“Fear me bitch!” He whispers almost desperately as he pulls off her wet panties.
She’s pleased that he’s angry and laughs at his desperate threats but is trapped by her own desires and begs for her release. She gasps at his strength and obeys his command, smiling through his actions and getting wetter from each slap. He pulls her onto her knees and presses her head against the back window. He wipes his mouth again, for the bleeding will not stop and forces his cock into her. Her gasps as her body satiates his hunger for flesh. Cameron pounds her with all his strength, sweating and moaning profusely.
She moans, screaming his name and meets his thrusts with power and speed. She digs her nails into his back, and the pain causes him to thrust harder. She laughs at his anger as her teeth appear, she bites his neck and hears him moan. She trembles in his arms and is pleased to be submissive to this powerful mortal. Cameron pounds her harder, in pain and confusion. The blood he has lost and the energies being drained by this awesome dark creature have weakened him. He screams as he cum’s inside of her. His instinct would be to grab his crowbar and finish her. But today is different, and he falls to the mattress, scared and powerless to take his weapon. He realizes the danger he is but is too weak to move.
She whispers into his ear, “It will all be over soon.”
She pounds him back with urgency and pleasantly takes him inside her as he moans. She looks him in the eyes as his body lies powerless on the stained mattress. She smiles her evil grin and straddles his shaking body running her nails down his chest. She looks into her glowing eyes and he breathes heavily in fear wondering what will become of him. Belladonna smiles to show her fangs and Cameron’s confusion engulfs his body and mind. His body covered in sweat and smeared blood, and his mind broken, he felt absolute fear.
His pride no more, he begs her, “Please.” He gasps, “Please spare me.” Trailing her nails down Cameron’s chest, she laughs at his request. Her fangs making him tremble and she can read the fear from his mind.
“Why should I spare you? I’ve followed you for years waiting for this moment. Watching your sins and tempting myself to feel your presence within me.” He continues to shake, not sure what will happen to his life, will he be spared or will he be her next victim?
“Please.” Visibly shaken, his strength now completely vanished, his imaginary power gone.
“Please.” He stutters, “Don’t hurt me. I, I, I’ll do anything baby.” Tears forming in his eyes, “Please don’t. I beg you.”
She grabs his hand and places it to her mouth. Kissing it she asks if he wants to join her on the path of immortality. The only other choice is death. She bites his wrist and drinks slowly to give him time to decide. He’s still inside her but for once sex is not the first thing on his mind.
“Please, leave me alone. Please.” He begs. “I want to live.” As she drinks his blood, pondering his fate, he slowly and quietly reaches for the crowbar…
“Tsk, tsk silly boy, I can read your thoughts before you even possess them.” She smiled deviously licking Cameron’s iron elixir from her blood soaked fingertips.
She continued, “So have you decided either eternal life? To be my mortal slave? Or do you wish to atone for all of the devilishly fun things you’ve done in this one?” Belladonna traces a line of blood with her nails from his neck to his groin.
“Remember young one, I can’t be killed.” She laughs with her evil grin of satisfaction.
Desperate, he slams his crowbar into her face. Naked and almost covered in blood, he rips open the van’s door. He jumps out but alas he is too weak to run. He falls in the dirt and tries to desperately crawl away.
She laughs pleasantly as the cold crowbar against her face was more pleasurable than painful. Belladonna liked Cameron’s determination. She jumped out of the van and turned his naked body over and straddled his groin. She kissed the tears from his face and felt the anger from his soul.
She laughed and said, “I shall give you one chance to make up your mind. Here you should have one of these while I wait for your decision.”
Belladonna places a cigarette between his full parted lips and lights it for him.
“Either way I shall get what I want, so you better make your decision soon, your pulse is weakening and you haven’t much time till my hunger urges my natural instincts.”
She runs her hand down his jaw and smiles, “Such a beautiful creature, a shame to see you go to waste.”
