“I’m yours for the taking, use me however you wish, I am here to please you.”
Without a second of hesitation, he unzips and pulls her mouth onto his hard cock. “This pleases me girl.”
She closes her eyes and indulges in the taste of his firm cock between her lips. She purrs causing him to moan in passion. She forces every inch down her throat and he’s amazed that she refuses to choke. She slowly flicks her tongue all over the head and tip and feels his body tremble. She desperately wants to touch his body and feel him stripped naked and writhing beneath her.
For a moment Cameron forgets his worries of turning into a vampire. He doesn’t care about the revenge; his mind completely dissolves at her sucking. She sucks harder and faster, until the pleasure of her tongue causes him to steady his balance on her shoulders. Eyes glowing so bright that the crypt is florescent green. She hears him moan, heavy breathed and screaming; she ever so slowly reaches her hands for his thighs hoping to please her master.
He pulls her to her feet by her hair. “You’ll do well to do as I say woman.” He says, trying to keep his breath. “Take off your clothes.”
She flashes her grin, feeding off his rage and cruelty. She trails her sharp nails down her clothes and cuts the strings with the edge of her nails. She slowly seductively takes her shirt off and stands in front of him stark naked with a devilish smile and eyes glowing she strongly places her hands on her hips throwing her head back and laughing at his antics.
His thoughts wander. Does she not know who I am? Has she forgotten my lust for revenge? Does she not sense my growing rage? “Turn around and grab your heels.” He commands.
She feels the anger growing within his soul. She slowly turns around and takes her time, she bends all the way to the ground and places her palms on the cold crypt floor. She then grabs her ankles and turns her eyes to look at him with her evil smile, “Is this what you want? To take advantage of a creature that can kill you in a one bite?”
He enjoys his view, yet Cameron’s mind is tumultuous. This girl can kill me though she says we are equal in power? I need training in the ways of a vampire, I have yet the understanding of my power to take her from her place of power. He rubs his hand over her naked back. Merely her lust keeps her from killing me, the time will come when I can exact my revenge; she will yet beg for mercy, but the time is not yet to come. Remembering that the green eyed beauty before him can read his mind, he whispers “You know that by letting me live, I will kill you when the chance arises. But until then.” Cameron takes his cock and plunges it inside her.
Belladonna fiercely arches her back and the echoes of her screams fill the crypt. Her fangs protrude, “Do with me as you wish. Kill me if you must, but drain me completely for if you don’t I shall return and you will die a slow and torturous death!” Cameron pounds her faster as she grips the wall for support. Breath heavy and breasts bouncing, she begs for release.
He grabs her hair and thrusts harder as his own fangs protrude. “Torturous death?” He groans, “What do you know about tortuous death?” He tightens his grip on her waist. “I don’t want to drain you.” He pulls her head to his left roughly, exposing her neck. “I want you to FEAR me.” He yells.
She fiercely screams as she reaches her climax. Thrusting his cock hard she hisses, “Give me something to fear and I might not laugh at your request.” She grins and laughs loudly, the sound fills his soul the sound resonating in his head. He grows violent and more angered by her words. His yell echoes throughout the crypt as he cum’s while pulling out of her. In desperation he bites her neck with his fangs and begins to greedily suck her blood.
Her breathing increases. She runs her left hand up the back of his neck and through his hair. Her other hand grips his arm, “Drink, I am eternally yours.” She starts to fear that this shall be the beginning of her slow demise. Her pulse echoes in her ears. She’s getting weaker by the second, trembling in his arms she moans in ecstasy.
A trail of her dark blood runs over her breast as he tastes her sweetness. He tastes his growing power and his sense of victory. No longer feeling like prey. He slows his sucking to savor this moment in his twisted mind. You are mine. He tells her in his mind.
She slowly feels her power fading with each drop of blood. She knows that he is now in control. She can barely stand, he holds her up with his newfound strength and begins to shake, “What are you going to do to me?” The words barely escape her lips. For the first time in her immortal life she feels fear in the darkest parts of her soul.
