Master of My Body

by Marissa Honeycutt

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  “You fucking slut,” Vamar whispered as he caressed Sabrina’s firm breasts. He’d come harder than he had in a long time, feeling his cum shoot deep into Sabrina’s soft, willing body as Heather screamed in agony. And it felt amazing.

  Tears trickled down the side of Sabrina’s face as she stared at the ceiling. Vamar smiled to himself. She was torn. She was finally broken. He’d made sure to be extremely attentive to each sigh and moan she’d let out, drawing out her pleasure, even as his balls tightened repeatedly every time a scream pushed through the walls behind him. This was a moment of ultimate pleasure. He could have fucked her ten times and come hard each time if he’d let himself. But this was the final blow to fuck with his toy’s mind, to show her it was useless to fight her natural instincts of desire.

  He traced around her hardened pink nipple and she inhaled sharply as he flicked it gently. Gentle, loving touch in contrast to the raging storm inside her. He could see it in her eyes.

  His finger slid between her legs, across the smooth, delectable skin, and inside the still quivering channel. “You’re dripping with cum, Sabrina,” he said in a low voice as he thrust gently with his middle finger. He turned his hand upward and caressed that sensitive spot deep inside. She moaned low.

  “No...,” she whimpered before arching her back and gasping for breath. She quivered around his finger, clamping down and pushing against him. He pressed the palm of his hand against her clit and she moaned again, eyes closing as another orgasm shivered through her body.

  He withdrew his finger and brought it to her lips. She opened her beautiful mouth automatically and sucked hard. More tears escaped before she squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Taste your pleasure, whore. When will you finally admit you are like me and enjoy other people’s pain?”

  She shook her head, his finger still in her mouth, and he chuckled. “Denial will only extend the pain. Embrace it. Embrace who you are. A slut who gets off on pain. A killer who doesn’t get her hands dirty, except with cum.”

  More tears. Vamar frowned. Why wouldn’t she just give in? He could see she knew it in her eyes, but she refused to embrace it.

  Damn human emotions. So fucking needlessly complicated.

  The penalty of spending so much time with humans, he supposed, but it was also her strength. He’d tried raising Heather and Julie in the Dark Place where he’d been banished, but they never thrived. They were pale and weak until he was able to bring them to the human world. By then, it was too late. He’d taken the risk to have Sabrina raised by humans, to become human, and it had made her thrive, but it had also made her stubborn.

  Her body was finally his, even if he still struggled with her mind. But that would come. He would make sure of it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  A knock on the door made Sabrina jump. She didn’t bother to cover herself when Khyan entered. She knew better than that.

  Seeing his chest splattered with blood, Sabrina looked away. She knew whose blood that was and it made her sick, knowing she caused the suffering.

  “She’s ready,” Khyan said in his deep voice.

  Master leaned down and kissed the tip of Sabrina’s nipple, making her shiver. “Let’s go see the end, Sabrina,” he said, climbing over her and standing.

  Sabrina looked up in shock, hoping he didn’t mean what she thought he meant. “What?” she squeaked.

  “I’m sure you can imagine what I mean,” he said, eyes dark.

  She knew what that look in his eyes meant and scurried to her feet. He walked, undressed, across the room, Sabrina following in the same state. He had no shame walking around naked. His body was lean, trim, and beautiful to look at, if you managed to forget for a few moments that he was the most evil man alive.

  She followed quickly, but stopped in the doorway of the small arena where girls were used or tortured for the men’s enjoyment. Bile rose in her throat as she looked at the bloody woman hanging by her wrists in the middle of the room. Sabrina wondered how Heather was still alive. Blood ran in rivulets down her body. A deep hole remained where her right eye had been, making Sabrina think something had been pushed in there. Her breasts were gone, only ribbons of flesh hanging from her chest. Her body was a mess of welts, cuts, and bruises.

