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by Dawn

  She'd be damned if she'd let some masochistic bully give her the house ruffie-colada. She turned, ready to tell him where to stick it, but her words clogged in her throat.

  She gasped. He was beautiful. Dyanna felt woozy just looking at the man. He intoxicated her. She couldn't stop her hands from rubbing up against his bare chest. He wore leather pants and nothing else, not even shoes. Weird. She didn't care. She just wanted to stand next to him a moment longer. He smiled down at her, but it felt like he was humoring her. She didn't like it, but she couldn't manage the strength to leave his side. Her hands pressed against his cold hard skin.

  "You need a shirt." Her voice was distant and dreamy.

  He chuckled, it felt good under her palms, and everything about him was good.

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  "Why?" He asked.

  "You're cold." She heard her voice and vaguely registered that she sounded like she was on something. Her words seemed to anger the man, and she regretted them, she just wanted to touch him a little longer.

  "Come. Someone is waiting for you." The sea of gyrating gothic bodies parted for him and she trailed behind him, desperate for one more touch. As he moved away, she paused. What the hell am I doing? Maybe there's something in the ventilation here? The fog started to leave her brain the farther away Mr-Feel-Good-No-Shirt got, the more control she gained. Dyanna glanced back at the exit. She could still see it. Relieved, she started shoving her way past the spaced out gothic dancers and moved purposefully toward safety. Whatever they wanted, it wasn't good. If Anthony was really into this kind of stuff, maybe she was better off without him.

  The door was only a few feet away when she heard her name. The voice was one she'd know anywhere.

  Turning she saw her husband walking out of one of the closed rooms. The shirtless man who'd entranced her was right behind him. She took a few steps back, but bumped into a couple of big burly bouncers. They were blocking her escape. She didn't want to be anywhere near Shirtless again.

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  "You're early." Anthony sounded pissed. He looked livelier than she'd seen him in days.

  Shirtless spoke quietly. "She has a very strong will.

  We'll test her, but I believe we may need to change our plans."

  Plans, what plans? Oh this doesn't sound good. My plan? Get the fuck out of here.

  "I want to leave." She spoke calmly, addressing Anthony directly.

  Shirtless suddenly was in front of her, she hadn't even seen him move. He forced her to look him in the eyes.

  "You want to be here."

  "I… I… Wa… want… I… Don't… I want to… be here." She began to feel that intoxication again, and as hard as she fought against it, she found her hands caressing Shirtless. If she could just touch him for another moment maybe everything would be all right. She trailed her fingers lightly over his skin. He was so beautiful. She couldn't really explain why. From a distance, she'd foolishly thought he was ugly, but now he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

  "Your feet are tired." Shirtless spoke hypnotically.

  "My… my feet are tired."

  "I'm going to carry you somewhere private."

  "Okay." She didn't move as he picked her up, as if

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  she weighed nothing. She snuggled against his freezing hard body.

  "Have you been in the freezer?" She muttered dreamily. He ignored her but she was content to touch him.

  Anthony walked behind her; his expression was angry and hard. She kept touching Shirtless absently, happily. When they entered one of the private rooms, it was pitch black; not even a black light illuminated the space. Shirtless set her on a chair. She sat helplessly, some small place in her brain screamed "run" but her body wouldn't cooperate.

  Dyanna should be freaking out, but suffocating on her euphoria, she could only sit and let him do anything he wanted. He moved away, but not far enough for her to regain complete control. The distance did allow her fully to comprehend the conversation they were having. It wasn't good.

  "You said I could have any woman as my blood slave. I love my wife; I want her here." Anthony sounded bitter.

  "You're like a son to me now. I saw the potential inside of you; you'll be powerful one day, but not today. If I can't control the woman after two hundred years of practice, how do you think you can do it? Anthony, you're but a child in this world. There is so much I want to teach you. I had Akasha turn you because she's my most

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  beautiful. You like fucking her, don't you? I give her to you, exclusively—forget your mortal wife."

  Even in the mind-numbing haze, Dyanna felt her heart ache. He'd cheated on her. Shirtless had confirmed it, and somehow, strangely, contributed to it. Everything wrong with her husband was Shirtless's fault.

  "Sire, I want her." Anthony pleaded.

  Sire—what the hell?

  Shirtless looked at Anthony without any hint of emotion and said nothing.

  "My love for her is stronger now that I am clan.

  There has to be another way." Anthony sounded like he might cry.

  "My boy, she can't be kept under mind control.

  Look at her listening; she fights my hold on her mind. I'm afraid she'll have to die. Do you want me to drain her, or are you willing to do it? Feel zeal for what you are, and forget what she meant to the man. You are clan now; mortal memories should have no power over you."

  "No, she's mine." Anthony screamed with a snarl that would make the fiercest of jungle cats jealous. It caused Dyanna to gasp.

  "Prove your worthiness. One your age doesn't have the willpower to make another. You have to hear the moment of death, if you stop just before, she may wake up

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  clan. If you can turn her, she's yours to keep. If not, she'll die and you can do nothing to stop it. Have one last playtime with her, and if you have the strength, she'll wake up healed of her humanity. Love her for me. I do so enjoy seeing a mortal come before being drained."

