“This is my favorite way to kill a woman,” the man said, pushing down on Elena’s chest as he pulled out his enormous cock and lifted her mother’s dress.
Unable to look away, Sabrina closed her eyes. She wished she could cover her ears against her mother’s hysterical sobs while the man raped her. The table scraped rhythmically across the floor as the screams grew ragged and guttural. The man remained silent throughout. Sabrina struggled to not imagine what was happening. Time seemed to stand still as the rape went on and on. Her mother’s noises grew softer, then finally stopped. Sabrina knew her life had extinguished.
The big man turned to her. Feeling released, Sabrina collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face as she bent her head. Her heart was ripped into pieces. Both her parents were dead. She didn’t resist as the man lifted her from the floor. She hung limply in his arms, the will to fight snuffed out like the life in her parents’ bodies. Her last view of the room that had seen so many happy childhood memories was of blood pooling on the floor beneath two broken shapes that no longer resembled her parents.
Chapter Ten
Sabrina pressed her forehead to the cool tile floor, bowing over her folded legs and hugging herself. Her parents were gone! Dead! Murdered by the monster who shoved her into this dark room. Her heart bled for the loss of her beloved family, and her mind rehashed the horrible images of death as she endlessly wondered why she’d been brought to this place.
After murdering her mother, the man...she’d heard someone here call him Khyan...lifted her up like she weighed nothing and shoved her into an SUV. They’d driven south for what felt like an eternity. At one point, they’d left the freeway and sped along a dirt road. Sabrina had simply stared out the window at the barren desert, disconnected from reality and whatever might happen next.
The sun had beat down on her as he first dragged, then carried her into a large house in the middle of nowhere. He’d dumped her into a large bedroom and left, locking the door behind him. Sabrina had collapsed to the floor, sobbing and screaming, beating her hands on the hard tile beneath her. They were now bruised and abraded by the rough texture of the natural stone. She didn’t care. The pain in her hands occasionally, mercifully, distracted her from the pain in her heart.
The door opened without warning and she saw two sets of feet walk in. One pair was clad in sandals, the other in expensive leather shoes. Sabrina waited until they came close, then kicked as hard as she could, hitting the ankles above the sandals. The feet didn’t move, though. She was lifted into the air, coming face to face with Khyan.
“You will learn you cannot affect me, stupid girl,” he growled. She spat at him and he backhanded her, making her fall to the floor once more. She landed hard on one knee, the pain bringing tears to her already burning eyes. But she didn’t make a sound. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure.
“She has spirit,” said the man in the leather shoes. Or at least that was who Sabrina assumed spoke. She hadn’t heard this voice before. It was almost soothing and hypnotic at the same time. She didn’t like it and glared up at the man.
He was in his early forties, tall, with impeccably styled blond hair. He wore a black, button-down shirt and jeans, perfectly pressed with not a hint of lint or wrinkle anywhere. His ice-blue eyes were filled with curiosity, but there was a hardness behind the surface that made her think this was a very dangerous man.
“Stand,” he commanded softly.
Sabrina found herself obeying without thinking about it, which made her mad. She tried to stop herself, but couldn’t. An alarm sounded in her head and she swallowed, fear threatening to overwhelm her grief.
The man reached out and cupped her chin, looking deeply into her eyes. He frowned, turning to Khyan. “Her spirit has already been awakened. What the hell happened?”
Khyan frowned back. “How the fuck should I know?”
The blond man looked back at Sabrina, eyes narrowed in concentration. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t. She struggled against his hold, but his long fingers merely tightened on her chin until it felt as if he would break her jaw. Unbidden by her, thoughts of Chase and the kiss between the two of them came to the forefront of her mind. The man frowned. He released her, and she shuffled back several steps.
He turned to Khyan. “You should have retrieved her sooner. Now she will be more difficult to break. Her heart is awake.”
