Ariel's Desire: A Novel of Vampirism and Submission

by Candace Smith

  "Stop it! I'm not kidding, Lucien," Ariel snapped at him.

  He did stop, for a second, then found a nipple ring and twisted it painfully.

  "Ow! Ouch!" Ariel bawled.

  " Don't you ever presume to order me, Ariel," he said in a chilling voice.

  It caught her totally off balance. She thought things were going well. She was even starting to relax and look forward to this. Now she was completely aware that she was his captive, his victim, not an equal.

  "I'm sorry, Lucien," she mumbled.

  He twisted harder, squeezing her nipple tightly.

  "I said I was sorry, oowww. Lucien, stop. You're hurting me," she wailed.

  It felt like he was ripping the ring out of her nipple. "Geee, Oooww, Please!" she sobbed.

  Not relieving the strain on her peaked nub, he said coldly, "What did you call me?"

  That was it. That was what was wrong. "Sir." she gasped. "I'm sorry, sir."

  He didn't let go, but he lightened his touch. "You assume too much. This is only an equal relationship in that I have desires and you will satisfy them. My desires will be met. If it pleases me for you to cum, you will do so." He spoke in a demanding voice. "Get yourself back into position. Now."

  She hesitated and again he tortured her sore nipple. "Yes, sir," she said gritting her teeth in pain. She slid forward again in the saddle. He didn't follow her.

  "Lean back against me," he ordered.

  She began to cry miserably. How had this happened? It's like the first day, all over again. She leaned back. "Yes, sir," she said, her voice hitching.

  He opened her shirt fully and it flapped softly against his sides. "Use your hands on your breasts, on your pussy. Make yourself cum."

  She was mortified! "I can't … Oooowww!" she sobbed as he wrenched her nipple again.

  "That's not the correct response!" he snapped.

  "Yyyyess, sssiirr." she quivered.

  Her shaking hands started moving along her body. She cupped her breasts and ran her fingers across the nipple he wasn't grasping. She was so unhappy, so scared. She knew this wasn't going to work. She was exhausted and as un-aroused as she'd ever been, before she met Lucien. As frightened as she was of him right now she knew he could turn her feelings around, bring her passion and desire to the surface. She decided to take the chance. There was no other option.

  "Lucien?" She tried to form her words carefully, beginning to shake with fear if she angered him more. "Sir, I want to do as you ask but I need you. I don't feel anything without you. Please, sir, help me," she begged and hoped it would be enough to appease him.

  "You want me to help you cum, Ariel? Is that what you want? Tell me," he said calmly.

  "Yes, sir." She was very uncomfortable. "I want you to ... I need you to help me cum."

  Lucien was satisfied with her response. He realized she would easily slip into a far more familiar relationship than he wanted if he allowed her too many liberties. He needed a submissive partner. It was the only way his kind could have their strong, sexual nature satisfied. He needed to hear her admit, to tell him how he made her feel. The red haze of his anticipation pulsed in his eyes at the thought of humiliating her while she was mindless with passion.

  His hands helped position her in the saddle while his lips caressed her neck. Now that he had fed from her, attention to the pulse on her throat or her groin, where he had drank from their first night together, would produce the same arousal in her as if he had been ministering to her clit. He looked forward to claiming many such spots.

  As Lucien's lips softly brushed her neck, lightly stroking the pulse with his tongue, her pussy convulsed with a quick shudder, releasing her heated fluids. He whispered in her ear, "What are you feeling? Tell me."

  Ariel didn't talk this way. She was inexperienced before she dated Mike and he never cared how she felt, or even if she felt. It embarrassed her to say the words.

  "Tell me," he whispered again.

  "Good. Very good, sir." she tried.

  "Tell me how your pussy feels. Tell me what it's doing."

  Ariel squirmed uncomfortably. "It's, it's getting wet." she tried again.

  "How? What's making your fluid leak into your slit?" he went on.

  "Lucien, I…"

  He stopped her words. "Is your pussy getting hot, tightening?" he helped her.

  "Yes, sir. I can feel the muscles squeezing," she murmured uncomfortably.

  "What muscles, Ariel? Tell me where," he demanded quietly.

