“Sara, I’m so sorry, I wish I would’ve known a better way, I’ve been alone for far too long. She was the only one that ever turned the lights on for me.”
Kyle’s eyes closed, he was still conscious, Sara leaned down and kissed his forehead;
“She is the only one that kept my light burning, this I understand all too well…Shh, Shh.”
Her lips formed into the first smile of acceptance that she’d experienced in all of her life and she watched as her mistress came instantly kneeling and asking Kyle;
“Please, let me give you just a few drops, you’ll sleep until morning and I promise we’ll both be here when you rise. I’ll take you to your office.”
Kyle’s eyes opened in fear;
“Oh god no, not near the children, you can’t take me up there, not now.” Jess shushed his fearful feverish voice;
“Not that office my love, the other one. I’ll put you on the couch and I’ll even turn on your favorite television.” She smiled knowing that would spark his mind’s eye, he smiled back at her for a moment and said,
“Ah, you know about that one huh?”
His head fell back into Sara’s lap and she stroked his hair mouthing the word children in question with wide eyes. Jess smiled and mouthed back the ones in the pictures. Sara remembered seeing the photo she just thought they were out in public volunteering somewhere. Jess was known for blending in by assisting those in need, it was the most honest outlet to information about missing people, missing women, like Sara.
She realized in that moment that her beloved was happy in this world, and that Sara truly had no place here in the traditional sense anymore. She tried to strike out at the thought inside tormenting her sense of comfort in this moment.
“What shall we do my queen? He’s starting to fall asleep.”
Jess leaned forward and gave Kyle three drops of atropine to further sleep’s arrival, he reached up and suddenly changed into Darkeel gripping her by the neck and screaming as his eyes glowed;
“More!”
Jess dropped two more into his mouth before she saw his energy escape Kyle’s soul. Kyle’s eyes suddenly changed to blue and heavily fell shut.
“What are we going to do with him Mistress?”
Sara looked shocked, this tall broad built man now completely out cold in her lap.
Jess smiled;
“Let me take care of that, I’ve been practicing since I’ve been here, I’ve had too in these conditions.”
Jess instantly started floating his body up into the air, a few feet above the stairs. Sara watched as she slowly curled him into the fetal position to make transporting him easier through these slender halls.
“I’ll be right back my love, until then, lay down on the earth’s bed and prepare for your Mistress.”
Sara smiled and stood, redressing her face with the jeweled mask she left on the stone bed. Feeling her pussy swell and her nipples harden, she craved the touch of her beloved. In their favorite place, she recounted the endless memories of being fucked with the howling of wolves ringing in the air, on the graves of ancient strigoii. Thighs spread, legs in the air, moaning in tandem with death and carnal life. Sara breathing her last breaths filled with ecstasy and filthy phrases in German that left her mistress weak hearing her surrender so completely.
Jess penetrated her Master’s mind, while his body floated before the threshold of his hidden inner chambers and private dwellings of his house of torture. Uttering the phrase Slaughter, the hidden office door slowly opened, and Jess navigated his floating and heavily sedated body into his most private of rooms. The newspapers were piling up, the latest editions were just a few months old, with new stories about the infamous hunter. He’d already killed three times more since she arrived here this year, and this was after he showed her his captures down below.
She saw his scattered notes about missing time and wondering when this victim was captured because unlike all the others which he has clear recollections for, these ones were still missing somewhere. Kyle had no idea where Darkeel hid these bodies or their missing parts. Jess reached for the wristband with Kyle’s key and slowly turned the panel of the desk to reveal the closed circuit television. She turned around and centered his energy over the couch and gently rested him there. Walking over to him and covering him up with his blanket that was disheveled on the back of his chair, she stroked his hair and kissed him tenderly. He was out cold but still his mind was strong enough to tell her;
“You’re so strong now, I’ve never been prouder.”
