“I missed you for so long Sara. I searched for you over oceans and countries, wondering if I’d ever see you alive again. This is why you’re here now, why we’re both here, so I can keep you safe for eternity, never worrying about you vanishing again without a trace.”
Sara feared that her dreams for escape would never arrive, she was truly a slave, trapped here against her very will, never realizing that this was the truest adoration for one who was owned completely.
Kyle felt a twinge of panic, he could sense that the only loyalty in this room that persevered through the darkness, shifts in personality and moods of monstrosity was provided in full by Jess, but never would it be given to them by Sara.
“She’s too far gone my darling, it’s too late, how will I find a way to break it to you at dawn, that there’s nothing more I can do, Sara has to die.”
Kyle disheartened by the choice that had to be made, continued to watch these two creatures of the night claw and writhe in echoes of pleasure, twisted in contorted positions to reach their ultimate satisfaction.
“Mount me and rub that silken pussy all over mine!”
Mistress Bella commanded in utter desperation, aching to feel the weight and forceful grip of her strong slave writhing uncontrollably on top of her. Jess moved forward, sensually rolling over her cunt, still raised with thighs spread and waiting. Sara crawled up on top of the stone bed and reached her left thigh over her beloveds while wrapping the other beneath hers their pussies instantly kissing.
Pressed together firmly, both women gripped each other’s thighs and began to move forward and backward, side to side, slowly building circles that violently pushed both women to the edge of insanity as they lashed out towards one another’s breasts and necks. The succubi gripping firmly to hold their position as Sara started bouncing violently on her Mistresses cunt.
Both women screaming, covered in beads of sweat that trickled down their bodies soaking the floor along with the puddles of pleasure that pooled down below. Mistress Bella reached forward with her other hand slapping Sara across the face hard and pulling her lips towards her firmly;
“You will never leave my side again without permission do you understand me? It nearly cost us our lives, and I almost lost you forever!” Her eyes welled up with tears and so did Sara’s, she cried endlessly in her Mistresses arms;
“I’m so sorry my Queen, I should’ve listened, and I should’ve known that your feelings are always right. Please forgive me, I cannot stand it when you’re angry with me.”
Sara and Jess both violently came in that moment, their moans of pleasures turned towards tears of pain and agony filled with sexual release, leaving Sara collapsed on top of her Mistress, crying into her milky breasts and hugging her endlessly wishing she’d never wandered off that night so many years ago.
“Will you stay? If you will I’ll forgive you, Sara you must stay. It’s our only chance for survival, and to be together the way we’ve always hoped we’d be without worry, fear or want of anything but the time when the sun goes down and we’re together again once more. It can be like this every day don’t you see?”
Mistress Bella waited for her response of agreement but heard nothing, she felt Sara’s breath heavy and short, rapid and quick. She knew the fear inside her, she felt it pounding against her hitting her heart like a heavy stone. Kyle saw in her eyes in that moment what he’d always feared, she really was untamable, and no amount of love or torture would ever be enough to satisfy the wandering soul of this ancient whore. She’d tear down the house by the foundation with her bloody hands, if it fit into her plans of following her whim. Jess felt the dread building inside her soul, she knew he was watching and she felt his decision ticking by quickly like the sounds of an old pocket watch that was close to breaking. She knew by sunrise she’d know Sara’s fate, but until then she did her best to help her see through painted picture just how perfect life could be here, if only she’d just believe.
Chapter 31:
Wrathful Initiation
For hours Jess held Sara in her arms, whispering sweet nothings and endless memories into her ear. Brushing the hair from her face, her long nails dragging softly through the beautiful woman’s endless river of black, gently touching her head and tormenting energy softly, serenely down her neck and spine.
“You know that I love you Sara don’t you? After all these years, no matter what either of us have had to do to survive, you will always be the one that stole my heart and set my soul towards an endless path of rampant obsession. I should’ve turned you in and locked you up along with those you were working for at that time. But I couldn’t help myself though, after reading your files from headquarters, you were everything I dreamt of and wanted to obtain in this life, you’ve always been worth sacrificing everything for just to be with you.”
Sara smiled and reached for her mistress; “I love you more than life itself, whatever happens I am finally at peace, knowing that we’ve had this time together, and that the twisted man above is tormented by something dark and sinister that in turn left me in pieces without you. I see now what glory there is in such realizations in life, but mistress there’s a part of my soul that will always stay wounded and broken so long as I am here. The things he did to me, or whoever that was inside of him when you were gone. I want to kill him with my bare hands while he sleeps, and nothing in this world, not you or the time that passes will change this visceral feeling I have for revenge. I want to carve out what’s inside of him and leave it in the snow for the wolves to feast on it. We have to leave this place before it’s too late, please my beloved, and come with me?”
Her eyes heavy and weeping filled with tears for the answer she already knew awaited her that escaped her delicate petal lips, so full and sensual. She couldn’t take yet another cruel word from them without collapsing into a pile of tears and agony.
