by A M Proctor
“Yeah.” My voice lacked enthusiasm. I was about to drop in on the Blood Court unannounced and demand a private audience with my husband. Ryzier looked me up and down and nodded. I looked bad ass. He’d conjured my clothing with a thought.
Black leather pants hugged my lower half. Shit kicking boots with high heels adorned my feet. I felt a small knife tucked inside. My bodice was also black leather. It stitched up the front and was low enough in the back to allow me full flight if needed.
Ryzier had given me a complete rundown of the Blood Court castle just in case they separated us. We had an alternative meeting spot set just in case we needed to flee.
We’d teleport right into the throne room just as Alexei started the evening by holding court. Hopefully, the shock of our arrival will give me enough time to convince Alexei to talk to me.
Ryzier would stay by my side ready to jerk me out of there at a moment's notice until things calmed down. He offered me his arm formally. “Ready to stir some shit up?”
I laced my arm through his. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
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The first thing that struck me as odd was the silence. I’d expected a full throne room with people having conversations as they milled about waiting for their king to address them.
I was expecting to have to shove my way through the confusion of bodies to catch Alexei’s gaze. Instead, I had a clear view of my husband sprawled on his throne. Dark hair framing his green eyes as they lifted to me expectantly. In fact, all eyes were on Ryzier and me as the crowd of bodies watched from the sidelines of the great castle hall we appeared in.
Ryzier’s arm locked mine against his body as he stepped forward towards Alexei. I glanced up at him in confusion, but his face was casual as he focused on the vampire king.
Alexei looked like a shell of the vampire he once was. He’d lost a ton of weight from his sacrifice and subsequent rejuvenation. How long had it been in this realm? Three years, maybe?
He didn’t seem happy to see me. His head tilted down as he stared up at me with a hard expression on his face. Hands gripped the rails of his throne tightly. Two females I didn’t recognize sat beside him, leaning against the arms of his throne behind those fists of rage.
They sprawled against the back of the throne behind him as he leaned forward. Newly transformed females, both had beautiful olive skin and a wealth of dark hair. They wore beautiful gowns of richly colored green that pushed their breasts up high and billowed generously around the throne.
As we got closer, Ryzier reached across his body and took my hand. I shrieked as he whirled me around in front of him and into someone’s awaiting arms.
I inhaled and knew the scent immediately, even before Gregory asked, “How’s my baby girl?”
Even as I shuttered at Gregory’s menacing purr I was reeling at Ryzier’s apparent betrayal. I growled as Ryzier confirmed it openly.
“One errant wife, delivered as promised.”
I snarled as I struggled in Gregory’s iron grip. “You motherfucker!”
His gaze remained on Alexei even as his smile widened. “She’s still as lively as ever, Highness.”
Alexei clapped his hands slowly and stood up. “Well done, Ryzier. Why don’t you take a load off and try out your future throne while Gregory and I acquaint my wife to her new quarters?”
Ryzier grinned salaciously at the two females still sitting on the throne. “You are too generous, Majesty.”
Alexei chuckled, “Yes, well, you have some time to kill before picking up my daughters from the Fae Realm. Enjoy what your future court has to offer.”
I screamed my fury at Ryzier. “You bastard! I can’t believe you’d sell me out for this fucking place! Piece of shit asshole demon!”
Ryzier met my furious gaze as I was lifted and crab walked by the stage the throne sat on. He smiled down at me. “Enjoy your reunion with your husband in your new accommodations, Nevaeh.”
“I’ll kill you, Ryzier! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Gregory struggled with me but kept me moving to a long dark corridor off to the side of the throne.
“Now, now, Baby Girl. No treasonous talk about your future king.”
I elbowed him hard in the ribs, which only caused him to chuckle. “He’s next in line to breed you too. I might be miffed at losing my spot, but I sure hope he breeds you publicly because I want to watch when you knot him inside that sweet pussy.”
I snarled and kicked him in the shins. “Fuck you Gregory!”
He laughed in my ear and pressed a kiss to the side of my face. “Soon, darling.”
