by Gina Kincade
“Sick,” Julia muttered. “Going to be...” She turned her head to the side and the vomit hit the floor with a smack. It was little. Julia’s tight hold on herself stemmed the flow quickly, and Lynn released Julia’s legs in a flash, letting her stretch and expand her belly. Julia tasted bile twice more before Lynn released the cuffs from her wrists and helped her to the bed. Then Lynn brought water from the bathroom, offering it gently.
“Better?” she asked, concern obvious on her face.
Julia nodded. “I think I kept most of it down, Mistress.”
“Good,” Lynn answered with a sigh. “All the same, I’ll have someone bring you more juice and clean that up. You should rest though. Would you like a cool cloth for your face?”
Julia nodded again, more vigorously. “Yes, that would be great.”
“Lie back and relax. I have what I came for.” She kissed Julia’s forehead before leaving to obtain a cloth from the bathroom.
Another submissive came shortly after with juice and a mop. Julia didn’t even lift the cloth from her eyes to see who it was. It was only the middle of Saturday. Would she make it until Monday?
Chapter Three: Terrance and Will
“Mmmm...mmmaximum.” Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her breasts where the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her first beating at his hand, and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood. Sagging against the chains that held her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.
The whip was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. “Terrance. Did you have to be so hard?”
The tall, icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. “Everyone has a limit. If she would join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her, Harrold.”
Julia’s mind logged the response but couldn’t think about it in the midst of the pain. Harry was licking her wounds, his saliva closing them faster but burning them further. Julia screamed again.
“Hush,” Harry said with concern, his voice soft and familiar, a raft for Julia to grasp in the sea of pain. There was a stabbing in her leg.
“That will help. You will sleep soon, Julia. In the morning, the pain will be much less, I promise,” Terrance told her, pulling her hair off her face and mopping it with a cool cloth.
“I-I’m not...” She didn’t know how to ask if she was unworthy.
“You impress me, Julia. I look forward to having centuries to get to know more of you, your other limits.”
Julia flinched, crying out and hugging Harry.
Terrance laughed and the difference between this sound and his cold demands, the hard mocking he’d given her all night, made her turn back.
“Never pain, Julia. I found that limit.”
She relaxed, the drug they’d given her taking effect. It didn’t make her dopey, but she was exhausted. Terrance had followed only hours after Lynn. Julia hoped that was the end of the women. All had known of her distaste, but only Jocelyn had pushed it, knowing she could be pushed. Lynn had been more like Sophia.
WHEN SHE AWOKE ON THE large bed, she did ache, but all the burning was gone. She saw welts all over her body, but smelled a tincture that had been applied to speed her healing. It was working. She rose slowly, though, wincing at times, to find herself breakfast.
For the first time, Julia wondered just how many vampires there were in Blue Moon House. Was she near the end yet? She hadn’t changed her mind. Her family lived far away and she only saw them on holidays. She had a few friends she would miss keenly, but they would be fine without her. No one depended on her, except possibly her co-workers, and she’d been meaning to walk out on them for months now.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” one of the other submissives, a man of middle years, spoke.
Julia nodded, perching very gingerly on a chair in the dining room. Pain spread across her bottom, receding a little after she had sat a moment. Sucking a breath through her teeth, she pushed it away. Then she lifted her juice.
“Who?” It wasn’t a common question. Masters were usually kept private.
“Terrance.” Julia’s voice was a croak.
The man’s mouth hung open. “But Terrance never... I mean, I hope you feel better soon.”
Julia grabbed at his elbow. “You belong to Terrance?”
“I did,” the man answered. “He was too soft, too gentle for what I wanted. He sent me to Will.” The man’s grin gleamed. “I’m very happy now.”
Julia stiffened and instantly regretted it when her bruises panged. Will, she was sure, would have her next. “I see. Have you had other Masters?”
“Not in the House. I’m Justin.” He offered his hand and Julia took it. “You’re older than most,” he observed.
She chuckled. “So are you.” Most of the submissives were in their mid-twenties. Both Julia and Justin were well over thirty. Julia was only a year and a bit from forty. It had posed problems when she started in the BDSM community–no one had wanted her. Blue Moon House, Harry specifically, had not turned her away after one session.
“Touché. Why Terrance?” he asked.
Julia shook her head, sure she couldn’t tell him, unsure if she was even allowed.
“Who is your Master normally?” Justin asked.
Julia’s eyes went soft. “Harry.”
Justin smiled. “I’ve often wished he took men. Not that I’m not happy with Will. I thought about it most when I was with Terrance,” he admitted.
Julia simply nodded. She ate slowly, relishing the nourishment, the fluids. Her body felt every year of thirty-eight today. The spare flesh had been kind to her in the beginning, cushioning blows so they stung but didn’t bruise. She’d lost weight, though not a lot, since coming here, and her joints ached in a way they hadn’t a year or two ago.
She chuckled to herself as Justin rose. He quirked an eyebrow and she shook her head. “Nothing.” She’d just been thinking how little she’d miss those aches when she was a vampire.
Another vampire waited at the door to her room. He wore only loose shorts and had his arms crossed over his broad, dark-skinned chest.
