The Naughty Box (9 books in 1 box set)

by Davis, SJ

  I stepped forward and felt weightless, as if everything in life had melted away…all of the doubt, and wanting for more. The hunger was fed, the need to do harm was pocketed and the fear of loss a mere shadow against the rising sun. I stared into the bright light, no longer feeling the need to shield my eyes. It was magnificent, a beautiful fire, churning and whipping its tail about. Showing true strength and power and I reached out to it, my fingertips feeling the vibration before it even reached the tip of one flame. I then let my flesh burn, a relief and a reminder to me that all things die, all things become part of something greater, a never ending cycle that I was not aware I was a part of, or needed to be a part of until the disease had stolen it from me. I then looked down, and realized I was on the edge of a cliff and all I had to do was jump, or take one simple step towards the fire below me. I smiled and crossed my arms on my chest as they do the dead, to welcome the rise of my spirit to the next level of awareness and just as I took a breath and actually felt the air enter into my lungs the fire extinguished itself and a shadow formed as the light receded.

  I trembled, knowing my chance to become something greater was so close, and yet taken from me and the shadow solidified and there was my Hunter, beautiful and flawless, forever trapped at the edge of greatness and then he stopped in front of me and I tilted my head, he moved my hair out of the way and bit into my flesh as I screamed and it echoed towards the sky…

  I sat up and looked around the well-decorated room and for a moment I thought I was home, 20 again, innocent and ready to travel the world. I swallowed and my throat hurt slightly and then the door opened and the slave stepped in. I shook my head in disgust as I realized the dream was not reality, my reality remained trapped in this hell of illusion and memory glitches, biting, fucking and needing more than I could ever acquire. This is the true curse…not the living forever. It is the want to be what you were and find beauty once again in the world. Discovery, where needed, and love…true love. Katia took that from me, because I love Hunter, regardless of his flaws and rudeness. I even dismiss his leaving me, and perhaps he was trying to do me a favor, maybe he was giving me a gift, the gift of not knowing him at all.

  “Get up,” the slave said in a monotone voice.

  I scooted from the bed, not willing or able to fight really. My non-beating heart actually feels heavy. I never thought that it would, but it does and I miss him, I miss him terribly.

  I stood there as he stripped me and then placed a corset around me and spun me. He bent me forward and I thought maybe he was going to fuck me, but he grabbed the strings on the corset and started to tighten beyond anything possible for a human. I heard a rib crack and ignored it completely. The pain was nothing compared to the realization that Hunter was gone from my life. He continued to lace it up until he had me all bunched in and my breasts looked immaculate. Again, I didn’t fucking care at all. Then he continued to dress me in a black sheer skirt, and slipped long black sheer fingerless gloves onto each arm. I let him do everything as if I was a soulless doll. I mean I guess that I am. I was a toy to Hunter; although I do believe somewhere deep in him he cared somewhat. I would think he would have eaten me if he did not. I know how hard it is for me to fuck and not eat, so for him it must have been torture. Huh, funny that all of this is occurring to me now that he is gone. This is so human of me, to be feeling regret. I sighed as he pushed me onto the bed and slipped my heels onto my feet. I looked down and touched my skirt; the material was beautiful and translucent. It felt so soft and I got stuck thinking about it for a moment when he grabbed my hand and jerked me up. He pulled me along and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I looked incredible. I had no idea that pure misery could do that. That surrender to everything would just make me flawless. That must be what Hunter was, he was a soulless machine and if he had not paused in time and wasted a moment with me he would be here. I felt my eyes well up with tears as the slave drug me out of the room and down a long hallway flanked with burning candles and large age stained statues of nude women and men. He stopped at the end of the hallway and turned to me, adjusting my corset. I said nothing.

  “You will behave and fuck at will, you understand me?” he said and I nodded just out of guilt and misery.