  Sabrina covered her mouth, knowing she was close to vomiting. The lump in her throat burned with stomach acid.

  “Come sit on my lap, Sabrina,” Master called from the front bench.

  Sabrina knew what that meant. Every female in this horrible place, no matter the age, knew what that meant. She hesitated. Not only because she didn’t want to see her poor grandmother in this state, but also because Master would be furious if she puked on him. He glared at her, and she reluctantly allowed her feet to guide her where she needed to go. His cock was hard, as she knew it would be, and she wondered if she would be allowed to face away from the grisly scene. But when she went to sit facing the back of the room, Master frowned.

  She turned and stared at the blood-soaked sand as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her back and cupping her breasts. He twitched inside her, and she tried desperately to ignore the feelings that movement stirred. She even looked directly at Heather, hoping it would remove any desire, but to her utter disgust, she found herself more aroused. Tears burned her eyes and she looked away, shame filling her entire being.

  Master caressed her breasts, pulling gently at her nipples and kissing the back of her neck. He moved his hips and she gasped as a small orgasm ripped through her body.

  “Wouldn’t it be better to not feel the shame?” he whispered. “To just enjoy the depravity. You’ll never escape it, Sabrina. I won’t let you. You will become like me one way or the other. Just give in.”

  She closed her eyes and leaned back against him wishing, for the very first time, that she could just give in. To lose her mind and submit to his desires. She’d been fighting it for so long, she was tired. Tired of fighting a losing battle. Slowly, she began to surrender.

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  Vamar smiled as he felt Sabrina finally give up. She melted against his chest and moaned softly as he caressed her breasts. “It’s such a long, pointless battle, my love,” he whispered. “Give in to me...” He moved his hips, thrusting gently. She moaned again. Finally, with her conceding to his desires, he whispered ancient words to cement her desires before they changed again.

  Vamar nodded to Khyan, who grinned. Khyan pulled a lever and Heather fell to the ground. He took an enormous hook and slowly began to press it into Heather’s pussy. When he reached the curved end, Khyan followed the natural flow of the thick metal and curved it upwards. Heather screamed as Khyan forced it up and into her lower abdomen until it pierced through.

  Sabrina moved on his cock, squeezing him, making him groan. She was finally enjoying herself. When Vamar made eye contact with Khyan, they grinned at each other.

  The hook finally in place, Khyan pulled another lever and the chain attached to the hook tightened, lifting Heather upside down into the air by her pelvis. When she was several feet above the ground, Khyan walked to her and held something in front of her face.

  “Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up what looked like a large diamond.

  Heather stared at it and shook her head slightly.

  “This stone has the ability to remove the golden Immortality from your body,” he explained. “As I’ve seen it, it’s quite a painful process.”

  Khyan grabbed hold of her hair, shoved the stone into her mouth, then covered her lips so she couldn’t spit it out. Her eyes widened and she began to shake and scream behind Khyan’s enormous hand. He held her head as her body spasmed and paled.

  Heather was in obvious pain, causing Vamar’s balls to tighten. Sabrina reached down and tugged on them gently.

  Vamar leaned forward to
kiss Sabrina’s shoulder. When she looked back to kiss him, the conflict in her eyes was gone, replaced with lust. Her fight was over. She was his.

  Heather’s spasms slowly lessened, then stopped. Her eyes were wide with shock. When Khyan removed his hand, the jewel, now glowing, fell to the ground. Khyan picked it up and held it to her face.

  Heather’s one remaining eye moved, but nothing else.

  Khyan crushed the stone between his fingers. “Your immortality is gone. You are human, and you will die.”

  Heather closed her eye, but didn’t say anything. Vamar wasn’t sure if it was a final act of defiance or if she simply couldn’t respond. He nodded to Khyan, who summoned a glowing sword out of thin air. With a flick of a wrist, he cleaved her upper body from her lower.

  Vamar thrust hard into Sabrina, holding her tightly, and as Heather’s torso hit the ground, erupted into the most powerful orgasm of the night.