  "Please give her to the clan for me. I accept she'd be yours, but she'd be one of us, that's all that matters to me."

  "There is only room in a clan member's heart for their leader. You should love me above all else. Already you defy me for her. I should kill you for your insolence, but I'm intrigued. Most new to the clan eagerly forsake their family to embrace what we have here. You kept returning to her, kept trying to be a mortal. My curiosity has spared you. I won't be as forgiving again. Fuck and drain the woman, or I'll snap her head off."

  Anthony moved with unnatural speed and grace, enveloping Dyanna in his arms. "Shh, it'll be alright." He began to kiss her neck. She shuddered. He stepped back.

  She stood, a little wobbly, when he set her on her feet.

  "Turn around." She did. He unzipped the dress; it slid down her body to pool on the floor.

  She heard his harsh intake of breath. "I love you."

  His lust made the words sound raspy. "I'm glad you wore that dress. I told you to wear a costume so the bouncer would know to let you right in. I'm so glad you listened to

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  me for once. You're mine. I've wanted to touch you so much, but I've been afraid of losing control. I have no choice, I'll bite you—drain you, but I swear I don't want to end your life."

  Her body remained motionless, trapped in the hazy fog of compulsion. Dyanna wanted to run, but she had no choice but to do as her husband commanded. His large, cold hands reached out to slide down the smooth pale skin of her back. Unable to help herself, she sighed. Of all the things, she hadn't anticipated this. He'd said "clan" and they spoke of biting and draining. What kind of sick prank was he pulling? He and his icky friend were
trying to make her think they were vampires, but vampires weren't real. She shook, unable to control the reflex. Shirtless laughed.

  "Darius, please reconsider. I'll share her if you promise to bring her into the clan."

  "You shall show respect." Shirtless—Darius—

  shouted with righteous indignation.

  "Sire of Us All, forgive me. I cannot turn off my love for her."

  "You will do it, or she dies. If you can muster the restraint and determination to bring her into the clan, you deserve your prize. If not, she dies. She cannot properly stay compelled; her will is too strong. You can't keep her as a blood slave, and her mind is too strong to have the

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  memory of this night completely eradicated. Letting her live as a mortal is too dangerous. You made the choice not to just leave her, and let her live out her mortal days. Now you bear the responsibility of her life or her death. Now enjoy her for me, or I'll end her now and be done with it.

  Your simpering bores me, and tonight is our night. Mortals and their silly Halloween traditions make it so easy for our kind truly to be free tonight. I want to go out and feast, and if you bore me I'll kill the girl so I can to my fun."

  Anthony's breathing was ragged. "Turn around."

  Woodenly, she moved as the unnatural control forced her legs to shift. She stood looking straight ahead.

  Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could tell her husband wore a black leather vest and pants. Definitely not the clothes he's always had hanging in our closet. She wished she could see him better. Not being able to see the expression on his face was terrifying.

  "Look at her lovely breasts, Sire. They are just the right size to hold in my hands." She felt him squeezing her nipples, and then he began to massage her breasts. Dyanna felt electricity zing through her core. Her pussy ached, wet with her desire. Even as everything spiraled out of control, her life possibly in mortal peril, his touch made her weak with need. As the pads of his large thumbs began to swirl over the hard peaks of her engorged nipples, they grew

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  ultra-sensitive and it felt wonderful. She moaned. Anthony growled, almost like an animal. A small thrill raced through her body as adrenaline and fear mingled with her desire until she didn't know one from the other anymore. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking ferociously. His thumb and forefinger tortured the other with rhythmic squeezes. She could feel her wetness trickling down her thigh.

  He moved to switch breasts after a moment and the nipple he abandoned grew cold from the chilly air in the dark room. The sensation of the cold air only added to her pleasure. If she had to die, at least she'd have one last moment of ecstasy with her husband. I'm not going to die.

  They put something in the air to screw with me. He cheated. I should push him away and get out of here. Even as her brain tried to regain control of her body, she lay paralyzed, at the mercy of his erotic ministrations.

  The door opened, some of the low light from the club shone into the room, along with the loud music and talking. "Sire, I came to see if you needed anything."

  Darius chuckled. "Come in, Akasha." She did, and the door closed behind her, shutting out the small light and noise. Before the illumination was completely gone, Dyanna saw the pained expression on Anthony's face and that his eyes weren't their normal brown, but completely

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  black instead. They looked like soulless holes. She gasped, another involuntary reaction that even the compulsion couldn't repress. "My cock needs to be sucked, but first I want you to meet someone."

  Darius took her by the arm and led her to where Dyanna stood like a mannequin. He brought a lighter up to Akasha's face and flicked it on; the woman flinched only briefly before standing obediently still. "This is the woman your husband fucked. She made him clan on my request, but he fucked her of his own free will. He didn't need my compulsion to stick his dick inside her hot little pussy."

  The tall dark beauty looked down, unable to meet Dyanna's angry eyes.