“My love, my place in this world is here, for centuries I have dreamt of his face, felt his energy coursing through me in the night, waking me from the deepest of sleep to call out once more hearing his voice inside my head, the moment I stepped foot here I knew I was finally home. All that is missing is my prized feline beside me and without your surrender, I fear what will happen after he realizes that you are unable to comply with my wishes, but more importantly ours.” Mistress Bella lovingly embraced her;
“I can never expect you to love him, to forgive him or to even find space in your being not to desire to feast on his flesh for the sheer pleasure of sweet revenge. For it’s the same pain I feel deep inside my being, the same desire I’ve always had the very moment I knew that you were gone that dark, cold frost bitten night.”
She continued, “It was devastating to realize that the one who made me in another life into the vampire queen that you worship to this day, was the same predator who captured you and took you away from me leaving me alone in this universe my entire world vanished the night you ran out on me. I never stopped searching and I never will stop searching if you again flee like your tormented gypsy soul demands you too every time peace or solace arrives in our world together.
She pleaded with her; “But Sara know this, if you leave I may not be able to rescue you, he may keep me away from you, he has a power over me that you have witnessed that nobody else on earth has possessed and still to this day I have yet to understand in full comprehension what abilities he uses against me that I am forced to surrender without will. Promise me you won’t do anything irrational even in this tortured state you must stay with me, I’ll never forgive myself if I watch you die.”
Mistress Bella watched her slave crying freely and softly knowing that the look in her eyes signaled that they had truly never been alone. He was always watching, sensing, listening and searching for that moment that she would fail, her basic instincts would provoke a wild and rampant need to flee into the dead of night, without any warning, just reckless abandon that would surely leave this
untamable creature to meet her precious death for the last time. Above the stirrings flowed forth from a dead man’s heart, Darkeel was pleased to hear such ramblings of protest from the slave he knew that was ripe for the slaughter.
“Mmm, I knew she’d never break, you thought you did your worst but it’s up to me now.”
His hallowed throaty chuckles echoed in the mind of Kyle waking him from his catatonic state, his fists pounding deeply into the stone wall nearby cracking it and shuddering layers of trophy papers onto the back of the couch.
“Fuck! Why does everything have to be so complicated?!”
Kyle stood and slammed his hands on the desk, watching the closed circuit television screen, he knew Jess could feel his eyes upon her, she instantly teared up and looked back. She stared heartbroken into the camera before closing her eyes, and turning her head in dismay.
“I traveled through vast oceans of time and space to find her, to capture that whore just to bait you my pet, to ensure you’d have everything you needed to keep you in my arms forever, and this is how she repays me?!”
Slamming his hands on the desk in a fitful rage that effervesced slowly like lava bubbling to the surface to instantly change his eyes deep red. Two glowing embers raging with the need to kill, two beings once again working together as one. Atropine be damned nothing would stop this thirst anymore, there was no waiting for sunrise, tonight the untamable whore would find her fate at the bottom of Royal Gorge. As his eyes illuminated throughout the room, penetrating the darkness, the papers began to burn, the television screen went black and as his hands gripping together tightly formed into two vengeful fists, the screen cracked, split and shattered into a billion pieces. Darkeel’s voice escaped Kyle’s lips for the first time in his life, laughter dark and haunting filled the smoky air, instantly suffocating the fire and leaving ash scorched papers in an ocean of darkness, as he snuffed out the light.
Two boots booming towards downstairs, the dungeons were as silent as the grave, yet the victims inside were stirring. They’ve grown accustomed to his energy, and felt his coursing fury striking through them like lightning. As he passed by they started yelping and crying simultaneously weeping in tear soaked screams, alerting the women below, Mistress Bella feared what would happen next, but it was far too late the moment her voice rang out, “Sara, I love you.”
Jess was already fast asleep, her body floating once more in the air against her will, she felt her consciousness suffocated in darkness. She wondered if this was what it was like to be in a coma by then her body was floating up the stairs at an alarming rate. Stealthily through the hidden panel in Kyle’s bedroom, resting her body on the dark hunter green sheets, she felt her limbs revive and her mind wandering back into imprints of reality, feeling herself awaken to the fact that she was now in Kyle’s bedroom, all alone, without any certainty as to how she arrived here in the first place.
Darkeel emerged in the doorway of the mausoleum, Sara’s trembling state left her curled up wrapped in the red robe in tears, clinging to the corners of the room wishing she’d never made the mistake of letting her emotions get the better of her one last time.
“Oh God! Please, No!”
Her screams echoed in the hollowed underground chamber, but it was too late, before she could flee, plead or grovel for her life his hands were already around her throat. Her body slammed into his hands from across the room, he never took a step, and he forced his victim to come to him, defying her mind, body and will completely.
“No Please, No!”
His smile never changed and neither did his glowing eyes. Burning the infernos of hell with an evil grip that drained the very life force of his victims from the center of their crushing hearts. Sara was choking, her eyes bulging as she looked Darkeel directly into the eyes;
“Kyle, if you’re still there, she’ll never forgive you, you must know this, and you’ll lose her forever this way.”