  Two Years Ago

  Chapter Seventeen

  The music seeped into Sabrina’s mind. She blinked and looked around, suddenly confused as to where she was. Other people were around her, dancing, and she stood unmoving as they quickly avoided running into her. Her mind felt muddled, as if waking from a too-deep afternoon nap. She rubbed her eyes and something hard scraped just below her eyebrow. She frowned. Slowly, a large ring on her first finger came into view. She stared at it, trying to figure out what it meant. Something in her head and heart told her it meant something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out.

  “Sabrina? Are you all right?” A man walked up to her, concern in his eyes. She stepped back without thinking and bumped into a woman behind her.

  She stared at the woman for a long moment, not having a clue as to who she was, then turned back to the man. “I...” She blinked again. “I don’t know.”

  The man, an older gentleman with graying red hair and kind, brown eyes, studied her for a long moment. “Why don’t you go sit down along the wall and rest for a moment?”

  Sabrina nodded and obeyed without thinking. She could feel the other people in the room watching her as she moved slowly, feeling as if she were walking through water. When she finally reached the side wall, she sat down, her muscles exhausted from the short walk.

  The music began again and the people in the room resumed dancing. Once again, the music seeped into her mind and awakened it even more. Slowly, the notes began to register and she recognized it as Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. She rubbed her eyes again and was reminded of the ring on her finger when it scratched her face. She studied the complicated designs tracing across the tops and sides. Around the large stone, the words “West Point” were engraved. Slowly, a memory started to unfold in her mind.

  “This is my class ring from the military academy,” Chase said, holding his left hand out, showing her the gold ring on his ring finger. In the center, set in the middle of a black stone, was a large diamond that glinted in the lights from the yacht.

  “It’s beautiful,” she said, reaching gingerly for his hand. He held it out farther and she turned it slightly so she could see the engravings set into the sides.

  “We get our rings at the beginning of our last year at the academy. Ring Weekend.” Chase smiled. “It’s a big deal. There’s even a formal dinner and dance.”

  Sabrina smiled up at him, imagining how handsome he must have looked.

  He pulled his hand back and rubbed his thumb on the side of the ring. “The plebes, the freshmen, have this poem they recite to gain permission to touch our rings.” He chuckled. “It’s pretty silly, but all in good fun.” He shrugged. “I did it. You kind of hold the Firsties in awe your first year at the academy.”

  She giggled at the slight embarrassment in his face. “What’s the poem?”

  Chase chewed his lip, then sighed. With great drama, he recited the poem. “‘Oh my gosh, sir! What a beautiful ring! What a crass mass of brass and glass! What a bold mold of rolled gold! What a cool jewel you got from your school! See how it sparkles and shines? It must have cost you a fortune! May I touch it? May I touch it, please, sir?’”

  Sabrina laughed at the exaggerated expression of hope on his face. Chase joined in. When the laughter died away, he looked down at his hand, rubbing his thumb across the top of the diamond. “It’s a huge point of pride to get to Ring Weekend.” He grabbed hold of the ring and started twisting it off his finger.

  She frowned, confused, as she watched him tussle with the metal band. Once it was off, he stared at it another moment, then held it out to her. Sabrina’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the ring. Was he offering it to her? Why?

  “I want you to hold on to it for me,” he said softly, taking her hand and turning it palm up. He placed the ring gently into her upturned hand and closed her fingers around it. “It’s my promise that I will return for you.”

  Tears ran down Sabrina’s cheek as the memory faded. He never got a chance to keep his promise. For a long time, she’d held out hope that Chase would come find her. That somehow, against all odds, she would look up one day and see him in the doorway. He would run to her, pick her up, and carry her away from that horrible place.

  It was a deeply buried hope that had gotten lost in the recesses of her mind. When was the last time she thought of him?

  What day was it?

