Lucien hissed, fangs distending in anger at her rejection. "Get up now. Go over there and strip him!"
Ariel saw red sparks dance in the depths of Lucien's blue eyes. It scared the hell out of her and she jumped to her feet, slowly walking around the fire to the suspended man. Mike tried to kick her. She backed away and miserably looked back at Lucien.
The Slave-master walked up to Mike, drew back a meaty fist and punched him solidly in the stomach. Mike let out a 'Whoomph!' as the air left his lungs. The Slave-master guided Ariel closer again. He whispered to her, "Do as he asked, girl. You don't want to see Lucien angry."
Shaking, she removed Mike's sneakers and socks. She reached and removed his belt. As her fingers moved to the button on his jeans, she looked over to Lucien hoping he would save her. Lucien looked back at her. Even from this distance she could see the red deepening around the irises of his dark eyes. He nodded at her to continue, the tips of his fangs visible on his closed lips.
Mike was staring down at her. She looked up and said, "I'm so sorry Mike. I'm so scared. I'm afraid to disobey him. I hate what he makes me do to you." He mutely continued to stare at her. His brown eyes bored into her, trying to order her to stop, remember he was her lover and refuse Lucien's order. A part of his mind knew that would only make the big man angry with her. He didn't care anymore.
Ariel jerked as Lucien commanded, "Continue. We have six more punishments after Mike, Ariel. Get on with it." Ariel winced knowing she would be one of the six. Her fingers were shaking so badly she had trouble grasping the button. Finally, loosening the silver disk, she reached for the zipper tab. Again, she turned and looked at Lucien with pleading eyes, finding no relief.
The captives looked at the scene unfolding, realizing they were likely in for a similar fate. The zipper tab twice slipped out of Ariel's fingers before she got it lowered. She started pulling the waistband down his legs, hesitated, dipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off as well. She didn't look back up at him as she backed up a step in silence.
"Pick up his clothes. All of them," Lucien ordered.
Ariel picked up the discarded clothing, turned her back to Mike and looked at the ground waiting for Lucien to give her further instructions. "Put them in the fire and come back to me," he demanded. They never let the captives keep their clothes. Removing the reminders of their old lives helped separate them from their past.
Ariel glanced at the clothes and the fire and looked as if she were about to say something. Lucien's glare kept her silent. She walked over to the fire and dropped the clothes into the flames. There was a pungent odor as the rubber from Mike's sneakers started to melt.
She walked over to Lucien and he secured her in his lap again. He had one arm wrapped around her waist as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. As he pulled it open, she whimpered and started to struggle. The arm around her waist tightened. As he continued to bare her breasts, Lucien brushed her ear with his lips. "I'm very disappointed in you, Ariel," he murmured so low, only she could hear. "You don't want to do that, disappoint me. Do you know what a sadist is?" he asked her quietly.
Ariel started trembling, silent tears breaking over her bottom lids and flowing down her cheeks. Lucien continued with maddening calmness. "We enjoy causing pain, Ariel. The only way a Vampire can cope with his endless, lonely existence is to constantly seek stimulation, fulfill our dark desires. Forcing passion and pain feeds us as much as your blood. Your screams arouse us. Your fear causes our fangs to distend in bliss. But, you know the ultimate thrill for us?" Ariel shivered at his words. "The ultimate thrill is causing you pain, and forcing you to enjoy your torment."
She remembered Lucien's excitement when he'd caused her so much humiliation earlier in the day with Mike and later on the ride to this campsite. She thought of the never-ending climaxes he seemed to delight in inflicting upon her. Against her will, her nipples tightened as she thought of the orgasms, more numerous and more intense than she had ever thought possible. She was embarrassed as her pussy dampened against Lucien's thigh. She knew he could sense her arousal.
"Even now" he continued relentlessly in his seductive voice, "I can smell your desire. I can feel your fear and it's forcing my hunger. Your heartbeat, fluttering. I can hear your delicious blood racing through your veins." He slowly licked the pulse below her ear and she closed her eyes and whimpered. "How will you feel, Ariel, as I make you so aroused, squeezing your nipples, stroking your pussy already liquid with desire, while you watch Mike's pain? And you will watch. I can make you tell me every detail of what he's experiencing while I reach deep into your pulsing depths, knowing you stripped him for his punishment because I told you to."
