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RBVS - Book One

The Secret Way of It ( Keri )

Chapter Two

My three days passed quickly as I tried to busy myself in an effort to keep my mind from Wren. But he was always there and soon enough it was time. He sent me an email which Eve printed out and delivered to me, bringing it downstairs to the room I called 'Pain' for no other reason than it was easiest to reference that way.

There were other rooms there, 'Love' was one of them, and 'Despair' another. But Pain was where I spent much of my time. It was a large rectangular room, with white walls, and a high ceiling. A bare wooden floor and so far as aesthetics go there was very little to remark it. The windows were long boarded up and bricked over. In fact there were very few windows at all in my Midtown apartments and those only upstairs, where Eve and I slept and ate.

I had a woman, thirty years old and pale, her ancestry Dutch I believe, but it matters not at all. I had her after Eve had allowed herself to be picked up in a lesbian bar in the Village the night before. I'd watched from a corner, holding tight the smallish young girl I'd been feeding on in the shadows. So far as the other patrons were concerned I was merely amusing myself with kissing her breasts and thighs, bending over her to my desires in that dimly lit place.

I was drinking her though, carefully, neatly, supping from her crisp veins eagerly while I watched my beloved Eve dancing with this woman. It had been only a small torture for Eve, because she detested such things, but I tend to find them amusing. Eve loved me, certainly, and she'd spent untold hours worshipping my body in every way you can imagine, but she was no lesbian and at first I'd had to be very forceful with the girl as on occasion a lesbian was precisely what I needed her to be.

I'd left the girl dead in the booth and the woman, she'd come willingly, lured by promises of sex and pleasure in Eve's arms. Now she had hooks through her breasts, pulling them upward painfully as she stood naked and on the very tips of her toes in an effort to relieve the pressure. They were like great fish hooks, if you can imagine them, thirteen inches of surgical steel curved just so, with thin cruel barbs still dripping the woman's blood.

I'd pierced her through the tops of her breasts, which were firm and nicely formed, not overly sized, but appreciable. The hooks were thus curved down, through the bottom and up, the tips just below her small dark nipples and it appeared as if her breasts rested upon that cool metal. They were attached to wires, which I favored over chains generally, and I had a great many of them on small electric winches. They weren't very powerful motors, but strong enough for what I did with them.

Her arms were tied behind her back, and she was sobbing, her taut flesh shivering as she rallied against the pain. But that only made it worse and soon her legs would give way, as they had to. She would weaken and collapse and hang by those hooks, which I'd lanced deep within her tits, down near the muscle and cartilage beneath. They'd hold her weight easily, for she wasn't a large woman by any means.

"Mistress." Eve moved silently, like a ghost and the sound of her voice so near drew another heavy sob from the woman.

I took the paper and read it. "I am coming." That was all it said, and I'd told Wren where to find me in any event.

"When she collapses, use the wires on her feet and Pierce her belly. I want her horizontal for my brother."

"Yes Mistress." Eve bowed her head and I left her there, knowing the woman would collapse so much the sooner now. Eve would see to that.

I prepared myself for Wren, as much as I cared to. If he were any other man, anyone in the world with the possible exception of Nicolai, I would have done nothing at all. But this was Wren and I didn't act myself with him, not entirely, although I desperately wanted to. That was love, vexing me as I've said.

There was an entire room devoted to serving as my closet, mine and very occasionally Eve's. I wouldn't say I had a fetish for clothing, but a mild fixation might not be entirely out of the question. And clothing shouldn't be underestimated. It serves as our disguise, and our heraldry, being both symbolic and practical. It is a necessary thing, capable of evoking a desired emotion, stimulating the imagination or even a physical response. More than any other tool, clothing is the one which has served me best.

For Wren I wore what he expected of me. Gleaming black leather and black stockings. Knee high boots and all of that. It was a caricature of what I really was, a stereotype of the Female Domme, but it would please him to see the costume. More often than not, when it was only Eve and I in the apartments, I preferred to wear nothing at all. Eve wore only her collar, of course. The only time it was removed was when I left her alone for more than a day and that was rare enough indeed.

Eve's collar wasn't removed then as a reward, or a symbol of freedom, no. It was removed as a reminder, for Eve very much hated to take it off and the absence of such a simple thing filled her with the awful uncertainty that I might not put it back. She was never as happy as when I had her kneel so she could kiss it briefly before I locked it back into place. It meant that I was keeping her. That she was still mine for the time being.

