Children Of The Night
By: Veronica Leigh Marquette
Chapter 1
She didn't know how long she had been knocked out, but it must have been at
least a half-hour, minimum. Because when she finally opened her eyes, moaning
in pain at the lump, she was sure she had, on the back of her head. She was
tied, gagged, stripped and belted in a car, she figured she had been knocked out
for at least half an hour, the night out of the window, was black, lifeless and
isolated. She struggled against the restraints, trying to cry out, but the gag
only let muffled sounds escape from her.
"Ah, I see you have returned to the land of the living, my dear." The same
soft, whisper that she had grown to hate so much and the cold hand reached out
to trail his fingers up her upper leg lightly. "Was beginning to wonder if I
had hit you too hard. Sorry for that, my dear, but, I was fairly sure that I
couldn't get you any other way." The hand kept moving up her leg, to press
lightly over her mound, a single finger parting the folds of her sex. He tisked
at her as she began to struggle, trying to pull away from him. "Now, now, my
dear, there is really nothing you can do to stop what is going to happen, so you
just might as well, stop this silly struggling. I have you, and I will keep
you." His hand turned hard as he grabbed her leg and pulled it, forcing her to
open her thighs.
'He's going to rape me'. Was her only clear though, as she felt his hands
continue, to molest her. 'No, of God no, he's going to rape me'. She whimpered
as she struggled even harder to get away from the hand that was touching her,
invading her most private of places.
"Ssshh, don't be afraid, child, I am not going to hurt you. In fact I am
going to give you life eternal. I only couldn't resist seeing your body,
touching the warmth of your skin." He pulled his hand away, holding his fingers
up to his nostrils. "Your scent, and," he slowly began to suck on his fingers
that had just been in her sex. "Your delightful taste, I am a patient man, my
dear, but if you only knew how long I have wanted to have you. I have come
every night, ate that over priced trash that you serve, and have dreamed of the
night I would take you. You really have that bore of an employer to thank for
this. I was going to wait a few more days, until I had time to fully prepare
for this. But after the way I was treated, I knew if I didn't act fast, I might
never have you at all. And that would be such a crime." He stopped at a lone
red light. Reaching over to lightly caress her breast closest to him. "I
promise you this, my dear, you will thank me once I am done. It has been almost
a century since last anyone was gifted with what I am gifting you tonight."
This time when he smiled at her, she screamed behind the gag. He displayed long
and obviously threatening fangs in his grin.
'He's, oh my God, he's', it made no sense to her, he couldn't be what he was
portraying. She was going to die. He would rape her, and then kill her. She
just shook her head, crying, trying hard to deny what would be her fate. She
was helpless, bound, gagged, naked, and this lunatic thought he was a vampire.
She closed her eyes, crying as she felt his hand on her again, stroking her
skin, lightly, almost teasingly.
He chuckled at her response to seeing what he truly was. "Now, now, my
dear, I assure you, you have nothing to fear from me, I won't even punish you,
much, for your lack of respect. You will quickly see, that the 'freak of
nature'," he quoted her from earlier. "Is more gentle than you ever thought I
would be. And far more forgiving than you deserve. I will not beat you for
your lack of respect. Rape yes, but I won't beat you. You will rapidly learn
that as masters go, I am far kinder than you fear." He turned off the main road
onto a lonely drive. "No, I change my mind. As I said, I am a far kinder
master than you think. I won't rape you, but instead, have you beg me to take
you, to ravage that sweetness of yours. And trust me, child, you will beg for
it." He pulled the car to a stop infront of an old dark and dank looking house.
"Welcome home dear." He turned off the engine.
* * *
She struggled against him as he unfastened her seat belt and lifted her into
his arms. For such a frail looking man, he was unbelievably strong, and could
carry her, struggling as hard as she was, with not signs of effort.
"Be still," he warned her as he sat her on her feet so that he could unlock
the door.
