“One of the male slaves is gone. The one we were training for King Enrico.”
“I cannot believe he only likes dick. Sucks because I’d love to smear my lipstick on that thick cock of his.”
“Carleigh, I know you like cock as much as pussy, but do you have to do it in front of me? That’s what hurts the worst. You fantasize about dick instead of my pussy. Well, at least in front of me.” Carleigh dropped my leash and headed toward her lover. Not missing a beat, Braelynn rushed over to pick it up before I had a chance to run. A part of me wanted to see them make up. “Let’s get this one to the dungeon. I don’t want to have to call up Ebony and Edwin. Ebony hinted at an all-female threesome.”
“Eww. That twat has had so many poisonous dicks in her, I’d be afraid of getting something on my tongue Ajax couldn’t scrub off. Not to mention the taste from the over usage of the golden jewels.” Carleigh placed her finger in her mouth to mock the ‘gagging me with a spoon’ message.
Braelynn chuckled at her lover’s actions. The covered with shit man cleared his throat. “Speak. Tell me what you know. In return for your information, I will order Amelia to wash and please you. Of course, there is a catch.”
“Use our bath as porn as you wish, Chatelaine.”
“I don’t need your permission, Skivvy. Now get on with the information,” Carleigh demanded.
“He broke free from the chains with the help from…”
“Skivvy, did you allow Hadley access?” Braelynn asked.
The skivvy knelt his head and shook it back and forth.
“Then who?”
“Palani,” the slave scrubbing the floor spoke out of turn. “They confessed their love to one another to us. Palani vowed make him a real man.”
“Well, I might have make Palani see how it is to live without a dick. His boobs will be his best asset.”
“My paramour, he betrayed us. Palani no longer deserves his perfect boobs either. I think a reduction is in order. No person of his stature should have misused what God gave him. Tits are amazing for all.”
“Not to mention his cock. Big, thick, and black. A perfect combination. Reaching up and fondling all-natural, d-cup boobs while sucking cock, was just the best medicine for a blah day.”
“Until you met me. My tongue skills proved to be the ultimate stress reliever.”
“Braelynn, take our new slave to his new bedchamber. Make sure he is fully secure. Take Marci with you. She can place the line of powdered mustard down as an extra line of defense.” Carleigh pulled Braelynn in for a big sloppy kiss. Sloshing sounds sent shivers up my skin. “Doll, don’t forget to place the lemon ball gag in his mouth. Be careful, I don’t want you down and out. My plans for later changed. They involve me, you, restraints, and wet spots on our bed.”
Braelynn yanked me toward her. “Only if I can make you squirt, over and over.”
Heat and nervousness built inside me.
“I’m going to hold you to making that happen.” Carleigh winked at Braelyn just before disappearing with the skivvy covered with shit letters.
“Marci, sexy, come join me and our guest, Maddox. We need to get him settled into his special chamber.”
Marci, the floor cleaning slave, stood up and straightened out her outfit. It barely covered the sweet spots. She approached us.
“If you do as I say, you’ll be rewarded.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Braelynn wrapped her arm around Marci, cupped her slave’s ass cheeks in her hands, pulled her in, and swapped lip gloss with Marci. Moans from the slave rang out. Then I noticed red liquid trailing down the slave’s neck. “Oh, fuck I am going to cum. Oh. Yes. Oh.” Marci’s body quivered out while Braelynn licked up the wounds.
“Want another round?” Braelynn asked. My cock stood out, pressed against the denim of my jeans, and begged to be released in every way. That was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed.
“Yes, Brae. I want several rounds. A night full of sexual activities. Most of all, I want to taste your honey dew.”
“Marci, do as you are told, and we will make it happen. Just not tonight, of course.” Braelynn slipped her finger into Marci’s lacy panty. “Slippery and wet, just like I like it.” After removing her fingers, she placed them in her mouth and sucked. My manhood saluted her several times. I was about to explode in my pants. Hell, I didn’t know a man could cream his jeans without physical contact.