He drops her naked body to the floor and licks the blood off his wrist, smiling victoriously. Her energy courses through his veins and he triumphantly answers. “Whatever I want.”
The glow in her eyes start to fade, she looks him deep into the eyes as her breath slows rapidly. Her teeth exposed she cannot move and knows she will not go on much longer, unless he replenishes the blood he took. She needs a victim, the evil smirk on his face pierces her soul,
“I shall die if I don’t feed, please don’t let me fade.”
He bites his finger and lets it drip on her face, just enough to keep her from fading fast. He wants to enjoy her end. “Beg me.”
Her eyes begin to fade, she looks deep into his eyes unable to move. She swallows the drop and her body craves more. The blood tears stream down her cheek, her limbs are useless. “Please, I beg of you. I need to feed. Please don’t let me die.” Her breath grew shallower by the second, she sends him a thought, I will do whatever you wish of me to do for all eternity, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Having raped and killed many girls, yet never having experienced a moment as sweet as this, his excitement caused his cock to get hard again. He flips her onto her stomach, relishing the sight of her beautiful naked body and her helplessness.
“I am going to rape and kill you now. I will hear your begging but I will not listen.” He says as he keels over her legs.
He bends over and whispers in her ear: “Laugh at me now.”
Her body is excited by his hard cock, but her mind paralyzed with fear. The blood tears stream down her face as her pulse slows. Her eyes fade and her breath grows weaker. Her teeth still exposed waiting for the return of her blood.
She weakly begs for her life unable to scream, “Please, I will do whatever your body wants and whatever you need. Please don’t let me lose my immortality.”
The love in her voice makes him ponder, she sends him a thought. Please, I shall never laugh again. I am weakened by fear I am eternally yours for the taking.
He lifts her limp pelvis off the cold crypt floor and begins to fuck her. Slowly but firmly, all the while secretly weighing his choice. “I will take your body, I will take your life and your mind.” He knows that he needs someone to teach him, that his revenge would have disastrous repercussions on his new life, and yet he craves retribution for the humiliation that this vampire has caused him. “I could’ve been your slave.” He groans as he rapes her now limp body.
Her eyes close from the weight of her nearing death. She moans breathing as much as she can, her pulse pounding in her ear as she feels the power of his cock between her legs. She cannot speak. Her vocal chords cannot move to form the words. The blood tears streaming down her face, she sends him one last thought before the breath of death approaches.
I had to give you my strength, I wish to see you fulfill your darkest wishes for all eternity. Too beautiful and twisted to be my slave, I beg to be yours. Dawn soon approaches and I am almost to my demise. With her last ounce of strength she whispers, “I am yours.”
“You are mine!” He says violently as he approaches climax. He pulls her head to his shoulder with her hair and thoroughly enjoys his victim’s helplessness. As he cum’s deep inside her body, he cannot hold back his desires and sinks his fangs into her limp neck. Hungrily sucking the last of her life from her, his arm crushingly wrapped around her.
“Goodbye. You were the best pretty victim I ever had.” He drips her corpse to the floor of the mausoleum; catches his breath as he looks at her lifeless body, her sweet face covered with blood tears. He rises, dresses, and leaves her tomb. Knowing that this was an adventure he will never forget.
She feels the approach of death and hasn’t the strength to fight him. Her soul escapes her lifeless body and wanders in dazed confusion. She sees her corpse and watches the one she trusted walk away with her power.
I wonder where he’ll go next… Her soul disappears into nothingness.
Torture Chamber
Written by Belladonna
She awoke in utter darkness from the loss of feeling in her arms, unable to move an inch. The pounding in her head detoured her from understanding. Weightless arms without feeling so sore, from lack of circulation; that she felt the warm tears flow down her face from the agonizing feeling of not being able to move an inch. The steel chains locked tight around her arms and secured firmly in the brick enclosed wall of this torture chamber. Cold dirt beneath her naked body, all she could manage between the pounding of her headache and her muffled tears was to figure out why she was here, before it was too late.
