Ariel's Desire: A Novel of Vampirism and Submission

by Candace Smith

  Lucien had commanded Ariel to get him a cup of coffee. After the obligatory "Yes, Sir," she rose to do as he'd asked. As she passed in front of Mike on her way to the fire, he leaned forward, tripped her, and grabbed her by her braid dragging her over to him.

  Mike slapped her face hard and screamed, "You bitch! You little whore! Fucking that bastard and enjoying yourself while he…"

  Surprising everyone, Dave made it to them before Lucien or the Slave-master. He pulled Ariel away as he tackled Mike. "That is Lucien's woman!" Dave yelled at his former friend, filled with rage.

  Ethan reached down and touched Dave's shoulder. "Dave, good job. Let him up now," the Slave-master said calmly.

  Ethan was impressed as Dave immediately released Mike and stood by his side, still shaking with anger. "Go back and sit down. You did very well." Dave was incensed that Mike would treat Ariel like that. Incensed that he would disrespect Lucien that way. Furious at Mike, he went back over to Paul and Zippo and sat down as ordered. The two men tried to calm him, now understanding completely why Ethan had chosen the big man.

  Lucien grabbed Mike's jaw so hard you could hear it pop. "Yes, Mike. I already told you how I pleasure her. Tonight you'll get to watch and listen and you will never, ever touch her again! Bind him." Lucien ordered the Slave-master. Mike's hands were lashed together in front of him and tied to the ring hanging beneath his ball sack, so his hands rested at the base of his cock. He left no slack to the binding, keeping Mike trapped in the uncomfortable position with his hands almost grasping his limp shaft.

  Lucien picked up a sobbing Ariel and brought her back to their blanket, sitting her high on his lap again. He gently cupped her chin, wiped her tears and ran his fingers softly over the red handprint on her left cheek. He kissed the warm redness and tucked her head into his neck. He stroked her hair, "It's all right. I thought he'd learned. You're alright, my little one." he murmured.

  She cried quietly, her tears dampening his neck and the collar of his shirt. "Shush. Shush, now. It's all right, Ariel." he comforted her.

  "Holy shit!" Paul exclaimed. "The Indians can have that little prick. Who the hell does he think he is, treating a woman that way? Not to mention, Lucien's woman." He looked up at Dave. "That was her boyfriend?" he said in disbelief.

  "Yup, and he's always been an asshole to her. She never seemed to let it bother her before. I think Lucien treats her real well and she's noticing what a jerk Mike really is."

  Zippo agreed. "Mr. L. is pissed off! Did you see the look he gave that guy? Man! I am so glad I'm not in his place. Grabbing his woman? Big time bad idea. Look at the way Mr. L.'s holding her. He's got it bad for that one."

  After things had calmed down and Ariel's crying subsided, Lucien gave the Slave-master a signal. Dave and Ethan got up and went over to the captive men. Lesson time! The Slave-master told the men how they were to refer to the Clansmen with respect, always as sir. He informed them they were immediately to do as they were told, by any of the Clansmen, himself, any elder of the Clan, and Dave. They were to always remember to acknowledge them correctly.

  The men were asked if they understood, they all nodded, except, of course Mike. The Slave-master told the men they would be punished from this point forward for hesitating when given an order or forgetting to acknowledge it appropriately. He ignored Mike's insolence looking forward to whipping the bastard when he didn't comply.

  The Slave-master walked over to Lucien and told him the men all indicated they understood, with the exception of Mike.

  "Ariel," Lucien whispered.

  She looked up at him, his eyes were getting a slight red haze. "Yes?" He patiently looked at her. "Yes, Sir?"

  He kissed her forehead, "Good girl. Unbutton your shirt."

  She nervously looked around the large cavern. Everyone had already seen her naked, except the two new men. She knew she couldn't refuse so her hands reached unsteadily for the top button. Lucien's big hand stopped her. Bewildered, she looked up at him again. "Unbutton your shirt," he said again calmly.

  What was she doing wrong? She was trying to do as he asked but she couldn't with his hand stopping her. She thought for a moment what she should do, and couldn't figure it out. "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong? I'm trying to do as you asked."

