My heart pumped deep in my chest and I groaned, lifting my head to stare at the guard who had carried me. He was good looking in a He-Man sort of way: all bulging muscles and brown eyes, staring at my chest. I looked down to where he was gawking and saw that the buttons of my shirt had come undone—almost to my navel. Blushing, I glanced at the other three men and saw they were staring at the same thing, their faces tight with lust. My chest was only covered in a bra. With trembling fingers, I pushed the edges of the shirt back together because the buttons were now gone.
I backed three steps away from them as the four men took a step forward in my direction. Holding my arm out behind me, I swiped my hand around trying to find something to protect myself with, but only found the door. The door that was too heavy for me to open.
“What’s going on here?” a female voice demanded, authority deepening the tone.
The men stepped away from me, grumbling in disappointment as they glanced up at the woman who was standing on the floor above at the top of a stairway. When she glared at them, lifting her upper lip to show a hint of fang in a snarl, they stared down at their shoes as if they had been caught misbehaving like little boys. As much as four hulking men could have been mistaken for little boys.
“Take her up to a fourth-floor cell in the women’s section. Make sure she’s in her own cell. I have someone to introduce her to,” she instructed, her eyes narrowed to blue lasers as she glared at them.
They nodded up and down vigorously as they murmured, “Yes, ma’am,” over and over.
She gave them one more sweeping glare before sailing back the way she had come.
The guards now glowered at me as if what had transpired was my fault and not theirs for being horny assholes. The one who’d greeted us swiveled around muttering, “Follow me.”
One of the other three guards grabbed me by my arm again, yanking me hard enough to make me stumble. Good thing I wasn’t human or they would have broken me by now. Another of the guards had slipped on a pair of heavy gloves—where he got them, I hadn’t noticed—to tug on the chain leading from my wrists to the shackles on my ankles. Every tug brought blinding pain as the silver in the shackles burned my skin.
I hurried as fast as I could, but I had to take short steps due to the damn shackles. Instead of hauling me up four flights of stairs, we turned right toward an elevator. One of the men touched a button and a grinding noise assaulted us. As we waited, I glanced around me, but it was as silent as a tomb except for the thudding noise in the distance. The men looked everywhere but at me. I was invisible again.
A thump, and the doors whooshed open for us to enter. The guy with the gloves tugged on my chains until I moved forward following him into the box. I had never been in an elevator before. I had heard about them, and now knew what being confined in a coffin felt like. Clanging and clanking didn’t give me a lot of confidence that this contraption would make it up four floors, so I curled my hands into fists and counted off the seconds in my mind.
“In two hundred years this thing hasn’t broken, so I don’t imagine it will this time. This elevator isn’t the worst of your problems… it’s the least right now.” The vampire holding my chains grinned at me without amusement, his yellowed teeth and bad breath making me try to edge myself away.
“The guards always get a taste of the newbies. We’ll have a party tonight.” He wet his lips as he stared at me hard enough to make me feel his gruesome touch. A smirk touched his lips as he continued his unkind amusement with a bark of laughter.
I shuddered at the visual touch of his eyes as they roamed over me again, then all four men’s eyes swept my body. The one wearing the gloves yanked the chains until I was flush against him, and he ignored the sting of the silver reaching through our clothes.
“It might be fun to remove these chains and release you, little rabbit. A chase before we feast might be fun.” His head lowered until his mouth hovered near my ear, his foul breath wafting to my nose.
Wrinkling my nose, I said: “And all four of you should brush your teeth and shower first. True advice.”
They burst out in loud guffaws as the elevator ground to a clanging halt—the doors creaked, crawling open. I exploded out of the coffin like I was lit on fire, taking great gulps of air and thankful to be out of that tiny space with those massive men. I continued running, forgetting about the shackles in my hallucination of being free and fell against a wall, bruising my back and barely saving myself from falling to the floor.
Continuing to laugh at my expense, they gathered my chain, dragging me along to my cell. We passed a multitude of cells stacked floor by floor, housing both men and women. They took me to one on the end that was a bit larger than the other cells with a bed. An actual bed that none of the others had.
Inside, a man turned, and I gasped as Virel revealed himself to me. I rushed to the bars of the cell, my hands reaching to grip them when Virel yelled, “No!”
I jumped away, holding my hands out to the side, palms up, positive my eyes were wide with fright.
“Scarlette, these bars have silver in them,” he said gently. “More than the chains.”
One of the guards, the one with the gloves, opened the door, yanked me by my chains and shoved me inside the cell. Turning me around so that I was facing him, he bent down, unlocking the shackles at my ankles and wrists. They clanked as they dropped to the stone and blared in the sudden silence. The cells immediately erupted in banging of shoes against the stone floors and dented metal cups against the silver bars. Rhythmic. Pounding. Just like the noises I heard when I was outside.