The wheels turning in her spinning head. She tried to remember the last place she found herself. Her head foggy in an unrecognizable haze unable to recall a clear memory of what caused her to end up here. As she tried to focus she noticed the sounds of heavy footsteps from above her head. The creaking of wood and the streaks of white light shining through a solitary crack in the ceiling, her only light source. Barely able to focus on it in the midst of darkness and haze of what she didn’t realize was a drug induced state; her eyes crossing trying to make out any details of where she was. Her eyes betrayed her. Unfocused, blurring and tearing up.
She pondered intently as silently as possible trying to decipher this amnesiac state. The only image that came to mind was leaving her favorite fetish club in the middle of the night, as her heels clinked loudly down the back alley where she always parked. A special spot reserved for, Mistress Bella. She’d been in the scene for years and up unto this point mastered the ability to always be prepared for anything the world had to throw at her. From the lowliest most demented slave to the most bizarre circumstances. She always had a million different forms of foresight to prepare her for anything...except Jimi.
It vividly came back to her, she was kissing a few of her closest and most depraved friend’s goodbye for the evening before taking the backdoor out to the ripperesque alley that she’d grown so accustomed too. Walking to her car as the silent breeze of three a.m. molested her soaked skin, latex always made her porcelain flesh as slick as the vinyl she wore so elegantly. Remembering relishing in the breeze she leaned her head back and felt the most intense pain slam against the left side of head. She awoke to the same darkness she fell victim to, with absolutely no idea of who was behind this or why she was brought here in the first place, all she could do now was wait.
Her limbs ached, she lost feeling in her fingers and forearms hours or days ago, whichever was accurate she couldn’t be sure. Feeling the loose soil below her she heard the sounds of liquid dripping into a bucket nearby. If only she knew that each drop was a drop of her own blood, unable to feel the IV that was in her arm, milking her for every last liter of eternal elixir. Mere inches away from her were bones from past victims that didn’t make it out of such hell, though she was ignorant of such things; unable to reach anything in the position she was forced into, as captive.
Her head harnessed back only allowing her to move inches away from the wall before the chain gave out and forced her to a halt. Moving her legs from underneath her pulling herself forward to see where she was, all she could feel was a wooden pillar that she was barely able to reach with the tips of her outstretched toes. She did her best to find a position to alleviate the horrifying pain shooting down her arms. Suddenly a bright light enveloped the room. She was unable to see anything, but heard Jimi’s footsteps approach.
“Here, take this.” The voice told her firmly.
“What is it?” Mistress Bella asked immediately.
“That is of no concern. However if you wish for that splitting headache to go away I suggest you take this.”
Mistress Bella was hesitant yet unable to deny this man both from fear and blinding pain. She opened her mouth and felt a small bitter pill on her tongue, and then she felt the tip of a glass held to her lips as she slowly sipped the water, as much as she could take. So ravenously thirsty she was from the Rohypnol the water spilling down her naked breasts as she heard him sigh heavily from watching.
“I assume you enjoy it when women spill a little?” She asked mischievously forgetting where she was.
But before she could continue her thoughts she felt her head slammed hard against the brick wall, her mouth shoved open and his finger inserted forcing its way in probing her mouth most invasively. Gripping her hair with his hands and leaning in with the harshest most brutal tone she had ever heard from any man alive.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, you are no longer in charge. If you choose to defy me in any way you will reap the consequences; and rest assured these little cunts already did.”
As her eyes struggled to focus Mistress Bella noticed the grouping of skulls and artistically placed bones in a pile across the opposite side of this torture chamber staring at her from a distance. Their presence tormenting her with impending doom if she crossed… a single line.