The room, which, he half led, half dragged her into, was dark. It looked
line not even the bright rays of the sun would filter through the heavy drapes,
and, as she looked at them hard, she saw the wooden planks over the windows.
"Now, child, are you going to give me trouble if I untie you?" He cupped her
face between his hands. "I do not wish to hurt you. But if I have to, I will,
so best you be good." He took the gag from her first. "Now talk to me girl,
will you force me to hurt you, or will you be good?"
Kris looked at him in terror, what was she supposed to say. That she would
just let him do this to her, that she wouldn't fight? "Please, I, I'm sorry,
please don't do this. I swear, I'll tell no one." She almost screamed at the
feelings of his hands on her body again. "Don't hurt me, please, I'll do
anything you say, just don't hurt me." She so wanted to pull away, but even as
he untied her, she couldn't, his grip held her where she was. "Please," an even
softer whisper than his.
"Answer me something, child. When I take you tonight, how many lovers have
you had before me?" Again his hands on her body, cupping her breast, playfully
tugging at her nipple. "Should I take care not to hurt you, or have you been
ridden many a time?"
She tried to pull away, but his arms just tightened, holding her there, to
him as his hands continued to toy with her skin. "Please, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to say anything, please. Don't do this." The reality of her helplessness
was sinking in fast. Twenty years of celibacy was going to be gone in one
brutal act of force.
He smiled at her gently, stroking her cheek, as he listened in on her
thoughts. She was still a virgin, such a rare thing in this day and age. "Hush
my dear, I promise, I will not hurt you without cause. Let this be your
punishment, look into my eyes girl." He knew full well how she would react to
him once he took her, will from her, pity really, it might be days before she
came back to herself, days he knew he wouldn't have with her, but discipline
must be maintained. At least while she was like this, he wouldn't have to worry
about her fighting him, he wouldn't have to, seriously, hurt her, 'physically'
at any rate. And he did not want to truly hurt her. Oh she would make such a
sweet Childe. And she would be his, for how ever long he had, before those damn
fools felt the change. But he was so tired of having to follow the law. So
with this one, this sweet child, he would break the most sacred of all the laws.
The one that no one dare break. He would make a Childe of the Night, a vampire,
without, there, being one die before her.
She whimpered low in her chest as she felt herself falling into his black
eyes. She couldn't fight, couldn't resist, it was that, that was the most
frightening thing, she had no will.
"Now child, do you hear me?" She nodded, whimpering softly. "Good, now you
will beg me to punish you, to take your maidenhood, to bend you to my passions."
He leaned in and kissed her softly. "Beg girl, I want to hear you beg."
'Beg', yes, she could do that. It was all she could do as she leaned
forward. "Please, yes, punish this one, she was bad, please, punish her."
Again that whisper like chuckle. "So you wish me to punish you?" He
stepped back leaving her to stand free as he released her. "Tell me," his
voice, though never above a whisper, became cold. "'Little slave', tell your
master, how you wish to be punished. Beg me to bend you to my pleasures." A
single hand pressed against he sex again, "Part your legs girl, this is mine and
I will do with it as I see fit." His words were cold, but his touch was gentle.
He did not wish to harm the girl greatly.
She sobbed against his lips as she felt his cold hand begin to touch her, to
stroke, oh so lightly. "Yes, Master, your slave, she, she begs you to take her,
to," even though she couldn't stop herself, part of her soul screamed as her
body pressed farther into his grasp. "Rape her." And no amount of loss of will
could stop the sobs.
He shushed her, kissing her softly, again. "No, child, I will not rape you.
Your willingness to lay for me, is enough." He bent lifting her, to carry her
down the hall to the other room, to the bed that was there. "Ssshh, my dear,
you have been punished. This is nothing but joy, from this point forward, there
is nothing be joy." He lay her on the side of the bed, pulling back to smile
down at her. "Come here little slave, undress your master, let me feel those
pretty lips of yours on me." He touched her cheek again. "I want to feel your
mouth on my girl. I have wanted that since I saw you. And now, you will give
me what I want, will you not?"
