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The Secret Way of It

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/MF, Fm/F, BDSM, Incest, Violent, NC, Rape, Blood,
Caution, Extreme, Fant

Note: Read chapter one "The Secret Way of It" before this chapter.

The Secret Way of It
By rache

Chapter 2


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, Eve printed it out for me, bringing it
downstairs, to the room I called 'Pain' for no other reason that 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 lived.

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 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 a small torture only 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, 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. 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, 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, 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 and that was
rare enough indeed.

And it 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
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."

I brought him downstairs and we stood in a foyer and there were four
unremarked 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. Her body was bowed
slightly, as it had to be, with no support for her his or lower back.
It gave her a painful posture which only Wren 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, but 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.

"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 a little because her
cunt was off limits until her infibulation had healed completely.

The woman herself was in obvious pain, but slipping into shock as
well, I thought. 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. 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 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.

I gave him what he wanted, lying down with him on that cold floor,
letting him 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 12 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 again,
as I'd done so many times 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 vein 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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was meant to be a vampire, since the first moment of creation when
all souls were born to the eternal cr�che, 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 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, but he was
weak in daylight, terribly weakened by it and I enjoyed my ability to
withstand the sun easily, for a few days t 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 abilities were
common to all of us, and he wouldn't guess at our numbers, except to
say we a rare species at best. I'd have to discover and cultivate my
own skills and they would grow rapidly at first, but then continue
slowly over time for 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. It was the only time in my life after
the turning that I felt real fear, when Nicolai abandoned me there.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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

I climbed a wall, a porous cliff of old red brick and cracked mortar,
digging my nails into the cracks and pulling myself up some thirty or
forty feet easily. It was a neat trick and one I didn't know I
possessed. 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, I hoped, these
other vampires, to 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 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 he was there, he was behind me.

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, and her eyes
opened with surprise and stayed that way staring up at me in death.

I landed on the bed, straddling the woman and 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 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.

"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, 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 quickly, before I could heal. Anything else might
be painful, but hardly fatal. Our powers of recuperation were
profound. But he did nothing but subdue me, holding me on my back with
his fists around my wrists, stretching my arms above my head while he
sat straddling my hips.

"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 and he looked barely 16 years old,
small and thin, with effeminate features. I might have mistaken him
for a girl, under other circumstances, with his long black hair and
deep set eyes, red rimmed and black in the center.

"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?"

"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 so that
he could free his long hard 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, 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.

"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, holding my hands tightly in hers, laying on her
stomach so that her face was close, looking down into mine.

"When you see your Master give him this kiss..." And he 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.
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 it in my eyes.

He ripped open my blouse then, just as he'd torn 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 ripped 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 ling strand of saliva stretched
between our tongues.

"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, pushing his cock down
into my pussy hard and it was burning and painful as I felt myself
being torn. I bled for him, as if I were a virgin, and that
humiliation lubricated his raping cock and increased his pleasure.

"And...Who...are you?" I breathed, fighting to stay calm, to show no sign
of the rage building inside me.

"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.
"I'd like...that..."

"Very much I imagine." She laughed and leaned over me, so that Stephan
could kiss her, their tongues playing opening as they smiled.

"I'm going to cum..." Stephan nodded, breathing hard 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 to me as that felt especially good for him.

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.

"Yesss..." She hiss 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, taken well with another's cock...I marks us forever."

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

"You're mine now." Stephan chuckled, holding himself inside me.
"Forever."

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

I could smell him now, the distinctive odor of his sperm, of something
else besides, mixed in with his semen. I had no idea if what the woman
ad 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 pulled out at last, wiping his wet cock on my thighs, and then my
skirt 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." He smiled, disappearing through the
doorway.

"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 is 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 and I was surprised to find that she'd let me go
sometime in the middle of it, so that I'd reached out for her at the
end, only to find 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 live through the day, as the sun
is often deadly to our kind, but many have some small tolerance, and
my own was far stronger than she could have expected. She probably
thought I'd hide in that apartment, or make my way down to the
basement perhaps, and sleep. 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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