I growled at Alexei’s back as he led us down and deeper into the dungeons. The bricks leaked water, and the smell was a putrid mix of death and shit.
Things moved in the shadows of the cells we were passing. Snarls and whimpers reached my ears. A fearful shutter went through my body as a guard stepped forward to open a cell. He bowed to his king as Alexei moved inside. Torches leapt to life on the walls, and I struggled again.
They equipped this cell with chains hanging from the ceiling. A table that looked like a torture device. A small cage in the corner. There was an A frame rack and an entire wall of whips, chains with shackles and other devices that didn’t look fun at all.
I lifted my legs and braced them against the bars on either side of the door. Gregory laughed, “Drop your legs or you’ll start your training with broken legs.”
I dropped my legs and whimpered. “Please don’t do this Alexei. If you ever loved me, don’t do this.”
He scowled at me and growled. “If I ever loved you? I worshiped you once. I gave you an entire island for your playground. I gave you two darling little babies. Enough ancient males in your harem to see them through transition. I would have sent more, you know. Good males who would’ve worshiped you like I did.”
Gregory manhandled me over to the chains hanging from the leaking ceiling. Alexei faced me and leaned in as Gregory jerked my arms upwards. His face a mask of pure rage.
“What did you do? You shat on it all. You killed one of your own to free a bunch of fae who you thought were your friends. Then you maimed poor Gregory by releasing the one thing we warned you repeatedly not to mess with. You shat on my love Nevaeh, and you defiled yourself in the God Realm.”
He smirked at my expression. “Oh, I know everything you did there. Ryzier kept us entertained with stories of your stupidity.”
He stood up and his face turned to stone. “You will take your punishment now. Once cleansed of your sins, your training will begin. It won’t be easy, female. You have a very skewed view of our world, but I’ll accept the blame for that. I tried to shelter you. Keep you separate from the court, but you couldn’t be happy with that, could you? No, you wanted the power of a queen without earning it. Did you think you could just waltz in here and use your charming personality on me and I’d give you my throne?”
“I don’t want your throne, Alexei. All I ever wanted was your love and respect.”
His face became a mask of rage. “You had that! I cherished you! Worshiped at the altar of your feet and you wrecked it.”
“So what? You’ll let Gregory torture me again? Beat me bloody for days again? He fucking broke me, Alexei. That’s why I fled.”
Gregory slid a hand down my side, and I jerked away from him. He held a wicked-looking blade in his hand. Alexei turned toward the doors of the dungeon, and I shrieked.
“Alexei! Don’t do this! Don’t let him hurt me, Alexei.”
He paused, and I thought he was reconsidering until I heard Narella’s syrupy voice say, “Oh dear, Gregory. Don’t cut that outfit off her. It was simply made for me.”
She breezed in the cell wearing a dark purple satin gown. She slid up to Alexei and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his mouth. He growled, “If you want the outfit, it’s yours.”
Her green gaze lit on me and she clapped her hands together delightfully. “Oh goodie! Do I get to play with her too?”
Alexei
snarled. “No. Take the outfit and leave Gregory to his work.”
She pouted as she approached me. “Can I at least watch?”
Gregory smirked. “Of course, my love.”
Alexei growled. “From outside the cell.”
“Oh, pooh.” She reached up and unlaced my bodice. I bared my fangs at her and hissed. She met my gaze and laughed.
“You will be so much fun to watch as you break.”
She continued unlacing my bodice as she looked at Gregory with a sweet smile. “I can’t wait until you present her at court.”
He smirked. “It won’t take long to train her. She’s highly motivated by pain.”
My breasts sprang free, and Narella rubbed her cheek on the nearest one. She inhaled deeply and exclaimed. “Oh Gregory, she smells delightful. May I have a taste?”
Gregory had already removed my boots, found the knife and had my pants down around my ankles when he said, “Sure, why not?”
I screamed as I kicked him in the face. “Fuck you both. Keep your bitch fangs off me!”