Kris almost hurt herself in her haste to go to her knees, struggling to
unfasten his belt and loosen his trousers, pulling them down over his hips, to
seek his rapidly growing erection. "Like this Master?" She reached out with a
trembling hand and touched the hardening shaft. "You want her to blow you
Master?"
This time his laugh wasn't soft, but full throated as he stroked her cheek,
pulling her forward to feel her mouth open and take him inside it. "Oh yes,
child, that is what I want indeed." She was such a willing little thing. He
was beginning to believe that he hadn't had to take her will at all, that all it
would have taken was just a little patience and she would have given in to him,
willingly. 'Oh well, hindsight was forever perfect'. His hand tangled in her
hair as he began to thrust harder into her delightfully warm mouth. "Relax,
little slave." He whispered, as she began to gag as the head of his erection
pressed against the back of her throat. "Swallow me, girl. Relax your throat
and try to swallow."
She struggled to do as he ordered, leaning forward to lay her hands on his
hips as she felt him begin to thrust into her mouth harder, moaning softly as
she fought off the urge to choke for air, as he forced himself deeper down her
throat. She had never done this, had no idea what it would be like, what it
would taste like if he made her blow him to orgasm. And now like this, she
wanted to. Anything to please her master, his very happiness fastly becoming
her very reason for living.
"Touch yourself, little slave, I want to see you bring yourself pleasure."
He smiled down at her as she began to sob softly as her right hand reached down
and began to masturbate. "Don't be shy with yourself girl, I want to see you
lost in all that you can feel."
She closed her eyes, a hard erection in her mouth and the feel of her
fingers as she began rubbing lightly at her clitoris, combined to make her that
much more willing to obey. He was pleased with her, was going to see to it that
she felt joy, even as he did. She increased her efforts on his maleness as her
fingers began to rub even harder against her clitoris, reaching down to begin to
timidly thrust inside, fingers deep in her sex, pulling at her labia and
clitoris eagerly.
"Try not to cum before I do, slave, if you do, I will be forced to punish
you again, and alas, begging will not suffice if you fail me this time. I will
have to do more than simply, have, you beg me to take you. So do try to control
yourself for me." He had forgotten what absolute power felt like, it had been
so very long. That now, with the feel of it again, he was beginning to think of
all the things he could do to her. Yes, he would take her mortality, but with
her will gone, he could do oh so much more. "Oh no, Kris," he chided as Kris
began to lighten her touch on herself. "Continue as you were, I want you to
cum, my pretty little slave. I cannot punish you without reason, so give me
one." His mind lashed at hers. *Cum, girl, cum now. *
She moaned, as she came, sobbing around the hardness in her mouth. He would
punish her now, and it would be more than just begging. He would hurt her.
"Pull away child." He steadied her as she leaned against him, spasming in
the midst of her orgasm. "We will finish this after your punishment. Get up
and lay on the bed, on your stomach. I do so want to feel that sweet little ass
as I sodomize you. If you are a virgin to men, then I am sure that no man has
ever taken you like I will now."
It took her a moment to regain control over her body, but Kris obeyed,
shaking as much from the wonderful, mind numbing, orgasm she had just had as
from the knowledge that her master would hurt her, would punish her, and this
was how he would chose to do it. "Your slave is sorry Master." She cried
softly. "Please, she tried, forgive her."
She didn't know how long she had been knocked out, but it must have been
at least a half-hour, minimum. Because when she finally opened her eyes,
moaning in pain at the lump, she was sure she had, on the back of her head. She
was tied, gagged, stripped and belted in a car, she figured she had been knocked
out for at least half an hour, the night out of the window, was black, lifeless
and isolated. She struggled against the restraints, trying to cry out, but the
gag only let muffled sounds escape from her.