She smiled stroking his cheek. She turned towards the television and waved her fingers, instantly the image of Sara appeared and she smiled saying aloud;
“Ah, no wonder this is your favorite room in the house. I left it on your favorite channel, with audio, another way to settle your mind while you sleep; knowing where all my ultimate loyalty lies.”
Jess walked to the doorway and said;
“I’ll be in your room by sunrise, and I’ll lock Sara up below to ensure you have time to sleep in. Rest well my weary king, this terrifying night is nearly over; if you get lonely just open your eyes and look into mine, I’ll smile when I feel you watching.”
With a giggle of affirmation towards the raw power of her sexuality, she exited the room and watched as it slowly closed shut behind her.
Chapter 30:
Inflamed Deception
Jess descended down the secret passageway wandering slowly, dragging her fingers down each intricate stone that lined the corridor of this hidden realm underneath the sleeping earth. Beyond the world that breathed life into the hallowed existence of this parallel world that awaited her within this tomb, filled with a divine creature that longed to serve her every desire. She felt her fingers warm like fire, she knew there were many more openings and secret passage ways that were connected in the inner chambers of this haunted manor. But there would be plenty of time to search for all of these secrets and revelations of her Master’s truest disposition another night. For now the clock struck midnight and they’d only have a little while before she regretfully lead her to the place just above their heads. That place where all the other victims still rested waiting to see what dawn would bring them. Another day of twisted agony or sweet release found in death, in the climactic ascension of the imminent slaughter.
Wiping such horrid thoughts from her mind, knowing Sara had a penchant for realizing something was wrong, even in the subtlest of nuances that were displayed on her face. She instantly flashed back to that surreal floating bloodbath that both succubi thrived from in carnal nourishment. Feasting on one another as if they were in another world just hours before in her decadent boudoir chambers, that she imagined would house a lovely hand crafted cage which would sit so beautifully within the opening of this hidden passageway. Each night releasing her wild and lovingly tamed whore into her bed once more to greet the nights with the pleasures and passion of female energy entwined to find herself ravaged in the early morning light, serving her captivating king.
She rounded the corner into the room, seeing the sparkling jewels shimmer a midst the haunting flicker of candlelight she realized that her wildest dreams were about to take place. At long last, a mausoleum all their own, to appease their darkest fantasies, to explore ones that have yet never formed into existence. Kyle was deep in slumber his eyes were unable to see the vision that walked into the room that night, but he felt her swimming inside his mind, soothing the beast within along with a dose of atropine that would’ve been lethal to anyone else except him. Sara’s eyes were sparkling, the dark browns were fiery reds that let her mistress know deep down just how badly she craved her in this moment. Her luscious breasts were full and Mistress Bella smiled wickedly hand on the doorway whispering aloud;
“There’s no way out, you’re my prisoner, now and forever, spread your thighs and pay tribute to your queen.”
“Oh Mistress, do your worst, I’ve waited so long for this night, our night together.”
Mistress Bella molested every crevice and crack that displayed itself on Sara’s gorgeous flesh, her pert nipples each one in between wandering fingers. Her lips dragging across her chest and up towards her neck to that special spot that always made Sara surrender without control.
“A grave yard all our own, Oh goddess; fuck me until I bleed. I never want to forget this night.” Mistress Bella leaned back and looked deep into her eyes;
“It very well could be our last, let’s make it one we’ll never forget even in death my beloved harlot and insatiable whore.”
Sara fell back onto the cold stone, lifting her mistress onto her wanton flesh, instantly Mistress Bella fell forward writhing on top of Sara, hearing her moans and yells of overwhelming pleasure escape in the form of pain;
“Oh yes, fuck me to oblivion. Fuck me until I cannot remember who I am anymore. Oh Goddess! PLEASE! FUCK ME!”
In that moment Mistress Bella plunged her fingers deep inside of her, forming all four into an elongated conical shape. She was determined to fill her up completely, she wanted all of her juices to explode, to cover this entire room in tribute to her God… Darkeel.