Wren arrived just before midnight and I greeted him myself, opening the door and standing aside without a word.

"Keri…" He started smiling, but that was almost unforgivable.

"You may not speak." I told him quietly, feeling my heart beating faster. "Without permission."

He licked his lips and nodded slowly.

"Before you step into this place, I have to tell you some things, and I'll let you decide if you want to stay or go. If you stay, you'll never leave again, unless I wish it. If you go, Wren, you'll never be welcome here. I'll never see you again."

I had worried over this, in the mornings when I lay in my bed, waiting for sleep to take me. But I'd long since grown accustomed to giving instruction, so this wasn't especially awkward. Except that he was my brother and the man I loved. For some reason that was making it difficult.

"There is one rule. It's very simple, and it doesn't change. You'll obey me at all times. Whatever I tell you to do, you'll do it immediately and without question. There's a woman here, Eve, when she speaks to you, those will be my words. She's my slave and lover and you will defer to her in all things in my absence."

His eyes opened wide at that, clearly not expecting I would have a lover, since he wanted that position for himself.

"Don't test me on that, Wren." I warned him gently. "If I have to choose between you, you'll lose. The punishment for breaking my rule will be immediate and permanent and I won't try and catalogue the possibilities, use your imagination. Or test me, if you want."

I looked at him for a moment, trying to decide at the last possible moment how much I could tell him, and how much I'd let him discover for himself. He knew a little about me, but only as much as I'd wanted anyone to know. That I was a professional Dominatrix, that I practiced extreme bondage and torture and that I was available by appointment only at a price to be negotiated.

The price Wren had negotiated was himself.

"If you have a question, you may ask it now." I said, mostly to buy myself time.

"Will I sleep with you, Mistress?" Wren asked, adding the last word hesitantly, as if unsure if he should or not.

"Sleep with me?" I laughed softly. "Wren…" I sighed.

"I've been into BDSM for awhile; I know how the game works." He took my smile for something else. "I love you, Keri."

"This isn't a game anymore." I told him. "This isn't the world you think you know. If I can't trust you, Wren, I'll kill you."

"You can't mean that…" He looked at me petulantly.

"Decide now." I told him.

I couldn't stand there and talk with him, it was impossible. Reasoning with my brother was unreasonable; it made me weak and uncertain. I had to be strong. I'd give him what he wanted and if it meant his death, I'd give it to him quickly, before he had suffered too much. It was all I could do because I loved him too much to send him away.

"I'll stay." He said.

"Now we'll begin." I said. "Take off your clothes, all of them. Quickly now. Jewelry too, everything. Are you on medication? Do you have health problems, anything I should know about? Allergies? What was the last drug you took? When was your last physical? Answer me."

And he answered my questions while he undressed and I watched his penis, the one that had taken my virginity so long before as it moved, semi-hard with excitement and bobbing as Wren stepped out of his boxers.

"Play with your cock, get it hard and follow me. Don't crawl, just walk. When I want you to crawl, you'll know it. We don't play games around here…Not those sorts of games anyway."

I brought him downstairs and we stood in a foyer and there were four unremarked and identical doors. "That is Pain, Despair, Love…" I pointed to them in turn, than I pointed at the last. "Can you guess which that one is?"

Wren licked his sensual lips, he was so beautiful just standing there.

"Passion?...Mistress?" He offered.

"No." I giggled, falling completely from what I was, who I was trying to be. "That's the bathroom. Do you need to use it?"

"No Mistress." Wren smiled and wanted to laugh, I could tell. That was good, I wanted him feeling a little light hearted as I opened the door to Pain. I wanted to shock him into submission, for I could see no other way.

The woman was hanging by her breasts and heels now, Eve having pierced the woman's feet with steel pins. She was facing the ceiling, as if lying horizontal on an invisible bed with her legs spread wide apart by the wires attached to the ceiling above. A fifth wire was attached to a deep piecing in her pubis, that fatty tissue lanced and dripping with blood as it was pulled tight by her weight. The woman’s body was bowed slightly, as it had to be, with no support for her thighs or lower back. It gave her a painful posture which only Wren's acceptance could relieve.