His words made her smile slightly. Defiance lit a flame in her heart and she lifted her chin, glaring at the two men.
The blond man gave her an icy grin. “I said difficult, not impossible, Sabrina. I do enjoy a challenge, and you will be my triumph.” He arched a brow. “Breaking you will be a pleasure for me and the men in this house.” He stepped closer. “You will be mine to control and use, and the journey to that point will be long and painful. For you. Pleasurable for me.” He tilted his head. “It will happen, I assure you. How long and how painful is up to you, though.” He smiled, eyes lighting with a demented delight. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long, I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He began to unbutton his shirt, and Sabrina stepped back. She glanced at Khyan in horror as he began to undress, as well.
Sabrina remembered what happened to her mother and screamed.
Chapter Eleven
“How was your trip, sir?” Neil asked Vamar as he walked into the house Vamar had purchased in Damian Sinclair’s name just outside the nation’s capital.
“Very productive,” he answered as he handed the big man his suitcase.
“Did you get her?”
Vamar smiled. “Yes. She is at the training house. Safe, but definitely not comfortable.”
Neil’s eyes glittered with an animalistic hunger. “Is she everything you hoped for?”
“I believe she will be more than I hoped for. Although...” Vamar paused, frowning. “Somehow, her Immortality was awakened before Khyan could retrieve her. I couldn’t read her mind to find out how it happened, which is distressing.” She would be very powerful in his care, but he could sense the potential danger to his plans, as well. He and Khyan would have their work cut out for them to break her before she became too strong to control. “It will be done, though. I have no fear of that.” He nodded to Neil. “She is quite delightful. Amazing pussy and body.”
“I look forward to trying her out once you bring her here, sir.”
Deep in thought, Vamar strode down the hallway. Sabrina was almost completely Immortal, though she had no idea. It had not yet blossomed into maturity, but it had been unleashed through the sexual interaction over the last few weeks. The look of surprise in her eyes when she came for the first time had been fulfilling. Seeing them glaze over as her body soared into the golden fireworks of orgasm had been a treat, one he’d not experienced before. In his millennia of life, it was rare to experience something new. He’d never managed to breed such a perfect specimen and keep her alive before. The Elders had always killed them before they matured. They were dangerous, they said, which was true. But they were also powerful. Between her powers and his own, he would rule the world someday. He just needed to be patient. And persistent.
Vamar walked into his sitting room and closed his eyes as he sank into the plush leather chair that had become his favorite since moving into this house five years ago. It was a comfortable room, decorated in rich creams and deep mahogany. The leather furniture was of the highest quality and comfort. The wooden tables were all heavy and expertly carved. If one looked closely, the sexual nature of almost every carving in the house could be seen. But it was subtle, almost subconscious. Exactly as Vamar liked it.
The white marble fireplace, however, was not subtle. The naked male torsos were beautiful to look at, but even more so were the girls impaled on the large cocks thrusting out proudly from the sculpture. One girl, Tiana, who had been with Vamar for quite some time, had her eyes closed and seemed at peace. She shou
ld be, he thought. She spent a lot of time on that cock. Her arms were raised above her head, the ropes around her wrists attached to the almost invisible hook above. Her long blonde hair streamed gracefully down her breasts, which stood out proudly, nipples erect and begging for attention.
The other girl, Steffi, was new and was recovering from an apparently difficult morning. She’d arrived just before Vamar left to see Sabrina and he’d only been with her once before leaving. Neil had taken over her training while Vamar had been gone and it looked like she had finally submitted. Her dark hair was plastered to her cheeks by her tears, her body was bruised and nipples raw.
She was stubborn and had tried to resist Vamar’s instructions on her day of arrival, which she quickly learned was not a good idea.
“Give me your virginity, Steffi,” Vamar said in a low voice, sitting in his chair, erect cock awaiting the girl’s attentions.
Steffi shook her head. Vamar frowned.