Sara’s back arched violently and she screamed;
“Oh yes Mistress, fist me! Oh god yes, fist my fucking cunt, make it bleed!”
Mistress Bella spread her lips and enveloped her clit and swollen labia into her mouth suckling firmly on her electric spot that threw her over the edge of carnal seduction. Her hands gripped the stone viscerally and her thighs spread. Both feet firmly planted on the stone bed beneath her, in that glorious moment Sara screamed;
“Please Mistress, I beg thee, let me cum!”
Mistress Bella slid back off the cold stone monument of pleasure to reposition herself in front of this wet and wild show that would take place any second now. She could feel her body tense, her pussy swell and her heart beating fast;
“Gush for your Mistress. Oceans of pleasure just for me.”
Sara instantly buckled under the pressure and an ocean of sweet juices gushed, squirted and flowed upwards, showering her Mistresses face with sweet juices. In that moment Sara ripped the mask off and threw it aside, her robe now fell back covering the grey stone and leaving the entire mausoleum drenched in juices and an ocean of blood as dark as the abyss.
“That’s my beautiful Sara, my beloved concubine and eternal slave, never have I been so satiated, you serve your Mistress well my love.”
Sara gripped her tits with the grandest, most beautiful smile that glowed brighter than the stars in the sky in the dead of night. Her red eyes now dimmed back into their usual hypnotic brown, her cheeks flushed red, now blushing, she was a lover of compliments and ones that were aided by the pleasure of her Queen were ones that left her speechless. Without words, she smiled with passion soaked lips.
“Oh Mistress, you still leave me blushing, even after all these years. Now I must appease your appetite my love, I live to serve.”
Sara slowly reared up and Mistress Bella pulled down her jeweled mask and let the flowing black robe fall off her shoulders to the ground. She crawled onto the cold stone and placed her plump ass in the air, her precious slave’s pussy still inches away from her lips, she smiled wickedly. Sara leaned back on her elbows, her heaving breasts each adorned with hard nipples were filling each hand, she began squeezing and pumping each one, Mistress Bella watched them grow and instantly started to leak sweet juices down her soft ginger curls, the shiny juices coating her swollen folds with honey.
“That’s right my darling. Pump those glorious breasts, I want to see milk flowing without your fingers even touching them, lie back and find your comfort. Mistress is so fucking hungry tonight.”
Sara’s lips parted softly she knew her Mistresses tongue would be the death of her. Nothing made her weaker than feeling her tongue, lips and lip ring teasing every fold. Making her juices flow ceaselessly, leaving her Mistress soaked in an ocean of Sara’s taste.
Sara’s breasts continued to swell, and Mistress Bella leaned forward slowly teasing her pussy with soft kisses and tender licks. Tracing each delicate fold and finding each nerve that sent her body into instant shuddering, forcing her lips to scream vulgar things in German that still to this day Jess never quite knew the entire translation too. Sara’s hisses and moans were followed by heavy breaths that echoed off the chambers of the stone mausoleum, leaving Mistress Bella covered in chills, her hair raised and her body trembling. She craved to play this beautiful woman like a violin, slowly, deeply and penetrating her in ways that felt as if time was stretched out far longer than just mere minutes. Each orgasm felt like a slow steady crescendo that built towards climax in such a way that Sara felt like she’d been here on this cold stone slab in tortured pleasure, for what felt like centuries before.
Both women were moaning and writhing, Sara loved watching her Mistresses robust ass shaking slowly from side to side, she knew she was tormented just as deeply as she was by her Queen’s hot explorative tongue. Sara reached forward and brushed the hair aside from her lover’s face and said as she was about to cum once more;
“Look Mistress, just for you my Queen, my sweet milk flows effortlessly from your kiss.”
Sara’s torso stiffened and her thighs undulated, her feet dug into the stone for dear life, she gasped and panted rapidly as she felt her sweet death approaching.
“Cum for me Sara, I’ll drain you completely before sunrise.”