Ariel, let out a sob and squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could. She tried not to listen to him, tried not to allow her body to respond to his words. She couldn't understand how he could make her feel so much need, knowing she was being guided, forced by him.
Mike was hanging naked across the alcove, his lengthened shadow from the firelight on the rock wall behind him. "Look at his arms, Ariel. See how they're stretched. You can see the outline of his tendons pulled so tightly. He's trying to put some weight on his toes." Lucien was again whispering low in her ear. "Open your eyes, watch, Ariel. I bet that little snake of his gets hard before the Slave-master is done with him."
Ariel didn't want to watch her former lover's degradation. "Lucien, please stop. Bind us tighter. We won't try to escape." she begged. "We know now we can't. Lucien, we had to attempt it. We're scared. Why are you doing this?"
"Because it pleases me. The capture, the journey, the marking, all the little lessons you have to learn so I can keep you safe, my Ariel. We have to wait twenty years to feel this excitement again," Lucien murmured passionately.
The Slave-master bound Mike's feet. He turned him around and tied his ankle binding to the hook in the wall so his back faced the fire. He drew a cane from the arsenal of weapons he carried. "How many strikes?" he asked Lucien.
"The first to escape … ten," Lucien said.
"Lucien, his back is already raw!" Ariel gasped.
The Slave-master brought his arm back, and the thin reed whipped at Mike's torso. The blow landed across his right shoulder blade. Mike made no sound, no move for a moment. Then, as a delayed reaction, he bucked his naked hips, contracting his ass muscles tightly and screamed. It was a horrible sound. Ariel jumped in Lucien's arms.
"Have him count them!" Lucien demanded.
The Slave-master walked in front of Mike and said, "Call out the strikes loud enough for Lucien to hear." Mike remained silent, refusing to comply with any demand Lucien made of him. "You best do it, boy. I'll keep snapping at you until he hears you call all ten. If you want that last strike to count, I'd better hear 'One!' and loudly." Mike stayed silent. The Slave-master shrugged. "Suit yourself, then."
He positioned himself again at Mike's back. The next blow struck Mike's left ass cheek. A moment later he shrieked, almost a woman's scream. His hips started pumping wildly. The Slave-master walked up close behind him. He could tell by Mike's shaking he was beginning to cry. "You got something you want to say?"
Mike mumbled, "One."
"Louder, boy," the Slave-master commanded. He was met with silence. "Guess we're starting over." He started to back up to prepare another strike.
"One!" Mike yelled so loudly Ariel froze.
Her stomach was churning as she watched the Slave-master's vicious cane whip high across Mike's right thigh. "Two!" he screamed. The caning went on. By five, Mike was sobbing. His desperate wails counted the strikes. Finally, it was over.
Ariel, was weeping in Lucien's arms. "Watch, little one. Watch as he is turned," excitement in his voice.
The Slave-master untied the leash to Mike's ankles and turned him so he once again faced the circle. His face was wet with tears and sweat, his eyes closed against the pain and his mouth pinched open in a grimace. Drops of moisture ran down his heaving chest and Ariel no
ticed with disbelief, his penis was hard.
The Slave-master approached him and fondled his erection. Exhausted and in pain, Mike moaned in misery and tried to feebly pull away. "Tell Lucien thank you for your punishment. You always give thanks for your lesson," he said, stroking and squeezing Mike's member.
Mike was mortified by his body's response to the man. As the Slave-master stroked then gripped tighter, Mike said, "Thank you." He silently vowed he would kill Lucien.
The Slave-master opened the bottle in his supplies, reached in and took out a long curved needle. He reached up to one of Mike's peaked nipples, attached the tongs and pulled the small, fleshed nub away from his chest. Mike looked down in horror as the man started guiding the needle to the base of the stretched flesh.
Ariel stared mutely. "What do you think his thoughts are right now?" Lucien whispered. "See how his cock jerks with anticipation?"
The curved needle pierced Mike's nipple, tongs holding it clamped in position. "Oh, God … stop." Mike moaned. "Allen, Doug. Please." He begged.