"Ah, I see you have returned to the land of the living, my dear." The same
soft, whisper that she had grown to hate so much and the cold hand reached out
to trail his fingers up her upper leg lightly. "Was beginning to wonder if I
had hit you too hard. Sorry for that, my dear, but, I was fairly sure that I
couldn't get you any other way." The hand kept moving up her leg, to press
lightly over her mound, a single finger parting the folds of her sex. He tisked
at her as she began to struggle, trying to pull away from him. "Now, now, my
dear, there is really nothing you can do to stop what is going to happen, so you
just might as well, stop this silly struggling. I have you, and I will keep
you." His hand turned hard as he grabbed her leg and pulled it, forcing her to
open her thighs.
'He's going to rape me'. Was her only clear though as she felt his hands
continue to molest her. 'No, of God no, he's going to rape me'. She whimpered
as she struggled even harder to get away from the hand that was touching her,
invading her most private of places.
"Ssshh, don't be afraid, child, I am not going to hurt you. In fact I am
going to give you life eternal. I only couldn't resist seeing your body,
touching the warmth of your skin." He pulled his hand away, holding his fingers
up to his nostrils. "Your scent, and," he slowly began to suck on his fingers
that had just been in her sex. "Your delightful taste, I am a patient man, my
dear, but if you only knew how long I have wanted to have you. I have come
every night, ate that over priced trash that you serve, and have dreamed of the
night I would take you. You really have that bore of an employer to thank for
this. I was going to wait a few more days, until I had time to fully prepare
for this. But after the way I was treated, I knew if I didn't act fast, I might
never have you at all. And that would be such a crime." He stopped at a lone
red light. Reaching over to lightly caress her breast closest to him. "I
promise you this, my dear, you will thank me once I am done. It has been almost
a century since last anyone was gifted with what I am gifting you tonight."
This time when he smiled at her, she screamed behind the gag. He displayed long
and obviously threatening fangs in his grin.
'He's, oh my God, he's', it made no sense to her, he couldn't be what he was
portraying. She was going to die. He would rape her, and then kill her. She
just shook her head, crying, trying hard to deny what would be her fate. She
was helpless, bound, gagged, naked, and this lunatic thought he was a vampire.
She closed her eyes, crying as she felt his hand on her again, stroking her
skin, lightly, almost teasingly.
He chuckled at her response to seeing what he truly was. "Now, now, my
dear, I assure you, you have nothing to fear from me, I won't even punish you,
much, for your lack of respect. You will quickly see, that the 'freak of
nature'," he quoted her from earlier. "Is more gentle than you ever thought I
would be. And far more forgiving than you deserve. I will not beat you for
your lack of respect. Rape yes, but I won't beat you. You will rapidly learn
that as masters go, I am far kinder than you fear." He turned off the main road
onto a lonely drive. "No, I change my mind. As I said, I am a far kinder
master than you think. I won't rape you, but instead, have you beg me to take
you, to ravage that sweetness of yours. And trust me, child, you will beg for
it." He pulled the car to a stop infront of an old dark and dank looking
house.. "Welcome home dear." He turned off the engine.
* * *
She struggled against him as he unfastened her seat belt and lifted her into
his arms. For such a frail looking man, he was unbelievably strong, and could
carry her, struggling as hard as she was, with not signs of effort.
"Be still," he warned her as he sat her on her feet so that he could unlock
the door.
The room, which, he half led, half dragged her into, was dark. It looked
line not even the bright rays of the sun would filter through the heavy drapes,
and, as she looked at them hard, she saw the wooden planks over the windows.
'Now, child, are you going to give me trouble if I untie you?" He cupped her
face between his hands. "I do not wish to hurt you. But if I have to, I will,
so best you be good." He took the gag from her first. "Now talk to me, girl,
will you forceme hurt you, or will you be good?"
Kris looked at him in terror, what was she supposed to say. That she would
just let him do this to her, that she wouldn't fight? "Please, I, I'm sorry,
please don't do this. I swear, I'll tell no one." She almost screamed at the
feelings of his hands on her body again. "Don't hurt me, please, I'll do
anything you say, just don't hurt me." She so wanted to pull away, but even as
he untied her, she couldn't, his grip held her where she was. "Please," an even
softer whisper than his.
