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The Secret Way of It

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/M, F/Fm, BDSM, CBT, Anal, Oral, Humil, Strap-on, Enema,
Cath


The Secret Way of It
By rache

Chapter 3


The slut was an older man, but still strong and virile, and for all
his power and wealth, very much my slave for the six hours he visited
my dungeons every few weeks. It's no secret that powerful people
require domination. Why that should be so remains something of a
mystery, despite the countless theories put forth over the centuries.
I myself had made a small study of it, and had come to no significant
conclusion in the matter.

That it affected us all to some small extent I was convinced, largely
because I'd experienced it myself, but only once, at the hands of
another vampire. Nephthys. And even then I couldn't be sure that it
wasn't some form of trick with her, because that seemed the most
likely explanation. I didn't suffer myself to others willingly, not
even Nicolai.

We were in the Village, in one of the old brownstones I kept there.
That was my dungeon, the place where I conducted business. No one ever
died there, no one suffered needlessly, it was a place with a purpose
and I made use of it only infrequently. My regular customers, like the
slut, could be counted no more than a dozen men and women, the
irregulars even less. And so this evening was something of a treat for
all concerned, giving Eve and myself a short break from our secret
lives in favor of something only slightly less so.

I had the man bound and hunched over, with his wrists tied to his
ankles so that his head was down, his arms drawn back along the floor,
on his knees with his ass in the air. It was painful for he wasn't a
young man, and hardly flexible enough for that position. I had his
knees pulled up past his elbows, legs held wide with a spreader and
his back pushed over and angled down. He was working to fuck a dildo
in and out of Eve's tight asshole.

That phallus was part of his gag, affixed solidly to the masked hood
that he wore. The hood had only small openings for his eyes and
nostrils, and the thick black dildo protruding from where his mouth
would be. Inside that leather mask the dildo became a thick penis gag,
some three inches long, filling the man's mouth and held tightly in
place by the hood itself, which covered his head completely.

It was a beautiful device and I used it often with him, because the
slut had been seeing me for a very long time now and we had no need of
safe words. I could gag him at will, and so I usually did. He wore
nothing else while in my care, except his bonds of course, and
corporal punishment was at the top of his list of needful things. I
called him the slut only because it amused me. The man had no real
desire for verbal abuse, but he would tolerate very nearly anything I
wished to call him and so that was good enough.

He was one of those who loved me, as all my regulars had to I suppose.
I had never given the slut affection, but he regularly presented me
with expensive gifts, which I accepted without thanking him. Gratitude
is an obligation, and I owed him nothing.

I had Eve bound as well, spread eagle on her stomach, chained hand and
foot to iron rings embedded into the floor. She enjoyed such treatment
from me and on previous occasions the slut had fucked her cunt with
his dildo mask, but now she was infibulated and healed completely, so
Eve's vaginal opening was barely the size of my little finger. Eve's
only intercourse for the rest of her life would be anal and so I was
using the opportunity to get her used to it.

While the slut worked on filling my slave's tight round ass with that
firm phallus he sported for a face, I spent my time punishing the man,
or more specifically his balls. I had them noosed tight with a
parachute and thin leather cord, and I'd pulled the man's testicles
back viciously, between his pale thighs, and up, through a simply
pulley. The other end was attached to a hook from which different
sized weights could be suspended.

It was simple and effective and the idea wasn't to sever the man's
balls, but merely give him something to think about as he had to lunge
forward with his body to drive his cock into Eve's ass, and so he
would lift those weights higher briefly, straining his already swollen
and purplish balls until he had the dildo 12 inches deep, and then he
could relax slightly, withdrawing from the girl and easing the
tension, although not completely.

I kept a close eye on him of course, ensuring that he was giving my
lovely slave every inch of that gleaming black cock. When he failed in
his simple task I used a crop on his ass, or if he seemed especially
lax, I'd whip his balls with it. This game was merely to warm him up,
really, he would be punished much more severely later in the evening,
and even so this was no easy task. We'd just started and the slut had
already suffered a dozen lingering stripes, welts rising white hot
against his flushed red skin.

"I'm beginning to think you don't love us anymore, slut." I teased him
with a theatrical sigh. "Eve looks bored. Is the slut boring you,
dear?"

"Yes...ugh...Mistress." Eve answered, giving small grunts as the slut
thrust his leather clad face hard against her ass, driving the dildo
deep.

