Sable Hart, Vampire Slayer (Book 3): Blood Hunger

by Megan Hawke

  "I would never steal your free will away, baby," I said.

  "No. Of course not. That would be wrong," he said. Then we both looked over at Heidi, just standing there looking all self satisfied in nothing but red pumps and diamonds.

  "Yeah, whatever. I'm a bad, bad girl," Heidi said, grinning mischievously. "Vampire girls need loving, too, you know?"

  She walked over to us. Heidi was flooding the air with vampire pheromones again. I had a link to her, and could read her body almost as well as a human's. But my mind was becoming jumbled as my libido kicked in. Dane was horny. Heidi was horny. Suddenly, I was horny and couldn't take my eyes off her bouncing boobs.

  "You need to stop," I managed to say.

  "Maybe," she said, but didn't.

  Heidi reached out and caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers. I moaned softly, closing my eyes. That little voice in the back of my mind was calling out the warning, saying run, run, run. I wasn't listening. Then Dane cupped my left boob.

  "Jesus," I whispered, and realized I was flooding the air with my pheromones. Dane was at full arousal, and I reached over and started stroking his penis. Heidi lifted my chin and I looked up into her eyes. She looked so needy, so hungry. The beautiful blonde's red lips parted, and hunger filled me. My lips parted, my head tilted and she leaned over and kissed me. Long and deep. "Mmmmmmm."

  Dane untied my shirt and started sucking on a nipple. Heidi pulled the shirt completely off without breaking our lip-lock. Then she did break the kiss, letting me kiss my way down to her breasts. Dane enjoyed my breasts for the next fifteen minutes, while I did the same with Heidi's.

  Heidi pulled off my boots and jeans when I began giving Dane head. Once stripped it was my turn to mount Dane.

  "Oh, Jesus!" I cried, sliding down his pole. I sucked in a sharp breath and held it, amazed at how big he felt inside me. Heidi crawled up behind me. She reached around and started fondling me while she licked and sucked on my neck and ears. "Hello, baby."

  Dane was close to climaxing. I was too, but not as close. But my powers would keep him hard as long as I needed it, so I started rolling my hips in that special way he liked. Heidi did her best with hands, lips and teeth to push me over the top as quickly as possible, also sensing Dane's impending climax.

  When Dane stiffened beneath me, then thrust up hard and held it, I knew he was coming. Heidi reached down between my legs just as I felt him shoot his seed into me, found my clitoris, and sent a surge of power through it and into me. I climaxed immediately.

  "Ugggh! Jesus!"

  Chapter 6

  To make up for spending the previous night enjoying a ménage à trois I showed up at The Crimson Knot right after they opened. For an hour plus it was just me, the bartender, and one waitress. They seemed a bit wary of me, so I wasn’t able to ask any probing questions, but I did get some nice general information about the place and clientele.

  The first person to arrive was an older man, with silver hair and beard. He was wearing a black leather vest and pants and jackboots. Yeah, jackboots. I didn't get his real name, since he called himself Master T.

  He looked me over with relish, his libido in overdrive. I was in full fetish fashion mode for the occasion. I wore what I thought of as a leather teddy. It laced up the front and all the way down between my legs and up the backside, and laced up on both sides. It had thin leather straps over the shoulder, and the back went down to a point just over my butt crack. My bat tattoo "tramp stamp" was on full display at the base of my spine. I wore black thigh boots, minus the spurs, and a wide slave collar with four silver rings hanging off it. The only jewelry I wore was silver hoops.

  "Shall we do a scene?" Master T said.

  The bartender and waitress looked at me. Was it a test? I didn't see a reason to do a scene if there wasn't anyone else around. The fact there was no submissive around to be tied up meant he wanted to tie me up. Not good.

  "What did you have in mind?"

  "I thought I'd introduce you to some of the various pieces of bondage furniture in the room," he said, a little more excited since I didn't turn him down right away.

  That sounded reasonable. "Okay. Let's see what you have."

  First off, he led me over to a thing that looked like modern sculpture. It was a black lacquered piece of metal piping, with a small, thinly padded seat. I called it a seat, but really it was a steel bar sticking out and wrapped in padding. Once I really looked at the device I could see how it was used. Master T patted the seat.