  Darius chuckled and winked at Dyanna."We have a natural attractiveness to humans," he said. "I've seen few mortals turn down one of my girls, or men, but your husband enjoyed it. Don't let him lie to you. Do you really want to live for an eternity knowing the man you loved betrayed you? Wouldn't you rather he just drain you and be done?" As Darius ground the accusation out with cruel honesty, his voice held a trace of amusement. She felt his mental push. He wanted her to long for death. How dare the prick enjoy messing with me? When I'm free, I'll kick him in the balls. Vampire, zombie, mutant, or other, if he's male he'll hurt.

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  "No, I want to live. I want to be human." The evil leader had let up on the compulsion enough to allow her to speak her own free mind. She tried to push Anthony away, but then she felt the languid fog returning. Her body remained fixed again, at her husband's mercy.

  Whatever he was, she knew the truth now, and she was truly and honestly in danger.

  "I love you. I made a mistake, but it was the most wonderful mistake of my life. We'll live forever. You'll always be twenty-five. No sickness or pain; you and I will have eternity and I'll show you every day how sorry I am."

  Darius laughed and Dyanna could hear him leading Akasha to where he sat back down. Soon, the wet sounds of the woman's mouth on his cock was the only noise in the tomb-like room.

  Anthony reached out, stroking the bare skin of Dyanna's arms. She stiffened. His light touch sent goose bumps over her skin. He stepped closer. His hands splayed across her back, caressing her. She felt some of the tension leave her body. He knew just how to relax her. She wished her anger could leave as easily as the stiffness did. She tried to move, escape, but couldn't. The longer he tried to compel her, the less hold she had on her own mind. The sensation started to take the place of her rational thoughts. Anxiety gave way to numbness. After a few more minutes of the

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  tender massage, she couldn't remember why she was angry, or why they were in the room. Her mind focused in little snapshots, almost as if she were experiencing blackouts.

  He'd been touching her back, but now she felt him parting her thighs. Her legs jerked unnaturally as he caused them to move, leaving her pussy wide open. She stood, her legs painfully wide for him. He dipped a finger into her softness and swirled his fingertip against her clit. Dyanna hissed with pleasure.

  She found herself lying on the middle of a pool table, the felt was rough and exotic against her ass and back.

  "I love you, Dy." She heard the words. Her legs splayed open, and the cool air touched her damp pussy; it felt deliciously naughty, and she moaned. Her response was due to the mind control. Somewhere in the back of her head warning bells rang. Anthony's head was between her legs; he lapped at her clit. Her head tossed from side to side, and her fingers scratched at the felt, ruining the table, but she didn't care. Her pussy throbbed, clenching with the need for him to fill it. She wanted Anthony to fuck her. She couldn't speak, but her moans of desperation grew loud as the want inside of her grew to a frenzied pinnacle. Dy's back arched, and she ground her pussy to his mouth, the feeling of his day's growth of facial hair prickled the sensitive skin there,

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  heightening her pleasure. The wonderful feeling became too much and she screamed between her clenched teeth, coming for him. Her pussy dribbled juices down his chin and she could feel how wet his face was as he worked at her until the last of her orgasm ebbed.

  She lay mindlessly panting on the table. She felt him hovering above her. When had he gotten on the table?

  His hands played with her overly sensitive nipples. The storm of pleasure began again inside of he
r. She wanted to touch him, suck him, but she was unable to move. She settled for the sensation of his heavy cock bobbing against her flat stomach. His touch stoked the fire of lust inside of her, and suddenly another hand touched her body. To her surprised horror, Darius was standing beside the table. His hand rubbed her clit, and he took the little nub between his fingers, pinching it painfully. She moaned as he began a gentler caress. He alternated between pinching and rubbing.

  One long finger pushed inside her, and he stroked, finding her "on" button. His finger skillfully manipulated her g-spot until Dyanna came with a short cry. The little orgasm was over far too quickly, but he refocused on her clit, building her back up to the edge again rapidly. Her mind focused only on her thoughtless pleasure and ignored her abhorrence of the man.

  Anthony still knelt over her, playing with her

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  breasts. He leaned down and kissed her with a breathtaking passion. He moaned against her lips; she could taste her saltiness and feel the dampness on his chin and cheeks. His hands moved from her breasts and he twined his fingers through her hair, pulling her face to his while feasting on her mouth. She bucked and moaned, writhing with need.

  Anthony had her on her hands and knees. How did we get like this? Her clouded mind struggled to make sense of anything. She was nothing except want and lust. She felt his cock poking at her. She was so ready. A moan escaped the paralysis. If she'd been free, she'd have pressed toward his hardness. "Eager, love?" She couldn't respond.

  He pushed inside of her, and she cried out. Her body was tight, and his cock stretched it almost to the point of pain. Dyanna closed her eyes, relishing the sensations.

  He slowly pushed farther inside of her until he was as deep as she could take him. He began to move, slowly finding a speed and rhythm, leaving her panting. Her body couldn't move, but she relished each stroke he gave her. She felt her pussy convulse, clenching him. She let out a keening wail of release as the orgasm caused her to see sparks behind her eyelids. The pleasure began to ebb, and she settled back down, unable to focus or remember anything except the brilliant release.