"Answer me something, child. When I take you tonight, how many lovers have
you had before me?" Again his hands on her body, cupping her breast, tugging
lightly at her nipple. "Should I take care not to hurt you, or have you been
ridden many a time?"
She tried to pull away, but his arms just tightened, holding her there, to
him as his hands continued to toy with her skin. "Please, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to say anything, please. Don't do this." The reality of her helplessness
was sinking in fast. Twenty years of celibacy was going to be gone in one
brutal act of force.
He smiled at her gently, stroking her cheek, as he listened in on her
thoughts. She was still a virgin, such a rare thing in this day and age. "Hush
my dear, I will not hurt you, let this be your punishment, look into my eyes
girl." He knew full well how she would react to him once he took her, will from
her, pity really, it might be days before she came back to herself, days he knew
he wouldn't have with her, but discipline must be maintained. At least while
she was like this, he wouldn't have to worry about her fighting him, he wouldn't
have to, seriously, hurt her, 'physically' at any rate. And he did not want to
truly hurt her. Oh she would make such a sweet Childe. And she would be his,
for how ever long he had, before those damn fools felt the change. But he was
so tired of having to follow the law. So with this one, this sweet child, he
would break the most sacred of all the laws. The one that no one dare break.
He would make a Childe of the Night, a vampire, without, there, being one die
before her.
She whimpered low in her chest as she felt herself falling into his black
eyes. She couldn't fight, couldn't resist, it was that, that was the most
frightening thing, she had no will.
"Now child, do you hear me?" She nodded, whimpering softly. "Good, now you
will beg me to punish you, to take your maidenhood, to bend you to my passions."
He leaned in and kissed her softly. "Beg girl, I want to hear you beg."
'Beg', yes, she could do that. It was all she could do as she leaned
forward. "Please, yes, punish this one, she was bad, please, punish her."
Again that whisper like chuckle. "So you wish me to punish you?" He
stepped back leaving her to stand free as he released her. "Tell me," his
voice, though never above a whisper, became cold. "'Little slave', tell your
master, how you wish to be punished. Beg him to bend you to his pleasures." A
single hand pressed against he sex again, "Part your legs girl, this is mine and
I will do with it as I see fit." His words were cold, but his touch was gentle.
He did not wish to harm the girl greatly.
She sobbed against his lips as she felt his cold hand begin to touch her, to
stroke, oh so lightly. "Yes, Master, your slave, she, she begs you to take her,
to," even though she couldn't stop herself, part of her soul screamed as her
body pressed farther into his grasp. "Rape her." And no amount of loss of will
could stop the sobs.
He shushed her, kissing her softly, again. "No, child, I will not rape you.
Your willingness to lay for me, is enough." He bent lifting her, to carry her
down the hall to the other room, to the bed that was there. "Ssshh, my dear,
you have been punished. This is nothing but joy, from this point forward, be as
sweet as you are right now, and there is nothing be joy." He lay her on the
side of the bed, pulling back to smile down at her. "Come here little slave,
undress your master, let me feel those pretty lips of yours on me." He touched
her cheek again. "I want to feel your mouth on my girl. I have wanted that
since I saw you. And now, you will give me what I want, will you not?"
Kris almost hurt herself in her haste to go to her knees, struggling to
unfasten his belt and loosen his trousers, pulling them down over his hips, to
seek his rapidly growing erection. "Like this Master?" She reached out with a
trembling hand and touched the hardening shaft. "You want her to blow you
Master?"