  "In my, my pussy sir," she admitted, distressed at how he was demanding she respond to him, both in body and words.

  He could feel her agitation and knew he had pushed her far enough. She had earned her reward. He wrapped an arm over the top of her chest, pulling her close. As he kissed and sucked her throat, his hand played the hard bulb at the peak of the uninjured nipple. Her arms reached up and her hands gripped his forearm.

  His other hand went to her labia, parting the lips for the clit-strip then he placed his hand behind her, furthering her motion toward the agonizing torment, rocking her with his strength and controlling the action.

  With the stimulation of her clitoris and her throat, she reached a wrenching pinnacle, sobbing as her body wracked through its release, defeated.

  He continued to bind her to him until she relaxed. Kissing her on the cheek beside her lips, "You are mine!" he hissed, eyes glowing softly.

  They rode for a while in silence. After several minutes, Ariel asked him, "Lucien, why don't you ever try to, um, why haven't you…" embarrassed, she searched for the right words to ask him. Maybe Vampires can't, she wondered.

  "I will bury my cock in you. All parts of you. When I have my release, it will be such a powerful surge you will cry out for me. It must wait until we're home. Such distractions on the trip are dangerous," he answered.

  She shivered a little and was silent after that.

  When they reached the pass, Ariel was petrified. The trail was only four feet wide and she couldn't see to the bottom of the drop-off in the darkness. Lucien tucked her head into his shoulder. "We have never had an accident, Ariel. It will be fine. I'll let you know when we're across," he reassured her.

  Toward the back of the group of travelers, Ed froze. Paul stood beside him guarding the ledge. Dave walked around in front of him and hugged him tightly, burying Ed's head in his broad chest. "It's okay, nothing's going to happen. We'll stay right here until the Slave-master gets here. It's okay," he said squeezing harder. He moved him against the wall and Paul stood beside him so the other horses and men could get by.

  Ed was so ashamed. His feet wouldn't move and he felt like he was going to fall until Dave hid his eyes from the terror. He felt his arms go around the big man's waist, silently pleading with him not to let him go.

  "I've got you. I won't let you go. Calm down." Dave kept murmuring reassurances into Ed's thinning hair.

  Mike approached them and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Playing along, he said, "Ed, it's okay. Dave's got you and the Slave-master's right behind me."

  Mike walked around and stood on the other side of Paul. The Slave-master dismounted. He realized Ed was even more terrified then he expected. He decided he'd better blindfold him. He didn't want him panicking on the horse at such a precarious position on the pass.

  He walked up to the embracing men removing the kerchief around his neck.

  "Dave, you're going to have to carry his pack." Dave was thrilled to be able to help his partner. "Ed, I'm going to cover your eyes. I need to have you stay as calm as you can on the horse. Dave will be right in front of us," the Slave-master said in a quiet, sure tone.

  Ed jerked at the touch of the blind-fold and began leaking tears. He felt awful. What kind of man was he? His entire body locked against the football player, desperate that he not let go. He felt Dave loosen the embrace as he began to remove Ed's pack and he tried to cling tighter to the safety Dave provided.

  "Ed, I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Dave
said in such a gentle way, it surprised the Slave-master he could make such a sound. Dave guided Ed to the outside ledge so he would be mounting toward the wall as Ethan had indicated.

  The Slave-master mounted first and reached down. "Ed hold up your arms. You'll feel the Slave-master reaching down for you," Dave instructed.

  Ed, with the security of Dave pressed against his back, lifted his hands until they connected with the big man's grasp. Dave kept pressed up behind his little man, helping him as he was lifted up into the saddle in front of the Slave-master.

  Fear of the heights and fear of the Slave-master were paralyzing the young man. The Slave-master put a secure arm around Ed's waist. "Lean back. It'll keep the vertigo down some. It's gonna' take about thirty minutes to cross. I'll let you know when we're over. Dave's going to be right in front of us. Try not to make any sudden moves. My horse is very well trained, Ed. He never spooks. He's got a sure, strong step. You'll be fine, son," he said in a steady voice.

  "Mike, you walk ahead with Dave and Paul. I'll be right behind you. How's the foot doing?" inquired the Slave-master.

  Mike lifted his leg and looked at it. "Stopped bleeding, sir. Aches like a bitch but I'll make it, Slave-master."