Blood stained the floor beneath her, several thin puddles from her feet as well as the blood running from her breasts, which were slightly flattened and swollen perhaps. The tissue beneath them was stretched tight, so that her sides and torso had taken a ruddy hue. There was a small pool of urine as well, though we'd voided her bladder and cleaned the woman's bowels previously. Blood and sweat gave the room a sapid hue, not only the woman's, but long years of it which stained every aspect of our senses. The woman was a manifestation of all those victims which had come before her, she was my past and future brought to life for the benefit of the one man I loved in all the world.It was a masterpiece of suffering.

"What the hell…" Wren breathed, his eyes wide and the color draining from his face, and I turned around, slapping his jaw hard.

"Fuck her." I told him. "Put your cock in her cunt and fuck her until you cum inside her."

Eve stood watching us, not frowning or smiling, just standing near the wall. Her hands were stained red and I could see the wetness around her sex. She'd been playing with herself after hanging the woman by her heels. I would punish her for that, but only because her cunt was off limits until her infibulation had healed completely. I was actually quite pleased with the girl and her efforts.

The woman herself was in obvious pain, but slipping into shock as well, I thought. Eve had done well to keep her revived this long. She shivered uncontrollably and her bound arms hung low beneath her back, pulling at her shoulders. Her head too was down, tilted back so that her neck had a long graceful curve to it and her damp hair swept the floor. Her mouth was open and small moans escaped with every torturous breath. She would suffocate in that position, if given enough time.

But my only concern was for my brother. This was his test, the one I'd devised only for his benefit. I'd found a woman, one whom no man had ever shared. Wren would be her first and last, if he could do it. If he would do it. All he had to do was ignore her suffering, ignore the blood and the hooks in her breasts and belly, forget the long thick needles in her heels, and fuck her. Wren just needed to lose his humanity and join me, be an accomplice to the thing I'd become.

He wasn't moving and his cock softened noticeably.

"Do you understand my instructions, Wren?" I looked at him and he looked back at me, his eyes searching mine. He didn't recognize me anymore, and I had my answer. I was lost to him.

"It's alright." I smiled softly, whispering now. "We'll go to bed now, you and I. We'll rest. This will all be gone by morning. It's a dream, Wren, nothing more. A bad dream my love, do you see?"

I gestured and his lidded eyes followed my hand as it moved. I was describing our room, our bedroom, and we were alone as he desired, as he'd always wanted for us.

"Come to me now. Kiss me, Wren." I took him in my arms. Bringing my mouth to his chest, kissing him slowly, dragging my tongue along his warm soft skin.

His hands were on my back, stroking me and his eyes were closed. He was smiling, living in a fantasy. This was the Thrall, a vampire trick like hypnosis and nothing more. It worked on confused minds most effectively, on persons who are witness to that which causes them fear and distress. Wren didn't want to see that woman hanging there, nor did he want to see the creature his sister had become in her absence, and so I took those things away for him.

I gave him what he wanted, lying down with him on that cold floor, letting Wren enter me with his cock, once again hard and strong. He kissed me and I let him, gasping at the almost forgotten sensation of having my brother's incestuous cock inside my womb. I let him take me, staring up into his eyes, letting him bend his head to caress my lips with his.

"I love you, Wren…oh yesss…" I bit my lip as I felt my orgasm and I rocked with it, smiling and watching his face.

"Keri…Keri…" Wren whispered, merely that and nothing more. Just my name as a slow soft mantra.

"I'm here, Wren." I smiled lifting my hips to meet him, wrapping my long legs around his waist. "Come to me now…cum inside me…"

And I pulled him down to me, feeling his heart against mine. My brother's blood, the blood that we'd once shared, until that lonely night a dozen years before when his sister had died. I could feel it, burning in his veins. I could smell it as I let my hunger grow. I urged him to move faster, to take me deeper. I was going to cum with him again, as I'd done so many times over the last twelve years, but only in memory. I wanted him.

"Ahhh…Keri…" He groaned at last, arching his back and pressing his jerking cock inside my clasping sex so that all I could feel was him.

And I took him then, as I had to. I pulled him to my kiss and turned his head and found that thick artery with my teeth. He spasmed hard, his cock still shooting as my brother's hot blood burst over my face. I swallowed quickly, sucking and drinking as his heart rushed that rich claret from his torn body. He was lost in his pleasure, in the dream, making love to me and filling my womb with his seed.

