As Aaron continued his assault, Avery fought with every ounce in him not to allow the pleasure to build. Aaron was relentless as he continued to stroke Avery’s cock and palm his balls. Under different circumstances, this would be a fantasy come true, but now it was just horrific.
“I thought I found the true meaning of male love in my dominant/submissive relationship, but that was just a silly illusion. With you, it was real.” Aaron began to pant. His breath grew hotter against Avery’s ear. “It was real, because from that one magical experience, all I wanted was to have both. To feel the warmth of my wife’s juicy pussy around my cock as I plow her into screaming rapture, while you fuck my mouth with your dick. I know you’ve felt the same, Avery, don’t deny it.”
Avery cringed as Aaron began unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand. He caressed Avery’s chest and rained kisses down his neck.
The captive’s cock was swollen with desire and throbbed, ready for release. Avery wanted to come. He ached badly, but he didn’t want to succumb to this madman’s manipulation. Nonetheless, as Aaron continued to caress Avery’s member with his hand, Avery arched his back and thrust his pelvis. Much to his chagrin, Aaron couldn’t hide his satisfaction from Avery.
“Fuck, Aaron, please, I need to come!”
Aaron suddenly stopped and pulled his hand out. Avery groaned, furious that his promise of release was denied, leaving him unfulfilled and in pain.
“Why did you stop?”
“Patience. I’m not going to finish, but I have someone here who will.”
“Who?”
“Come in, Kitten.”
“Kitten? Who’s Kitten?”
“See for yourself.”
Standing in the doorway stood Katrina, looking like an innocent girl with her hair swept high in a ponytail and wearing pink pajamas.
“Hi Toby.”
“You sick fuck! You want your daughter to fuck me? She’s just a girl.”
“Katrina is no child. Have you had a good look at her? My Kitten is the perfect clone of her mother, only younger. They have the same ample tits, curves in all the right places, a tight little pussy, and long legs that wrap around my waist and hold me tight.”
Avery closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at his friend spewing such filth but it went a long way in relieving the ache of his denied release.
“Kitten, would you do me a favor?”
“Anything, Lance.”
“I need you to pleasure your favorite vampire.”
“With my body or my blood?”
Avery cringed as Aaron smirked at him and said, “Both.”
“I can’t, Aar, er, Lance, I’m too weak to feed.”
“It’s okay Toby, I’ll make it easy for you. I’ll do all the work.”
Katrina smiled sweetly at Avery as she removed all her clothes and sat astride him. She carefully removed all his clothes and bared her neck to him. Avery couldn’t work out how he was going to play the part of the vampire and drink Katrina’s blood.
He felt the heat of Aaron’s stare as Avery tried to figure out how he was going to make this believable. There was only one way. Biting Katrina’s skin as hard as he could, he suckled on the tiny blood droplets that rose to the surface.
“Ouch!”
“I’m sorry, Katrina. It’s just been a long time since I fed.”
“I understand; it just hurt, that’s all. Go ahead and take some more.”
“No, I had enough, thank you.”
“Oh I really think you should drink some more, Toby. You need to keep up your strength,” Aaron insisted.
Avery couldn’t protest as Aaron held his head to Katrina’s wound and kept it there while Katrina’s hips rocked deep into his arousal. The blood was like sucking on pennies at first, but soon the bitter taste gave away to a salty-sweet flavor. Soon, Avery no longer tasted the sweet flavor of Katrina’s blood as intense tremors of his orgasm built.
He would loathe himself later, but right now the sensation that this sweet 17-year-old girl was giving him was just too rapturous. Before long, a guttural groan erupted from Avery as his body rocked and quaked with his sweet release.
“Well done, Kitten, I will be by later to give you your reward.”
Like an obedient servant, Katrina dressed and silently left.
“Was that better?” Aaron asked.
“I would be lying if I said it wasn’t. I’m ashamed to admit this, but I enjoyed every moment, save for the blood drinking.”
“That was just to keep up the delusion for Katrina. She needs to keep thinking that we are vampires.”
“Is that how you control her, by feeding her delusions?”
“It’s the only way. I used my acting skills to tap into her delusions and feed them. Katrina was easy to manipulate. Now, she does my bidding.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“I know, but it was a long, torturous road that led me here. I can’t help the way I am. Don’t you think I deserve to get what I want after the hell I’ve been through?”
“Aaron, while it’s true you have lived a nightmare all your life ... but to get what you want in this manner, is so wrong.”
“Oh, lover, getting what one wants is never wrong.” Aaron caressed Avery’s lips before turning to leave.
“Hey, where are you going? I thought you were taking me upstairs.”
“I changed my mind. You need to stay down here for another day or two. Sleep well.”
When Aaron closed the door, leaving Avery in the dark, he slumped onto the bed and wept.
Chapter Nineteen: The Follower
Dark eyes followed the figure as she undressed. She seductively shed her blouse and skirt like she was stripping for her lover. The woman sauntered to her bed, humming a recent pop tune and opened her dresser drawer, pulling out an envelope. Shaking the contents onto the bed, she caressed the images that captured a night of passion. These were the only copies of the pictures in existence and were precious.