It wasn't an easy thing, of course, pushing that dildo in so far.
Eve's chore was to fight it, to resist every inch of that cock, and
she was still very small down there. I exercised her ass only rarely,
preferring to let her fuck me with a strap-on, or merely use her mouth
on my body more often than not.

The slut's next thrust was fully two inches short, and I brought the
leather crop down hard on his outstretched balls, bringing the man's
body to jerk with the sudden flash of pain. His penis was flaccid,
hanging limp, but dripping precum just the same. He was excited by
this, there was little doubt, and it was what he was paying me for. If
I eased the tension on his testicles, gave him some time to
recuperate, he'd be hard and aching for release.

But that wasn't why he was here.

"Let me show you what I want, slut." I moved behind him, stepping
carefully over the cord so I could rub the head of my own dildo
against his tight asshole.

I was wearing a latex body suit, custom made for me by Latex Lair and
rather like a second skin, crimson and so perfectly fitted to my naked
body that every part of me was evident, from the shape of my sex, to
my abdominal muscles, to my hard nipples. Even that soft dimple at the
top of my ass was fitted perfectly. It was thin and comfortable and
ingeniously crafted. My dildo was black, like the one on the slut's
face, but a little smaller and not so smooth, having ridges near the
base and smallish bumps near the tip.

I drove into his ass hard, using only a portion of my strength, for I
was far stronger than any human female. I timed my thrust to match his
own, so that the slut's cock was suddenly rammed painfully into Eve's
tender ass, making her gasp loudly as she tensed too late against it.
The slut himself groaned deeply, feeling the head of my penis reaching
for his prostrate as it tore through his unprepared rectum.

"Did you like that, Eve?" I asked, allowing the slut to pull back from
my slave's ass, the weights behind us falling slowly.

"Yes Mistress." Eve replied, her voice slightly choked.

"Then we shall do it again." I chuckled lightly. "The slut just needs
a little...Push!" And I slammed my pelvis against his ass once more,
driving the man forward with similar and satisfying results.

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

"The senator is leaving, Mistress." Eve spoke softly as I stood on the
rooftop, enjoying the cold night air. I nodded slightly.

"We'll go out." I told her. "Fix yourself."

"Yes Mistress." She left me then and I looked out at the city.

It was still early enough, just after midnight and I had five good
hours before sunrise. There were some twelve million people around me,
and on a quiet night I could hear them, like the static on a radio
turned way down. White noise that was always there, always in the back
of my mind, but I'd learned long since to ignore it. Some of my kind
could make sense of it, but I wasn't one of them. It was enough to
hear those millions of thoughts and know that they belonged to me.

I was the only vampire in New York.

But there were others as well, beings who were neither human nor
vampire, but creatures altogether different and I was watching them
always. It had come something of a surprise to me when I'd learned the
truth, that there were in fact angels and demons, and rara avis who
defied description by anything but myth. Some few of them I would
count allies, of a sort, and others I remained wary of, the righteous
and evil alike, for they had their own reasons to hate me.

We walked because it wasn't very far and I also wanted to exercise
Eve's sore ass. She was uncomfortable, having strained the small
muscles of her rectum until they were exhausted trying to keep that
large phallus out of her bowls. The walk would do her good and it was
a simple pleasure we rarely enjoyed. Just walking together at night.

I wore that same red bodysuit, sans dildo of course, with my long
black hair loose now, cascading around my shoulders. Black leather
boots, with crimson laces reaching to my knees. That was all I wore
and it was an odd sight, even for Greenwich Village in the very early
hours of Saturday morning.

Eve wore her collar and a leather dress, soft and supple and molded to
her body as a corset above a short tight skirt reaching all of an inch
below her perfectly tender ass. A thong beneath that, I suspected,
although I hadn't bothered to find out, and five inch heels on her
feet. She'd wanted shorter ones to favor her discomfort, but anything
less would have ruined the effect, so I'd made her change them.

It was vanity, obviously, and moving through my city dressed so
provocatively brought needless attention, but then again, I did
nothing needlessly. We were dressed up as a fetishist wet dream solely
for one person, one human in a city overflowing with them and yet so
completely different as to be her own species.

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

"Laz." I whispered as I spied her coming towards us and it was obvious
she was drunk, or at the least well on her way to it.