His friends quietly looked down at their laps. They knew there was nothing they could do and suspected there turn at the humiliation was coming soon.
The Slave-master guided the needle back and forth, loosening and widening the hole, as Mike groaned, his penis jerking each time the needle moved. Then he pulled the needle through and put it back in the bottle. Still holding the bleeding flesh with the tongs, he pushed a ring through the openings. He released the tongs and used them to seal together the two edges of the ring. He turned the ring so the melded edges would be sealed inside when the wound healed.
"See how he enjoys the pain? Still hard and aroused? And you, little Ariel, are you getting wet watching him suffer?" Lucien's hand started trailing down her belly. She knew what he would find and despised herself. She wasn't enjoying this. She hated what they were doing to Mike. Why was her body betraying her? How did Lucien know?
He reached her sex and started absently stroking as the Slave-master performed the ritual on Mike's other nipple. Her former boyfriend was now silently weeping with humiliation. The Slave-master lowered to a squat, reached out his rough hand and lifted Mike's sack. Mike gasped, "No!" and tried to jerk away despite the restraints.
The man used the tongs to pull down the soft flesh at the base between his balls, his most tender strip of skin. Mike tried belatedly to clamp his thighs together but the skin was already pulled to the front under his standing cock and secured with the tongs. As the Slave-master pierced the tender skin and inserted the ring the other male captives looked on in panic then the Slave-master started stroking Mike's cock.
"Pay attention, Ariel. See his reward," Lucien whispered breathlessly as he explored her slick folds. Ariel looked at Mike with despair. Lucien lifted his moist fingers and sucked one of them. "Open your mouth, taste your arousal."
Ariel was shocked and clamped her lips tight. Lucien pinched her nose until she had to part her lips to breathe and he stuck the finger with her juices in her mouth, daring her to bite. She fought to remove it, bound hands ineffective against his strength. He chuckled softly, content with his torture.
Lucien started thrusting the finger in and out, caressing her tongue and cheeks. He started pushing it in deeper, touching the back of her throat and making her gag, training her.
The Slave-master kept stroking Mike with his hands while Lucien kept pace with the finger lodged in Ariel's mouth making sure she noticed the comparison. The Slave-master knelt in front of Mike and sucked his cock into his mouth. He was licking the shaft then lapping the swollen head. Mike was pleading non-coherent words in quiet moans. The pace of the oral ministrations increased and the Slave-master started gently squeezing Mike's tight balls. He reached around and grabbed Mike's ass with both hands and started thrusting him harder into his mouth.
Mike climaxed with a shudder, bucking his hips into the big man's face. The Slave-master drank his seed and gently stroked his injured back until the orgasm subsided. He reached down and picked up a leather pouch. He fitted this over Mike's loose testicles feeding the new ring through a slot in the bottom. He tied the lace securely at the top beneath Mike's now slick, flaccid penis.
The Slave-master gave an inquiring look at Lucien. Lucien nodded. Mike's punishment was finally over. He was taken down from the rope and led over to the other shocked male captives. Staring down, unable to meet his friends' eyes, he slumped to the ground and had his hands once again lashed behind his aching back and loosely leashed to the painful ring at the base of his balls, effectively keeping him slightly arched and immobile.
Shawna shrunk back as the Slave-master approached her. "Justin, don't let him touch me!" she shrieked. She started kicking out at the big man. Justin reached down and picked up the small pouch he had removed from his saddlebag earlier. It contained the gold rings she would be adorned with shortly. He pulled Shawna up and she cried, trying to rake him with her broken nails as he removed her shirt. He dragged her to the rock wall and she dug in her heals in protest, pleading with him. He helped the Slave-master secure the Clan's metal cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Then he watched her being raised.
Justin smiled proudly at Shawna as her beautiful long body swung naked in front of her friends. She was caned five strokes with Justin standing in front of her, kneading her quivering breasts, reminding her to count them out.
Christal was already promising Nicholas she would never try to escape again. She was terrified as she watched Shawna being caned, realizing she was next.