“This is your last opportunity, girl,” he growled softly, warning in his eyes. He stroked his stiff cock and stared at the girl, who shook her head again. Vamar grinned and looked at Neil, who stood nearby, and nodded. Neil picked up Steffi, spread her legs apart, and thrust her down upon Vamar’s cock with one hard push. Steffi screamed and tried to escape, but Neil held her down. Vamar closed his eyes and relished in the feel of the tight channel pulsing around his hard cock. This was his favorite moment with a new girl. Being the first inside her body, taking her for himself. Normally, the girls were so scared, they would do as he commanded and timidly sit down on his enormous cock. They would cry and beg to be able to stop, but he would not allow it. They would submit and impale themselves, causing themselves pain, giving joy to Vamar.
Vamar grabbed hold of the girl’s nipples and pinched hard, causing the girl to squeal. She pushed against him, but he held tight, allowing Neil to back away slightly and prepare himself. Difficult girls gave Vamar an excuse to be as cruel as he wanted. Not that he necessarily needed an excuse, but most of the time, he tried to present himself as refined, above the need to torture and abuse. It was more fun to fuck with their minds than their bodies. Bodies healed. Minds usually didn’t. Being kind to them, speaking soft words as he caused immense amounts of pain was his favorite activity.
When Neil removed his pants, Vamar pulled Steffi forward, eliciting a groan. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as Neil began to push his way into her ass. Steffi screamed and tried to escape the painful intrusion, but Vamar held on and stroked her hair as Neil unceremoniously ripped into her body. Vamar groaned in pleasure as the other man’s cock pushed against his own, tightening the already snug opening.
“If you had only listened, little one,” Vamar said, stroking the girl’s back. “You would not be in so much pain right now. In fact, you would most likely be enjoying yourself. But since you are so stubborn, you will not feel any pleasure today.”
He nodded at Neil. The large man’s eyes lit up with excitement as he began to plunder the poor girl’s backside. Vamar let Neil do all the work and closed his eyes, relishing in the girl’s screams. As the pounding continued, the screams became softer. Vamar’s chest was wet with her tears, and he felt more alive than he had in a long time.
A knock at the doorway to the room yanked Vamar from his reverie. Lia, his sister, stood there.
Damian’s sister, he reminded himself. Not mine.
“What?” Vamar growled, annoyed to be pulled from a wonderful daydream.
“Father is here,” she said with a nervous hitch in her voice.
“He is not my father,” he snarled. “He would do well to remember that once in a while.”
Lia bowed her head and clasped her hands in front of her as Vamar stood. “Get the nipple clamps, put them on Steffi, and attach the loose end to the ropes on her wrist,” he said as he walked toward Lia. “Then clamp her clit and start stretching it. It’s far too small.”
Vamar liked prominent clits on his girls. A vulnerable area easily accessed. He didn’t like hunting for the spot he loved to tease and torment.
“Yes, my lord,” Lia said softly and hurried away.
Chapter Twelve
Vamar strode through the house and to the marble front entrance where Albert Sinclair waited. Albert grinned as Vamar approached. Vamar stopped far enough away to avoid the hug Albert always seemed to want to bestow upon him. His grandiose affectionate gestures grated on him. Vamar had tried to be respectful of the position Albert had maintained in his organization, but he was done. Albert had taken his respect as a license to do as he pleased. Vamar had finally reached the point where he no longer needed the man and it was time to deal with him.
“Damian, you look well,” Albert said with a broad grin on his face.
“Thank you,” Vamar said, careful to keep his face impassive at the informal greeting. “Come. I have something to show you.”
Vamar turned on his heel and walked back into the recesses of the house. He knew the older man would follow. Vamar walked into the grand ballroom, which was empty, save for the sculptures recently installed.
“What are these?” Albert asked, curiosity mixed with disgust on his face. “Are you gay?”
Ten life-like stone statues of kneeling men, naked with prominent cocks, were positioned around the room. At one end knelt an even larger statue in front of another one of a standing man.
