Bound For Blood (Feathers & Fire Book 1)

by Loxley Savage

  I swallow down the lump in my throat and trudge forward. Moonlight casts a soft glow in the room, allowing me to see into its dark corners much better. The back wall of the room is half gone, the forest visible on the other side.

  Well, this is a dead end.

  Turning around to head back, I grab my flashlight from my backpack and decide to check behind the pillars, hoping for one small clue to help us. Running my hands up and down the cracked stone columns, I jump as something scampers over my fingers. I wipe my hand on my pants, trying to rid myself of that gross feeling as I start to head back the way I came. Just before I reach the archway, I shine my flashlight around and something reflects off its beam on my left.

  Walking across the room, I realize it’s a statue. The stone figure sits in a large throne-like chair, which appears to be made of a collection of bones. With one ankle on his opposite knee and one long arm stretched out with its palm up, it’s almost like he’s anticipating an offering of some kind. Using the flashlight to examine the statue further, I can see he wears an old fashioned coattail suit. His features are contorted as he sneers into the room, maring his already menacing face. His eyebrows slope downward at a severe angle, and he bares his pointed teeth, like he’s growling, just waiting for a reason to attack.

  It’s fucking creepy. Not wanting to look at him any longer, I retreat and head back towards the foyer to meet up with the rest of the team. I just hope that one of them found something.

  With Lachlan heading right and Orian heading straight, I am left with, well, the left side of the castle. Not wanting to risk the element of surprise, I approach with caution. Entering through an archway, I find myself in an odd, circular room.

  Evenly spaced along the walls, embedded directly in the stone, are four alcoves large enough for a full grown shifter male to stand inside comfortably. Statues of horror reside in the alcoves, each more heinous than the next.

  My heart stops for a moment as I approach the first and get a good look at what’s inside. A female is bound naked to a large structure in the shape of an X, her mouth open as she silently screams while several vampires drain her precious blood from her helpless body.

  Tearing my eyes away, I take in the next scene. It is similar to the previous one, only this time the structure is upright, and the female’s legs are no longer bound. With her arms still secured by her wrists to the structure, her legs are held open wide by two other vampires as a large cloaked male forces his way inside her. The sheer terror on her face causes shivers to coarse through my body as I imagine our missing Princess as his victim.

  Leaving the second scene, I hesitantly make my way to the third and most horrific of them all. The female now lies chained down on a rectangular table, surrounded by devices of torture, with bite wounds visible all over her body. Various knives, retractors, and clamps line the table where she’s restrained. My blood runs cold when I realize the cloaked figure is slicing down her midline with a dagger, the wound running from the hollow between her collar bones all the way down to her flat belly. Vampires kneel beside her mangled body, lapping up the blood that drips from her laceration.

  The hand not wielding the dagger dives under her skin to rummage inside her body, reaching in between her rib cage for what I imagine to be her still beating heart. Her face contorts in agony as her cries go unheard.

  These images have truly shaken me to the core, and I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. They seem ceremonial in nature, like something that has been done before, a ritualistic sacrifice. Hell, this whole room is dedicated to these scenes of horror, they must have been important to those who once lived here. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths and try to compose myself.

  I need to find the Princess, that’s why I’m here. Focus!

  With the image of my mate fresh in my mind, I walk over to the fourth and final alcove. The cloaked male figure from the previous scenes takes precedence in this one. His large form stands facing the room, his head is tipped up towards the sky, mouth gaping open as he roars into the night. Fangs extended, blood drips from the corners of his mouth and down onto his old fashioned coattail suit.

  His right arm is raised and bent at the elbow, his hand level with his shoulder, and in that hand sits the female’s heart, a half-moon shaped piece missing from it. Blood stains his fingers as he squeezes it. The other hand wields the dagger, its blade drenched in the evidence of its inflicted torture.

  The figure appears in mid-transformation, his suit bursting at the seams with the expansion of his muscles, the veins in his neck popping from the strain.

  Who was this guy?