Braelynn jerked my chain and pulled me behind her. She walked down a long hallway with a door at the end of it. I turned my head around just enough to see a boob-bouncing Marci following us. A forceful tug on my throat caused me to turn my attention back to Braelynn. Her ass swung back and forth as she walked. If she wasn’t a lesbian and I wasn’t with Divana, I wouldn’t have minded bending her over a couch arm and fucking her in that ghetto ass of hers. She opened door.
A musty smell of a basement penetrated my nose. “Watch your step, witch lover.”
We walked down a spiral, stone staircase. At the bottom, the walls were lined with cellar doors. Braelynn struck a match giving us more light via a torch. Being a vampire gave me an insight to the room before she added the light. Each door contained a drawing of letters much like the ones found in ancient Egypt.
“Room eight, the vacant one?” Marci asked.
“No, room one.”
“No one gets room one, especially a vamp…”
“He is special. Carleigh’s new lover.”
“Oh, okay,” Marci said with a sense of reserve. What could she have meant by her words? “Allow me to open the door and make sure there is no remnants of the powder from the one before him.”
“That was a year ago,” Braelynn uttered with a raised eyebrow. “I hardly think there is any left.”
“Whatever,” Marci responded.
I shrugged my shoulder at her for I knew nothing about this so-called powder nor dungeons. Stories told of vampires hoarding sex slaves, but hell, who believed in vampires much less the sex slaves and dungeons?
Braelynn unlocked the door. A draft out of nowhere blew small, golden particles straight at Marci and I. Marci shoved me out of the way. My body smacked hard against the wall. The small, petite, role-playing maid packed a powerful lunge. Her body covered mine. A part of me wanted her to be sexually attractive to me. I closed my eyes to get centered once more. Images of Divana orgasming in my arms while up against a wall surfaced in my brain. My eyelids shot open.
“Oh fuck. Braelynn, baby. Speak to me.” Marci stuttered. The small woman jumped off me and raced to the side of her mistress. Tears trickled down her face as she rolled her cheek.
I took in a deep breath. Something burnt my nostrils, mouth, and throat. A coughing spell ensued. “We need your body, now.”
“What? I’m choking here.”
“So, fucking what, she is dying here. Mustard powder is killing her. She needs vampire blood.”
I found myself having to save the very woman who tried to destroy the love of my life. The murderer. Contemplating on what I should do, I searched for Divana’s advice.
“Witch, I need you.”
“Can’t go through with the fornication?”
“Divana, I haven’t had sex with anyone yet.”
“Yet? You’re an asshole.”
“Baby, I am in the middle of a conundrum.”
“You have no right to call me baby. I do believe it is time to kill this telepathic communication portal.”
“Fine. Just know I love you. The only reason, I’d allow my body to be touched by another woman was to save you.”
“What’s your problem?”
“Braelynn’s dying. The only way to save her is to give her my blood.”
“Do it. Ambrose doesn’t need to lose another child right now. He’s going nuts over the thought of his daughter being behind all this.”
“She is, but what I don’t understand is why.”
“Me either. Maddox, save her, and I will be waiting for you to tell me she’s
okay.”
“I love you.”
No response from her alerted me of her hurt. I wanted to kick my own ass for hurting her. The love of my life wasn’t a horrible witch. Hell, she had a heart bigger than most humans I knew.
“Damn it, asshole. You cannot let her just die.”
“Okay,” I screamed. I bit down into my wrist in order to save a life. Red liquid beaded up on the skin. Marci moved to the other side of her lover and held her head up. “Braelynn, you must drink.”
A few drops of my blood landed on her tongue. Several seconds passed which felt like hours. Braelynn’s tongue moved. “That’s it baby, drink the blood of this sexy, male vampire.”
Out of nowhere her arms moved. Braelynn’s hands gripped my wrist. Her sucking excited me. She was a whole lot rougher than Divana, but then again Divana made it feel sexual.
Marci moved back while Braelynn devoured my arm. Brutal force sent pain streaking up my arm and down to the tips of my fingers.