Gregory moved so quick I couldn’t see it. My pants yanked off and my legs pulled wide, shackled to the floor. He smirked as he rose and wiped a bit of blood off his split lip with the back of his hand. Then he ran his tongue over the cut, healing it.
He smirked. “Ladies choose first.”
Narella took her time, caressing my naked body with her hand as she pretended to choose a spot to feed from me. I jerked away the best I could and hissed at her. She cupped my breast and tested its weight.
“Darling, why don’t we each take a nipple?”
Gregory nodded his dark head and breathed. “You always consider me when making these decisions. You see Nevaeh? You can learn a lot from Narella.”
I screamed as they closed in, fangs catching the firelight right before they sank deep into my nipples simultaneously. I found quickly that the more I jerked, the more painful it was. I sobbed my defeat as they fed together, moaning at the taste of my blood. I saw movement outside the cell as I wept. Someone had been watching.
I can’t believe Ryzier betrayed me so harshly. My tears flowed down my face as I realized my heartbreak. He traded me for the Blood Court throne. Knowing exactly what they would do to me in here.
Gregory and Narella released me gorged on my blood. Gregory picked Narella up and gently laid her on the torture table. He lifted her dress and buried himself between her knees as she gasped and moaned. At one time, I thought Gregory had skills, but after… ah fuck. My heart hurt so bad I just might die.
I sobbed as they fucked on that table. They probably thought it was because they chained me up naked and fang raped me. I didn’t care what they thought.
I slowly died inside at the loss of Ryzier. He never loved me. Not once. I was truly and utterly alone here. No one was coming to rescue me. Narella would probably raise my girls in fine luxurious rooms high above me somewhere. I’d never see them again and if I did, this lot would have ruined them.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Despair
No matter how much you think you’re prepared to be tortured, that first lick of the lash is always the worst. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve lived through having your skin torn, muscles ripped open and bone deep bruising. It still sucks beyond measure. Awaiting each lick of the lash, knowing the little metal barbs will cut deeper than the last time, still has my body jerking and my hoarse voice screaming.
Sir loves to hear me scream. I tried to deny him this pleasure. Tried to enrage him so he might end my miserable existence. I don’t want to live anymore. I hate the sound of my breath almost as much as I fear his approach. I tremble at his touch, not knowing if the intent is to cause pain or comfort.
Sir gives both pain and pleasure. He reminds me gently why he punishes me. I’d been an ungrateful, selfish, spoiled little slut. I had luxury, sexual enjoyment, rare food and Alexei’s love. I betrayed them all in a moment of weakness. The punishment is severe, though. Sir says he must be severe, so I learn my lesson.
When I scream loud enough and cry hard enough… when I beg for forgiveness with feeling, Sir lavishes affection. Doles out pleasure in all ways possible. I live for a gentle smile from Sir.
The sound of him saying, “Good girl.”
A tiny kiss as he licks the blood from my torn body. Gods, when he drips droplets of his divine blood on my parched lips, I’d do anything for Sir.
He says, I’m ready to begin my training soon. I’m so excited to prove my loyalty to my king, but first I must pass Sir’s tests. He allowed me to sleep in my cage last night. Said I was a good girl and deserved to lie down during the day. My arms ache from hanging so long. My ears ring from listening to the water drip from the ceiling into the catch pools around me.
Sometimes I open my mouth as the water drips inside my tiny cage. I pretend I’m drinking Sir’s blood as it drips from his fingertips. Would my fantasy please Sir? The cold water makes my stomach hurt. That would surely please Sir.
The sound of footsteps prick my ears. There are multiple people coming, but I focus on only one set. I can pick his footsteps out from a stampede of elephants. They make the hair on the back of my neck stand in fearful anticipation. I tremble as I watched his boots approach. Someone unlocks my cage and grabs me by the hair. I crawl out, focusing on the boots I need to please.
I’m led to the icy pools of water. I shiver as I crawl in and kneel up. Fingers laced behind my neck, knees so wide my vulva just dips into the shallow water. Sir likes to see my pussy freeze. A sponge dips into the cold pool, and my body is roughly washed by the guard. He spends more time washing my icy pussy than Sir likes. Sir’s possessive of my body. It’s his to punish and take pleasure from.