  "Sit here, facing the room," he said. The owner and manager, Mistress Isabella, arrived and cast a curious look our way. "Hello, Mistress."

  "Hello," I said as well, now feeling committed with her watching. "Master T has generously offered to show me some of the kinky furnishings."

  "How generous of him," she said, and laughed.

  "What is your safe word?" Master T said.

  A safe word. My out if the scene got too intense. Just say the safe word, and I'd be released pronto. But what was a good safe word? I recalled Sabrina's from the other night.

  "Red," I said.

  "Not very original," he said.

  "So there will be no confusion on what I mean," I said.

  I straddled the seat, which was just above waist high to me. Heart racing, I calmly sat balancing myself as Master T grabbed my left ankle, paused to caress the four and a half inch stiletto heel, then maneuvered my ankle into a steel shackle at the end of a long leg spreader attached below me, and locked my ankle down. The click of the lock sent my heart plunging into my belly and my body threatened to start quivering. I watched with morbid curiosity as he locked my right ankle into the opposite shackle. My feet were more than shoulder width apart, making me feel very vulnerable.

  "Oh, my, those are strong shackles," I said, straining my legs against them.

  "They are vampire proof," he said, adjusting the leg spreader so my legs were stretched down and out to the max.

  Taking hold of my right arm, Master T locked the wrist into a steel manacle high above my head. He repeated with the right wrist, and adjusted that bar over my head so my arms were stretched to the limit. Then he locked my neck in a steel collar attached to the tall rod behind me.

  I was completely immobilized and stretched out in a spread-eagle position. Isabella and the staff came over to admire Master T's handiwork. A thirty-something couple arrived, followed by a pretty thirty-something looking redhead in full black leather dominatrix attire leading a gorgeous blonde on a leash. That little blonde slave girl looked barely eighteen, with pigtails and a sexed up school girl uniform.

  "Do you mind if we touch you?" Isabella said.

  "I don't mind," I said. "Just don't get me all worked up unless you are willing to finish what you start."

  Those so inclined ran their hands all over my body. Master T and the thirty-something man both were more interested in my boobs and butt, while the women caressed my thighs and discussed how soft and smooth my skin felt.

  After less than five minutes Master T released me. What a relief. Then he snapped a leash on my collar, startling me, and led me to another piece of furniture. I followed obediently, but only because I didn't want to alienate them.

  The next one was similar, but smaller. It was a steel rod attached to a wide rectangular base. The spreader bar below wasn't as wide at the last one. Master T backed me up to it, and locked my ankles in right away. The rod behind me only came up to just past my waist. My arms were pulled behind my back, and bound with bright red rope. He ran the loose end of the rope through a ring behind and attached to the base, and pulled it tight. Very tight. I found myself bent over backwards.

  "Nice," Isabella said. "Sable, if you're interested, I could get you work as a bondage model."

  "Bondage model?"

  "I do a little bondage modeling," she said. "It's how I was able to save up enough money to buy this building and start my businesses."

  "It pays that well?" I was startled by that, but really h
ad no intention of modeling.

  "Well, I was a stripper at Million Dollar Saloon, too," she said. "And I had some very rich, very generous regulars."

  "Ah," I said. I could read between the lines. "Um, this is rather uncomfortable. If you're going to feel me up please hurry."

  "No," Master T said. "I'll release you."

  "If you're not enjoying it, then we take you down," Isabella said. "Not every scene is for everybody."

  As soon as I was free, Master T gave me a big hug, and started stroking my back and hair. He looked so concern it worried me. Was something wrong? Was it my fault?

  "Are you okay, Sweetheart? Do you want to talk about it?" he said. Isabella seemed interested, too.

  "I'm fine," I said. "Why?"

  Isabella laughed. "Vampires. It'll take more than a little light bondage to rattle her."

  That was light bondage? If that was light bondage, then I didn't want to get near heavy bondage.

  "Oh, this is what you mean by after care," I said. I smiled. "That's nice that you care so much."