  He pulled me along to another door and a girl stepped out, looking a lot like I did, only in red and the slave at her side drug her along as well, we stopped at each door along the hallway and a single girl stepped out of each one, all of them beautiful, all of them vampire and all looking deflated. I walked along as the man held onto my wrist tightly and as we stepped up to the top of the wide stairs I looked down to see a family of vampires, something I did not know existed and I have to suspect that Hunter knew about these people, I mean he had too. He had to know that Katia was alive and well, that she was hosting vamps here…wherever the fuck ‘here’ is. Hunter was too smart to not know. What a dick. He should have warned me, said something…anything at all about this. Here I was thinking that we were it, the only vamps in the entire fucking world. What a lie, just like every other fucking thing in my life…

  “Oh,” Katia said, as she looked me over, walking up the stairs. Her dress was crimson, the deepest of reds and not unlike mine she had a corset on, and only hers was adorned with rubies. I watched her step up to the first girl and she touched the girls face and smiled; once her inspection was complete she was taken down the stairs. One by one she inspected the girls and then stopped on the one next to me and sighed.

  “Bathed?”

  The slave holding her arm nodded.

  “Then why do I smell her pussy?”

  The slave lowered his head.

  “I have told you that NO ONE fucks the pride. You understand me? This is a luxury that many a human will pay top dollar for and you muck it up with your filth?” she yelled at him.

  “I apolo…”

  With that Katia grabbed his throat and ripped it right off as if it was nothing. Her strength is astounding, even to me. I watched him shudder and grab at the gaping hole on his neck and blood spurted like a fountain. He dropped to his knees before her and she watched him as if she enjoyed seeing the life leave him. His eyes became unclouded and in his last moments before he hit the floor the true horror set into him, causing the expression on his face to change from mere pain to terrified. She dropped on him and sucked the last bit of beating blood out of him, his foot kicked and then slowed, I glanced down so not interested anymore and she rose and looked at me.

  “Ahhhh, Vanessa. You are a vision of beauty. It is a pity you do not have virginity intact, but no matter. You will be a great addition to what we have here.”

  “So…you run a whorehouse,” I said as she started to turn. She stopped and looked back at me.

  I prefer to call it a house of pleasure.”

  “Same fucking thing,” I said and she grinned.

  “Now are we in a bad mood?”

  “Oh no, I really could care less.”

  “Now listen to me, we have people of the highest rank who come here and pay very well for the company of girls like you and this is my only warning to you, you will suck and fuck and bite when asked too. I have spared your life, even against my own advice and so you will NOT disappoint or else I will be forced to make you a memory.”

  “My life is forfeit to you,” I said as if I meant it.

  “Good…that is exactly as it should be. Now come, we have much to do and the night will be long.”

  I followed without protest. Quite honestly I could probably just settle, settle for this house…wherever the fuck it is, as a whore who could do as commanded. I mean I am one anyway, or was to Hunter’s will. He owned me from the moment he slipped his hard cock into my pussy that fateful night and bit into my flesh, infecting me with his curse.

  I did not notice as I was led into a large room with a metal rack in the center of it, I even let the fact that I was being strapped into the contraption elude me as flashes of Hunter’s smile, his lips and his eyes continuously pla
yed in my mind. All I could see was him, whether it was love or a slave grieving a master, I am not certain but it consumed my mind to the point of insanity. I felt my skirt lift behind me and a hand touch the inside of my thigh. I suddenly realized what was happening and took a breath as if I am human.

  “Five,” I said and the anonymous man behind me slid my panties aside and slipped five fingers into my pussy as I bit my lip and wished for more. Even with 5 decently sized fingers sliding in and out of me it did not compare to Hunter, and his cock. I have said he is large before, and I could not stress enough how true that is.