I felt strong then, as I always do, but my heart was rent and I felt as if I might weep, just the faintest sensation in my eyes, a thin mist, but undeniable. It hurt far worse than death and the evil within me rejoiced triumphant. I was covered with his blood and Wren had died quickly. Painlessly and for no other reason than he'd been too good for me.

I held him until his cock fell soft from my sex, bringing with it a small flow of my brother's sperm and my own orgasms. I'd cum several times, all of them good, all of them painful in the knowing of what I'd done. What I was doing. He'd deserved better than this and that was his only epitaph.

I took the woman as well, visiting upon her vulnerable body the rage I felt at the murder of my brother. I tore open her flesh, her soft belly, and eviscerated her while she screamed at last, lifted from the numbing depths of pain by another torment, even greater than any she might have experienced or imagined. Her lanced breasts and heels would feel as kisses compared to this new horror.

Eve watched, silent and still. If she had any understanding of my misery, she didn't show it and for that I was grateful. I desired no comfort then, no mercy or compassion. I was dead now, finally, and all of the person I'd once been was lost. I was free of her and that was Wren's final gift. He'd sacrificed himself to damn me completely, and how unlike those romantic fictions I'd read as a child.

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I was meant to be a vampire, since the first moment of creation when all souls were born to the eternal crèche, awaiting their proper place. My soul was evil and corrupt and it had called to Nicolai for nineteen years, from my newborn wail to my final gasp as he bit deep into my neck.

Or so he'd told me while I lay in his bed, dying and drinking weakly from his opened vein. The blood of vampires is cold and bitter, and it changed me like a virus, it joined with mine and I did die, only to be born again. I'd awoken with a child next to me, warm and crying, and I'd fed on her clumsily at first, while Nicolai watched.

He hunted for me and nursed me and when I was strong enough he took me, on my belly with his turgid cock in my ass and his teeth at my throat. It was rape, which was his peculiar love. He hadn't fucked me before he'd killed me, before he'd turned me, but only after and then as if I was merely an animal. When I resisted, he would beat me and drag his fangs across my throat, promising me a painful, and final death if I did not yield.

This continued for a month perhaps, or longer, until I was strong enough that I could escape him, that I could ward off his attacks and defend myself. It pleased him greatly, for he hadn't much time to spare me, and so this was how I was trained. The pleasantries were forgotten between us, if they'd ever existed. He wanted a mate, a vampire of his own to love in his peculiar way, but not forever and not with fond kisses and a gentle touch.

I learned quickly from him, beginning with the simplest things like hunting and feeding. Killing was a pleasure for me, for us both, and we didn't need to be hungry to do it. I learned how to enthrall others, although my own skills in that were ever weak, useful only on people already confused. Nicolai could use it on anyone with the slightest look, but he was weak in daylight, terribly weakened by it and vulnerable. I enjoyed my ability to withstand the sun easily, and I could survive it for several days at least, before I had to rest.

All vampires are different, he told me, without explaining why. Some could fly, others traveled by shadows alone, some could simply vanish and reappear and instant later. Some abilities were common to all of us, like the thrall, and he wouldn't guess at our numbers, except to say we're a rare species at best. I'd have to discover and cultivate my own skills and they would grow rapidly at first. Over time they'd continue and to his knowledge there were no limits, on either our skills or our days. I had a millennia to look forward to, even longer if I were careful.

And that which I had to be most careful of, above all else, were other vampires. It was a lesson as much instinctual as anything Nicolai tried to explain and one night, perhaps a month before he left me, we went to Boston, merely so I could sense another of us, so I would know what it felt like to be hunted. My Master wanted to give me a lesson, the most important one of all. It was the only time in my life after the turning that I felt real fear, when Nicolai abandoned me in a place not my own.

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I needed to feed, it was late…Early in the morning, three or three-thirty perhaps, and I'd been running, moving through the alleys which seemed a labyrinth at times. Boston was unfamiliar to me and I could smell them pursuing me. Two of them, mated I thought, vampires joined and jealous in their excitement.

I climbed a wall, a porous cliff of old red brick and cracked mortar, digging my nails into the rough chinks and crannies and pulling myself straight up some thirty or forty feet easily. It was a neat trick and one I didn't know I possessed until I was doing it. There was an open window, with curtains fluttering in the chill wind, and beyond a warm body.