“It’s a shame I have to give these up, but there is someone who needs them more.” She kissed the images and put them back inside the envelope. Once she got the word, the woman would make sure that this package was placed into the proper hands and then phase two of her plan could be set in motion.
Her hand glided to her right breast, over the jagged pink scar that a blade had carved into skin. The same blade had carved three more lines in her skin, on her neck, stomach and inner thigh. These were just physical and no longer mattered to her. The ones that did matter were buried where no one could see them.
Her phone rang, snapping the woman out of her reverie. “Hello?”
“Do you have the package?”
“I do.”
“Good, now listen carefully. Leave now and go to Norman’s Cove, and sit at one of the outside tables of Johnston’s Chip shack and wait for me.”
“How will we know each other?”
“Wear the white sun hat with the multi-colored ribbon and purple-tinted sunglasses I instructed you to buy. I will be carrying a red rose.”
The woman quickly dressed, kissing the picture that hung on her bedroom wall before rushing out the door, sending thrilling shivers through her body. She had placed the picture on her wall so the intense dark eyes of her favorite actor would always be looking at her, keeping her safe.
Chapter Twenty: Dark Love
Martina struggled against the darkness and her restraints.
“Stop struggling, princess. If you hang on just a moment, I’ll take your blindfold off, but you must promise to be a good girl.”
Martina gasped in shock on hearing her husband’s voice.
“Aaron? What have you done to me? Where am I?”
A blast of bright light assaulted her senses as Aaron viciously ripped her blindfold off.
“I’m not telling you where you are, but I brought you here to reunite you with our long-lost daughter, among other things.”
“Katrina? You have our little girl? Where is she?”
“Palace?”
Aaron gently caressed Martina’s silken auburn hair. His fingers danced to the swell of her breasts.
“This is my home, my palace, where I’ll rule as king. You will be my queen, Avery will be my prince and other lover of course, and last but not least, our precious Katrina will be our princess.”
“I don’t understand. Why would you say that Avery would be your other lover?”
“Avery is my other lover because that week you were away straightening out your career, he and I fucked on the veranda.”
A wave of dizzying nausea washed over her. “You, you, what?”
“Fucked. You know, Martina, I sucked his cock and he sucked mine. I fucked his ass and he fucked mine until we came all over each other. As we do for each other, except you’ve got a cunt. Speaking of cunts, I missed yours when you were recovering from the accident. So, spread your legs, Martina.”
“No.” Martina pressed her thighs tighter.
“Open your legs, Martina.”
“No. Leave me alone!”
“Open your legs for your husband, Martina, now. This is my last time asking. The next time, I’ll force them open.”
“No, Aaron, I will not. You’ll have to rape me before I do anything willingly for you.”
“Baby, I don’t need to rape you, you’re my wife and it’s your obligation to perform.”
“You’re not my husband. I don’t know what happened while I was fighting for my life in the hospital, but something happened to change my sweet and loving husband into this, this...”
Martina’s sob caught in her throat. Aaron reached out, caressed her face, and leaned in to kiss a stray tear that trickled down her cheek.
“Baby, please don’t cry. I won’t hurt you, because I love you. I just want to make love again. It has been a very long time since we have shown each other how much we love one another, and I missed you. I ache, and I know you ache for me.”
His tender gesture and loving words almost fooled her. “Don’t try to distract me by pretending to be the same Aaron. You’re using this pitiful attempt at seduction to distract me from the truth. My husband, for some sick reason, has kidnapped me, tied me up and just told me he fucked his best friend! Aaron, why didn’t you tell me you’re gay?”
“I’m not gay.”
“Yes you are. You just told me that you and Avery fucked. That means that our marriage is a lie.”
“You’re wrong about that, Martina. I lust for both sexes. Therefore, I require both you and Avery to be by my side as we raise a family together. Provide Katrina with a stable, loving home life with her mother and fathers.”
Martina stared at Aaron, her disgust growing as he continued to ramble on about his fantasy.
“Oh, just imagine our life together, Martina! Exotic vacations, attending fancy parties and premieres, rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous. And best of all ... hot sultry threesomes at midnight and when we feel a little adventurous, a foursome.”
“A foursome?”
“Yes, sometimes we can have our little Kitten to join us. She is very well-trained. I trained her personally.”
Martina stared at Aaron in disbelief. “Are you saying you raped my baby girl?”
“No, he didn’t rape me, Mom. I gave myself to him willingly.”
“Katrina, please don’t tell me that you allowed this monster to take advantage of you?”
Katrina walked into the room and wrapped her arms around Aaron’s neck. He lifted her onto his lap and slid his hand up her short pleated skirt.
“Get your hands off my daughter!”
“Mom, please, I love Lance and he loves me. We’re going to be together for all eternity when he changes me into a vampire.”
“A what?”
“A vampire, Mom. Why are you acting so shocked? You know that Lance is a vampire, you watch Let There Be Blood with me all the time.”
“How could you do that to your daughter?”
“I did nothing wrong with Kitten. All I did was guide her with lessons she needed to make it through this world. I give her all my love, as a father should do.”
