by Renee Rose
“Let’s start with something easy,” he murmurs and holds the square box right where I can see each button. He twists the dial and electricity zaps the skin under the patch. Breathe, just breathe. If I relax, the sensation doesn’t hurt as much, even when he thumbs the dial further and makes my arm jump.
He places more patches on my hips and tops of my legs. The restraints keep me from closing my legs, but he ignores the thin, sensitive spots on my inner thighs...for now. The current goes from nothing to the highest voltage, making me jolt My muscles contract, spasm, and finally relax, overwhelmed by the current. He’s avoiding any tender places that got pierced with cactus spines, and stimulating my large muscles. It doesn’t hurt--it actually feels good, like a massage.
A few minutes of getting used to electricity buzzing over my skin and he moves the electrodes, covering my nipples with patches.
“This should be interesting.” The first surge shoots straight between my legs and detonates there.
“Fuck me,” I throw my head back, gritting my teeth.
“No, pet. Not until you earn it.” Lucius isn’t playing. He moves the electrodes closer to my labia. My pussy is plump and aching. Each pulse of electricity makes my inner muscles spasm.
“So wet,” Lucius tsks. “I wonder…” The buzzing comes in short bursts, tingling in my sensitive bits, driving my arousal higher. By the time he turns the unit off, I’m whimpering, my hips working helplessly. I don’t know if I want him to stop or give me more...
“Look at you,” he murmurs, running a finger through the sopping mess between my legs. “You love this.” He toys with my clit, watching my face closely.
“Stop…” I whisper.
“Why, pet? Because it hurts? Or because you like it?”
I bite my lip so I don’t answer, Both. His dark chuckle raises hairs on my arms. He holds the unit in front of my face so I can watch him turn the dial all way up. The current buzzes along my lower lips, making them plump. My body reads the electric current as painfully pleasurable, responding to the stimulation. My clit is a lightning rod. Another minute, and my climax sears through me, my brain blanking with white heat.
He moves one of the patches between my ass cheeks, covering my sensitive back hole. I clench down, my face burning as my orgasm rises. “No…”
“You like it?” he asks.
In vain, I press my lips together. Another round ending in an orgasm, and I’m moaning.
“Let’s try something different.” He picks up a violet wand tipped with a glass tube and takes his time shocking me. My breasts swell.
Is he torturing me? Or taking me to a new height of pleasure? I spiral higher and higher, but the higher I go, the further I’ll fall.
“Why are you here?” he murmurs, taking a break from zapping me. “Who put you up to it? Why do you want to kill me?”
“You killed my pack,” I burst out.
“Your pack,” he repeats, brow furrowed.
Is he for real? I strain in my bounds. I’ve never wanted to behead a vampire so badly. “You don’t remember? I know you’re a monster, but forgetting an entire massacre--”
“Be silent.” He paces at the foot of the table, pausing to drum his fingers between my bound feet. “You say I killed your entire pack? How did they die?”
“Slaughtered in their territory. In their clubhouse, in their homes.” My family, too, but I don’t mention them.
“I’ve never killed an entire pack. One werewolf, perhaps. Or several, in a fight, but only because they were in a vampire's thrall and attacked first.”
I grit my teeth, yanking on the cuffs. Tears burn my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall, to show weakness in front of this monster. Somehow it’s worse that he won’t acknowledge what he’s done. “You killed them.”
“Who told this?”
I shake my head.
“Did they have proof?”
“Yes.”
“Proof that it was me, and not another? Another vampire?” He rounds the table, coming to stand by my head.
I glare at him. “It was you.” It had to be. What reason would Xavier have to lie?
“Think about it,” he advises softly. His fingers drift across my chest, stroking the valley between my breasts. I should rant and rail, throw off his touch, but my back arches, pushing my breasts up, begging for the pleasure he can give me. “I don’t kill innocents.”
“You’re lying.” I fight against the delicious sensation.
“I have no reason to,” he continues, perfectly reasonable. “Why would I take out an entire pack and cover it up?”
“I don’t know. You’re a sick fuck.”
He tuts. “So feisty for someone hooked up to a TENS unit. Tell you what, pet. Please me tonight, and I’ll give you Declan’s number, and a phone to call him. You can see what he’s dug up.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it won’t work.”
“I’m not playing a game. I’m playing with you.’
For the next few minutes, he toys with me, wringing climax after climax from my resistant body. He kneels beside the table, keeping his face close to me, as my naked body writhes above him.
It’s not until he gives me a break, shutting off the electric current and removing all electrodes before giving me a drink of water, that I tell him,
“Declan won’t find anything about my pack. They’re all dead. Someone killed them.”
He offers me another sip of water, holding the bottle for me and wiping spilled drops from my lips. “He and his friends are very good at digging up the truth. At least, they always poking their noses into messes. You can speak to them later.”
“If I survive tonight,” I pant.
“Yes.” His dark eyes glint, but he’s not trying to kill me. Not like Xavier said he would.
If I’d attacked Xavier like I attacked Lucius, I’d be dead.
“Had enough water?” Lucius asks. I nod, and turn my head to hide a smile. Even when ‘torturing’ me, he’s keeping my hydrated.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Nothing. You’re such a good dom.”
“Yes,” he leans close, “I never break my toys. Not when they’re so much fun. Now, tell me,” the mischievous light falls away and we’re back in scene. “How did you come to be in the auction?”
I close my eyes. I can’t betray my mentor.
“I’ll get it out of you,” Lucius vows. He doesn’t, but he does his best.
“Do you hate me?” I pant when he takes another break. This time he releases my arms and legs and gives them a good rub down before tying me back down.
“No, pet. I don’t hate you.”
“Then what? What will you do with me?”
