"Ariel, see for yourself. She wants to be here. Damon's making her feel like she's his whole world. If sex with him was anything like it was with Justin last night, well, she's just not going to fight it. We're going to have to leave her out of this, Teri as well. Nathan hasn't been more than a few feet away from her the whole time. I don't think she'd ever be able to break the connection. We'll have to come back for them with help if we get away. I think if we fill Paula in on what we've discovered she'll tell Damon and we'll lose our edge." Shawna didn't look happy telling Ariel this bit of news.
"Shawna, Paula's my best friend but, I agree with you. A reality check tells me you're right, so I won't say anything to her. I'd like to be able to talk to Mike though. I know he'll help us if he can," Ariel stated with conviction.
"I think Mike's the one they're counting on trying to make a break for it, and I think they're right," said Christal. "They'll be watching him. We should make our move while they're distracted when he tries his escape."
Ariel was distressed. "You mean use Mike as a diversion? Oh God, Christal! He'll never forgive me if I take off and leave him after using him that way."
"I know Ed would want me to do anything I could to get away from these guys. You think I like leaving him here? We have two choices, Ariel. We either try to get away and somehow get help for the others, or we give up and go to this settlement as mindless sex objects for these guys. There's no way to fight them." Christal looked close to tears.
Shawna added, "Most of what we think we know about Vampires comes from legends and made up stories. Obviously, sunlight, at least indirect sunlight, doesn't seem to affect them. They have better tans than we do. I don't think we can count on silver, holy water, or even a stake through the heart. Decapitation would probably work, but really, do you think the three of us could manage that against five of them and that Slave-master guy? Do you even know how hard it is to cut off someone's head, even if we had a weapon? We've got to try to escape, it's our only option."
"Alright, I mean, I know you're right. They'll be watching the guys thinking they still have that hypnosis thing going on with us. We probably won't be guarded as closely. What do you think they'll do to us if they catch us?" asked Ariel with a slight shudder.
All of them were thinking of the way Lucien whipped Mike the night before. Shawna spoke up, still talking in hushed tones. "It's better if we don't even consider we'll be caught. When we run, we need to all go in different directions so they'll have to split up. Some of them are going to have to stay behind to watch the guys, Paula and Teri. My guess is just our three are going to come after us. The Slave-master and Damon will probably be trying to get Mike under control after they catch him and I think Ed, Doug and Allen will try to add to the confusion when they realize what we're doing. Nathan won't leave Teri, so he'll probably keep an eye on her and Paula. I don't know about you guys, but it seems to me we've been going in circles. I don't have any idea which way the campground is so I'm just going to keep running, I'm going to follow the stream and hope it leads back to the lake we were in yesterday."
Ariel agreed. "I'm completely lost. Since we took off, all I've been able to think about is Lucien's hands on my boobs and that awful saddle horn keeping me distracted. I'm going to end up with blisters down there if this keeps up."
Christal nodded in agreement and the three of them giggled.
The girls finished cooling off in silence, having made their plans for escape. After a few minutes they started walking to the shore by Nathan, remembering to put the same sappy expressions on their faces that Teri and Paula had.
When the girls headed to the water, the Clansmen seemed satisfied they still had the young women mesmerized. Lucien hadn't been sure imprinting the women with their scent would work. He knew the 'influence' faded with distance. He also knew the scent on the shirts was washed away in the stream. So, how come the ladies were behaving so well? "Those three are up to something," he told his friends. He explained what he was thinking.
"We still have a few more hours of riding ahead of us. That will help. We'd better keep an eye on them though." Justin was watching Shawna closely. Something was definitely a little off.
"Ariel, come get something to eat. We need to get going soon." Lucien called to her. Ariel went quietly up to him.
He handed her some dried meat. It reminded her of a bland beef jerky, but tougher to rip and chew. Lucien was standing behind her and decided to test his theory. Without giving her a 'push', he reached around and started once again rubbing and plucking her nipples which were standing out against the wet shirt. She started to move away from him. Pinching her nipple he said "Be still, Ariel."