If I was strong enough, if I fed and rested, I'd have enough stamina to make my escape during the day. They'd be weak then and forced to rest, I hoped, these other vampires, too tired to track me. I'd go back to my city, to the place which was mine and be safe there. If I could just feed.

There was a woman, alone in her apartment, heavy and older, snoring in her bed. A cat stared at me, watching with luminescent eyes as I took the woman in her sleep and she didn't even wake, I was so gentle, so cautious. I kissed her soft neck and my teeth eased into her flesh and she moaned softly, trying to roll over, but I held her, stroking her gray hair as I drank.

She would dream now, this woman, of some other person, some other time perhaps, when she'd been young and pretty and kissed for the very first time. She wouldn't know that this kiss would be her last, she'd merely sleep and dream until she dreamt no more.

I felt her heart beneath me, for that was always the thing which attracted me. The way it beat strong at first, and steady to drive the blood into my mouth, and then slowing, becoming soft and lazy and I would draw upon her artery then, sucking and squeezing her soft round body as a python might, seeking every small drop of her life for my own.

She was almost dead and I'd been there the better part of an hour already, but only because I was being so gentle. I could have finished her much sooner if I'd woken her, if I'd given her fear to drive her heart racing, but I needed that quiet, that slow hour of peace as much as I needed blood. I had to concentrate and remain alert and ready to flee at a moment's notice.

They were close now, I could smell them through the window.

They were male and female, him being the younger of the two I sensed, although they were both far older than I. He moved quickly, and almost before I realized it he was there. He was behind me in the window and then hurtling himself gracefully, silently through the air like a cat pouncing on his prey.

I moved by reflex alone, leaping from my crouch so that his long curved fingers swept through the empty air where my neck had been a split second before. His nails found the old woman's throat, ripping her open and what little life in her remained was gone. Her eyes opened with surprise and stayed that way staring up at me in death as I found myself on the ceiling, on my fingers and toes as if gravity meant nothing. I might have been surprised at that, more so than the vampire staring up at me, but I was far too occupied with survival to marvel at my newfound ability.

I scampered across the ceiling like a spider, the male watching as he stood near the bed, grinning like a wolf admiring an especially clever lamb. I pushed myself off the ceiling seconds later, feeling a little disoriented and fearful I would suddenly fall, so that I landed on the bed, straddling the woman's corpse. I lashed out with my foot, catching the surprised male across his cheek before leaping away to crouch near the foot of the bed. I bared my fangs, my mouth bloody and my eyes had taken a dull crimson glow. I felt my heart pounding as it fed on adrenaline and fresh blood, and I waited for him to move.

He was between me and the window, and the only other exit was the doorway, in which his mate now stood. The female, who was tall and lithe and dark as a panther. Her eyes shone and her teeth gleamed in the dark, but we could all see each other plainly, even total darkness means little to our kind. She was intimidating in her beauty, which seemed malignant and deceptive as a Venus Flytrap. Her smile was generous and seductive and while I'd never considered myself attracted to women before, there was a part of me that desired her.

"Don't be afraid, child." She called and I felt her voice tugging at me, tempting me to believe her. "We won't hurt you. You're safe with us…Come to me…"

It was a trick, a distraction and nothing more, for though she was very good with the thrall, it wouldn't work on me, not completely, but it drew my attention and that was all they wanted.

I moved with the male. When he flew at me, springing over the wide bed easily, I leapt as well. I'd hoped to reach the window, to escape through it as he found the emptiness where I'd been, but that was predictable and he'd anticipated such an obvious ploy.

He caught me in his arms, in mid-air as it were, so that I felt his razor nails in my shoulder and side, piercing me just as my own hand found his throat and I attempted to dig my fingers into him, wanting to tear his windpipe away, but my grip was weak. I left him with four long scratches on the one side of his neck, and a deep cut from my thumb on the other, but they were hardly fatal and I fell on the dead woman heavily with the male atop me.

I expected him to kill me immediately, and there were only a few ways of doing that. He could remove my heart, or rip open my throat so that my life poured out too quickly, before I could heal. Anything else might be painful, crippling perhaps, but not deadly. Our powers of recuperation were profound. But he did nothing but subdue me, only holding me on my back with his fists around my wrists, stretching my arms above my head while he sat straddling my hips.