She waited and saw the beautiful face of the one she loved the only hope she had to hold onto, her beauty, and her smile, the laugh that was both delicate, vivacious and contagious. Darkeel instantly stunned into subservience to Kyle’s will instantly recoiled from such light, his eyes changing back to green and his face confused yet shocked found himself slowly lowering her to the ground, releasing his grip on her delicate freshly bruised neck.
Sara started to cough violently, she fell to her knees on the stone floor, kissing his boots graciously and reaching for his strong thighs begging him for forgiveness.
“Please, I wish I didn’t feel this way towards you, but after being here for so long, it repels me to be near the one that has tortured me, please just let me go, I know she’ll never leave your side, I want her to be happy, but I just can’t be here anymore.”
Sara collapsed into a devastating pile of tears beneath his feet, he could’ve easily crushed her, one swift blow underneath his boot and she’d never regret anything in life ever again. But instead Kyle weakened by her devastation and wounded by the fact that he’d drive a permanent wedge between him and the one he loved, found himself compelled to wrap her gently in the robe, to pick her up and to lovingly carry her to her resting place; her iron clad cage.
“Please forgive me, I don’t even know where I am, there’s no possible way that anybody will ever believe me, I’ll disappear and go back to the old world, you’ll never see me again.”
Sara tried to bargain, negotiate as best as she could, knowing full well with abundant vitality she had the ability to persuade even the most powerful of men to compromise to her ideas, her desires and even her will.
“You mean she will never see you again…”
Kyle’s eyebrow raised challenging her naïve ideal when she knew full well that the moment she disappeared that Jess would do everything in her will to find her.
“If you leave, so will she, and I can’t risk losing her again, we’ve spent so many lifetimes apart. Searching, haunted by the distance and the mediocre connections that pale in comparison, leaving us awake in the middle of the night, furiously writing, trying our best to appease the very part of our soul that will never truly rest.”
He continued to carry her up towards the dungeon floor, her head nestled against his chest, eyes closed, tears flowing endlessly as he continued to give her the only closure she was allowed to have in this bizarre world that for now, was her only home.
“You are the missing puzzle piece to her happiness and ultimate fulfillment, and in turn you are the missing piece to this entire world that I’ve spent a lifetime building and with one decision you plan to tear down everything I’ve ever worked for. My hands have bled, I have endured centuries of torture and backbreaking work to ensure my empire and my legacy would be in pristine condition for my children to inherit after I am no longer walking this earth. Your whims and wild antics cannot be tolerated any longer, you’ve left me no choice Sara. You will be hunted for slaughter, as I’ve discovered in this life, to save the many, sometimes we must sacrifice ourselves in the end.”
She felt the door swing open, Sara recognized the lighting and the creaking sounds of this iron cage, the room she’d spent years in, against her will, wondering, hoping and wishing she’d see her mistresses face one last time.
He placed her gently onto the floor and stepped back out to lock her inside, where he left her with a final phrase that would haunt her until the end of time.
“At dawn you shall have your formal sentencing, you have one final chance to prove your worthy, and we’ll see each other again soon. You have my word.”
Kyle slowly closed the iron barred door, his hood over his shoulders his lips the only apparent image in the darkness of the dungeon in early morning. She watched him disappear into the unknown, his heavy steps vanishing and leaving the torture chamber filled with its tormented victims in complete and utter silence.
“Oh, Goddess give me the strength to surrender to him.
I cannot see those desperate eyes of hers anymore, I must break free from this fear to flee.”
Sara’s voice softly whispered in tears in her room, she felt all alone far away from the world above with all its earthly problems and predilections. She curled up and fell fast asleep on the cold concrete floor beneath her warm body, wrapped within the soft delicate folds of the crimson robe that adorned her flesh like a soothing river of blood.
Jess was still fast asleep in a catatonic dream state above in the sumptuous folds of Kyle’s sheets, waiting to be revived from her intoxicating dream. The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter wandered below downstairs, visiting his private office within the heart chamber of his haunted resting place, to survey the damage that he left in his infuriated state.
“Well, it’s not as bad as I was expecting, at least he left the data I gathered, there’s more bodies missing than he wants me to know about. I can’t let them pile up around us, burying us in and exposing what I lack in self-control.”
Kyle leaned over towards a cabinet that was resting there covered in dust and books filled with his writing. He opened it and pulled out his hunting bag, his additional arrows, ax, rope, traps and a rifle with enough ammunition to ensure that even if luck was on her side that he’d be ready for her. Darkeel’s voice chattered in his mind;
“Now we’re talking, it’s been too long old friend, you owe it to me.”
Kyle snapped back aloud; “I owe you nothing, you’re lucky I don’t let her carve you out of me, leaving your piss soaked husk on the snow for me to set on fire, to be rid of you once and for all. A dream among dreams my sick friend.”
Suddenly without warning Kyle fell to the floor violently seizing uncontrollably.
“Fuck!” He yelled in agony.
He felt his breath quicken and his body doing its best to stabilize beyond the searing pain in his eyes, he stood up slowly, shaking and buckling under the pressure he quickly grabbed the back of his chair and stabilized himself until he could breathe normally again.
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