“Please,” He pleads. “I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything, don’t kill me.” He coughs. “I need to live.”
“You have three options. One, to be my eternal companion who can fuck and kill as many people as he wants for all eternity. Two, to die a slow painless death in my arms as I drink your soul and elixir. Or three, you can be my mortal slave, keep your life, and bring me victims for the both of us until you die.”
She straddles his body and whispers, “Not to worry my pet, I know you’ll make the right decision.” She feeds off his exposed chest and tells him to be prompt, that the pulse is slowing and she needs to feed. Her eyes glowing green he tires from loss of blood.
“I want to live!” Cameron yells in pain. “I will be your slave, just let me live!” tears run down his face.
Belladonna smiles solemnly. “Not what I wanted to hear, would rather feed off the living with you for eternity.” She whispers kissing the tears from his face. Leaning down towards him, her lips upon his earlobe, “Good boy. You have pleased me like no other and for that I shall grant you the gift of mortality.”
She cuts her wrist with her long nail and holds it to his lips. “Drink, the blood will make you well again. I haven’t drained you completely so you shall be mortal still my dear boy.”
He grabs her wrist and feeds off of it with every ounce of strength he has left. She smiles and stroked his hair, “You learned a valuable lesson, and it only cost you your mortal soul.”
Cameron drinks and feels his strength return. He lets go of her arm. Naked, full of scratches, cuts and blood. Dirt sticking to his sweat drenched body, with a vampire sitting on top of him. “Thank you for sparing me.” He makes another request: “Could you please hand me another cigarette?”
She smiles and grants him another, “So pleased you made the right decision, I promise your life will be better because of it.” Belladonna stands above his naked body with a grin of satisfaction.
She trails the van and tosses him his clothes. “Here you’re going to need these, the night has only begun and I need you clothed for the things I have planned, well most of them anyway.” She laughs and waits for her blood to return his strength, little did he know that it would make him stronger and craftier to do the things he loved the most, kill vulnerable girls.
Cameron puts on his clothes. “What a mind fuck.” He thinks to himself, eyeing his new master’s ass. “What now?” He asks as he buttons his last shirt button.
She offers him her hand and helps him up. Looking at him covered in dirt is quite appealing. Belladonna grins and pulls him to his feet, her green eyes glowing fluorescently.
“I’ve followed you for years now, watching you take girls physically and mentally. You have a strong taste for blood and power; with me you will have plenty of victims to get your thrills.”
She continued, “All that I ask is that you bring me victims and allow me to tempt your body when I please. Follow my rules and your life shall be spared.” Peering deeply into his eyes she loves that he’s angered by this, “Follow me, young one. You have much to learn about death.”
“Follow my rules and you shall be spared, my ass.” He thinks to himself, yet he knows he is in no position to argue. For the time being at his new master’s mercy, perhaps the time will come when he can flip the table.
She’ll slip up sometime. He thinks, perhaps in vain. Until then he shall be wise to serve her. After all, he knows that sticking togeth
er will both keep him alive and allow him to pursue his twisted passion for preying on girls. “What now?” Cameron asks.
She’s pleased that he has such determination to kill and control her. The thought of him taking lives as she watches turns on the erotic charge within her body. “Come with me, I shall give you a feast of innocent girls, and the world will eat out of the palm of your hands. You shall rule this world and all the women shall be yours for the taking.” They walked backed towards the mausoleum and she discusses their contract.
Nervous, and feeling awkward in the mausoleum, he stammers: “Well tell me what to do Mistress, I haven’t much choice in this matter. You want me to get you a girl now or can I have a nap? When will you feed me more of your sweet blood?” His gaze dropping to her beautiful breasts, yet he quickly raises them again for fear of angering his mistress.