We were in a club called The Hypogeum, an underground night club in
every sense of the word. It never stopped, never closed, and it was
always busy. Many of the humans you would find there, once you
unmasked everyone, were the slaves and minions and agents of others
who were not. A human entering alone, without protection, wouldn't
last very long, or perhaps too long, as the case may be.

But they came anyway, those persons who are drawn to such things. I'd
found Eve there, in that very club, and she'd come only to find me.
There were Goth's and punks, and those curious people who wanted to be
a vampire, or an angel perhaps. Dozens of them in all flavors and all
of them young, in their teens or early twenties perhaps, and
interesting in their unique ways. Beauty counted for much, but it
didn't get a human through the door, that privilege required a quality
far more rare.

And there are very few places like this throughout the world; although
I certainly hadn't traveled extensively, I knew that to be true. The
Hypogeum was the only such club in all of New York, for example and it
served less a place for entertainment then neutral ground where we
could meet for whatever cause required.

Eve and I sat upon an oversized tête-à-tête, a black sofa curving into
an S shape. It was large enough so that couples, rather than just two
individuals could use it. I was sitting with Eve, and across from us
Laz fell heavily onto the black leather, pulling with him a young
girl, beautiful, giggling and equally drunk.

Laz was wearing what I might have expected of her, although we'd met
only several times and on all of those occasions very briefly. A black
t-shirt, showing off her small and unrestrained breasts, a loose black
skirt, apparently torn in half so that the hem was ragged and uneven
around her thighs, and a pair of black ankle boots, with frilly little
socks feathered around the tops.

Her hair was black, streaked with red and her bottom lip was pierced
with a golden ring, just at the left corner of her mouth. It must have
been new because her lip looked slightly swollen, and Laz played with
it, pushing out the pink tip of her tongue occasionally, as if to
ensure it was still there. Her skin was white, as white as my own, and
her eyes were black pits, no one could look into the woman's eyes for
very long.

A waitress was there, immediately and Laz smiled at me.

"What are you drinking?" Then she looked at Eve. "Hungarian? Never
mind."

"White Russians, six, no...yeah, six of them, in big glasses." Laz
looked at the girl next to her. "And a pitcher of cream."

"Nice outfit." I smiled at her.

"I got it off a dead girl." Laz held up a purse, a cheap brown
handbag. "This too. Do you like it?"

"It works for you, Laz." I nodded, stroking Eve's tummy slowly.

"Oh, this is Heather." Laz grabbed the woman's left breast, squeezing
it through the thin blouse she wore. "Do you want a taste?"

"I know you." The girl giggled, staring at me. "Do you want to dance?"

"Dance with Eve." I offered and I gave my slave a little push, even as
she gave me a small unhappy look. "She's bored with me."

Heather looked at Laz and the other woman nodded, letting her go.

"Dance with her." Laz smiled at Eve. "Quicken the woman's blood for my
friend." She leaned over the couch slightly. "What was your name?"

"Keri."

"Right, yeah. Sorry." Laz looked around. "Have you seen Uzi? I need
her."

"No." I shook my head, smiling as I wasn't sure who she was talking
about.

"She left me." Laz sighed and her face darkened noticeably, but it
passed quickly enough and her drinks were arriving, which cheered her
considerably.

"Can't have any, eh?" She held up a large tumbler, milky white with
ice in it. "White Russian, quite revolting actually."

She laughed at her pun and drank the entire glass quickly, setting it
down on the small table in front of her with a heavy thunk.

There was a band playing, at the far end of the club, and I could
occasionally catch glances of Eve's tall form moving amongst the crowd
dancing. She didn't particularly like going out, preferring to stay
inside with me alone whenever possible. I think she would have been
perfectly happy if we were the only two people in all of creation, but
she would do as I wished.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Laz, watching as she picked up
another drink.

"Looking for Uzi." She frowned slightly. "I told you that. What are
you doing here?"

"Killing time." I shrugged.

"Killing..." Laz laughed, tilting her head back slightly so I could see
her carotid pulsing faintly. "That's good. Kill some of mine while
you're at it."

"Have you seen Nicolai?" I asked finally, unable to hold my curiosity
any longer.

"Ah." She smiled thinly, nodding her head. "I completely forgot, he
gave me a message um, no...He said he was going to Moscow."

"And?" I laughed with frustration.

"And...what?" Laz took another drink. "That's it. He was going home, or
that's what he said. Did you expect him to say he misses you?" Laz
laughed at me.

"No." I turned my head, finding Eve who was coming back to me.