“You don’t look as though you’ll last more than minutes.”
Julia stiffened and lifted her chin slightly. This earned her a smile from the vampire and a sparkle from his ebony eyes.
“We’ll see. First, your room must be properly cleaned. The smells are truly abominable.”
As Julia stepped through the door, she couldn’t argue. Blood, sex, a trace of the vomit that hadn’t been cleaned properly, all merged to make a most unpleasant aroma.
“I’ll see you clean this, and then yourself, woman. You won’t need that.” He grabbed her shoulders roughly, tearing the robe from her.
She resisted the urge to click her tongue. She had liked that robe, even if it was only hers while she was in Blue Moon House. She gave it no more mind and set herself to the chores, pulling cleaners from under the sink in the bathroom.
“Here, it’ll be a fine rag,” the vampire said, throwing the tatters of her robe in her face. Julia juggled her bottle and bucket to catch it.
“Yes, Master.” Using her fine robe, watching the embroidery slowly unravel, continually picking up threads from frays, she worked. Most of the time she spent on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the floor. The blood was the worst, having started to seep into the laminate flooring. She used more water, risking further damage to the flooring, but needing to tease out the stains.
A foot came down on her back, knocking her flat. She grunted, then gasped as her head was pulled back by the hair.
“Look at what you are doing.” Her nose was pressed to the floor, rubbed in the bloody stains and dirty cloth.
“Yes, Master,” she murmured.
“Master,” he scoffed and thumped her head into the floor, crushing her nose. Julia grabbed up the rag quickly, feeling the blood begin to seep.
The vampire grabbed her by the throat and lifted her, holding her face level with his. He licked t
he trickle and then the tip of her nose. He repeated the motion twice while her feet started to kick, her lungs demanding air. “Mmmm...” she started when he suddenly dropped her. She turned her safe word into a cough and gasped for breath.
“A useless creature,” he complained, turning to her bed. “I will not lie on this. When you have finished and cleaned yourself, find me in my room, two doors on the right. If you are more than an hour, I will be back.” His tone left no mistake that she would not want him to return.
Julia stammered, “Of course, M-master.”
“Useless,” he spat again and left her.
She had never been in another room. This was her room–and Harry’s. She felt safe here. Logically, all her rules would still apply in another room, but it still made her very uncomfortable. Taking only a few moments for thought, she went back to the cleaning. Finished, finally, she showered and then drank the juice that had been left for her while she was in the bathroom. Squaring her shoulders and fighting the lingering aches from Terrance’s vicious beating, Julia left her room, naked. She hadn’t been told dress and her robe was gone.
A naked submissive in the hall was not unusual, but Julia was. She was older, her breasts sagged slightly, she had a paunch most of the other women lacked. There were a few stretch marks on her thighs from when she had gained so much weight after college. She was not a flawless specimen of female beauty. She was confident, however, and she ignored all the eyes that followed her.
Julia rapped on the door.
“About time, woman!” the vampire stormed. He opened the door and shoved her through, making her stumble. She winced when her already bruised legs crashed into the bed frame that was much closer in this room than in hers. “Let’s see if you are worth anything as a woman.”
With no more warning and no more preparation, he pinned her to the bed she had collided with. He forced himself into her, inch by inch. Her shower hadn’t left her completely dry, but this scenario certainly didn't turn her on at all.
“No,” she cried. “You’re hurting me.”
She kicked and he spanked her, which made her scream louder. The pain in her hips was so great already. “Please. Don’t—”
“Worthless,” he murmured again pulling out a few inches and stuffing them back in. Not only was she not wet enough, he was quite large. Not as large as Lynn’s fist, but definitely larger than Harry or the majority of the toys used on her.
“Stop,” she cried, not wanting to use the safe word; it would mean true defeat. She could try to cajole him. He was her master, if he knew how he hurt her...
“Stop,” he scoffed. “You aren’t doing your job well, woman.” He continued to force himself in and out of her as she kicked and howled with the pain. “Maybe it’s because I’m using you wrong. Maybe I need to do this.” He escalated the pain, shifting his huge member, only slightly moistened as she’d never really gotten wet, to her asshole.
“No, please, stop.” She kicked harder. This was going to hurt, badly. And it did. She screamed at the searing burning, the tearing. “No, please. Please...”
“Useless creature.” Then he spat on her. Not on her ass to make the assault easier, rather on her cheek that was turned up.
The door opened. “I am ready, Master,” a male voice said.
Julia turned her head to the other side to see Justin at the door.
“Good. Fuck this woman. She is too dry for me. Make her wetter. Be sure to open her ass, too.”
“I... Yes, Master.”
“No, Justin, please,” Julia begged.
“May I move her?” he asked.
The vampire, Will, grunted. “If you must.” He moved to a corner of the room and began stropping a knife. Julia tried not to think about him and focused on Justin.
“I...” she started, trying to find words.
“You understand. He is my master.” Justin turned her over but left her legs dangling off the bed.
“Enough talking.” There was a crack and Will’s stropping leather cracked across Justin’s back.
Julia watched his eyes roll back and felt his cock twitch. It had been limp before, but the pain had changed that quickly.