Martina’s stomach heaved with disgust. “No good father would do what you’re doing, Aaron. This is mindless manipulation and rape, plain and simple. You’re very sick, Aaron and you need help.”
“Mom, you know his name is Lance, not Aaron!”
“No, that’s okay, my Kitten. Your mom made a tiny mistake.”
She wanted to protest to her daughter that the man she believed was a vampire was Aaron, but she knew not to mess with Katrina’s delusions and played along.
“Katrina honey, I know you think that what you and Lance feel right now is real and true. But you’re just 17 years old, and have your entire life ahead of you. You’re too young be tied down to a being that’s many, many years older than you. Becoming a vampire is a dangerous thing. It’s not all glamor.”
“Mom, Lance told me that becoming a vampire would mean the end of my suffering. I’d no longer need my medication. I won’t have to deal with my illness and I’ll live forever! How freaking cool is that, Mom?”
Aaron smirked triumphantly.
“Okay Katrina, I understand why you want to become a vampire. You’ve suffered a long time with your mental illness, and becoming a vampire will cure that; but honey, do you really want to deal with the downside of being a vampire?”
“I’m all too ready, Mom.”
“I don’t think that you are, sweetheart. You need to know the true downside of being a vampire.”
“I do know, Mom, but please tell me.”
“The downside of being a vampire is that you will become a predator, and have to hurt humans to survive. And you will never be able to go out in the sun ever again.”
“Small sacrifices, Mom, if it means being free. I’ll get to spend the rest of my life together with Lance and Toby. I love them both, Mom, and they both love me.”
“I’ll miss you too much.”
“That’s okay, Mom, Lance said that he can turn you, too. Then we can all be one big happy family.”
“That’s right, Martina. I’ll change you the same time I change Katrina.”
“So how do you imagine this family dynamic to play out?”
“I’m glad you asked! I’ve explained to our daughter that I’ll be the king of this family, which gives me full control ... including who I sleep with.”
“So, that’s it? That’s your plan?”
“Not all of it. You will have a very important role as my queen.”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“No worries. Your role will not change. You will continue to be my wife, and continue to be mother to Katrina, while Toby will be Katrina’s secondary father and your lover as well.”
“This is sick.”
“It’s not sick, it’s called love ... especially when I have one more role for you.”
“What’s that?”
“You see, Katrina will be learning the ways of love from Toby and myself, but she will need the guidance of a woman, her mother.”
“What exactly are you proposing?”
“You will teach your daughter about her body, her sexuality. She knows what pleasure from a man feels like, but she needs to know the pleasure given by a woman so she will know what real pleasure feels like.”
“You want me to have sex with my own daughter?”
“Of course. Who would be better than the woman who knows her inside and out?”
“Never, that’s beyond sadistic. Now I know just how sick you are!”
Martina lay there, speechless, as her little girl removed her clothes and approached her. Aaron untied her hands.
Two weeks after she was kidnapped by Aaron and tied to his bed, she’d only had one encounter with him. From that brief, torturous moment, her daughter was the one to tend to her. Katrina didn’t speak to her mother
, acting only on the instruction of her master. Martina couldn’t look her in the eye. Katrina untied her in the day to let her mother bathe, go to the bathroom, have her meals and take brief daily walks in the massive garden outside.
By the beginning of the third week, Aaron finally made his visit while she was sleeping.
“Wake up Sleeping Beauty, Prince Charming is here.” He gently nudged her before climbing in bed next to her and untying her restraints.
His movements roused her.
“What’s going on?” Martina asked. In her sleepy state, she smiled at the intense green eyes that were staring back at her.
“There, that’s the beautiful smile I remember. I miss you, baby.”
“I missed you too, but it’s my husband I miss. The sweet, kind, funny and loving man that I love dearly. Not this pompous, demented, and emotionless bastard before me.”
“I offer up no apologies for how I was forced to change myself, Martina. I’ve lived a tortured life.”
Martina reached over and held Aaron’s head in her hands, caressing his delicate, sculpted features.
“Yes, you’ve had a very troubled life, a life that no one should endure. You’ve taken the old you and put it into a very stunning package, but it didn’t change the beautiful soul inside, until now. Tell me, what could have happened to change you so drastically and so quickly?”
“Please don’t ask me to tell you the truth. You don’t need the nightmares running around in your head. All I want is to feel normal for one night, and make love with my wife. I love you.”
Martina didn’t know how to respond; for a moment, as she looked deep into his soulful eyes, he sounded like her Aaron. When he touched her skin, he felt like her Aaron. When he removed her hands from his face and kissed her, he was that Aaron, all over again.
She wanted to forget the cruel, depraved torture that he’d been inflicting on her, Katrina and Avery. Forget how he’d left his best friend to starve in the darkness. Martina wanted to enjoy how his fingers danced along the small of her back. Under the shirt, he unbuttoned and slipped off her bra. She wanted to get lost in the sensations of his feather kisses on her bare flesh. His other hand danced up her skirt and seductively caressed her lips through her panties, teasing her.
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