Vamar frowned. “I prefer women, but we all play both sides, Albert. You know this.”
Albert scoffed. “Then why do you have so many sculptures of men?”
“You know how I use my fireplace?” Albert nodded. “This is for similar decoration during my parties.” Vamar turned toward the side of the room. “Lia!” he called. A moment later, his “sister” appeared in the doorway. “Did you do as I asked?”
Lia nodded. “Yes, my lord.”
“Good. Undress.”
Without hesitation, Lia pulled the thin dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her pale skin was flawless, pink nipples stiff. Vamar had played with them so much, they were in that condition permanently.
“Show Albert the purpose of the statues.”
Lia walked to the nearest statue, turned to face the men as she straddled it, and slowly lowered herself onto the cock. It was very large and stretched her pussy lips to the extreme, making Vamar’s dick stir in his jeans. She winced slightly as she stretched her arms above her head and placed her hands behind the head of the statue. Vamar walked over and kicked her feet back until her entire weight rested on the cock. He caressed her breasts for a moment, pinching the nipples hard and making her gasp.
Albert cleared his throat, and Vamar saw the bulge in his pants.
“That is exactly why I have them,” Vamar explained, nodding toward the other man’s hardened cock. “Decoration.”
“I don’t think our guests will approve of naked girls at the parties.”
“Our guests?” Vamar repeated. “This is my house. My guests.”
“Only because I have helped you into this position.”
A flash of rage flooded through Vamar’s body at Albert’s arrogant words, but he tamped it down. He had a plan of how to deal with the man who refused to accept his new position. “I have something else to show you.”
Vamar walked to the side of the room and opened a wooden door. He walked down the stairs, listening for Albert’s footsteps behind him, which came a moment later. Albert was always curious.
At the bottom of the stairs was a dimly lit room full of leather chairs and tables. This was the meeting place for the invited ones. The doors around the room led to various rooms of fun and pleasure, depending on the desires of whomever Vamar was with. Rooms of pleasure, rooms of pain, rooms of unspeakable delight for those with particular tastes.
Vamar opened one door and motioned for Albert to go through. Inside was a leather chair and a stat
ue of a kneeling woman with her mouth open. “This is one of my newest acquisitions. It’s quite delightful.”
Albert walked around it, then touched the top of the head. “What is it?”
Vamar laughed. “It gives the most intense oral sex I’ve ever received.” He settled into the chair. “Try it out.”
Albert grinned and unzipped his pants. His hardened cock sprang out and he groaned as he inserted it into the awaiting mouth. “Oh, wow...”
Vamar knew the intense pleasure Albert was feeling. He also knew the secrets of this particular machine. From inside a hidden pocket of his chair, Vamar pulled out a remote and pushed a button. Albert yelped and tried to pull away.
“I wouldn’t do that, unless you want to rip your dick apart.”
Albert froze and gave Vamar his full attention. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Vamar stood and walked over to pet the top of the statue’s head. Albert, shaking, was in to the hilt. “Not only does this machine give amazing blow jobs, it also does other things.” Vamar pushed another button and Albert let out a loud cry. “That was a sharp pin driving itself into your dick.” Albert yowled and grabbed hold of the head. “And that was several others piercing into your flesh.”
Tears filled the older man’s eyes as he stared at Vamar. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked in a squeaky voice.
Vamar settled back down in his chair. “I understand you met with the senator today.”
Albert looked startled. Vamar tilted his head. “Yes, well, I thought-”
“You thought?” Vamar asked in a soft voice tinged with anger. “You do not interact with elected officials unless I have first spoken to them. They are the domain of the Elders. I must be ensured of their loyalty before anyone from our organization speaks with them or else risk being exposed.” Vamar growled. “How dare you go around me!”
Albert lifted his chin. “I was doing what I felt was the right thing to do.”
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