Sara gushed once more, her body pulsing in waves each crescendo creating another ocean of juices flowing and squirting forth to shower her Mistresses, lip’s, chin, face and breasts.
Mistress Bella gently kissed Sara’s pussy one last time before raising her head mere inches away. Her warm breath was felt with every word that followed;
“After you’ve recovered I want you to rise and stand behind your glorious Mistresses ass, pump those delicious breasts that I own completely and squirt your sweet milk all over my fucking pussy. If you don’t I’ll slaughter you myself tonight, is that understood?”
Sara’s breathing continued heavy and intermittent, her juices instantly flowed at the concept of her owner killing her tonight and taking that sweet privilege away from the man above who could never tame her.
“Don’t stop until I tell you too, and be generous my pet, with your fingers, your tongue, nose I want every piece of your pretty face inside of me.”
Mistress Bella leaned forward once more and continued to kiss her pussy, Sara instantly swooned, buckled and came again and again, doing her best to eject herself from the stone, knowing this forced gratification was a test of her mental fortitude. She squirted once more, cumming and yelling aloud;
“Fuck, Oh Fuck!”
Her body shuddered, her milky tits squirt and gushed delicious elixir while she continued to tremble and stumble off the grey stone. Her cheeks left blushing, her Mistresses wicked hands reaching back and slapping her ass hard to remind her of her ultimate direction.
Sara approached her glorious Queens’s ripe and luscious ass. Her milk still flowing uncontrollably, spilling down her stomach and thighs, a gorgeous sight to behold by any man or woman who craved a glass with their chocolate chips cookies. Sara heard her Mistress moaning knowing she’d soon be inside of her tight aching holes. She reached forward, her hands pulling back her long flowing onyx strands and throwing them over her shoulders, as they cascaded down her body like a river of ink, her tits swelled. Sara leaned forward and inhaled Mistress Bella’s sweet ass, she began to pump her full breasts, each nipple already squirting streams of hot milk onto her Queen’s sweet pussy;
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br /> “Oh yes, that’s the spot my pet, that’s the melody. Pour your sweet sugar all over me.”
Mistress Bella’s cunt undulated uncontrollably rocking back and forth, filling the sweet flow of milk teasing and tormenting her clit until the honey flowed and she squirt all over her slave’s pretty face. Instantly Sara plunged her face into her beloved mistress’s pussy, spreading her folds with her nose and lips she squeezed her breasts and shot the milk towards her clit, as she buried her nose deep into Mistress Bella’s gaping pink, little asshole. She gasped in pleasure of endless measure, spilling forth onto the cold stone, Mistress Bella gripped her fingers firmly onto the stone shrine, and smiled wickedly above to the place where she knew his eyes were watching.
Above in the secret inner chambers of The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter’s private office, the beast within was subdued and fast asleep. Yet the man that owned the world above felt his cock stirring at such delicious sounds that echoed from the depths of the tombs below. Jess’s orgasmic song filling the room like a sirens haunting echoes, he smiled and gently eased his body over towards the television screen.
“Oh what a wondrous sight to behold, show me what’s in your mind, my beautiful Jess.”
In that moment down below Jess smiled and winked, biting her lip as Sara continued to plunge deep inside of her ass and pussy with fingers, nipples and nose pressed firmly inside her luscious cheeks.
“Oh yes Sara, make me squirt, make your mistress cum until I forget what a naughty whore you were that night. Wandering off when your mistress asked you not too, creating this splintered tale for this demon that dwells within the walls of Burnett Manor to torture us until the end of time.”
Sara guiltily remembered how she was captured that night, she should’ve remembered but it wasn’t easy to remember anything after so long underground. She did her best to focus on pleasure instead of scolding, she hated disappointing her beautiful Bella. Nothing mattered to her in life, not even the possession of her own existence, if her Queen wasn’t happy, her duty was to create a world that would inspire happiness to find her.
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