  "You always acknowledge my request. If I tell you to do something, you do it immediately and say, 'Yes, Sir.' so I know you heard me," he explained patiently. "Unbutton your shirt."

  Ariel, uncomfortable with the request, still murmured, "Yes, Sir." He moved his hand and she continued to open the shirt.

  Lucian turned her so her back was to him. He was careful not to aggravate her injuries. Ariel was getting a little nervous. It wasn't so bad being exposed when her side was to the room. Now, she faced the fire with her shirt open barely covering her breasts and only her crossed legs covered her sex. Ariel didn't notice all the other Vampires were mirroring Lucien's actions with the other women. This was a well-rehearsed ritual they had followed for centuries, further binding their women to them.

  Lucien pulled her head back against his chest and started his seductive caresses. Ariel's arousal was immediate. She was so conditioned to his touch that her nipples immediately peaked, her pussy muscles clenching with need. She lay quietly with no intent of struggling. "Close your eyes," he whispered into her ear.

  She sighed. "Yes, Sir." Lucien was ecstatic. He rubbed his chin against her ear and gently stroked her sides.

  He looked over at the Slave-master. The big man rose and went to Mike. Dave followed. They forced a thick, long piece of leather between his teeth. It filled his mouth and reached the back of his throat. If he tried to make a sound, it gagged him. They held it in place with a strap around his head. The leather filled his mouth so completely, he could barely make a sound.

  With his hands restrained to his balls, he offered little resistance. His panicked eyes showed his fear as they tied his feet together tightly through the loop on the ankle cuffs. They bent his legs back and strapped his calves to his thighs. Then they tied his ankle strap to his testicle ring with a short lead. This left Mike almost completely immobile and silent.

  Careful not to put more strain on the testicle ring, the two men lifted the inert man and placed him about three feet in front of Lucien and Ariel. Lucien stared down at the frightened man and smiled, fangs fully distended. Lucien felt his cock harden seeing Mike's misery, smelling his fear mixed in with Ariel's arousal. Pleasure and pain, Mike.

  Lucien continued to watch Mike's expression as he started arousing Ariel further. His tongue started tasting her ear. When it entered the canal, she squeezed her thighs and turned her head trying to find his mouth with hers. Keeping her eyes closed as Lucien had instructed her to do, she had no idea Mike was being forced to watch the erotic scene unfold.

  Lucien's tongue licked across her lips as they parted. Her small pink tongue reached out to find his. They danced for a moment in the air until Ariel sucked him into her mouth, Lucien's smiling dark eyes never leaving Mike.

  In Mike's misery, he hated Ariel. She had never given herself to him like she did with Lucien in the two years they had been together. She had concealed her passionate nature so completely, he never realized what a slut she really was. It didn't even cross his mind that he had never once considered pleasuring her instead of his own selfish, immediate needs. He watched Lucien barely touch her, and she shuddered. She disgusted him.

  Lucien's hands started cupping the sides of her breasts, gently squeezing. Ariel's mouth continued to explore Lucien's, tentatively running just the tip of her tongue down his long fangs, than more assertively stroking them with the flat of her curled tongue. He groaned. Although very sharp and very strong, his fangs had sensitive nerves that aroused him when they sliced through flesh. The arousal in turn allowed the Vampire to release the hypnotic, paralytic venom, if they desired.

  Her inquisitive stroking of his sensitive nerves was making it impossible for him to concentrate. He retracted his fangs
slowly, careful not to cut her probing tongue and she giggled into his mouth. He leaned back and she frowned a little, her eyes still closed. He whispered, "That is so not funny. Be careful, little one, you may get more than what you intended."

  Barely stifling another giggle she said, "Yes, Sir." and claimed his mouth again.

  She lifted her arms back, up around his neck like they were the first day they had ridden out on the horse and she loosened his hair. She left one arm up to run her fingers through it, the other resting back at her side.

  His hands moved toward the center of her breasts finding her nipples. Thanks to him sealing the wounds, the rings piercing the base of the nubs didn't hurt. Lucien lightly twisted and pulled at the rings, brushing the tightened buds on the other side. The little pull he was giving the rings became slowly more demanding.