“Oh fuck,” Braelynn screamed while pushing my arm away from her. “You taste like the witch. It is poisonous to us. Haven’t you been taught anything?”
“It hasn’t killed me yet,” I responded. “As a matter of fact, it brought your dead ass back to life.”
“Momentarily,” she snapped.
“Well then, I suggest you go lick a few twats before you die. While you’re at it, choke a chicken and be happy in the afterlife.”
Marci snickered at my come back.
“Why does every one think I need to get a cock stuck in my twat to be happy?” Braelynn hopped up. She yanked me up by the collar and threw me into the room. Marci ran in after me.
“Are you hurt?”
“Luckily, I am a vampire. Healing comes naturally.”
“We will have to see about that,” Braelynn taunted. She strutted into the room with something in her hands. “Now that you have poisoned me, I can do this with pleasure.”
“What are…” The bitch placed a ball gag in my mouth. A citrus flavor teased my tongue. I licked it. Immediately, numbness took over the tips of my tongue.
“See, vampire, none of us are immune to lemon.”
Marci jerked my arm up with ease. A metal ring wrapped around my wrist.
Braelynn ripped my clothes off. They fell into a pile of shredded scrap material on the floor. Nothing was left on me. In a sadistic way, it turned me on. My cock twitched against Marci’s stomach while she straddled me to place my other hand in the wall restraint. Braelynn paced the floor behind Marci holding a hammer and metal stake. Oh shit, she was going to kill me. Better her than Divana when she finds out the tip of my cock is touching another female. I prayed no pre-cum escaped and graced her skin.
“Not much energy there, vampire?” Braelynn nodded at Marci. Of course, Marci moved from in front of me. My heart dropped when Braelynn approached me with the steak pointed straight at me. I closed my eyes tight. Metal pinging against metal scared me. No pain. No warm sensations from blood leaving my body down there.
“Ouch!” I yelled, but it was muffled from the lemon shoved in my mouth. The pain caused shrinkage. My cock retreated faster than a squeamish turtle ducking back into its shell.
“Now, the ugly thing is recoiling back and out of my sight.” Man, Braelynn hated cock. I wondered if she knew how to position her mouth right. Probably not, I assumed. Her nasty ass needed a good coating of semen for sure. “Marci, spread an extra layer of mustard powder on the floor all around the cell. Triple it near the doors and windows. I need real blood now.”
Braelynn stormed out. The maid followed directions perfectly. A breeze from the small hole in the ceiling allowed a small breeze to pick up a few particles. Every place the powder landed, burnt. With a slam of the door, the room went dark and my energy drained from me.
Chapter Eleven
Divana
We drove down a long, country dirt road. I cleared my eyes and looked around. Nothing appeared to be familiar; other than the fact it felt like we passed by the same tree a gazillion times.
“Where are we going?”
“To the spot Brock planned on bringing you that night. You know, to keep you safe and all.”
“He had a secret spot?”
“Yes.”
I stared out the window at the trees whizzing by. The moonlight illuminated the forest floor. Downed logs blocked quick access out in case of an emergency. What the hell had Brock been thinking? Then again, he showed up two nights ago portraying the Grim Reaper. Confusion took over my mind once more.
“Ambrose, why didn’t I know about this place? Being his wife and all?”
“It was going to be a surprise birthday slash baby shower gift. As far as I know, only two people knew about this cabin.”
“Who’s the other one? It better not be Braelynn.”
“Well, I never told her, and the other person would have been him. Brae was his sister, but to my knowledge, I was the only one to know about this heavenly surprise.”
“And I am just now finding out about it?”
“Yes, I had a funny feeling something was off with the witch hunter’s attack. Little did I know, my own daughter was behind it. Divana, I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know, Ambrose, I know.” Rage followed by confusion rattled my brain once more. Keeping Brock safe was important for all of us, but especially Braelynn. When their mother died, Ambrose worked to keep his mind and heart from crashing into ashes for the benefit of the kids. Braelynn and Brock only had each other to lean on for moral support. I entered the picture as a friend to both.