"That he loves you?" Laz shook her head. "You're too young for him."

"I am not." I smiled, knowing I was being teased by this woman, but I
couldn't help it.

"Youth isn't a question of years, you're either young or old right
from the start." Laz said, misquoting the French woman, Barney. "And
you're too young. Come here...I have your milk, kitten...down that's it,
I'll cool you off..."

Laz was speaking to Heather, pulling the girl down to her knees
between her spread thighs. "Kiss me there now, do what you do..."

Eve and I watched as Heather pushed Laz's skirt up around her waist,
pulled the woman's panties aside, and began licking Laz's pussy. Laz
shifted slightly, sliding down, and pulling Heather's mouth against
her dark haired sex, coaxing her gently to use her tongue and play
with her own clit.

Eve's heart was quicker now, from dancing and her skin had taken a
sweet red glow. I untied the top of her dress, the corset laced in the
front, with stiff ribbing and a herringbone lattice to push Eve's
breasts out and up. I exposed her flesh slowly, heedless of the people
around us, and I bent my mouth to bite my lover on the soft flesh
beneath and between her gently heaving breasts.

I was careful not to bite too deeply, for the sternum was just there,
the muscle and nerves all bundled together. I just needed a taste of
her, a bit of her sweet blood to warm my veins. I'd come here hoping
that Lazarus would have some news for me, some message from Nicolai,
my former love and teacher, my mate as it were, although that was only
barely the proper word for our relationship.

But he wasn't coming and I was slightly angry with myself for hoping
that he would be. I liked to tell myself that I didn't need or want
him, and I even believed that usually, but facing Laz and hearing that
meaningless message that Nicolai was going home, going to Moscow, that
had forced the truth upon me.

"Give me your waist..." I breathed, licking my blood stained lips as I
pulled away from the small bite I'd given Eve.

Across from us Laz was pouring milk from the pitcher onto her cunt,
slowly so that Heather could lap it from between the woman's swollen
labia. I turned away from that as Eve pulled her dress down awkwardly
and then cradled me as I bit her deeply at last, my teeth sinking into
the buttery flesh of her waist. She moved slightly, tensing for just a
heartbeat, but she welcomed the pain and held me tightly against her
as I drank.

I sensed the boy, before he spoke, standing close and watching us. I
lifted my head, turning to show him my fangs dripping with Eve's
blood.

"You have an admirer." Laz giggled, which is a sound all its own. "Not
you...keep sucking my twat..." She pushed Heather back down to her cunt.

"Would you like me?" The boy asked and he was young, all of sixteen I
would guess, and pale as moonlight with his long black hair and deep
brown eyes. I was reminded of Stephen, although this boy was far less
beautiful and infinitely less dangerous than my dearest enemy, the
vampire who'd raped me a dozen years before.

I smiled at him and Eve sat still beside me, showing no emotion at all
and letting her blood flow free from her injured side. This was very
much how she had presented herself to me, but this young man was
merely one of those who wanted to be a vampire, a desire Eve did not
share. There were many like him in the club, as usual, but only a few
would have the nerve to approach me directly. Most of them were hoping
to be noticed, so that I would want them and call them to join me.

A few, like this boy, didn't have that sort of patience, or they
possessed a desperation strong enough to overcome their good sense.
Eve had approached me, but she was of a different sort altogether, and
she'd asked me for nothing and given me everything. A boy like this,
he wanted more than he could ever give.

"Do you want to come home with me?" I asked him, knowing the answer,
obviously, and so I didn't bother with his reply. "Laz, when you see
Nicolai..." I hesitated and beside me Eve was fixing her dress.

"...Yeah, yeah." She waved at me. "Tell Uzi I need her. Please? Tell her
I'm sorry." She gave me her eyes then, more than two millennia of pain
boring into my soul and I nodded, looking away quickly.

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

"Midtown..." I gave the cab driver our address and Eve was much relieved
as going to our apartments there could only mean one thing.

I was between them, with Eve behind the driver and the young man to my
right. His name was Victor, or so he said, but so many of those people
were unhappy with their given names. He was seventeen and he'd been
looking for a real vampire for a long time.

The taxi had gone less than a block before the driver turned around.
It happened sometimes, most times, and it was amusing in a way, but
largely annoying. He had been trying to see me in his rearview mirror,
myself and Eve, but I cast no reflection and that was rather
frightening to most of them.