  Ariel moaned into his mouth as he pinched her erect nipples. Both hands left her breasts and softly smoothed their way down her ribs and belly to her wet mound. He hooked a finger through both labia rings and gently separated the folds, forcing her thighs apart. Stroking the pink slickness on either side with the fingers on both hands, she started to squirm and push against them. Lucien continued to stare in Mike's eyes, noticing Mike was watching Ariel's juices start to flow.

  Mike glanced at Lucien's eyes, then enthralled, refocused on Ariel's aroused pussy. The long fingers on one hand parted the folds to her channel holding her open and exposed. Lucien used the tip of one finger to trace the entrance like the lips on her mouth. Slowly, it entered her. Her hips tried to buck gently to fill her faster but the fingers through the rings held her still.

  A second finger entered her and disappeared, knuckle by knuckle into her depths. The other fingers continued to caress her exposed sex. His thumb slipped up to the top of her lips and gently pushed back the protective hood covering her clit. Ariel, pulled her head back and gasped, "Lucien!" He claimed her mouth again, still watching Mike.

  He ran his thumb up and down coating her with her juices. Slipping over her clit, while thrusting his buried fingers he felt her muscles start to grab tightly. With quickening strokes and thrusts he could feel she was close to her release.

  He released her mouth as she started to shudder. His fangs distended as he lightly licked the pulse below her ear. As she groaned her first orgasm, Lucien smiled at Mike and sank his fangs deep into her neck. Ariel moaned. Eyes still closed, the intensity of the orgasms increased to an impossible level as he drank from her.

  Her hips, held still by the rings in her sex lips was agony. The need to thrust herself deep onto Lucien's fingers was her only thought. She was briefly aware of a sting at her throat, so distracted with her passion she could not connect the event with anything of concern.

  All she could feel now was a gentle, soothing tugging at her throat, her neck caressed by Lucien's long hair, and the intense, shattering orgasms. Lucien held her on this course for a few minutes, then gently bringing her down from her release he continued to drink the copper spice liquid that was Ariel. When he finally lifted his head after closing the wounds, his eyes glowed red. He brought his drenched hands up and staring at Mike's petrified face, licked each finger.

  Ariel would remain dazed for a while yet. Although disoriented and unable to move, she could feel every movement Lucien made. Her eyes were open now, she had no choice. Lucien pulled her shirt completely open placed her thighs outside his and bent his knees, exposing all of her to the room. He started caressing and stroking her to climax, forcing her to cum over and over again, her juices drenching her pussy and Lucien's buckskins.

  Lucien still watched Mike. "You never had her." he said calmly. "You never knew how to please her. You are a worthless coward in her eyes now. Smell the scent of her desire. Her desire for me, Mike. Never for you."

  Ariel's senses started returning and Lucien stroked her back down from her tortuous passion. As her awareness returned, she realized Mike had witnessed the entire exchange. She tried to move her legs, to hide her swollen pussy and with a tug on her labial rings, Lucien demanded her to be still. Lucien ordered her to look at Mike's agonized face.

  "I told you, Ariel, pleasure and pain. In the middle of your orgasm, you moaned when I pierced your throat, thrashing out your climaxes. I could taste it in your blood. Even now, the thought is arousing your desire."

  Ariel stared silently at Mike for a few moments. She thought of a two year affair that had satisfied him and left her empty and longing. He never thought to see to her desires. There was little thought to foreplay, the caresses a woman needed. She remembered the thrusting into her sometimes dry passage and always thought there was something wrong with her, some reason she couldn't be aroused. She had felt guilty she couldn't be the passionate woman Mike deserved. Now, she realized her passion had been selfishly ignored by a man consumed with his own pleasure.

  Ariel lifted her gaze to her captor's dark blue eyes. "I love you, Lucien." She kissed him.

  CHAPTER 8

  PARTNERS

  All the women could be heard moaning by the side wall. Their former boyfriends could hear them but the fire blocked most of the view. They didn't need to see what was going on. It was rather obvious. Allen and Doug were, as usual, quietly whispering, leaving Ed straining to hear.