I wonder how mad Sir would be if he knew this guard plays with me during the day when everyone else is sleeping. Then again, Sir knows everything. It’s why I keep my eyes downcast and allow this guard his fun.
Most of the time he just rapes this body. It’s not my body he’s raping. It’s the king's body. He used to fang rape me too. I’m grateful that he no longer does that. I’m starving, skinny and pale.
I’m pulled up by my hair. What’s left of it, anyway. Narella came in early one evening with a pair of sharp scissors. That was back when I felt I had ownership of my body.
She cut my hair so close to my scalp I bled as I hung in chains. I was bad and called her nasty words. Sir was furious when he saw me. Said I was ugly now without my hair. When I smarted off to him, he whipped me. Then he brought Narella in and forced me to lick her boots.
I hated her then. Now I know that she too belongs to my king. She’s the king’s favorite. I’m just a dog who licks her boots. If she wants to cut my hair, it’s her right. I was the king's favorite once. If I’m good, I might be his favorite again.
Don’t dream slut. You’re not worthy to be anyone’s favorite. You can only hope to please those above you. Whatever they want, slut will rush to do.
I’m posed standing now. Fingers laced behind my neck and feet wide apart for inspection. I can feel Sir’s eyes on me. I want to shrink into myself under his gaze. I don’t want him to see the ugly.
Gregory remarks to Narella, “I would have thought her hair would be longer by now. It’s been a month already.”
Narella asks, “Can’t you convince him she’s not ready, Gregory? He will flip his shit when he sees her.”
“He wanted her two weeks ago.”
Narella’s voice is fearful. “What if she tells him I cut her hair? You shouldn’t have starved her for so long.”
A finger lifts my gaze slowly. I stare at Sir’s lips. “She won’t say anything even if he orders her to tell him what happened. If she must speak, she’ll say she cut her own hair off in a fit of rage.”
His fingers pinch my jaw harshly and I whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
“Are you going to feed her before putting her in the box tonight?”
My gaze almost flicks up to his… almost. “I have a fae
meal being prepared for her.”
“She needs vampire blood, to look halfway decent for Alexei.”
My face is let go, and I watched Sir’s boots march off towards the door of my cell.
“You! Come here.”
The boots of another guard follow Sir. “Take off your pants and stroke yourself hard.”
I watch the new guard drop his pants and fumble with his cock. Sir says one word to me.
“Knees.”
I immediately fall to my knees.
Sir orders my rapey guard. “Hold her hands behind her back.”
The cock is tantalizingly close now. It’s hard and ready. Sir leans down and snarls a warning.
“You will drink only, slut. Drink until I say stop. If you don’t let him go when I say stop, I’ll put you back in the shackles and we’ll start over like day one.”
I shutter at the thought of being beaten all day again. “Yes Sir.” My voice shakes.
They press the cock to my lips and as ravenous as I am; I wait for Sir’s permission to feed. “Good girl. You may feed.”
My fangs descend immediately. I can’t help the growl that erupts from my throat as I bite down on the cock offered. The male cries out, but Sir reprimands him.
“Think about this the next time you sniff around the kings pussy behind his back. You’re lucky I don’t let her rip your cock off.”
I bite him repeatedly, I can’t get enough blood to satisfy me. I wish Sir would order me to rip this cock off. The blood would flow freely. My fangs wouldn’t ache so damn badly.
Sir continues, “Nothing happens here without my knowledge, assholes. If you’re getting away with something behind my back, it’s because I’m allowing it to happen. Don’t think for one moment that you’re pulling the wool over my proverbial eyes.”
Hands tighten on my wrists and I know rapey guard is freaking out. Even I can smell his fear from behind me. The cock in my mouth loses its hard on and I whine as I bite into soft flesh. His blood isn’t as strong as the blood I’m used to. The flow peters down to a trickle, now that he’s no longer excited. It’s frustrating as hell. I let his flaccid penis fall from my mouth and stare hard at it.