Pleased by his carnal desires, she smiles her evil grin as she sees where his eyes fall too. “This is my resting place. You shall sleep here tonight and I shall bring a girl to you by dawn.” She pulls him towards her and whispers in his ear, “My blood is yours all you need to do is ask, I know you crave it as much as I do. Quench your hunger and your desires. I am yours till we no longer need each other anymore.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he bites her hand and hungrily drinks. He drops to the floor after drinking his fill. His body filled with her essence. He licks his lips and after a long weird day he closes his eyes and loses consciousness. If only he knew that by drinking he was slowly taking his mortal life. His mortal eyes were already beginning to glow and she placed his body into her coffin. She whispered an ancient chant into his ear and he dreamt only of blood, sex and her. She smiled as she saw the thoughts that raced through his subconscious. She left to find a beautiful girl for him to please and kill.
He awakens in the cool tomb. Completely confused he looks about. “Where did that crazy bitch go? Damn I’m out of smokes.” He frantically tries to think of a way to change the power situation. He is furious at his hopeless position. He paces around the inside of the mausoleum, making fists and cursing under his breath. He wants her to feel pain, he wants her to fear him, he wants her to suffer for his humiliation. Don’t worry. He tells himself. I’ll figure something out. Just play dumb for now. He kicks over some candles in his impotent rage.
Dawn approaches and she brings a delicious girl to her crypt. Belladonna pushes the wall open and brings her in as she looks into her eyes filled with confusion. “You said you were pure of body and wanted to change that. Go to him. He will complete your desires.”
She sends a thought to his mind, Take her. She’s all yours. Untainted and naïve just the way you like them. He wasn’t sure what to do but he took her hand as she trembled. His mind instantly forgets all his hatred for his mistress as he looks at the helpless girl. He grabs her breast ad she recoils. He grabs her and presses her weak body against the altar. She yells in fear and smiles. Cameron leaning over the alter pins her arms back behind her head. He takes off his belt and drops his pants. He looks over towards his mistress, pulling down her pants before he chooses to ignore her.
She watches with satisfaction. She grins evilly as his body snatches her innocence and takes away the purity of her soul. The girl cries in fear, his mistress laughs, “Once you finish her off you shall receive your true reward.” She watches and eagerly waits to watch his killer instincts kick in. He fucks her from behind. Over and over, harder and harder. He knows he will soon be finished. He takes his belt and wraps it around her neck and tightens with every thrust.
She is pleased with his actions and wonders when he will try to kill her that way. Belladonna smiles and laughs, knowing that his anger burns inside that he wants to kill his mistress. His mistress is two steps ahead of him but still yearns to give him more strength from her crimson elixir. She knows it will end in her demise but she is pleased in seeing him satisfied with the kill.
The girl goes limp. He pulls out of her and drops her to the floor. He snarl’s, turns his head and stares at her in his frenzy; showing his teeth in a menacing gesture. She laughs with pleasure his anger pleasing her, “Take what you want, I shall not deny you of your twisted desires, but I must warn you, I always know what you ponder in the darkest part of your soul. You’re mine. As soon as you understand that your anger will diminish.”
I will never belong to that bitch. He thinks to himself. She will beg me for mercy. He vows, and I won’t spare her. She will pay for humiliating me so. When she least expects it. He opens his mouth: “Yes Mistress.”
“Stupid boy. I know what your thoughts shade your mind and you shall only dispose of me at my time. Thought you’d catch on.” She laughs and pulls him towards her with her strength. Her teeth protrude and quickly she drains him near to death. “Maybe that will take the fight out of you. If not you shall pay with your soul. I will make you mine for eternity if you don’t learn from your mistakes.” She drops him to the floor and he drifts into a catatonic state. Cameron can’t speak, he is so weak again. Belladonna once again places him in her coffin, “We shall sleep now. You will not be able to move until I again infuse your cells.” She kisses his lips and laughs as she lies next to him and they fall asleep entombed.
Cameron awakens to a dark tomb. Unable to move, once again he is overcome with fear. Forgive me Mistress. He thinks.