He was a boy, although in form only, and uncommonly beautiful with his narrow face and long black hair. He looked barely sixteen, small and thin, with effeminate features. I might have mistaken him for a girl, under other circumstances, with his hair and deep set eyes. They were ruddy with a vaguely oriental cast to them, slanted beneath arching brows that lent him a serious countenance spoiled by the smile playing at the corners of his sensual lips. He possessed the look of one amused by pain in others and I swallowed hard, breathing through my nose and staring up at him, having no idea as to the boy's intentions, but assuming he would kill me quickly and wishing he'd get on with it. I had no desire to suffer for anyone's pleasure but my own.

"She's fresh." The female approached and she wasn't black, not quite, but rather more…Middle Eastern I should think. But I was hardly in a mood to catalogue her beauty in any case.

"Lovely as well." The male smiled without taking his eyes from me.

"And you want her?" The female laughed and it was a sound both sweet and cruel.

"We should kill her." The boy licked his lips. "The other got away."

"The other left her for a reason." She was close to me, pulling the dead woman from the bed with one hand easily, as one might toss an old sock to the floor, and there was a heavy thud.

"I've been dead before." I whispered to the male, narrowing my eyes and playing my part to the end.

"I know him." The woman continued, sitting on the bed now, stroking my hair as I twisted my head, baring my teeth at her. "I know his games. It wouldn't do to kill this one, it would insult him."

"Who?" The boy asked, straining to hold my arms as I renewed my struggles briefly, but I would not be freed. "Who is he that we should fear him?"

"Nicolai." The woman breathed. "And we don't fear him, but merely respect his wishes."

"The nomad?" He frowned, the boy leaning over me, sniffing the air. "I can smell him."

"Take her then, let me watch." The woman kissed me on the lips so quickly I was unable to catch her with my teeth and my jaws snapped shut on her cold breath alone. "I'll hold her for you."

I hated her then, both of them, and death would have been preferable by far as the male undid his pants, just so far as he had to, releasing his swollen penis. He was excited by the hunt, by our brief contest, and perhaps even more by this opportunity to rape me in front of his lover.

For it was a rape and I wanted him not at all. I was excited with a lust for murder, and that was a sexual thing to be sure for one such as I, but I didn't want him inside me. I wanted him dead and broken beneath my feet. Him and his bitch of a mate, who seemed very old indeed and so very comfortable in herself. She'd been a vampire for a long time, since the beginning perhaps, because I'd heard of those called ancient and they'd once walked the earth as gods according to Nicolai. But I hadn't believed him until now, looking at her. She had an aspect worthy of worship and I railed against it.

"You should kill me." I glared at her, feeling the boy moving above me. "It will ease your sleep in the coming years."

She laughed at that, sitting near my head now and holding my wrists tightly in her hands. She was leaning over me so that her face was close, her eyes looking down into mine. The were more amber than red, like molten gold in the light of a dying sun, burning hot with lust and I wanted to look away, but I didn't.

"When you see your Master give him this kiss…" And she put her mouth on mine, forcing her tongue between my lips and teeth as if I were a child.

At that same moment, the male entered my dry sex painfully, stabbing his rigid cock into my tight sex hard and deep with one sudden thrust. He was holding my bent legs just below my knees, forcing me open and lifting my ass to meet him. I groaned with the humiliation of it, which was far worse than the pain. Physical anguish was nothing to fear, but being taken by this boy, being violated for his pleasure, that was something I'd carry back to Nicolai and he'd know. He would see that profanation in my eyes.

He ripped open my blouse then, with his long cock fully embedded in my cunt, tearing my bra away much as he'd done with my panties, for I'd been dressed as any young women might be. There was nothing special about any of our clothing. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my white blouse now torn completely down the front, and he grabbed my breasts, piercing them with his nails and drawing blood from my flesh. I was ripe then, recently filled with the dead woman's life, and it spilled out of me easily.

"…from me." The female whispered, finishing her command as she drew away from my gasping mouth with a long strand of saliva stretched between our tongues. I hadn't resisted that kiss at all.

"Get your legs up…uhhmmm bitch…tight little cunt…" The boy pushed my legs up, over his shoulders and I regained my senses slowly, but he ignored my weak kicking. He pinned me easily, fucking his cock in and out of my pussy hard and it was burning and painful as I felt my tender flesh being torn apart. I bled for him, as if I were a virgin, and that humiliation lubricated his raping cock and the boy's pleasure was obvious.