  Mike was taken away and that actually eased the tension. His constant disruptive manner made the other men feel guilty for not knowing what more they could do to end this nightmare. They were constantly apprehensive, wondering when Mike was going to cause more trouble. The men were so off balanced, they just wanted to keep things cooled down. Mike made that impossible.

  Looking forward to a reprieve on their senses and hoping maybe they could rest unbound, able to stretch tired, taxed muscles, the men began to relax and tried to ignore their former lovers' passionate sounds. The confusing change in Dave's status was starting to make sense. He would be much more manageable than Allen or Doug, and Ed wouldn't be able to physically control anyone.

  They had to admit, they had always treated Dave as inferior. They invited him to hang out with them but he always had to fetch the beer, find the remote, get the phone, any menial task none of them felt like getting up to do themselves. Hell, they'd probably have him take a piss for them if it was possible. He always willingly did what they asked with a huge smile on his face, happy to be part of the gang he was unknowingly excluded from.

  "We're sort of arrogant son of bitches, you know that?" Doug asked, more as a statement.

  Allen replied, "It's not really a far stretch to understand how he ended up on the other side. They treat him like he's special. Not 'dim-wit' special like we do, but like he really has worth."

  "I know it's weird but part of me is happy for him. You know he got passed on Pro. I don't think he thought any of us knew. I was doing an article for the Campus Gazette and we were wrapping up the players for the end of the season. I think he knew Paula would be history then he'd lose our group too," Doug informed them.

  Ed, had fallen into almost a catatonic state since the day of the abduction. "I didn't realize. The poor guy. He would have been lucky to end up turning lug nuts. Now, he's practically the one with the whip. I guess he wouldn't feel too much loyalty to us. We're probably nothing but a pain in the ass to him while he gets hold of something he can handle."

  While the men were discussing Dave's conversion they glanced over to the group of four men who were a few feet away just out of ear-shot. The two new guys, Paul and Zippo started laying down blankets and arranging some into pillows on the hard floor of the cave.

  They said something to the Slave-master who nodded and all four men shook hands. Paul and Zippo looped their arms around each other's waists and started to lie down on the blankets, curling around one another.

  "Please tell me we are not going to have to listen to the girls on one side and guys on the other all night," Doug groaned.

  "Could get worse," Allen suggested.

  The Slave-master sat next to Dave, each with a cup o
f coffee. "Remember last night after you were pierced?" the man asked.

  Dave blushed, he so did not want to talk about this. "Yes."

  "How did you feel about that? I mean, forget the head trip. How did your body feel?" Ethan continued.

  "It's kind of embarrassing, you know?" Dave tried his best to deflect the line of questioning.

  "It's important, Dave. There's an acceptance in the Clan, by everybody, for that sort of thing," Ethan explained.

  "I don't know Ethan. Why? I mean, I've never done … never thought I … it's always been girls. I wasn't too smart but there's always a girl for a football player." Dave tried to get the words out right. He didn't want to insult his new friend.

  "Dave, there's never enough women in the settlement. This is the first time in a long time they've taken as many women as men. You guys will be lucky, on down the road. The Masters always, always take the women for themselves. I was dating Heather when we came here. Lucien took her from me," Ethan said quietly.

  "How can you like him so much, then? I mean, weren't you mad at him?" Dave asked with suspicion.

  "Maybe at first. Not after awhile, though. It was kind of like you and Paula. Lucien was very gentle with her, like he is with Ariel. Like Damon is with Paula. I mean, our girls didn't try to escape or anything. The thought of one of the women getting lost or hurt scares the hell out of these guys. Lucien had to make sure Ariel would never consider trying to get away again. They have weird ideas about pain and pleasure being connected. After a few years, we all start thinking that way. When your time is up, well, you'll be the Slave-master then. You'll make your trip down the mountain to bring back new people for the settlement, just like I'm doing." The Slave-master patted the top of Dave's big hand.

  "I'll be spending time teaching you, practicing with the whip like you want to. There's a lot to learn. I'll have about ten years by your side, then I sort of retire. You'll actually be completely in charge of protecting your friends. I mean, you and the Vampires, of course.