She knows that he still has fight in him. She finally gives him all her strength. She cuts her wrist and feeds him, they are equal now. Will she live to regret this or will he use his strength to help the both of them thrive?
Cameron is terrified. He knows not his own strength, he only knows that his mistress is cruel and will not tolerate any back talk. Even back thinking from him. He falls to the floor.
“Please forgive me mistress, I will do as you say. I have learned my lesson.” His eyes to the floor, he wonders if his fate is sealed by this beautiful yet terrible creature.
“We are now equals my love. We shall rule the world together. Or you can dispose of me if you wish, you are no longer my slave. I am yours to take now and only you have the power to dispose of me.” She smiles and runs her fingers down his jawline, “I know you shall choose wisely. To have such strength alone is quite…lonely.” She pulls him to his feet and pierces her tongue as she forces it into his mouth. He drinks once again from this immortal fountain.
Cameron draws back. Is it true? Did this creature really give him the strength to dispose of her? He wonders. He licks the blood from his lips. Is this a foul trick? Will she punish him if he angers her again? Afraid and suspiciously he eyes her, I cannot trust her. Could she really have put herself in such a weak position? He curiously runs his hand along her face, lips, neck, breasts, waist and ass. Probing her reaction.
She pulls him close to her. Belladonna’s body reacts to his touch like a moth to a flame. She pulls him close and sighs, “Such a good one, I chose this time. I know what your thoughts have shown and yes you are my equal, I trust that you shall use it to your advantage.” She offers her neck and closes her eyes to see what will become of her.
Cameron begins to softly kiss her neck. Confused as never before, yet with each kiss his fear diminishes. He holds her firmly and for a moment he ponders biting her neck and draining her blood and having his revenge. He knows now that she knows all his thoughts. He clenches her hair, pulls her head for her eyes to meet his. He needs to see her eyes emotion. Is she afraid? Is this really no ruse? He lick’s his lips and pulls her head closer, peering into her eyes deeper than he ever has before.
She returns his stare with a sociopathic glance, no guilt, no shame, no emotion. Her eyes glow brightly green and he is fear stricken to see this so close to his face. “I am at your disposal if you wish to have your revenge. But think wisely young one. Do you want to start your journey utterly alone with nobody to help you?” These mind games sickened him, leaving him torn between revenge, and the fear of being utterly alone in a
world that is strange to him.
He thinks on the matter. He hates her, yet needs her. He kisses her neck softly. He refuses to let his thoughts decide; revenge and bloodlust are far from his mind. As his gaze changes from her eyes to her lips, from her lips to her neck. He kisses her neck again, savoring the mixed emotions he feels. “Get on your knees.” He demands. Searching for her reaction in her eyes.
She’s pleased with his demands and grins at him with her evil and captivating glance, eyes glowing he sees his blood coursing through her veins. Heavy breathed her breasts rise and fall under her tight bodice. She slowly runs her fingers down his neck and chest looking him deep into his eyes and uttering. “As you wish.” She seductively falls to her knees and looks up at her master.
His lips slowly begin to form into a smile. “Put your hands behind your back.” He commands.
She smiles her evil grin and slowly puts her hands behind her back. Seductively forcing her breasts upward, she looks him in the eyes and slowly licks her lips.
“So beautiful, and dangerous.” He runs his hand over her breasts, and places a finger in her mouth as he takes off his belt.
She moans and indulges in his touch. She takes his finger into her mouth completely and flicks her pointed tongue all over it. She smiles and returns his touch with her hands exploring every inch of his thighs eagerly waiting to see what will happen next.
“I said no hands.” Cameron firmly states as he pulls his finger out and grabs her cheeks. His hunger for her flesh grows, he remembers the last time he enjoyed her body.
She places her hands back behind her and smiles again pleased with his anger and dominance. She laughs knowing she’ll get what she wants for the both of them. Eyes glowing she’s weak in his hands. She remembers the power of what is between his thighs and she yearns to please him and feel him once again.
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