, crying aloud in pleasure every time they move. Cadman fucks me earnestly, biting my shoulder. Nathan bites my other shoulder. I let my head fall back and nibble on Nathan's ear lobe, hungry for a taste of his blood. He laughs softly and gives me his wrist. I bite eagerly, cumming as they fuck me and feed.