Ariel looked over at Mike's angry expression and something inside her snapped. She pulled herself away from Lucien and yelled. "Get away from me!" She ran to Mike crying and knelt in front of him trying to hug him.
Lucien was seething inside, but calmly followed her and squatted down beside her. He didn't try to pull her away from Mike. Instead, he started speaking in his ever calm, deep voice while rubbing Ariel's back. Physical contact was important. "Mike, doesn't Ariel have the most beautiful breasts. A perfect handful." Mike was nuzzling his chin on Ariel's head which was now resting on his chest while she sobbed. "And the scent of her pussy when she's aroused and dripping… Don't you love the way she squirms like she wants to get away while thrusting her hips and squeezing her muscles to get you closer, deeper, trapping you inside?" Ariel started shuddering in embarrassment. She could feel Mike's chest starting to heave in anger. At her, or Lucien?
"Stop it, Lucien," she breathed into Mike's chest.
Lucien reached his arms around Ariel and finding her nipples pinned against Mike, started caressing them between their two bodies. "Oh, Mikey! She's getting all worked up again. Can you feel it? She loves attention to her breasts. Don't you little one? Ariel, how many times did you cum for me last night? I lost count. Did she ever cum like that for you Mike? Over and over as I played with her little clit. Dripping with pussy wetness and trapping me with her pulsing…"
"Please stop!" Ariel wailed.
"No, I don't think you've ever satisfied her like I did, Mike. She looked so surprised afterward. Could it be possible you've never given our little girl an orgasm? Do you make sure you got your little guy to squirt and leave Ariel faking her passion to make you believe you're a man? She was exhausted when I finished with her. She was so beautiful, naked in the moonlight, climbing onto me and just drifting off to sleep with that peaceful smile on those pretty lips and her wet thighs wrapped around my leg. She rubbed her soft pussy against me all night. It was wonderful."
Ariel was so humiliated she couldn't speak. She knew Lucien was telling the truth, even about Mike's selfish sexual manners. "Mike, I'm so sorry. He's done something to me. I can't explain it. You don't know."
Lucien kept rubbing and pinching her nipples knowing Mike could feel her tight peaks. Knowing Mike knew it was Lucien causing this reaction from Ariel. Trapping Ariel's body between himself and Mike, Lucien forced one of his legs between hers and pulled the hem of her shirt up exposing her naked bottom. He reached a hand between her legs. When she tried to move it seemed like she was rocking into his hand and Lucien made sure Mike knew what he was doing to her.
"Ah, Mike. She's getting wet again." Lucien started stroking her pussy. His fingers started dividing her folds, reaching into her slit as she squirmed.
"Don't do this Lucien, please. Please don't do this." Ariel's shoulders were shaking with her sobs and she refused to look at either man.
Lucien pulled his hand away, reached up and wiped Ariel's juices beneath Mike's nose.
Mike hissed. "You bastard! Get her away from me if you're going to do this!"
Ariel stilled for a second in shock.
"Oh, Ariel," Lucien said as he replaced his hand to her wetness. "It seems Mike wants me to make you cum again. He just doesn't want to see you when you shudder and your face gets that flush of excitement. Maybe he
doesn't want to have to see that look he never could give you. What do you think?" Two of Lucien's fingers dipped deep into her channel. As his thumb started stroking her clit she felt her traitorous muscles start gripping his thrusting fingers while she whimpered.
"Get her off me!" Mike yelled as Ariel's hips started moving to the rhythm of Lucien's thrusting fingers between her legs. He could see with sickening reality the desire in her eyes, desire for a man who had whipped him cruelly. She watched as Lucien dragged him behind a horse and humiliated him every chance he could. Now she was going to lay on top of him, squirming in bitch lust.
Lucien started plucking and rubbing Ariel's clit and mirrored the action with the hand on her breast. "Mike, settle back and learn. She really is a vision when she starts to cum, all little sighs and gasps."
"Get this bitch off of me!" Mike was completely losing control.