This time his laugh wasn't soft, but full throated as he stroked her cheek,
pulling her forward to feel her mouth open and take him inside it. "Oh yes,
child, that is what I want indeed." She was such a willing little thing. He
was beginning to believe that he hadn't had to take her will at all, that all it
would have taken was just a little patience and she would have given in to him,
willingly. 'Oh well, hindsight was forever perfect'. His hand tangled in her
hair as he began to thrust harder into her delightfully warm mouth. "Relax,
little slave." He whispered, as she began to gag as the head of his erection
pressed against the back of her throat. "Swallow me, girl. Relax your throat
and try to swallow."
She struggled to do as he ordered, leaning forward to lay her hands on his
hips as she felt him begin to thrust into her mouth harder, moaning softly as
she fought off the urge to choke for air, as he forced himself deeper down her
throat. She had never done this, had no idea what it would be like, what it
would taste like if he made her blow him to orgasm. And now like this, she
wanted to. Anything to please her master, his very happiness fastly becoming
her very reason for living.
"Touch yourself, little slave, I want to see you bring yourself pleasure."
He smiled down at her as she began to sob softly as her right hand reached down
and began to masturbate. "Don't be shy with yourself girl, I want to see you
lost in all that you can feel."
She closed her eyes, a hard erection in her mouth and the feel of her
fingers as she began rubbing lightly at her clitoris, combined to make her that
much more willing to obey. He was pleased with her, was going to see to it that
she felt joy, even as he did. She increased her efforts on his maleness as her
fingers began to rub even harder against her clitoris, reaching down to begin to
timidly thrust inside, fingers deep in her sex, tugging and pinching lightly at
her labia and clitoris freely..
"Try not to cum before I do, slave, if you do, I will be forced to punish
you again, and alas, begging will not suffice if you fail me this time. I will
have to do more than simply, have, you beg me to take you. So do try to control
yourself for me." He had forgotten what absolute power felt like, it had been
so very long. That now, with the feel of it again, he was beginning to think of
all the things he could do to her. Yes, he would take her mortality, but with
her will gone, he could do oh so much more. "Oh no, Kris," he chided as Kris
began to lighten her touch on herself. "Continue as you were, I want you to
cum, my pretty little slave. I cannot punish you without reason, so give me
one." His mind lashed at hers. *Cum, girl, cum now. *
She moaned, as she came, sobbing around the hardness in her mouth. He would
punish her now, and it would be more than just begging. He would hurt her.
"Pull away child." He steadied her as she leaned against him, spasming in
the midst of her orgasm. "We will finish this after your punishment. Get up
and lay on the bed, on your stomach. I do so want to feel that sweet little ass
as I sodomize you. If you are a virgin to men, then I am sure that no man has
ever taken you like I will now."
It took her a moment to regain control over her body, but Kris obeyed,
shaking as much from the, mind numbingly, wonderful orgasm she had just had as
from the knowledge that her master would hurt her, would punish her, and this
was how he would chose to do it. "Your slave is sorry Master." She cried
softly. "Please, she tried, forgive her, don't do this."
He lay a hand on her back, stroking her shoulders gently. "Lay flat girl,
arms and legs outstretched. I will not bind you again, but I won't have to,
will I? You will lay here like this for me, until I tell you, you may move.
Won't you, my bad little slave?"
"Yes, Master," her words were a wail, she had failed, and now her master
would punish her, really punish her.
'Rape' her, yes, but he did not want to see to it that painful, as it might
begin, she would in the end, beg him for more. He stood, moving across the room
to the bathroom, and what he needed there.
"You are more lucky than you know, slave." He returned, with a tube in his
hand. "I will punish you, but I will not do you grievous harm." He knelt
behind her, pulling her up on her knees. "There you go girl. This is the most
easy way for you to give yourself to me." He parted her cheeks, as he began to
rub his slick fingers over her rectal opening. "This will hurt, it is a shame,
I had wanted to introduce you to loving me this way, as painlessly as possible,
but consider this your punishment for failing me." He pressed one finger
forward, working it's way into her, to thrust slowly, giving her the chance to
become somewhat accustomed to something in her.
She moaned, whimpering at the intrusion. But she did not move. He
frightened her, her master.