"Don't stop, eyes on the road...There's nothing to see, nothing at
all..."

I was using my voice and it worked. The Thrall worked best for me when
I was able to touch the other person, but taxi cabs were partitioned,
most of them, with Plexiglas and so I had only my voice. Thankfully
cab drivers weren't known for their dominating egos, and in a contest
of wills I invariably won. It was annoying though, as I said, and for
that reason I preferred hiring a limousine service if I knew we would
be driving.

"Cool trick." The boy said, and he was touching me, very tentatively,
but growing bolder as I didn't stop him.

"What are you looking for?" I smiled at him, passing the time as we
moved through the light traffic of New York at three in the morning.

"I was looking for you." He smiled back. "I mean I knew you guys were
out there, like living out there and stuff, but yeah, this is really
cool."

"Cool." I turned to Eve and lifted my eyebrows so she gave me a faint
smile.

"So I met this chick, like at this party and she was telling me about
this place, where the super freaks like hang out, you know? So, I
figured I'd see because maybe I'd hook up with one of you guys."

This boy was letting it all out and I nodded sympathetically.

"I didn't really think I'd see one, but yeah, there you were and I was
like shit! I gotta say something..."

"Right." I nodded.

"...So um, she's not like a vampire too, is she?" He leaned forward
looking at Eve on the other side of me. "I mean she's totally hot,
Jesus, but is she like gonna be a vampire? You know, like you're gonna
make her one?"

"Eve?" I chuckled. "No, she's more of a vampire than I am."

"Really?" The boy narrowed his eyes.

"Oh yeah, you'll see." I promised him. "Don't worry."

"Okay, sure right. Sorry, I'm just like really excited." He squeezed
my thigh and I looked down at his hand. "Does she ever like...talk?"

That really did make me laugh.

"Eve, say hello to Victor, I think he's a little in love." I sat back
sighing.

"Hello Victor." Eve said, not looking at him.

"Uh, hi...Eve." He bit his lip, staring at her.

I was attractive, yes, and a vampire, but Eve was probably the most
beautiful woman that the boy had ever seen up close and in person. And
Eve being so oblivious to her beauty only made it more so, a fact Eve
would never understand. It was hard to compete with that, and
truthfully I appreciated it because very often I didn't want that sort
of attention. Eve was a good diversion and I teased her with it
occasionally.

"She loves to fuck." I leaned close to the boy, whispering loud enough
so Eve would hear.

"S-She does?" The boy stopped breathing. "Okay, yeah...Me too."

"Eve, tell Victor how much you love to fuck." I said, really fighting
to keep myself from smiling and ruining the little game I was playing.

"Yes Mistress." Eve dipped her head and then turned to him. "I love to
fuck, Victor, more than anything else."

"And?" I prompted her.

"And I'd love to fuck you." Eve added, using her voice, that
wonderfully trained weapon of hers to enthrall the boy as easily and
completely as anything I might have been able to do.

Then again, he'd been halfway there already, and he was submissive by
nature, a victim just waiting to be violated. Very soon he'd find out
for himself how Eve liked to fuck the boys and girls who tried to
insinuate themselves between us, because that's how Eve thought of it.
Victor was a rival, and even though she knew he didn't stand a chance,
that I cared for him not at all, Eve wouldn't be happy until she saw
him broken.

Eve could be far more cruel than I ever was.

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

"Welcome to our house." I smiled at the boy as we stepped into the
foyer, engaging him while Eve set about securing the door behind us.

"Yeah, cool." He nodded, looking around, but there was nothing there
to see. It was a rather empty room.

"Would you mind taking off your clothes?" I asked him, not really
asking him at all, and he understood that.

"Sure." He started unbuttoning his blouse, because that's what it was.
A silken poet's shirt, with puffy sleeves and a wide collar. It was
neatly tucked into black suede trousers and I'm sure he imagined all
vampires dressed like they'd stepped from an old English romance.

Eve had left us briefly, while I watched the boy disrobe. He had a
thin, angular body and he was very white, with rosy nipples and a
thick patch of black pubic hair above his flaccid penis. He was only
slightly shy, a little modest and that was cute. He had some hair
under his arms, but otherwise he was very smooth, his calves showing
just a hint of hair and his thighs none at all.

"You're very pretty." I took him in my arms a moment, rewarding him
with a kiss and I felt his tongue over my teeth. I held my mouth open
for him.