  A wave of nausea hits me as I take in the life size statues, the detailed carvings look so real. Unsure of where to go from here, and desperately needing a to find Trinity, I head back to the foyer, anxious to meet up with my team.

  “Stop!” the vampire shouts, calling off his minions mere seconds before it felt like I was going to pass out.

  Dammit! Why can’t they just let me die?

  A sob rips through me, muffled by the ball gag still shoved in my mouth. My bound and bitten body shakes, straining to keep me alive despite the massive blood loss I’ve endured. Uncontrollable shivers rattle my chains as I tremble in the wake of the chaos.

  “What’s the matter, whore? Cat got your tongue?” he taunts as the sound of his footsteps make their way over to me. “You look a little…. shaken.”

  “Puuuu ewwww.” I yell at him, trying to tell him off around the obstruction in my mouth.

  Slap! He smacks my breast hard, and I shriek from the sudden sting.

  “Did you like that, whore? You’re just begging to be fucked hard, aren’t you?” His wet voice makes me gag. “I think you love it when I do dirty things to your tiny whore body almost as much as I do.”

  Slap! My other breast is his target this time, stinging as it sways against my body from the momentum of the smack. “Fuck, I love these perfect tits.” He grips them both in his cold hands, squeezing with all his might, pulling a whimper out of my throat. “Your pale skin marks so easily.” He comments as he continues to maul my tits. “I want my handprints to decorate every inch of your body, painting your skin like a piece of fucking art. But first, I want to play with these.” He grabs my nipples in his fingers, squeezing, twisting, and pulling at the same time. I shriek against the gag and try to move away from his grasp.

  He pinches and pulls my tits away from my body using my nipples as handles until they finally slide through his fingers and bounce against my body. Already aching from his aggression, he grabs them again and repeats the process. Yanking and pulling, pinching and twisting, over and over again until sobs escape from my mouth and tears start to leak from my eyes, catching on the blindfold.

  My chest is on fire from his vice-like grip when he finally lets up. “Did I hurt you, whore? Your nipples are all red and swollen to match the marks I left on your tits. I wonder… If I pay your cunt enough attention, do you think it will turn the same gorgeous shade of red as these?” He pinches my sore tips again, causing me to cry out in pain.

  Suddenly, searing pain pummels my pussy as he lands three brutal blows on my exposed lips. The burning sensation rips a scream from my scratchy throat. My body tenses in preparation for more.

  “Little whore likes my pain, don’t you?” he says right in my face, his putrid breath infecting my nostrils, churning my stomach. A tight grip surrounds my throat, squeezing as something cold rubs up and down my slit. The vampire groans as he wrenches my head to the side, exposing my neck.

  Still tense from the brutal attack on my pussy, his bite stings more than the others. I mewl into the ball gag as he consumes my power while slowly circling my swollen clit, and my succubus springs to life inside me.

  Drink it all, mother fucker! Take it and end me, please.

  I’m surprised I have any blood left to give him as the darkness closes in on me. As if sensing my inner turmoil, he releases my neck but continues his assaul
t on my clit. “I am going to fuck you soon, whore, and when I do I want this pink pussy as wet as possible. I’m going to own your body, own your orgasm, and make you come harder than you ever have in your entire, miserable little life. How would you like that slave? I can already smell your arousal even as we speak.”

  He isn’t wrong. My slut of a succubus is responding to his finger dancing around my sensitive bundle of nerves. Over and over he circles, never hitting where I need him to the most. I groan in frustration, my body trembling and not just from blood loss anymore.

  “The whore likes it when I touch her here.” he chuckles, his voice not as gurgly as it just was. He connects with my clit, and I jump at the contact. It feels so fucking good, but I can’t let him know that.

  I crave his wrath, his anger. I want this fucker to end me so I start to fight against the restraints to entice him, yelling into the gag as his finger leaves my clit and enters me, slowly fucking me with it.

  “Struggling will get you nowhere, whore.” He taunts as he pumps his icy finger in and out of me. “But I like it when you fight me. You look sexy as hell when you writhe beneath the chains that I bound you with, those luscious tits bouncing and your pussy clenching on my finger. I’m going to make you scream so hard you’ll lose your fucking voice.”