  "Let's go then." The men started walking with the horse following behind, slowly catching up to the rest of the group.

  Ariel lifted her head from the security of Lucien's shoulder where she had dozed off. The path was wider and flat, not at an incline anymore. They rounded a corner and there was a large clearing facing a sheer, high rock wall.

  They had been riding for hours. She was grateful when Lucien helped her down from the horse as they reached the wide area. She stretched her legs and re-buttoned her shirt while they waited for the rest of their group to drift in. After Justin and Shawna there was a little wait until Mike, Paul, Dave and the Slave-master rounded the corner on the cliff. The Slave-master had thoughtfully removed Ed's blindfold before they came around the corner to save him from further discomfort with the others.

  The Slave-master smiled and said, "Almost home!" as Dave helped Ed to the ground.

  The captives stared at the solid rock wall they were facing.

  CHAPTER 11

  ON THE OTHER SIDE

  Allen and Doug stared at the solid rock barricade. "Almost home? I thought this settlement was in some kind of valley." Allen said suspiciously.

  "Don't know. They are Vampires. I guess caves make sense," Doug replied, moving toward the wall.

  "I don't want to live in a cave for the rest of my life," Allen groaned desperately.

  "Ya', well, yesterday you weren't getting all hard thinking about your dick in my mouth either asshole," Doug miserably answered. "Shit changes. Not always for the better."

  Allen didn't know Doug had noticed that whenever they spoke or were near each other, he started getting an erection. Thanks a lot, Justin. Big help.

  Doug sensed what was going through his friend's mind. "Get over it, Allen. Let's see if we can find out what's going on." Doug ended his futile exploration of the rock face and walked toward the rest of the group.

  "Lucien, I don't understand. We're trapped." Ariel was once more getting comfortable with her status with him.

  "No, we're going to the other side. We have a few minutes to let the guys rest. The walk up the cliffs is hard. "Slave-master, redistribute the packs Paul and Zippo were carrying. They've earned their reward," Lucian called to the man.

  By the time this was finished, there was the faint hint of dawn in the sky. "Time to move out," Lucien declared.

  The riders remounted their large horses with the women secured in place. Lucien led, riding to the left corner of the wall where it joined another cliff at an angle. Ariel was amazed at the optical illusion of solid rock that completely hid the small passageway.

  It was a narrow trail of rock surrounding them on the sides, top and floor for about twenty yards. It opened up slightly after that, but they were still completely buried in the mountain. Ariel was feeling slightly claustrophobic riding in complete darkness. The Vampires, of course, could see fine and kept the men on foot moving.

  Even though the Slave-master riding at the rear of the column couldn't see, he knew the only direction to follow would lead them to a huge cavern. After an indeterminable length of time they were finally told to stop.

  Justin helped Shawna dismount and told her not to move and keep her hand on the stirrup of the saddle. Nervously, she heard him move off. A few minutes later the cavern was being lit by fire in a pit in the center of the huge cavern.

  After the mortals could see the rest of the riders dismounted. The packs were stacked along one wall and the horses were led to an area to the side where they could reach the water from a cool, clear pool being filled by water falling off a ledge overhead. The pool emptied into a stream that meandered off into the darkness.

  Dave was told to unsaddle the horses. They were so well trained they didn't move when the bits and reins were laid to the side on the packs they had been carrying. After he finished he walked back over to where Ed was sitting, talking to Allen and Doug. Mike was sitting off to the side.

  "Ed, you doing alright now?" Dave sat down so closely next to him their thighs were touching. Ed gave a dismayed look to Allen and Doug.

  Nathan glanced at the men and with a little push, Doug scooted closer to Allen. Allen felt his cock start to stir pleasantly and silently thanked Justin for the push, one that hadn't actually been delivered. Unknowingly, he was already responding to the journalist without the Vampires' help.

  The Vampires would never tell the men when the acts became natural to them. Over the years they would accept their relationships were not the result of influence. It was easier for the men to think they were still being coerced into being together for now.

  "Dave, thanks for looking out for me. I've just never been able to do heights. Guess that's why I was made short." Ed gave a weak smile and looked down at his lap, his limp penis resting loosely on his thigh, ashamed with himself.