  “Harder!” I said and the man placed a hand on my back and jammed his fingers upward, I tried to moan but it would be a fucking lie. I barely feel this shit and it may become annoying, as most of my encounters have been with humans. He leaned against me, his hardening cock rubbing against my ass as his breath quickened and his fingers tried to become a surrogate cock to me. What a joke, I think my pussy is only wet out of spite for Hunter up and fucking leaving me. The anger started to rise and I felt myself getting agitated.

  “Fuck me!” I snarled as I looked around the room and my senses started to come back to me, the grief was slipping away and being replaced by anger and vampire reaction to things. He tore at my panties all boy-like. I rolled my eyes as he struggled to get them off of me. What the fuck? He finally accomplished the simple task and pulled my ass back towards him, I felt the tip of his cock graze my clit and had hope for one moment until he jammed it into me. The lack of girth and length made me want to throw up. I let him thrust behind me, and grope at my sides as he moaned and thought he was doing something amazing. I am sure to him he was rocking the shit out of me, but to me I could be sleeping and having more fun.

  “My ass,” I said and he stopped and I could hear him laugh under his breath. Evidently whomever he has been pumping never said those two words to him or even thought about allowing him to slip his cock into a tight ass. I waited, hoping that he would at least seem bigger in there. Then I realized he was already inside me and it depressed me to no end. He cried out, as my ass must have been like Christmas morning to him, but to me this was just ridiculous. I am being fucked by an amateur and my history with getting annoyed with people in my bed is not a good one. I mean, for some it ended with me being rude, but for many, for many years after Hunter left me, I killed them all in heinous ways, some I remembered, some I did not…some ended up maimed and I had to put them down. Quite honestly I cannot even remember some of the killings, my memory helped me out with that, but my temper mixed with vampire blood and a psychosis is a dangerous cocktail of which pills have been helping for some time.

  I heard the weird noise from behind me before I knew what had happened. I was busy in thought and oops! I tore his dick off with my ass. I know, sounds insane and perhaps it is. I have only done it once before but I will save that for another round of show and tell with Vanessa. I bit my lip and let my own blood run down my throat, swallowing and feeling strength return to me even more. I then snapped one hand free, reached behind me and pushed him away, I guess his dick was only partially torn but the pain had him in shock. I jerked my other hand free from the restraint and turned to see him a fucking mess.

  “Oh…great,” I said as I watched him rolling around like a fucking tool.

  I straddled him and grabbed his head with my hands, slipping my fingers into his eye sockets and pressed until I heard them both pop like balloons. I let my fingers dig deep into his dumbass brain; he kicked and then shuddered to a stop. I pulled my fingers out and regretted not biting him and drinking his blood. I should have, the more I drink the more I regain control of myself and grow some balls. Speaking of balls, I glanced at his dick and shook my head. Ouch. I had to laugh. I mean what did he think? He is fucking a full throttle vampire. Was I supposed to be submissive and gentle? Should I feel bad that I have the strength to pull that off? NO…fuck no, and while we are at it…fuck Katia, fuck this whorehouse and fuck Hunter. I am going to survive this shit, if I have to tear 50 cocks and one pussy up tonight. I will and do it with malice. I heard the lock on the door moving and drug the lump of terrible fucking across the room and behind an oriental looking divider with vampire speed. I left Mr. Unlucky ass fucker there and returned to the bed and stood there. I popped my corset off and let my breasts hang out, of which I knew were exquisite. Being just in my 20’s when I was changed left my body in the best condition possible and desirable. I guess I can thank him for that.

  A woman stepped in, half naked herself and looked me over, grinning as she saw my perky breasts and tidy pussy. She stepped forward and closed the door behind her.

  “Did you enjoy my husband?” she asked me, and I had to hold back a laugh, as I knew he was dickless in the corner.

  “Oh very much.”

  “Surprising, his cock is small.”

  I laughed and placed my hand up to my mouth.

  She then pulled out a strap on and grinned at me. It was quite large and rivaled only Hunter’s size. I bit my lip and then licked them. She stroked it and looked up at me.

  “I would like to have you fuck me with this, could you?”