“Why are we here?” I studied the cell we were in as I asked the question. No privacy. One toilet. One sink. One towel folded on the sink, and one bed.
“Obviously we’ve been captured.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Obviously. But why?”
He spread his arms wide. “Because we’re first born, Scarlette. We’re valuable to the scientists here. They want to breed…super vampires, I guess you would call them, and we’re the first.”
I stared at him, gaping, and I rubbed at the red skin vigorously, trying to process what he told me. As my wrists healed, the burned skin flaked off. He was okay with being some kind of breeder or breeding stallion? I sputtered, trying not to laugh at the thought. Skinny Virel a breeder?
“What are you laughing at? If we have a child together, we could have anything we want.” He paced as he glared at me like I was upsetting his plans.
“What drugs did they give you, Virel? You do realize we’re prisoners. We can’t have anything we want because they have control. Really. What drugs did they give you?” My stomach churned with what he had agreed to. I waved my hands at him and turned my back, unable to speak.
“Yes, they gave me drugs. Drugs to make me more potent, and one to make you more agreeable.” As I turned to ask him what he meant, a pinch nipped my arm, and Virel stood holding an empty syringe in his hand, a self-satisfied smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.
“You drugged me? You bastard!” I pounced on his back as he swiveled away to go to the bed, waiting for whatever nefarious ideas they had planned. I beat at his head and back as my legs held onto him at his waist. I was making a good impression of a monkey the way I held onto him, my ankles crossed at his stomach, squeezing as tight as I could. His screams were high pitched as I continued to pound on him, while he frantically tried to peel off my legs and hold his arms over his head.
I screamed as well. I screamed so loud I didn’t hear the jailers unlock the cell door until they grabbed me by my arms, trying to extract me from Virel’s back. As they yanked on me, they pulled him along, until they shot me with something that made me immediately woozy.
“You bitch,” Virel shouted in my face, spittle flying as his fist came toward me.
Chapter Three
The agony as his fist struck my cheek. Breaking it, I believed, but I was so drugged up I wasn’t sure what the pain was. Only that misery clouded my vision as t
he guards held me in their arms. Laying me on the bed, my eyes rolled around as if I had no control of them. As if they were children’s marbles rolling around in my eye sockets. Whispers snaked like a shadowy phantom, in and out of range. My head lolled on my neck like it was made out of rubber.
What had that asshole done to me? What had he done to himself? The drugs they had given him must have messed with his mind. That was all I could think of, but my mind was so messed up right now. Clanging reached my ears and hands pulled at my clothes as chanting words drifted to me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I lifted my arms, flailing, as I tried to push Virel away, but hands continued to remove my clothes until I was naked. His hands brushed over my body, plucking at my nipples. A heat coiled in my stomach and traveled down below, enough to make me rub my legs together in an attempt to ease myself. I had never desired Virel before. He wasn’t the one for me. What was in that syringe they gave me?
“You’re feeling it, aren’t you, Scarlette?” Both of his hands were now on my breasts. Massaging and fondling them, his eyes were wide as his mouth dropped open, panting. He lowered his head to wrap his lips around one nipple, his teeth dragging over the tip as he sucked and squeezed the other breast. I squirmed with the pressure building inside of me. Higher and higher, knowing I should be angry, but the desire wouldn’t let me.
His teeth clamped down, making me squeal in surprise as I grew wet by how aggressive he had become. I slid my legs together before I opened them up, tangling with his. Damn. He was still wearing pants.
“You always thought you were too good for me, didn’t you, Scarlette? Even though we were both first born. That I was weak,” he panted as his hand slid down past my belly to my pussy, rubbing and dipping his fingers into my feminine folds searching for my nub.
I threw my head back closing my eyes, hating him but unable to stop my gyrations. Reaching out, I pulled at his shirt, the buttons popping off as I yanked it back, and he shrugged it off, unable to leave his ministrations to my nipple.
“Pants. Off,” was all I was able to gasp out as I grabbed handfuls of his hair to tug him up to my mouth, our tongues tangling and stroking, devouring each other. A heat built hotter and hotter inside of me, taking over all of my ambitions as the chanting, “Fuck, fuck,” serenaded us like a hymn to their crazed pagan service.
We kissed deep, a brutal mash of teeth clashing together as if we couldn’t get enough of each other, and a small part of me knew this was wrong. But, it diminished, bit by bit, as the drugs took over that part of my mind, leaving only the carnality of what we were doing.
Virel rolled away to yank his pants down and kick his shoes off before pulling my legs apart to position his face there, his tongue immediately licking and sucking at my most private area. He had never done this before.
A deep moan escaped my throat as my hands clawed at the bare coarse mattress. His mouth covered my pussy, sucking and licking, eating me as if I were a fine dessert, while all I could do was moan and thrash. The fire built hotter and hotter.