  For the next two hours Master T took me to each and every piece of bondage furniture in the main parlor, what they called "play stations." I spent between five and ten minutes locked down or tied up in each play station while the membership stood around sipping mixed drinks and admiring Master T's handiwork. They especially enjoyed anything involving rope work and knots. Those people were obsessed with knots.

  By 9 PM there were a good thirty people in the main parlor, with another twenty spread out in the adjacent rooms. Isabella said it was actually a pretty busy night for a Sunday. She figured it was pre-holiday stress that brought them in. The club only had one hundred and sixty-one paying members, and she claimed it was the largest such club in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex.

  One of the members was playing DJ, so the room was rocking. Rock and roll was their music of choice, with very few slow songs. Occasionally a couple would take to the dance floor. I was glad they didn't play the music too loud, so I was able to have conversations without shouting.

  Master T, Big Joe, and Mistress Mandy starting instructing me on tying knots. We started out tying knots on the back of a chair. They kept it simple. After I had a few knots down, they moved to tying up people. First, they would wrapped a few loops around my forearm and tie it off. Then I would repeat what I learned on one of their arms. After a while, we graduated up to wrist binding.

  After an hour, Mistress Mandy was gracious enough to lend her slave boy, Alex, to me. I tied him to a straight back chair. I tied his ankles to the back legs of the chair, and his knees to the front legs. Then I bound the trunk of his body to the chair's back, before pulling his arms back, binding his elbows together and then tying his wrists to the chair back. Everything I did was supervised by Mistress Mandy, Big Joe, and Master T, and they argued over half of it.

  I saw Gustav arrive around 9:45 PM, and immediately vanished through the double doors. With the music playing they kept the double doors closed. By that time a third of the play stations had men and women bound within them. Mistress Mandy had Alex in the cage by the bar, while she sat atop it, sipping white wine with her long, leather clad legs crossed.

  The sexy school girl slave, Angie, was bent over the back of a straight back hair, legs bound to it at ankles and above the knees, wrists tied together and pulled forward and down to the front of the chair. Her mistress, Domina Daphne, had hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Poor Angie's butt cheeks were bright red from the paddling she'd just received.

  Until that paddling I had thought they received extreme sexual pleasure from such intense abuse. Angie, didn't. She was in extreme pain and misery, but as soon as Daphne stopped, Angie was awash with pleasure and contentment. And the Domina Daphne started masturbating her. That lasted about twenty minutes, when the mistress started to tire. Angie enjoyed it immensely, but never came close to climaxing.

  "Sable," Domina Daphne said. "A word please."

  I walked over. She was taller than me, and wearing platform boots. My eyes only reached her chin. Her fire red hair looked natural, and fell just past her shoulders.

  "How may I help you?"

  "If you don't mind me asking," she said. She hesitated, fidgeting and grimacing. I raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "I...I heard that vampires could climax anyone with just a thought. Is that true?"

  "Not exactly," I said. My nose crinkled as I tried to come up with the best way to explain my power. "I can make someone, like you, climax two ways, aside from actual intercourse. I can make you climax if I am touching you, or I can catch your eyes and command you to climax."

  "Without touching?"

  "Yes."

  She looked down at Angie, who was looking over shoulder at us, wide-eyed. Both women were suddenly very excited. Several others turned to watch and listen, including Mistress Isabella and Mistress Mandy.

  "My slave has never been able to achieve climax," she said. "Ever. It has frustrated us both for the past two years."

  "Two years? She looks sixteen!" I said.

  "She's twenty-one, but has such a gorgeous baby face," Domina Daphne said, reaching over to caress Angie's cheek. When she looked back to me, she bit her lower lip. She got downright timid on me. Way out of her dominatrix character. "Could...could you, maybe, give her one?"

  "Oh," I said. I saw that one coming a mile away. Glancing at Isabella, and then all around, I frowned. "I don't know. I'm not sure anyone here wants me to use any of my vampiric powers."

  "Mistress?" Daphne said, looking beseechingly at Isabella. "Could she? If everyone agrees?"

  "I want it!" Angie cried. "Oh, please, let her do it!"