“Show her what a woman is for,” Will commanded.
Justin wrinkled his nose at the order, but obeyed quickly, touching Julia only once before thrusting into her. He lifted one of her legs to open her a little wider.
Julia was relieved she had dampened a little. Also, Justin was significantly slimmer than Will, and hadn’t pinned her legs together, so she wasn’t so tight. It still burned–it would for days after being rubbed raw, but it was much more bearable. Not pleasure, none of that.
There was another cracking sound, and Julia felt Justin twitch inside her. She yelped at the pain it caused.
“Haven’t you finished yet? Get on with it. Her ass.” Another loud slap of the leather on skin.
Tears welled in Julia’s eyes and she shook her head. “No...please...not that.”
Justin’s face bore compassion, but he obeyed, lifting her legs higher, lining himself up.
“No!” She screamed. “It’s too much. Ow! Please! Ow! No! Max—”
“Stop,” Will commanded, and Justin slipped from her immediately.
She hadn’t finished the word, was it over anyway?
“Did you come in her?” Will asked, stepping nearer.
“No, Master.”
“Well, then she is obviously even more worthless than I thought.” He held his knife to Justin’s throat. He pulled to start a red line of blood and licked at it. It was barely an inch long and not deep. “Do you want to finish in her? I will finish in you,” he promised. “And this steel will not leave your skin.”
Justin’s breath came in panting gasps and Julia could see his balls tightening, his cock starting to drip. He really was a masochist.
“Yes, Master,” he hissed, and lifted Julia’s legs again, leaning over her as he thrust his slippery cock deep inside her. She screamed as he rubbed against the burns. He screamed as Will entered him from behind.
“Then fuck her,” Will commanded, drawing the knife and licking the wound as he rocked his hips against Justin’s.
Justin throbbed inside her, then began pumping wildly, holding her hips as though he might collapse. His face was scrunched in pain and pleasure, lines etched deep on his forehead, the corners of his eyes. He was beautiful, and he was hurting her so badly. Her pussy shot through more pain with each thrust, but she was still in awe of him and his face. The dark hair beneath his jaw, Will’s head as he continued to lick the line of blood he drew on Justin's neck, detracted only slightly from the vision. When the knife finished it’s semi-circle, Will started to draw a line down Justin’s throat, toward his collarbone. The turn, the triangle of skin lifted, gave a slight gush of blood–it was so close to his artery–and Will lapped that up. Justin exploded inside Julia and her scrutiny was torn from his face as she threw her head back in another vicious scream of pain.
“Perhaps you aren’t completely useless. Justin, piss on her.”
Julia’s eyes went wide.
Justin didn’t hesitate, holding himself over her.
She wept in shame, in pain.
“You make a fine chamber pot,” Will said. “I don’t know what Harrold sees in you. Worthless woman. Justin, take this trash and put it in the hall.”
Justin lifted her gently, whispering in her ear. “I’m sorry.”
She choked out. “No, you aren’t.”
“I really am,” he said, kissing her brow as he set her on the floor. “It was obvious you didn’t want any of that.”
Julia sat, the urine stinking on her skin. She didn’t move. She hadn’t wanted any of it, but she’d let it happen. She’d allowed herself to be forced. Even now, both her holes felt like burning fires. She’d allowed herself to be degraded, spat on, pissed on. She was worthless. Why would Harry want her for one more night, let alone forever? Who would want her forever?
Chapter Four: Nich
olas
“Julia?” Harry was standing over her. “Why are you sitting here? Nicholas was planning to meet you in your room.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. You can’t...You won’t want...”
Harry squatted in front of her. “You believed him.”
Julia nodded. “Why would you want me?”
“Because you did this for me.” He brushed her cheek, wiping away the spittle from Will. “You persevered. You accepted. You were willing. Do you know how many aren’t? How many have so many hard limits I feel I can’t open them? You give yourself so completely, not just to me, but to each of them.” Harry’s brow furrowed. “He forced you? Well, Nicholas will have to wait, then. You can’t be touched anymore this weekend. I have something that will help, though.” He picked her up and carried her to her rooms. Another vampire was waiting inside.
“She won’t be available tonight, Nicholas. She has been too badly used. Next weekend.”
“Wait. Is he the last?” Julia asked. “The last vampire,” she clarified.
“I am,” Nicholas said.
“Then let me clean myself. Give me an hour.” She kicked her legs down from Harry’s arms and walked to the bathroom, wincing with each step.
Harry followed her. “You don’t have to do this. We have eternity, another week is nothing.”
Julia shook her head. “I might lose heart in another week. If I spend a week thinking about what just happened, I might believe more of it. I need something to come after that. Something else to think about.”
Harry hugged her, ignoring the horrible smell coming from her. “I’ll bring you an ointment. Apply it after you’ve washed.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
She ran the tub and lounged in it, soaking away the aches, the new bruises over the old, the burning in her pussy and ass. Not long after she’d settled in, the door to the bathroom opened and Nicholas came to sit on the toilet lid.
Julia sighed. An eternity, but this vampire couldn’t wait an hour.