"Ssshh, it is nothing by my fingers, child. The pain is nothing, breathe
with it." He worked a second finger in, thrusting a little harder. "One more,
and then I will have you. Your tightness, it grips my fingers so. I might just
go mad before taking you." He laughed softly at her whimper as he forced yet a
third finger in, stretching her for him.
"Please, Master, you're slave, she is very sorry, please, don't do this,
your slave, she is begging you." A soft cry of pain slipped past Kris's lips as
the pain of his combined fingers, as they raped her was horrible.
His thrusts brew in strength as he bent to whisper in her ear. "I told you
to 'beg' slave. How many more times am I going to have to punish you before you
understand that? You will beg for your punishment. Will accept that it is your
just due for failing."
Kris cried out louder. "Yes, Master. Please, you're slave, she is bad,
punish her."
He nipped at her shoulder, before lifting his head again to press his lips
against her ear. "I was going to let this rape be your punishment, but now, I
believe I will have to beat you as well." His hand reached up to capture a
breast, squeezing hard, bringing another cry of pain from Kris. "Do not fail
again, or we will be here all night, punishing you."
She sobbed her promise to be better. She wanted to do better more than just
for the fear of the pain her punishment would bring. He was all she could focus
on now, his happiness gave her life meaning. She would do anything to please
him.
He pulled his fingers out, making soothing noises as he parted her cheeks
again, to press the head of his erection against her virgin little bud. "Relax,
child. This is going to happen, so you might as well relax and welcome it." He
breached her frail, mortal barriers with one thrust, listening to the scream of
pain that filled the room.
"Master, please!" She screamed, at the burning of her never before tested
opening. "You're tearing me, please Master, this slave, she is sorry, but you
are tearing her!"
He paused, for a moment, looking down, there was no blood, so he had not
ruptured her in any way. "No, girl, you are unhurt. Now beg me to take you,
like this. Beg me to make you mine." She was so tight, so warm, it was true
paradise he was feeling.
"Yes, Master." She cried low, shuddering with each thrust. It hurt, but
her master he liked it, it pleased him, and to please him, she was willing to
suffer anything. "Harder Master, hurt your slave, anything, if it pleases you,
then make it harder."
He leaned in. *This part of your punishment if over, slave, now it pleases
me for you to enjoy. * Again his will came down on hers, and with as lost as
she was, it was no great effort to have her responding to him as she had
earlier. *Cum for me again, girl. Cum now, with my permission. *
This time her scream was not in pain, but in heat and lust, as again she
felt her body, respond. Her orgasm beginning in the bottom of her belly to
spread out through her body, robbing her of what little control she had left.
He could lose himself forever in this, but knew, to do what he wanted with
this child, he would have to be willing to give into her delightful heat. So it
was with a little regret that he buried himself deep in her and came.
Kris wanted to curl up into a ball, as he pulled away, but her master would
be ill with her, she couldn't do that, she let him pushed her back to lie flat
on the bed, opening her legs again at his touch. Now he would beat her. She
had earned this one. Not tricked or forced. She had failed with him, and now
she would get what was only what she had earned.
He pulled away to quickly clean himself of his assault on her. Soon enough
this would no longer be needed for her. Pity it would not be him that was with
her when the passage he had just taken was clean and sweet.
He bent for his pants, first he would whip her, and then, the thoughts of
what she would feel like, her tightness, teased his senses. "I live far from
any other mortal, so I want to hear you scream. Can you do that, or are you
going to fail me again, slave?"
She fought back a sob. "Yes, Master, your bad slave, she can scream if you
want her to scream." And as the first blow landed against her lower back and
buttocks, scream she did.
Again and again the blows fell, cutting her back and buttocks, leaving her
not only screaming, but a bloody mess, as so many of the blows drew blood.