  "Any objections?" Isabella asked the room. No one objected, and they all began moving over to watch. Very few people aside from thralls ever knowing dealt with vampires, so we were a big scary mystery to them. "Then I guess it is okay. If Sable is okay with it."

  I shrugged. "I'm fine with it. I just don't want to frighten or freak anyone out. I don't want a backlash that results in my expulsion."

  "Please," Angie begged. Rather pathetically, too.

  "A slave indeed," I said, not exactly pleased. Stepping around her, I dropped to my knees and looked her in the eyes. "Do you really want me to do this?"

  "Yes! Yes!" she said, nodding vigorously. "I want it."

  "How do you want it? I can mesmerize you, and you'll lose all self will. I will have absolute power over you," I said. That sent a very sexual thrill up her spin and deep into her lower belly. I knew that would be her choice, but I continued. "Or I can simply touch you and send a jolt of pleasure so intense you will climax."

  Domina Daphne grunted hearing that.

  I notice a number of women were listening with wide, incredulous eyes, racing hearts, and aching loins. The men were excited too, but I think for an entirely different reason. They probably thought of what I was about to do as girl-on-girl sex or something equally sexual.

  "I want you to take control of me," Angie whispered, so eager it must've hurt.

  "Would you like to be untied first?"

  "Oh no. This is better," she said.

  "Just one orgasm?"

  "You can do more than one?"

  "Lots more," I said. "But let's not go too extreme, since this will be your first."

  "Okay," she said. She looked me dead in the eyed, with eager openness. "I'm ready."

  And I owned her. That quick. Angie let out the tiniest gasp. I think only her mistress was close enough to hear it. It was effortless for me. In fact, it was instinctive to mesmerize, so I had to think about not mesmerizing people most of the time. Boney told me it would get better with time. I hoped so.

  "You are so horny you could explode, Angie." She began to squirm, moan, and groan. "In fact, you are about to come... Now!"

  "Ooooh!" she cried out, bucking.

  "Again."

  "Ooooh, God!"

  "Again."

  "Ugggh, yes! Yes!"

  "Again."

/>   "Uggggh! Oh! Oh! Ooooh," she cried, climaxing again without my help.

  I pressed my lips to her ear, so only she would hear.

  "Angie, listen to me and obey," I said. "You've made a break through here tonight. Now your body knows how to climax. Allow it to happen from now onward. You deserve this ultimate pleasure."

  "Ooohh! Ummmgh," she groaned. "Yes, I do. Oh yes."

  Breaking the spell, I stood up and shrugged at the astonished crowd. Several of the women, Domina Daphne included, looked like they wanted one of those sessions.

  "It is done," I said. "I can't guarantee it, but most likely Angie will be more responsive to her body and be able to achieve orgasm in the future."

  "Thank you," Angie said. I looked down to see tears pouring down her face, dripping off her nose and chin. "Thank you, Mistress. You don't know what this means to me. I've waited so long for an orgasm."

  "I think I understand. I didn't achieve climax until a vampire climaxed me," I said. "I was twenty-five."

  "I bet you're real popular at parties," Master T said, getting a round of laughter from the crowd.

  "I have my moments," I said. "Now, if you will excuse me I'm heading to the back and continue my training."

  I went in search of Gustav. I haven't seen Philip, and Master T told me he rarely came in on Sunday nights. Gustav, though, was there almost every night. Good to know.

  Gustav was right where I'd seen him playing before. He seemed to like suspending his playmates. That fact didn't occur to me before. All of the victims were suspended. Penny was playing with Gustav, and not as a helper. She was the subject of his attentions.

  I looked Gustav over. Really looked at him for the first time. He appeared to be around thirty, about six two and medium build. His hair was brown, kinda short mussed up wavy, like it would curl up into ringlets if only he'd let it grow a few more inches. His eyes were a shade of cold gray. He was wearing a black leather, silver-studded harness over his upper body, with snug black leather pants and Army boots. Black leather braces adorned both wrists and a slave collar encircled his thick neck.

  They had a folding "work table" set up, with Penny atop it. Other people in the room tied up their subs on the floor before lifting them up, but Gustav apparently didn't care for that idea. He was using nothing but the house red rope, of course.