She watched as he kneeled down to the arm with the IV dripping her blood into a small glass container. She was mortified that she was unable to feel such a violation, her eyes fiercely opened her breathing increased and instantly Jimi’s dark brooding gaze was upon her. His thick wolf like mane seemed to stand on end. His piercing eyes with an endless glow penetrating into her heart. She could feel him gripping her heart like a vice and letting it go with a devious smile. The sound of snapping latex gloves filled the chamber as Jimi smiled deviously into her eyes watching every moment of pain.
Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened to reveal an emotion that was not expected, arousal. She moaned heaving her large pale breasts in his direction watching his mouth open and smile into the most sinisterly haunting expression. His mouth curled into a wicked grin, squeezing every last drop from the rubber tube into the glass container. He reached into his lab coat and proceeded to pull out two very large, very intimidating nipple clamps. Although altered quite sadistically with tiny needles that would leave for the most vividly beautiful blood stained breasts a sadist could ever desire.
“I may have use for you after all.” He proceeded out of the chamber and once again she was left in darkness.
Her arms now a bright red and blue began throbbing. She began struggling to get out of her binds at all costs. Defying all logic or reason for safety she proceeded to shake her arms as much as possible the clanging of the chains echoed off the brick walls instantly she heard footsteps. These were not the slow calculating footsteps that she previously heard, no these were footsteps of anger; of rage that such defiance was an issue. The door slammed open and down came the swift moving legs this time with boots on, steel toed.
“Did I permit you to make noise? Do you have a death wish?” gripping her hair and forcing her to look him in the eyes, he smiled laughing as the tears welled up in hers.
“Already crying for me, what a good girl. Tears are a masochist’s gift to the sadist.” The warm tears streaked down her cheeks once again her lip quivering in fear and mostly pain.
She quietly spoke, “May I ask you a question?”
Most pleased with such a change of personality already the Stockholm’s syndrome was working. Smiling, Jimi stated firmly and most directly while he held her chin and proceeded to place his thumb onto her lips.
“Yes you may, though you will always address me as Master. Failure to remember that and there w
ill be severe consequences, is that understood Bella?” her eyes widened it was so difficult for a complete stranger to know her name. She despised being so vulnerable, this was the worst form of torture for her.
Whimpering from her arms, her mind racing desiring to know how he knew her by her underworld alias. But she knew if she waited any longer to beg for her arms release that her body could shut down from the abuse.
“Please Master. I beg of you, free my arms. I cannot feel them.”
Master Jimi laughed, “Tell you what beautiful, not only will I free your arms but I’ll also give you an opportunity for freedom.”
He unlocked her arms and they fell like rocks instantly to her side. She struggled to move forward without her arms, tried to get up from her knees and started crawling towards the stairs before she suddenly fell over in a haze. Her face inches away from one of the skulls she leaned back and shook her head.
Under her breath she whispered, “You bastard, of course it wouldn’t be that easy…it never is.” She began to laugh somewhat hysterical at the entire situation.
“I love your determination, it’s why I brought you here in the first place; along with other desires.” Jimi leaned over her naked body, her limbs right next to her sides, unable to protect his approaching violations.
“Mmmm I’ve been waiting for you for a long time Bella and now that you’re mine, I’ll do whatever I desire, to fulfill my cravings completely.”
Jimi leaned into her exposed neck and inhaled her sweet scent biting viciously into her neck, taking the air from her lungs in a violent gasp followed by the most satisfying moan. He pulled back and peered into her eyes with a perplexed yet excited look:
“You will be my most challenging experiment yet.” Her lips so full of angst that they fell open like a swollen piece of fruit hanging from the vine aching for harvest. He leaned in closely as if he was going to satiate such a bite with a penetrating kiss. Her body betraying her she leaned in longing for the completion to such torment. Smiling wickedly, he pulled away and stood up, with a sizeable erection pressing firmly against perfectly tailored black slacks. Longingly her eyes feasted upon him as he cracked his knuckles, shook his head in a calculated movement; to center his focus once more on his tasks. His devious smile glowed while laughing to himself he immediately turned to leave the torture chamber with one last remark.
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