"Please, oh please Master, your slave, she is sorry, please don't hit her
again." She cried, out in both pain and horror as yet another blow fell. He
was going to kill her, beat her to death, and she couldn't even gather up enough
strength of will to try to avoid the blows. She was going to lie there,
screaming as he beat her to death.
The blows finally stopped when she had finally begun to really believe that
they never would. "I must say, little slave, your screams, they have enflamed
me." He bent and licked the blood from one of the many welts that had broken
the skin. The taste of her blood, it was so sweet, not the bland, lifeless
blood of one of the many cows and pigs that he had grown so accustomed to. No
this was sweet, warm and with the pain and fear that came with it, intoxicating.
He continued to lick the blood from her body, as the properties in his
saliva began to heal the open wounds. He wanted her, so badly right now. If he
didn't take her, and make her his, he would surely go mad. "Now, child, you may
roll over. I have tasted how sweet you are, welcome me now, bear your throat as
I take your virginity." And as she turned over, laying back, arms and legs
still open, inviting him to her, he lay over her warm flesh, fangs sinking deep
into her jugular as he took her, filling her with one powerful thrust.
This time when she screamed, it was not of pain, but of heat and pleasure.
Arms lifting to hold him to her as her legs did the same. Fitting over his hips
as she returned his mad and powerful taking of her. It was not love, she knew
that, her master he didn't love her, but he did want her and as she felt her
heart begin to labor even harder as he drained her, she wanted him too.
"Ssshh, child." He reached for a knife, so that as he cut his throat, she
could drink from him. Soon enough she would have fangs, but for now, she was
still mortal, still so very fragile. "Drink Kris. Drink and forget the fear of
ever dying again." He would see that she was given all the care that he could
ever give her. He pulled her head up to the wound, feeling her pull on his life
almost as hard as she had just so recently pulled on his manhood.
It took six more times with the knife, as he would pull away only long
enough to reopen his jugular, to feed her again. But that was enough, she was
his now. Would be his for however long it took for them to find him and take
his life from him. Doing this had been certain death, he knew that, but he just
no longer cared. Better that he died now, knowing that he had chosen his own
replacement, and had made her, his before he died. "Enough now, my darling.
You might not feel it yet, but you are mortal, no more. I have made you my
darling sweet Childe. I am your Father, your Sire, as it were. Remember that,
always, even when the day comes that I am no longer with you. 'I made you'.
And no one can ever take that away from us." He stroked her hair gently as she
began to die. Crying in fear and pain as her body began its painful
transformation. "It's okay Kris, I promise you, it's okay."
He held her as she died. Moved to clean her body of all that was mortal,
letting her come away clean. It would be hours before she woke again, but that
was fine. In the shape she was in now, still lost to herself, it was better
that she slept though this frightening time.
* * *
The agonizing pain of her gut eating at, itself woke her; she came awake
crying in such pain. Pain that not even the beating he had given her could
compare to. "Ssshh, drink Childe. Go on Kris, it is only hunger." He pulled
her to his throat, moaning, softly as her newly formed fangs found purchase in
his throat. "That's my girl. Soon enough you will be forced to live on bottled
blood, but for now, just drink."
She pulled away, a look on confusion on her face. "Master, why do you keep
calling this bad slave Kris?"
He sighed, he should have expected this, did actually, but it had been so
long since last time he had taken the will of another, that he had forgotten how
lost she would be for a time. "Your name is Kris, and you are a slave no more,
but my Childe. Remember that I made you into one like myself. You are mortal
no more, but a vampire now. I am your father, so yes, call me Master, but you
are not my slave any longer, but my Childe, my daughter. And until such time as
I am taken from you. I will love you, more than you have ever been loved
before." He bent, kissing her, licking his blood from her lips. "So, Childe,
are you full, or do you need to feed again?" He pulled her head back to his
throat as he sank his fangs into hers, Yes, Childe, feed. Like this, we can
share our love. Soon enough will come nothing but cold, soulless, blood, but
here like this. Drink my sweet Childe, drink.
End of Chapter 1