"Do you like that?" I asked, tasting his blood as he'd cut himself on
my incisors.

"Sharp." He blinked at me, bringing his fingers to his mouth.

His cock had begun to harden during our kiss and I reached down to
fondle him, taking his penis in my hand and leading him to the stairs
with it. He was quiet now, which I didn't mind, perhaps realizing
finally that he had found what he was looking for and perhaps it
wasn't exactly what he might have wanted. But it was far too late for
second thoughts.

"I'm going to have you cleaned." I told him, bringing him to the
bathroom, which wasn't a small one, nor simple.

"I took a shower, um..."

"I know." I said, just to shut him up.

Immediately inside there was a toilet and a bidet to the left, a sink
on a pedestal to the right. We walked past them, through a narrow
doorway and into a much more spacious room, some forty by forty feet
square, tiled on the floor and walls in antiseptic white and lit with
bright fluorescent lamps mounted along the walls roughly ten feet
above the floor. The ceiling was sixteen feet above us, as it was in
all of the rooms in those apartments.

To the left were sinks and faucets, a number of them of various
heights, some with short or long hoses coiled neatly nearby, others
with buckets perhaps, or nothing at all. There were shower heads as
well, and a gutter towards which the floor was very slightly angled.
To the right stood long rows of stainless shelves, stacked four high
in places, less in others, behind sliding glass doors, much like
shower doors fitted into rubber rails. That was where I stored all
manner of devices and instruments, neat and dry and reasonably
protected from humidity.

There was a gurney down there, stainless steel and old, with a vinyl
mat to lie on. A number of eye bolts were affixed to the far wall, and
into the floor itself. Some with chains attached, some without. Chains
dangled from the ceiling in places, with manacles and hooks and
nothing at all in some cases. I'd performed everything from the rough
butchering of a rather disgusting man, to the delicate surgery of
Eve's infibulation in that room. It was entirely useful and I was
rather proud of it.

"Over here, this will be very easy." I promised Victor. "Even
enjoyable."

He allowed me to shackle his feet to bolts near a short faucet,
spreading them roughly three feet and he was some four feet from the
wall, so I helped him lean forward, so that he could put his palms
against it, smiling at me the whole time.

That done I stripped out of my clothing, removing my boots first and
then stretching the neck of that body suit so I could work my body
through it. That was the only opening and I appreciated the fact that
vampires have no real need to shit at all, and pissed only rarely as
so little of the blood we fed on was wasted. I could go three feedings
easily, a week or so, without peeing at all.

While I did that Eve returned to us, wearing only her collar now and
she'd cleaned the bites I'd given her. I had no bacteria or virus in
my saliva that would harm her, but there were other infections she
could pick up, and so I forced upon her the practical necessity of
caring for herself. I should have been very unhappy if anything were
to happen to Eve through negligence.

"Just soap." I told her, sitting down on the gurney to watch.

Eve knew what to do and she was very good at it. She gathered what she
needed quickly, putting her items on a metal cart and rolling it over.
Victor was full of questions, of course, he'd been asking me while I'd
undressed, and now he was asking Eve. But neither of us bothered to
answer him.

"Be still please." Eve advised Victor as she knelt down near him. "Or
this will hurt."

I suspected it would hurt the boy anyway as Eve took hold of the boy's
penis, which was merely semi-hard now at best, and began threading a
catheter into his urethra. He gave only soft groans, the occasional
gasp as Eve hadn't lubricated the device at all, but it would be
hardly painful anyway, just uncomfortable and she fed it into him
quickly and once satisfied that it was inside his bladder, Eve taped
the tube to his thigh, just so she could leave it without fear of it
slipping out.

She opened the small wheel valve towards the middle of that length of
tube, adjusting the loose end of it so that Victor's catheter would
empty into the gutter, and watched briefly as his urine began to flow
through the clear tube.

The next thing would be just as simple. Eve filled a rubber enema bag
with warm water, perhaps a third of the way full, squeezed a little
anti-bacterial soap out of a small plastic bottle into the opening,
and shook it up, which really was the easiest way to mix it. There are
any number of things you can use for an enema. Some of them pleasant,
most of them harmless, and some of them rather painful, if not
dangerous. All we were doing was cleaning the boy out, and it wasn't
even necessary to be thorough with him, but Eve would take good care
of him in any event.