  "You are so covered, little guy," stated Dave, with a gentle hug. "I gotta' go see if Ethan's going to need me tonight."

  Ed didn't know how he should feel. Happy with the reprieve from Dave's affection or anxious if the Slave-master did indeed need Dave for an unknown torture for them.

  Lucien did not agree with the Slave-master's acceptance of Mike's 'epiphany'. Part of him wished it wasn't true so he could look forward to 'correcting' Mike for further outbursts. He enjoyed tormenting him and felt completely justified because of the way he treated Ariel. Staring at Mike, he could see the man was taking in the conversation his former friends were having.

  They're mine, now. You aren't going to get any help from them. Mike, feeling Lucien's stare, met the Vampire's eyes. He immediately looked down in what he thought would appear to be a subservient manner.

  Bullshit, Mike. I've been playing this game a lot longer than you have. Lucien smiled, pleased he had more to anticipate on the journey. He wouldn't break him completely. He'd save some of the fun for Wind Seeker. Lucien was fascinated with the training methods the Indians used. He had incorporated several into his own repertoire of pleasures.

  Ariel was, as always, on his lap. She was wearily watching the dancing of the flames on the uneven surface of the rocky walls waiting for supper. Her mind was reeling with all that had happened in the past few days. Her body was exhausted from the orgasms and punishments she had been almost continuously assaulted with since the abduction.

  She realized they would never be rescued. No one would be able to follow the disguised trail they had taken. Ariel could not possibly remember the way back. Now, she was trying to come to terms with the situation. Lucien, always near, was idly rubbing a thumb over the nipple of a cupped breast through her shirt. Her weariness dulled her fear.

  Nathan walked over to Allen and Doug. A small push had Doug reaching over for Allen's willing hand. "How you guys doing?"

  "We were wondering, sir," Dou
g began, "is this where you live? In the caves I mean."

  Nathan smiled, "You mean like bats?" he laughed. "No. We'll rest here for a few hours. The trip up the mountain is taxing and we don't want anyone unduly strained. It's about an hour until we come out on the other side." Doug was stroking Allen's erection absent-mindedly. Allen's eyes were closed, a smile of pleasure on his parted lips. "Then it's a couple more days to the settlement. The traveling will be much easier for you." Nathan wandered off leaving Doug with a push of comfort and passion. Justin looked over at the scene and decided Allen didn't need his help.

  Mike didn't realize Lucien and the Slave-master caught his look of disgust at his friends. No way in hell could these bastards get him to do a guy.

  The Slave-master told Dave to come with him while he talked to Lucien. He ignored Ariel as he said, "Okay. I was wrong. The little prick's still scheming. I'll keep a close eye on him. Dave will help." Dave nodded vigorously in agreement. Mike was pissing Dave off. Why couldn't he just try to get along?

  "I don't know what he thinks he can do. No one's going to help him. An escape attempt at this point is unlikely. He's got to realize by now it won't work," said Ethan.

  "Yeah, I've been watching him. He's trying to act like a meek little puppet. His eyes give him away though. I'm thinking about just letting Wind Seeker deal with him. He'd probably thank me," Lucien said. "Dave, Ed looks lonely. Today was so hard on him. Why don't you go keep him company?" A minor push sent an agitated Dave almost sprinting to Ed.

  "He doesn't need me. They want us to rest." Dave pulled Ed onto his lap and started rubbing the back of his neck, angry with himself that he'd let his little man be upset. Ed leaned back into him, resigned.

  "Looks like he's holding a porcelain doll. Ed doesn't seem to be fighting him too much, though. It was a good match, Ethan. How's Dave doing?" Lucien asked.

  "I'm leaving him alone. Probably until we reach the settlement, unless Mike lets us have some fun. I want his pairing with Ed solid so he doesn't have to get his mind around too many changes at once. He'll be fine, Lucien. I can tell this makes him feel important. He really believes it's his responsibility to look after his friends. For their own good, of course," the Slave-master added. "It's possible Ed will begin to encourage the big guy. He may view partner to the new Slave-master as an increase in status for himself, as well. I can sense Ed feels inferior. The young man's smart enough to realize his studies are worthless now, and his size doesn't help."