  With no warning, he removes his finger and lands a hard spank on my swollen pussy, my engorged and neglected clit taking the brunt of the force. I mewl at the contact and sag my head in defeat. This is not how I wanted this to go. Feeling more depressed than ever, I stop fighting him, because my antagonizing him is not working. I don’t have the energy to resist anymore.

  Darkness starts to creep over my consciousness once again, and I relax into its welcoming arms. The voices around me become distorted as if I’m hearing them through a long tunnel. His voice getting stronger as he orders his coven around. “We’re losing her! Cool her down and wake her ass up. She must be awake for the final act or it won’t work!”

  I gasp as my naked body is suddenly splashed with a freezing liquid. Panting and my chest heaving, the uncontrollable shivers return and goosebumps erupt all over my body, searching for even a hint of warmth. Fuck, I've never been so cold in my entire life! My taut nipples could cut glass right now, so hard they hurt.

  “Doesn’t she look sexy when she shivers? All wet and covered in goosebumps with the water dripping off her body,” he asks his coven as my body continues to tremble from the cold water. Affirming murmurs resound, agreeing with their leader. “Her body needs some attention. Douse her again but slowly this time. I want her frozen before we warm her up again. On my command, I want your hands teasing every inch of her skin, but do not let her orgasm without my permission.”

  I groan as arctic water connects with the top of my head, running through my hair and down my body. Rivulets of the frozen liquid drizzle down my tits, traveling over my flat belly to my swollen pussy. Uncontrollable shaking jostles my restraints as my body tries to adjust to the extreme temperature change. Even my goosebumps have goosebumps. I wiggle my toes, trying to get feeling back in them but realize that it’s pointless. I can’t feel them any more. My body is starting to go numb from the cold.

  There have been so many awful situations I have found myself in over the course of my miserable life, but this cold might be the worst. I can deal with the pain, the blood lust, and the fucking, but this cold? It’s brutal.

  Eerie silence washes over the room, and I wonder what they could possibly do to me next. “Are you cold, whore?” the leader asks as he traces his fingers from the hollow between my collar bones, down in between my tits and across my belly, stopping only to circle my clit once more. “Everyone! Let’s warm her up.” The vampires murmur something that sounds like ‘yes, Lord Demon.’ His finger leaves me, and once again, what feels like a hundred hands and mouths descend on my frozen body.

  Normally vampires feel cold and dead, but their icy torture lowered my body temperature so drastically that their once chilled touch now feels warm and inviting. I moan as they kiss along my skin, and their skilled fingers touch me in places that ramp up my arousal.

  A pair of mouths surround my frosted tips and gently suckle them. It feels amazing. My moans grow louder as they suck and lick, their warm mouths sending jolts of pleasure throughout my shocked body. Fingers or mouths explore every inch of my skin. The sensation overwhelms my wrecked mind as tingles erupt all over me while my body thaws out.

  Hot mouths and tongues taste me as fingers trace and tease along my skin. A hot burst of air brushes across my slit, causing my empty pussy to clench as deft fingers spread my lower lips. A tortured moan escapes me when a mouth wraps around my swollen clit. Pleasure overtakes me, and the first gush of arousal drips from my opening.

  With an orgasm building up inside me, I can’t help but mewl around the gag still filling my mouth. I’m getting close now. Warm mouths continue to work my nipples and lap at my clit, my traitorous body responding to the efforts of the vampire coven.

  A finger dips in my arousal, then makes its way to my asshole, rubbing my wetness around it before it presses into my body. My legs are spread far too wide to try and prevent its entrance into my ass, so I endure it like I always do, focusing on all the other pleasurable sensations.

  My orgasm barrels down upon me, and I shake now with tremors of desire, my previously frozen state now long forgotten in the heat of pleasure. My hips thrust of their own accord as my climax closes in, but just when I’m about to come, the vampire lord shouts, “Enough!” In unison, all hands and mouths leave me with my body aching and throbbing, craving its release.