  I nodded as she handed it to me, I placed the cock in front of me and she lowered to her knees and wrapped the leather straps around me, getting it in place. Then she looked up and licked the tip of it, slowly letting her tongue search the end of it, then with a quick movement she took the length of it into her mouth and moaned as she started to suck it off as if it was real. I placed my hand on the back of her head and allowed her to dream, as she must have been forever with a man as sad as her husband trying to fuck her. She made a low noise and reached up, slipping her fingers on the side of the well-endowed appendage and pressed a small button. It began to vibrate slowly against my clit and I hissed as the gentle waves spread through me. She slipped two fingers into my ass and grabbed the fake cock with her other hand. She stroked it, pressing it back against my clit over and over again as she thrust her fingers upward. I let my head fall back, placed my foot up onto the bed and looked at the ceiling and grinned, she was so much better than her dead half had been. I could only imagine how uneven the situation must have been in their bed and what a tragedy. She pulled her fingers from my ass and I looked down as she smiled up at me, still stroking the cock. I pulled her up quickly and she trembled slightly. She may be a virgin to being with a woman, I have no idea but I will say this, she will be a virgin of very few things when I am done with her this night.

  “Get on the bed,” I whispered to her and she grinned, almost like a teenage schoolgirl about to be punished and wanting it. I crawled over her and she lay back slowly. I slipped my fingers into her wet pussy and started to thrust upwards, leaning down and letting my tongue search her for a moment. She tasted sweet in my mouth and I have to say that women intrigue me. Their curves, the way their bodies tense and shudder with strokes and biting. I find them almost more of a joy than men sometimes. I also know what true pleasure is to a woman. I continued to lick slowly at first and as the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened I quickened my pace, letting my tongue get into a rhythm with my fingers. She moaned and turned her head sideways, muffling her own noise into the oversized pillow. I smiled as I lapped at her and knew she would cum soon, but suddenly I wanted to have her cum on my fake cock, as Hunter always did with me. I sat up and lifted her legs up, placing them on my shoulders and positioned myself just right to allow the oversized appendage to penetrate her. I let the tip of it slip inside of her and she opened her mouth, I reached down and placed my fingers into her mouth and let her taste her own pussy as I thrust the length of it into her and she cried out, eyes rolling into the back of her head and I found myself letting a small moan out too, the vibration of the beast was continuously humming against my clit and as I fucked her harder it slammed against me, sending waves of pre orgasm into every inch of me. She sucked on my fingers and then bit me, hard enough for me to notice and it heightened my senses. I could suddenly
hear her heart beating in my ears and see her blood coursing through the throbbing vein on her neck. I wanted to bite her so badly it was almost torture, sweet at that. She grinned and reached up, pulling me down on top of her and kissed my mouth hard, her tongue so hungry for me it was as if she had never been fucked properly before, and I had to guess it was true. I tried to control my teeth but I could feel them extending in my mouth, cutting through my gums. She let her tongue race over my sharpened fang and her blood infiltrated my taste buds and I groaned loudly as the thrusting became harder and quicker. I started to fuck her without mercy and before I could control myself I bit into her neck, straight to her vein and tasted the warmth of her life fill my mouth. She cried out, but not in pain, it was sheer ecstasy as this biting and my hard thrusting brought her to a hard orgasm, the type that stops you from breathing and caring about anything at all. She clawed at my back tearing skin as I sucked on her neck and started to cum, as a vampire will do. It rocked through me and I arched my back, teeth extended and forced that fake hard cock as deeply inside of her as I could, pressing it against my clit and swallowing the bit I had drained of her blood. I looked down and she had a pleasant smile on her face but fuck me, she was in fact dead and that was purely by accident. I did not mean to go so far with her, in fact she was such an amazing lay I find myself regretting my lack of will power to stop feeding as I came. I pulled the strap on off and tossed it across the room, letting it roll to a stop.