Eve continued shaking the bag as she walked to a sliding glass door,
this one with no shelves at all, and brought out an IV holder, a
telescoping stand with curling metal at the top which was useful for
holding a great many things. She'd use it to hold the enema bag in
place, above Victor's body so that gravity would pull the warm soapy
water into his bowels.

When all was ready she checked his catheter again and removed it
quickly, demonstrating her lack of concern for Victor as he winced
painfully. His bladder was empty now and Eve pushed him down, helping
the boy keep his balance as he lowered his shoulders and head first,
and finally knelt down.

"Put your face in the gutter." I heard her say, pushing Victor's nose
and mouth to where his yellowish piss was still lingering on the tile.

I never considered him as any sort of permanent addition to my
household of course, but I wondered briefly if I had been considering
Victor, or anyone like him, would I want him resisting at this point,
or obedient? I wasn't sure and it was hypothetical anyway, having no
plans to take another slave. Obviously Eve held him in nothing but
contempt as she pushed the enema tube into the boys anus, working the
molded tip inside his rectum and then releasing the water to fill
him.

Eve had Victor's ass high, his head low, and she stood back watching
for a moment, crossing her arms and staring down at him. We would
flush him twice with soap and rinse him once. And time was passing, of
course, it was still a few hours until dawn, but I'd need more time
than that to play with Victor, I thought, and I began thinking of what
we might do with him in the meantime.

"Clean his testes too, Eve." I said, my voice echoing in the crisp
acoustics of that tiled room.

She looked at me.

"Use your hands." I told her. "Your mouth."

"Yes Mistress." She closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps wondering
why I was punishing her.

For all of her beauty and her ability to exude sexual promise from her
very pores, Eve had no sexual desires so far as I could determine.
Even for me, although we engaged in sex often, there was something
lacking in her, some emotion that had died long ago, if she'd ever
possessed it at all. Passion, I suppose is a good word, but she had
that. Eve's passion was expressed through her devotion, through her
deliberate and careful attention to follow my every instruction to the
smallest detail.

But she never had an orgasm, although her body would respond in every
other way. Her clitoris charged with tension, her vagina grew moist
and hot. Eve's nipples would harden beneath my lips and fingers, her
breathing become thick and hot while her heart quickened and her blood
raced. But despite my best efforts there was something unreachable
inside her, that last step that she couldn't take to completion. It
was a puzzle I enjoyed and I tried many different things, many
combinations of pain and pleasure to unlock her.

I'd try this one now, having her work Victor's cock to erection with
her fingers and then sucking it while the pressure built in his
rectum. It wouldn't be the first time she'd sucked a cock a my
command, nor would it be the last, but it was perhaps the first time
with one these wanna-be vampires whom we both held in very low esteem.

"Mmmm...oh shit, Eve..." Victor murmured softly, turning his head so he
could see Eve's hand working his penis slowly.

"You'll keep that water in your bowels until you've cum." I told
Victor, stepping off the gurney and walking over to them. "I want you
to cum three times at least."

I'd said most of that for Eve's benefit really, because I didn't care
if Victor knew what we were doing or not. Now she would know that she
could prolong the boys growing discomfort by prolonging his orgasm,
but Eve also knew I expected her to bring him off three times. That
could very well take an hour, perhaps even longer as the tension in
his rectum grew.

An enema would give some small pleasure to a man, at first, by
pressing on his prostate for example, but being stretched and swollen
would demand much of Victor's attention and no small amount of muscle
control to avoid making a mess. It would be difficult to relax enough
to orgasm and when he did, because Eve would follow her instructions,
there was little doubt he'd lose control of his bowels. It would be
rather humiliating for Eve, if she weren't careful.

"How's this coming?" I asked, squeezing the enema bag and it was
largely empty now, the 1.5 liters of water it held now deposited
safely into Victor's ass.

I removed the tube slowly, warning the boy to keep his ass closed. He
had such a cute, pinkish brown sphincter I was sorely tempted to use a
butt plug on him, but that would have ruined the challenge for Eve
altogether.

"Lift yourself, Eve wants to suck your cock now, don't you." I stroked
Eve's hair as her arm moved mechanically, masturbating him in her
tight fist.

"Yes Mistress." Eve replied.