  Now I’m fucking livid. A ferocious anger overtakes the pleasure I was feeling moments ago. These blood sucking fucks are really starting to piss me off. First, drinking all my blood until I almost pass out, then teasing every inch of me, bringing me to the brink of pleasure only to leave me hanging. Literally.

  Dammit!

  Can’t I even get one fucking orgasm? Deep chuckles echo around me as they watch me seethe. My chest heaving, and my body still completely exposed. “She’s ready. Time for the next phase. Unshackle her legs and pull them apart. I need her stretched wide for this.”

  Rage boils inside me. This asshole vampire seeks to exploit me even further, exposing my spread pussy to everyone in the room. I make a silent vow to myself, that if I survive this, I will find this vampire lord. And when I do, I’m going to shove his cock down his throat before I rip his fucking head off.

  When the vampires release my legs, I catch them by surprise and kick my leg out the moment it’s free, connecting with something hard that crashes on the other side of the room. I feel a flare of satisfaction at the small victory, though the moment is fleeting as my head whips around from the force of the hit that lands on the side of my face and reopens the wound on my lip. As the taste of my own blood fills my mouth, the vampire lord growls, stalking his way over to me, and wraps an unforgiving hand around my throat. I choke as he hisses in my face, “That was not smart, whore. For that, I’m going to fuck you hard and make sure it hurts. Get her legs!” His threatening voice continues to grow stronger.

  Hanging by my aching and chafed wrists, rough hands grip my legs, bending them at the knee and pulling them away from my body. The position leaves my pussy completely open and exposed. I groan internally as I imagine the picture I present to these damned vampires.

  “So... fucking... hot.” He slowly growls out each word. “I have to taste you before I fuck you raw.” I yell and start to thrash against the hands holding my legs when his breath fans my vulnerable center. “I said hold her open!” More footsteps close in on me as additional vampires come to aid in restraining me.

  There are too many of them to fight. Defeated, I stop fighting a wave of exhaustion takes hold. “That’s much better. Hold still, female.” He chuckles at his own sick joke, since I obviously can’t move.

  Asshole bloodsucker.

  A second later he nuzzles between the lips of my
pussy, and I hear him… sniff? The sick fuck just smelled my crotch.

  Oh good god, this is embarrassing.

  “Your scent is addictive, so rich and sweet, just like your delectable blood.” He sniffs me a few more times, his exhales brushing the sensitive skin there. “Mmm,” he murmurs into my pussy while rubbing his face in my arousal. It’s so odd. It’s like he is marking himself with my scent.

  I try to squirm away from him, but I literally can’t move an inch. Groaning in defeat, I have no choice but to submit. Roughly gripping my spread thighs, he licks up and down the length of my slit, from my clit to my ass, over and over, drenching me in his saliva. He changes focus, licking directly on my engorged bud as he starts fucking me with a finger.

  Soon, I’m moaning as my orgasm quickly builds back up. He adds a second finger, stretching me, preparing me for the impending intrusion. My body trembles while he works me, a few more swipes of his tongue, and I’m done. Just as I’m about to come, he removes his fingers and again leaves my clit throbbing. I hang my head, sobbing as I catch my breath, the deprivation taking its toll on me mentally.

  “I told you before that your orgasm is mine, whore. You will not come without my permission.” He slaps my aching center. I whimper as tears drip from my eyes.

  Excruciating pain radiates from my wrists to my shoulders from hanging like this, suspended by just my arms, this long. My inner thighs burn from being wrenched open so wide.

  Please, just let me die! I can’t keep doing this! Please!

  I can’t hold back the sobs that escape me. It’s all just too much, walking that fine line between love and hate, pleasure and pain.

  “Yes, female, I can tell you’re struggling with this but that’s the purpose of the exercise! I need you on edge, chasing your release as it slips through your fingers yet again. I want you to beg me to finally take you over the top. Can you do that? Are you ready to ask me for it?”

  Fucking asshole! He wants me to beg for my own orgasm!