Ariel started really sobbing now, but her pussy kept thrusting and gripping Lucien's fingers. "Ariel, I think Mike's changed his mind about being your boyfriend. He sounds like he wants to throw you out like you've been a bad dog." Ariel was close to the pinnacle of arousal. Lucien knew he could bring her over the top when he was ready. "Maybe you shouldn't cum for me. Prove to Mike you're still his." Lucien hit the G spot in her channel and she exploded. She started bucking between the two men, crying and gasping out her release over and over again.
When it was finally over, when the last of the paralyzing orgasms ended, Lucien removed his drenched hand and wiped it across Mike's face sticking a finger in the shocked captive's mouth, making sure he would remember Ariel's taste.
Lucien smiled with satisfaction and stood. Ariel still lay across Mike crying. "He doesn't want you anymore, Ariel. He wants you to get off him. Come with me," Lucien said softly. She didn't struggle as he lifted her and guided her back to his horse. She glanced at the others with horror, realizing the entire camp, captors and captives alike had watched the scene. She lowered her eyes in shame, and waited for Lucien to put her back on the horse.
Lucien wrapped his arms around Ariel, holding her head to his chest while she cried. His heart ached to comfort her, but he knew he had to let her sort her feelings out for herself. He had tricked her. It was necessary to cut off her feelings for Mike. Lucien would have her. He knew she didn't understand the mental 'pushes' he had given her last night, but she knew something had been confusing her feelings. Today, with Mike, she had responded to Lucien without the use of any 'influence', her body instinctively remembering his touch.
Lucien knew she was somehow aware of that, and it added to her humiliation. After their night together, he knew she was a passionate woman filled with desires that hadn't been met. He had been certain she couldn't help her arousal as he manipulated her sexual responses. Mike's rejection of her was better than he expected, leaving Ariel feeling shamed and worthless in her former lover's eyes. She would remember that Mike never told Lucien to stop tormenting her. He only screamed at Lucien to get her away from him while she was brought to climax.
Lucien had not planned on making that irrevocable separation so soon. As long as Mike had feelings for Ariel, he would be a little easier to control. The big man shrugged in his leathers. It didn't really matter. Mike would be leaving with Wind Seeker, and Ariel would not be quite as upset when he was punished … and he would be punished. Lucien would see to that.
His poor little captive would be feeling so alone. She would start depending more and more on Lucien to keep her safe and calm her fears about her uncertain future. He would keep her constantly aroused, never knowing when he would assault her senses. She's mine, he smiled with a slight red ring shadowing the edge of his irises.
The other Clansmen knew what Lucien had done. It was a lesson they used during each abduction. None of the other women would run to their former boyfriends and risk being put through the humiliation Ariel had endured. Meanwhile, all the jilted lovers knew their women were being satisfied in ways they never could accomplish.
Everyone mounted up, the Slave-master leashed the men to the saddles again as they continued their path to the settlement.
CHAPTER 4
THE ESCAPE
The journey continued winding through the forest for the rest of the afternoon. Ariel's arms and legs were exhausted. The way Lucien had her trapped against him was getting painful. Her wrists felt like they were being rubbed raw with her arms pulled up and looped around the back of his head, held secure with her leather bindings. Her thighs were starting to burn. She was not much of an athlete and the strain on the unused leg muscles as she tried to hold herself up to relax her poor arms was too much to bear.
As she lowered herself to the saddle, she felt the now familiar rub of the saddle horn on her pussy. The little piece of added leather eased the folds of her labia back forcing direct contact between her pink flesh and the ceaseless motion of the horse as it walked. She felt her juices beginning to flow as she once again tried to lift herself up and away from the constant arousal. This time, her legs just shook. Her arms were too tired to pull herself up.
Lucien felt her body trying to tense and lift, the strain thrusting her breasts up and out. He knew eventually she would fail. He could feel her dismay and recognition that she wasn't going to be able to end her distress anymore. He waited for the saddle's clit-strip to get her suitably aroused and started reaching under her shirt.