"And…Who…are you?" I breathed, fighting to stay calm, to show no sign of the rage building inside me. I would deny them my pain as best I could.

"Nephthys." The woman licked her lips. "The boy is Stephan, should you desire to meet with him again." She smiled gently. "I won't be jealous."

"I…ughhmmm…" I took a deep breath as the boy's cock lanced my cervix like a dagger. "I'd like…that…"

"Very much I imagine." She laughed and lifted her mouth, so that Stephan could kiss her, their tongues playing openly as they held me down and raped me.

"I'm going to cum…" Stephan nodded, breathing heavily and his once pale face was now flushed as he stared into the eyes of his exotic Mistress. He was fucking me hard, moving easily now in and out so that his balls slapped my ass, and he'd pause occasionally, grinding himself into me as if that felt especially good for him.

"Inside her." The woman breathed.

I felt nothing of his pleasure, only the fire inside my injured sex, and the muscles between my thighs ached. They'd resisted long, but not enough and I'd have served myself better just accepting the boy's cock, but I hadn't. I'd fought him, fought them both, but that kiss…I worried over that for I hadn't fought the woman at all then. She'd taken me easily, brought forth something inside me that was willing and used it. She had a power there, irresistible and unknown to me.

I hated her kiss and longed to taste it once more.

"She's squeezing me…Fuck…She's hot for it…" The boy lied, teasing me.

"Yesssss…" She hissed softly, "…cum inside her, my sweet boy. Mark her forever with your seed."

"Fuck you…" I spat groaning with hate as I felt his cock spewing forth inside me, vomiting his cold dead sperm into my womb.

"Can you smell it?" The woman laughed. "The scent of him will never wash away. Just as I can smell Nicolai inside you, so he'll know you've been had, well taken with another's cock…It marks us forever."

"Liar." I forced myself to smile. "It means nothing."

"You're mine now." Stephan chuckled, holding himself inside me, panting as his balls emptied their raping seed into my womb. "Mine forever, you'll see."

"I'll see you dead." I promised him, because I had very little else to offer.

I really could smell him now, the distinctive odor of Stephan's sperm and something else besides, a portion of the boy's corrupt soul perhaps, mixed in with his semen and seeping into my blood. I had no idea if what the woman had said was true, I doubted it, but I couldn't know for certain. She was probably giving me some small torture, that was all. A little joke to send me crying back to Nicolai.

The boy pulled out at last, leaving pinkish stains as he wiped his blood stained cock on my thighs and belly before putting himself away. I kicked at him, but he was already away from me, moving lightly and laughing.

"And I don't even know your name." Stephan smiled, disappearing through the doorway with a churlish giggle.

"The sun is rising soon." The woman still held me, turning her head to glance through the window. "Can you survive it?"

I didn't say anything and she shrugged.

"If you're here when I wake this evening I will kill you." She watched me carefully. "What's your name?"

"Keri." I told her after a second's hesitation, but there was no reason to hide that.

"Nice." She nodded. "You're very beautiful and you did well tonight, for being so young." She kissed me again, as I knew she wanted to and I felt once more that rapture which I couldn't explain.

I kissed her back, pushing my tongue into her mouth with a guttural moan that rose from my aching breasts. It was a rape of a different sort, this Nephthys taking my will rather than my body, and I was surprised to find that she'd let me go sometime in the middle of our brief union. I realized it only when I'd reached out for her at the end, finding to my relief and dismay that she'd disappeared as the first thin rays of the dawning sun broke through the window.

I knew that she didn't expect me to make my escape through the day, as the sun is often deadly to our kind, but many vampires have some small tolerance, and my own was far stronger than she could have expected. Nephthys probably thought I'd hide in that apartment, or make my way down to the basement perhaps, and sleep in the dank and dark underground. And when she awoke I'd still be there, in her city, and Nephthys and her lover could hunt me once more for their pleasure.

But I was gone, dressing myself from the dead woman's closet and using her money to get back home, back to Nicolai and safety. It had been a good lesson, a valuable one, and while difficult to forgive immediately, I realized they'd done me a favor, the woman and her boy. But I would kill them, I thought, or at least Stephan. I would certainly kill him when I was strong enough and the woman would watch, the way she'd watched him rape me.

Perhaps she might even hold him down, I thought. Remembering her eyes I wouldn't have put such treachery beneath her.

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