Justin helped get Shawna turned around. He tried to calm her while her big brown nipples were pierced with his rings. Two more rings were attached to her sweat glistened brown labia as she sobbed and moaned. A metal collar with an ornamental 'L' and 'Justin' carved in it was placed around her long neck, a slight click as it was locked into place. Justin accepted the key from the Slave-master. Shawna was not brought to climax, a reward to be delivered later by Justin. She fell into his arms as her wrists were released, crying quietly and holding him tightly, begging him to make the pain stop.
Christal's treatment was the same. She started out screaming and shouting obscenities while Nicholas calmly tended to her. Eventually she whimpered out her count. Nicholas took the key to her collar from the Slave-master and carried her back to their space after the piercing was finished. She buried her face in his shoulder and clutched his shirt crying.
Ariel was petrified. "You will never leave me, Ariel," Lucien whispered. "Stand and remove your shirt."
"Lucien, I won't. I won't ever leave you. I can't do this…" she pleaded.
Lucien stood. "Look at me!" he hissed.
She looked up at his towering figure and was captured by his eyes. The blue/black of each iris was surrounded by a glowing red ring. Not the faint image of red she had noticed before, more like a circle of blood. He held out his hand to her. As much as every nerve in her body told her to scream, run, fight, get away, she was frozen to his will and let him lift her to her feet.
He leaned down to her. "Remove your shirt or I will tear it off you and you will finish this journey naked," he threatened.
Ariel's shaking fingers pulled off the already unbuttoned covering. Lucien took her hand and led her to the punishment wall. "I will administer her sentence," he announced to the Slave-master. The Slave-master nodded and collected Lucien's leather pouch of rings along with the collar. This was a change in the ritual and Ethan wondered how badly Ariel had wounded his Lucien by defending Mike.
Lucien announced she was to get three lashes, as she had only abetted those trying to escape. Ed, Doug and Allen wondered guiltily if that was all they would receive, knowing Shawna and Christal withstood five trying to help them.
Ariel would not have the comforting, reassuring caresses her friends had received from their captors. Lucien applied the metal cuffs, tied the rope to her wrists and lifted the whimpering girl off the ground. The Slave-master bound her ankles as Lucien leaned close to her frightened face. He
smiled and she saw his fangs had distended again slightly, then he leaned forward and kissed her. "I love you, Ariel." he said, and turned her around.
Lucien took the cane from the Slave-master. He raised his powerful arm back and swung. The blow struck Ariel in the lower back. At first, all she felt was the pressure, then her back was on fire. She screamed until she thought her lungs would burst. The angry red slash had beads of blood along its length. Lucien stepped forward and whispered into the sobbing girl's ear, "Count for me."
"One." she sobbed.
The rest of the captives were shocked. Lucien's strike was so unbelievably hard against the poor woman's back, much harder than the blows the Slave-master delivered.
She could sense him drawing his arm back again and she clenched the muscles in her bottom. Thwack! The cane slashed across the tender crease at the top of her thighs just under her cheeks. The pain was so bad she thought she would faint. Shrieking, she hoped she would pass out before the third blow was delivered.
Lucien again calmly walked up to her. All she could think about was the agony she was suffering. Confused, she finally realized what he was waiting for. "Two." she gasped.
"Good girl." He kissed the tears on her face.
The final mark crossed her clenched ass cheeks, beads of blood raising slowly along the ridge. Lucien waited for her to quiet her screams and approached her. "Three," she wailed.
"Thank me for your punishment," he whispered to her.
Through her tears, Ariel whimpered, "Thank you, Lucien."
He handed the cane back to the Slave-master and bending down he licked and sealed the welts where they had broken the skin. The Slave-master turned her around and secured her facing Lucien.
Lucien licked the tears off her cheeks and brushed his lips against hers, gently nipping the bottom one with his fang.
He leaned over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Teasing the bud with his tongue and teeth, it peaked to hardness. He took the tongs from the Slave-master and caught the end of her nipple with the clamp and stretched it out. After being handed the needle, he clamped the tongs a little tighter. Ariel barely felt the needle pass through, distracted by the painful, pinching pressure of the tongs. Lucien inserted the ring. When he removed the tongs she gasped as blood circulated back into her aching nipple. Lucien sealed and turned the ring and repeated the ritual on her other breast. He rose and gently kissed her quivering lips.
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