"Then move, lay down this way, between his legs...Over here." I grabbed
Eve by the hair, dragging her as she reached up instinctively, but
quickly asserted control over her instincts and moved quickly to do as
I wanted. It was as much resistance as she'd ever shown me in her
life, and while I silently forgave it, knowing full well it was
meaningless, Eve would take some time to forgive herself. It was one
of the reasons she was so valuable, one reason among a great many, Eve
demanded much more from herself than I did. But of course I'd never
tell her that.

I had her on her back, looking up so that her face was in the perfect
location to receive Victor's cock, and I pushed it down, angling it
between Eve's lips s she could take the swollen head in her mouth. The
length of her body was between the boy's kneeling legs, so that when
he finally did lose control of himself, the filth in his bowels would
spill over her breasts and stomach.

I walked to the shelves, eyeing them until I found what I wanted.

"Lift your arms, Eve, around his back...That's it." I handcuffed her
wrists together, so that she was locked to him in that way at least.

After that I used a grasp and ligament, which was very simply a soft
leather cup that fitted to the back of Eve's head with long straps
attached to either side. These went around Victor's thighs, near his
pelvis, and they stretched, but only a small amount, so that the
effect was to lock the boy's stiff penis inside Eve's open mouth. She
couldn't pull away from him enough to dislodge that cock, but she
could move her mouth up and down just enough to make him feel good.

I stood back, admiring my handiwork. They were quite lovely like that,
Victor having the better of the situation, really, as his hands were
free and he could use them to caress Eve while she was locked to his
penis. He needed to be careful though, as he found out when he tried
to lift his pelvis a touch too far for Eve's comfort. She nipped him
with her teeth, bringing a sharp yelp and an injured look to Victor's
eyes as he glanced at me.

I merely smiled and shrugged, wondering how long it would be before
the boy's anus began to weaken and the slow dribble of his dirty water
spilled down his thighs. Victor's lower stomach bulged slightly, and I
could see his body damp with perspiration. Eve was nursing on his
penis hard, wanting to be freed of him and knowing I wouldn't release
her until Victor had cum into her mouth.

"Cramps?" I asked Victor sympathetically.

It had only been five minutes, if that long, and the boy was shaking
now, his pretty pink anus tightly puckered, but flexing like a mouth
as he sought to control it. He was red and Eve was sucking him hard,
making wet muffled noises as she worked to bring him off.

"It's the water." I told him. "It presses on your abdominal muscles in
odd ways. The cramps can get quite painful after awhile."

I stroked Victor's flushed skin, feeling his warm body shudder. He was
trying very hard not to humiliate himself and the social taboos
regarding human waste hadn't been lost on him, I could tell. He was
going to shit all over the beautiful woman sucking his cock, despoil
himself in front of me, a real live vampire. It had been mildly
embarrassing at first perhaps, but he'd hid it well. Now the certainty
of what was going to happen was hitting him, and like those growing
cramps in his belly, it was painful.

"Fuck...I'm sorry...sorry...oh fuuuuck...ohhh..."

He finally lost control, all at once and I stepped back smiling as the
water in his bowels was expelled forcefully, spattering across Eve's
prone body from her shins to her heaving breasts. This was accompanied
almost simultaneously with his orgasm, adding pleasure to humiliation
as he held Eve's head to his cock, pulling her even tighter so that
she was choking on the hot sperm flooding her mouth.

Eve's handcuffed fists were white as she went stiff against the boy,
beating her arms weakly against his sides and he finally let her go,
gasping and shuddering, his body just seeming to collapse now that he
could relax finally. It was interesting seeing recognition come over
him as he realized what he'd done and looked over his shoulder at the
filth now covering Eve's perfect form.

"God, I'm so sorry...shit...I mean...fuck..." Victor closed his eyes and
burned red. Perhaps he thought Eve would never forgive him for losing
control like that, and he was right. Eve was hating him now, I was
certain, but that mattered very little anyway.

I used a hose to wash them off, spraying them with warm water as I
didn't want the boy's penis to shrivel on us completely. He was soft
now, but still in Eve's mouth, and that was where I wanted it to stay.

"I'll take care of the enemas, Eve." I told her lightly, in case she
was expecting me to loose her from her bonds. "You get him hard
again."

And so she knew then that I would keep her like that through two more
enemas, and two more orgasms at least. Perhaps I'd keep them like that
while I slept, it seemed reasonable to me anyway, but I wouldn't tell
them yet. I'd let them figure it out on their own later. It would be a
long day after all and I was sure Victor wouldn't mind sleeping with
his cock inside Eve's mouth, even if my lovely slave did.

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