  Sabrina looked up and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the room. Well, she thought it was her. When she moved, the reflection moved. But did she recognize the face? She looked older. What had happened?

  Fear suddenly seized her and she felt her heart pounding. She hugged her legs to her chest and pressed her forehead to her knees. What had happened? Why was she here? How could she be somewhere and not know how she got there? When did she start dancing again? What was going on? Why couldn’t she remember waking up this morning? Or what happened the previous day? Why was everything in her mind confused and fuzzy?

  A hand on her shoulder made her jump. She looked up to see the man from earlier. “Are you ill? You look very pale.”

  Her mouth opened, feeling like she should say something, but she didn’t know how to answer. She certainly didn’t feel well.

  “Do you want me to get Ramon?” he asked.

  “Who’s Ramon?”

  The man frowned. “Isn’t that your driver’s name?”

  “Driver?” I have a driver? She pressed her hands to her eyes, seeing stars when the pressure became too much. Why does nothing make sense? “I don’t understand what’s happening,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she looked up at the man. “Who are you? Where am I?”

  The man’s frown deepened and concern creased his forehead. “Sabrina, I-” He looked up suddenly and froze.

  Sabrina looked to the doorway. A giant of a man wearing a black tunic and matching, loose-fitting pants stood there. His blond hair was pulled back into a low tail, and his eyes glowed golden with anger.

  The man advanced toward her, making everyone freeze and stare. He yanked the older man away by the collar and glared down at him. “What the hell did you do to her, Larry?” he growled.

  “Khyan!” The man put his hands up in surrender. “N-nothing. She just...stopped and looked confused in the middle of practice. I don’t know what’s going on.”

  The giant stared into the other man’s eyes for a long time, then released him and looked down at Sabrina, eyes impassive. “What happened?” he said, his voice gentler.

  Sabrina clasped her hands in her lap, discreetly trying to hide the ring. Something told her not to let anyone see it, especially this man. “I don’t know,” she whispered helplessly.

  The man held out his hand and helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you home and see what’s going on.”

  She nodded and walked ahead of him to the doorway.

  “Will she return? She’s dancing the lead next week.” The older man l
ooked apprehensive as he asked the question.

  The giant turned around and nodded. “I will ensure it.”

  The older man glanced at Sabrina, then nodded. “Thank you.”

  “Damian wouldn’t have her miss it unless it was of the utmost importance.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  “She’s woken up,” Khyan said to Vamar.

  “When?” Vamar sighed into the phone as Khyan explained what happened earlier in the day. His plans were almost complete, so he couldn’t risk teleporting and attracting the attention of the Elders. Neither could he drop everything and fly back to Arizona to take care of Sabrina. He was in the middle of important meetings and relationship-building. To leave now would most likely make everything fall apart. Khyan would have to take care of things.

  “Did she give any indication of what happened?”

  “No. I questioned her and all she said was that she suddenly got very confused and didn’t know where she was.”

  “It’s possible just dancing did it. It’s a fine line to walk to maintain control when dancing.” Vamar paused. “I had hoped, after a year and a half of dancing, she would remain as she was, but it appears I was wrong.”

  “Do you want her to stop?”

  “Dancing? No.”

  “Why? It’s dangerous.”

  “Because it’s necessary. The Koriathanati aren’t natural. Dancing keeps their minds and bodies knit together. Without it, their minds disconnect and they become useless.”

  “Not all of them,” Khyan protested. “The ones born in the Manors don’t dance.”

  “They’re raised in the Manors and have no concept of emotion. But their powers are also limited. When they’re raised as Sabrina was...or Anna, for that matter...they are in strong connection with the human part of them, but humans are meant to be mortal. They reject the Immortal part of themselves unless they find a way to work together. Dancing is Immortal. It goes beyond words, beyond emotion, and is pure spirit.” Vamar paused. “Make the pain more intense and the pleasure addicting. You know how to handle her.”