Dirty and disgusted that I had no say in my emotions—that’s the way I felt about myself right now. I shouldn’t. This was not my handiwork, but something forced upon me. But there was no way I could stop this.
A guttural wail slipped out of my throat, a sound I had never made before. Virel pulled himself up, hovering over me as his cock wedged between us. My hands rested on his ass, urging him upward, until his dick jerked against my entrance. He thrust forward, hard, one hand on my hip, the other on my breast, pumping, as he ran his finger over the tip before pinching the nipple between his fingers. After which, he brought his mouth down to take as much of my breast into his mouth as he could, his fangs sinking into my flesh, making me gasp as the orgasm rolled through me even more violently. My body seized as nerve endings fired, and I cried out as I lost control at the burst of pleasure that overwhelmed me.
But Virel wasn’t done yet. He hadn’t had his. He thrust hard, jackhammering into me like he was on a mission, his face twisted as he sought his orgasm, with his teeth still latched onto my breast, taking my life’s blood into himself.
Raising his head, blood dripped on me, and he held my face between his hands, kissing me, my blood coating the inside of my mouth as his tongue coiled around mine.
Pulling out of me, he helped me flip onto my stomach where he grabbed my hips in his hands, raising my ass in the air to thrust hard and begin pounding again, his balls slapping against my butt. My hands scrabbled against the stained bumpy mattress, as with every thrust, he moved me forward, but one hand smoothed over my skin over and over, as if to soothe me until he finally found his release. He filled me with his seed as his movements slowed until he finally stopped, resting his heaving chest against my back.
One tear slipped from my eye, it dripped upon the mattress to conform with the other stains as if it had never existed.
“Scarlette, I’m—”
The cell door slammed open and Virel was hauled away from me, screaming my name as the guards laughed and slapped him around, ridiculing him about not being man enough for a woman.
They dragged him out as he yelled, “I’ll be back for you!”
On my knees, I tried to get off the mattress and go to him—why, I had no idea—but my brain was still hazy, and I stumbled against one of the guards who gave me a great shove back onto the mattress.
“Where are you taking him?” I stammered, my voice thick with the emotions I tried to hold in. I didn’t know if it was the drugs or what, but Virel was different to me now. We had more. Where were they taking him, and would I see him again?
The End
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About Bounded
Tension peaks in Galatia; the supernatural prison, as The Fae arrives.
There’s no doubt she’s The Chosen.
Victor knows he has to plan an escape, but his mind is filled with Selene; the raven haired vampire temptress who enchanted him once before.
He can’t trust her and he knows she’s trouble.
But, he’s not sure he can resist her charms again when it matters most…
Chapter One
Victor
“She’s the fae,” I say to Heath.
We both watch as the bounty hunters lead the girl off the ship. She’s a mere being like most of the fae folk. Like elves though her power is great. It’s spellbinding, however, with this one.
My elvish powers detected her even before she landed. I knew it was her. the chosen and so did Heath.
He’s my brother. Half lycan and half elf. We share the same mother.
Between the two of us we’ve been waiting for this day for nearly two years.
Here on Galatia a subterranean prison located on the astral plane of Thebe, the largest moon on Aurelianus
Honestly, I was hoping it would never come. I hoped because of what it would mean.
It signifies that the times are changing and the same way she flew in on the ship, we need to get her out.
“Holy fuck, Victor,” Heath hisses under his breath. We’re standing off in a distance to everyone but we can see it all.
We can see as Roth; the director of the prison comes out himself to meet her.
He knows too and I know he suspects that I’m playing double agent. He’s a dark elf and I’m an elf of th
e Starlight Realm who works here as a prison guard. He’s suspected I’m up to something.
Especially since I’ve been hanging out with Heath. It’s not common for the guards to be seen talking to the inmates so much.
During the last few weeks though it’s become a necessity.
Ever since Phoebe; Heath’s girl, had a dream. She’s a mage and a syph. She dreamt that the fae was on her way to us, so we’ve been preparing.
Heath and I continue to watch as the fae girl is led into the main part of the prison for interrogation.
There were no crimes listed against her for her to be here, which means she must have used her powers in some kind of way to attract Roth’s attention and get on his radar.
“Well, it looks like it’s show time,” Heath mutters and cast me a withering stare.
He’s right to call it showtime because we have to plan an escape.
He has powers to evade the hollows guarding the surface. I’m very much a prisoner here too as the dark elves have the pass stones to get through the hollows. If I leave here and get within an inch of one of them I’ll fade out of existence just like anybody else.
Heath though is unaffected and we’ve had time to plan.
“Let’s meet in the astral pocket at midnight.” Heath says.
I nod. Again heath with his magics. He managed to find a pocket in the plane and cast a spell to place hold on time. we’ve been making full use of it to get this plan underway.
He walks away and as I turn to watch him I see Selene looking at me.
Selene the raven haired vampire temptress I knew to leave well enough alone but I allowed myself to fall into temptation.
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