"That's it. Just rock with the horse," Lucien murmured in her ear, the wide brim of his hat shadowing her face. The hand with the reins went under her shirt, lifting it and exposing her. He took the edge of the rein and started sawing it against her tight nipple. It felt rough and sharp, a small feeling of pleasurable pain against the tight bud.
His free hand caressed her quivering bottom in small, circular strokes. She could feel him hardening as her senses were being over-loaded. "Lucien, please," she begged through her tears.
"Shush. Just feel, Ariel. You will experience such pleasure. It's what I desire for you," Lucien whispered, brushing her ear with his lips.
"I don't want this. I don't want this with you." she moaned.
"Yes you do. We both know this. It's only misplaced guilt that's confusing you right now. Ariel, you'll start to crave the things I can make you feel. Every release I give you, every sigh and moan from your lips will be my reward for saving you," he chanted.
He pushed her bottom forward, reached around her with his hand and manipulated her hooded clit so it would be in direct contact with the soft leather clit-strip. She tried to back away and he leaned forward in the saddle, trapping her in this anguished position. He started to gently massage the sensitive flesh inside her thigh as she rocked against the torment. The hand on her nipple pinched harder than he had before causing a painful jolt through her breast, contradicting and enhancing her arousal.
His tongue worked the shell of her ear, following the swirl downward until it plunged into the canal. Ariel started moaning, trying to escape from the never ending assault on so many different parts of her body. She could feel her climax building and knew there was no way to avoid it. As the first orgasm raced through her, she leaned back against Lucien's chest. He kept her pressed firmly against the saddle and kept her cumming until she cried softly and begged him again to stop.
As the last shudder trembled through her thighs, he leaned around and kissed her open, gasping mouth. Instinct from her release had her tongue thrashing against his. She smelled his scent of leather and woods, a primal smell that was distinctly Lucien. "I can't fight you, can I?" she said, exhausted.
"I don't want you to. It will be all right, Ariel. Just relax and it will be all right," he said calmly. He moved back in the saddle a little, letting her sopping sex move back from the treacherous saddle horn and rested her bottom on his thighs. After a few minutes, he gently pushed her forward so she once again hung by her straining arms and thighs.
Occasionally, she would try to use her thighs and arms to adjust her position. There was no strength left in her.
The rest of the afternoon was a torment between unwanted climaxes, straining muscles and depletion as she'd fall back against Lucien's chest and his mouth would find hers, an assault she'd begun answering as it meant a brief respite from the continuous sexual torture.
They stopped for the night in an area surrounded on three sides by rocks. The horses were tied outside the shelter. Lucien dismounted and helped Ariel down from the horse. As he placed her on the ground, her strained legs buckled and she collapsed against him. He caught her and carried her to the campsite, placing her near the other women who were suffering the same symptoms.
Mike had heard Ariel's moans all afternoon. He could see the way she sought Lucien's lips, how she collapsed into his arms when they stopped. How could she do this to him? They'd been together for two years, and the little slut fell into his torturer's arms.
While the Vampires were busy helping the Slave-master attend to the men, securing them to various outcroppings on the inside edge of the circle, Ariel, Christal and Shawna moved closer to each other to talk.
"There's no way I'm going to be able to outrun Lucien," Ariel said. "My legs feel like rubber. They knew this, didn't they? They purposely made us ride like that, knowing we'd barely be able to walk, much less run."
"Christal, how are you?" Shawna asked. Shawna was doing much better than her friends. Her long limbs kept most of the strain off her legs, and she was a well conditioned athlete for her track races. She knew she had the best chance of escaping, but she needed at least one other person to split up the men. Christal was a little taller than Ariel, and Nicholas wasn't quite as tall as Lucien. Shawna was hoping it was enough of a difference that Christal wouldn't have been affected quite as badly as Ariel.
"Very shaky. It seems to be getting a little better now that we're sitting." Christal replied.
"Shawna, I'm not going to be able to get away. Figure out how I can help you. One of you has to make it out of here for help." Ariel had resigned herself to staying behind.
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