“Maddox. I think I know why Braelynn did what she did.”
“Oh? Now isn’t the time, Ma Belle.”
“What do you mean? You can apologize for me…”
Pain struck my labia. Water dammed up in my eyes. Bile formed in my throat. Holy cow, the pain was making me nauseous. Ambrose picked up on my feelings. He jerked the car over in a make-shift pull-off. “Divana what is happening? You aren’t pregnant, are you?”
“No. Pain. Ball sac area.” My breathing remained labored as the pain reduced to stinging. I sat up only to be forced over once more. Gagging started.
“Get out of my car if you are going to toss your cookies.”
I bolted out the passenger side door. Dry heaves happened, thank goodness. A lemony taste presented itself in my mouth. Maddox. My heart raced while panic sat in. Fighting the sickness from the pain, I glared into the car. A concerned look plastered on Ambrose’s face told he really wasn’t involved. In that very moment, I knew we had to save the man I loved so one day I could carry his child. Time to end the feud between supernatural groups. Humans were a totally different story all together.
“Maddox is in trouble. The situation going on with me is me tuning in to him so strongly.”
“You really do love him, don’t you?” Ambrose motioned for me to get in the car. Once I got settled in the car, he gunned the gas and whipped it around. Instead of going deeper in the woods, I assumed we were returning to the city and bar.
“How did you know?”
“Only one other time in my life have I ever witnessed that twinkle in the eye. My wife when she and I started dating. You have that look.” Ambrose ran over a rock. It flew back and caught the undercarriage causing a thud to be heard and felt. “Something you didn’t have with Brock,” he added.
“Someone is torturing Mads.”
“What do you mean torturing?”
“Pain in the crotch area.” Ambrose’s left hand slid down and covered his genitals.
“No wonder you are so sick. Hell, I am getting sick on my stomach at just the thought.”
“Lemons aren’t vampire’s friends, right?” I asked knowing the answer because my mouth started going numb. Ambrose just nodded. The city limit sign came into view. I was sure we broke a speed record. “The taste keeps popping up.”
The pain ceased. I squirmed around until I was comfy. Closing my eyes, I searched for Maddox’s soul. Nothin
g but more pain. A musty smell took my breath away.
“Divana, I am in trouble. Please know I love you. If you hear me, send me a sign you love me too. Lemon juice via ball gag is choking me. I am trapped…”
“What do you mean you are trapped?”
“Mustard powder around all the entrances.”
“What does mustard powder have to do with it?”
“I believe that is what almost killed Braelynn.”
“Fuck, hold on. By the way, I fucking love you. I will be coming to save you.”
“No, don’t risk your life for me.”
“Too late, we are connected heart and soul. If you die, then I die.”
“Divana, I…I…I just don’t know what to say. I’m supposed to be the one with the muscles coming to save you.”
“Just love me and accept the fact I’m powerful.”
“Ambrose,” I said feeling kind of loopy.
“Divana, what is it?”
“How do you get past mustard powder?”
“Only powerful demons can conjure up a spell in which a dust from mustard seeds hurt and often kills vampires. Why are you asking?”
“Hmm,” I took in several deep breathes. “I think his sire sold him as a slave to a female mistress.”
Ambrose slammed on the brakes. My body flew forward. His strong arm blocked me from hitting the dash. “Fuck, we might be screwed.”
“Yeah that’s normally what happens when you fuck.”
“I’m not playing, Divana.”
“I’ve got to joke around, or I will snap. Cooler heads prevail, but you vampires wouldn’t know about that.”
“Young lady, I haven’t survived for centuries being stupid. I get why you are trying to crack silly jokes, but now isn’t the time. Something else is bothering you. About this mustard powder.”
“Braelynn is involved. Demons? I am getting scared at all the evil…” I lost my train of thought when I remembered Brock’s visit to me. No. The tears wanted to fall, but he didn’t deserve them if he had turned evil. I lost a part of me and him when I miscarried, but if he and this family is so evil maybe it happened for the right reasons. “Brock visited me.” There I finally told someone.
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