He raises the violet wand, running a finger over the crackling bulb. With the lights down low and his face lit by the wand’s eerie glow, he looks like a mad scientist. “I told you from the first. I’m going to make you mine.”
Lucius
“No, no, no,” she mewls. My pet is so strong, but after hours of endless orgasms, even the strongest sub will break.
“Take it, pet.” I twist the dildo in her and turn up the TENS unit it’s attached to, stimulating her deeply.
“No,” She drops her head, tears running down her face. “I can’t.”
“You’re not dead yet,” I repeat the Monty Python joke, and wring another climax from her unwilling body.
“Has anyone died from too many orgasms?” she mumbles. I brush back her hair and make her drink a glass of water before giving her a cruel smile.
“Let’s find out.”
The sky outside is lightning. Dawn’s an hour a way and I need to be safely locked in my crypt well before. I towel her off and release her from the table, coming to her side to help her wobble to the props I’ve set up in front of the open patio doors.
She leans into me, her face soft and shining. So submissive. Her obedience lurks under her hard exterior, waiting for a dom strong enough to
unlock her true self. That dom is me.
She doesn’t fight me as I set her on leather unit and secure her wrists and ankles. “These bonds will automatically unlock at a certain time.”
“What is this?” She blinks at the a smooth half circle between her legs.
“A Sybian.”
Her eyes widen as she recognizes the brand name. She’s basically sitting on a giant vibrator, and she knows it.
“Now,” I squat in front of her. “I’ll play a little game with you. You’re going to sit here and--” I stop as she tosses her head back and forth.
“I can’t--”
“Hmm,” I pretend to think. “Then, how about this. Tell me who you’re working for. Tell me and I’ll go after them. You can lie down, take a little nap…”
“You’re torturing me with orgasms?”
I smirk. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”
“Yes, well. Nobody expects orgasm torture.”
I duck my head to hide my smile, and take the moment to check her bonds, making her wiggle her fingers and toes, testing her circulation.
“Lucius,” she whines as I rise. “I can’t do this.”
“I know, pet, I know. It’s so hard.” I mock her. I’m going easy on her and she knows it. Everything between us is a game. “But it’s what you signed up for, isn’t it? Night after night, at my mercy.”
“I feel like Sheherazade,” she mumbles. “Instead of a story, I have to come for you.”
“Does that make me a mad sultan?” I stroke my chin and laugh at the look she gives me. Selene makes me laugh more in a day than I have in a century.
“You’re mean.”
“How should I behave, when I find you were plotting to murder me? Did you think you could waltz in and find my hidden lair? Did you think it would be so easy?”
She bites her lip and I continue, “Don’t feel bad. I knew you were plotting against me.”
“You did?”
“Of course. It was all so obvious--your resemblance to Georgianna, the auction. What else could you be but a plant?”
“If you knew then why…?”
“Why what, pet?”
“Why did you go through all this trouble?” She jerks her hands in her bonds. “To bring me here. To train me. To make me fall--”
“Make you what?”
“Make me come. Do all these intense things but make me enjoy it. Make me feel good.”
“Have I done that? I suppose I couldn’t resist mastering you in this way. You fight so deliciously, and in the end--”
“I lose?”
“Oh no, pet. You win. We both do.” I raise the Sybian remote and flick the on switch. The unit comes alive with a subtle buzz.
“No, Lucius,” Selene writhes on the leather seat, panting. “I can’t.”
“Tell me who you’re working for. Who sponsored you in the auction and planned all this.”
She shakes her head and I increase the force of the vibrations. Her head jerks back and she cries out, her chest flushing with climax after climax. I leave her for a few minutes and return with two more toys.
“Oh thank you,” she sobs when I release her, letting her off long enough to drink some water and have some food. She struggles when I lead her back to the unit, whimpering when she sees the two dildos I’ve affixed to the top. Double penetration will provide far more than double the torture.
“Now, now, pet. This isn’t supposed to be fun.”
“You’re evil,” she gasps, sinking down. Her face goes tense as the dildos disappear in her pussy and ass.
“You’re good,” I murmur. “So very, very good. Now,”--I crouch in front of her--“We’re going to play a little game. I’m going to retire for the day and leave you like this--” She whimpers and I raise my voice. “Because I want you to experience something I can’t.”
“What’s that?” Her voice is sharp, frightened. She thinks I’m going to leave her on the Sybian all night.
I won’t. I’m not that cruel. I have a timer set so the machine will turn off and the bonds will release in an hour.
“I want you to watch the sunrise.”
She goes still, eyes wide.
“That’s what I’d do, if I was alive. I’d never miss another dawn.”
She’s tense, trembling, her body wracked with anticipation of the coming climaxes. I comb her hair back with my fingers and knead her tight neck. Her pulse thuds under my palm.
“Enjoy it, pet. Your life is short, but at least you have the light.” And I leave her to witness what I no longer can.
Selene
I tug and tug but it’s no use. The bonds hold fast. I could gnaw off my own arm, of course. If I was in a more gruesome situation, I would. But something tells me Lucius isn’t lying when he says he won’t kill me...yet. This is a game to him. He takes too much enjoyment out of causing me pain. Why would he leave me strapped to a Sybian after forcing me to orgasm over and over again?
It’s been about a half an hour since he left. My internal muscles ache from clenching. My clit is raw from me rocking my hips down on the goddamn dildo. Between my legs, the machine hums along. It’s on a setting where the vibrations increase and decrease in waves. I get a few seconds of relief before my orgasm builds again towards another painful peak.
Watch the sunrise. Of all the ridiculous things. Lucius is crazy. Old age drives these vampires to madness.
I lean forward, wishing I could lift off the dildos. Having them vibrate inside me only reminds me that Lucius hasn’t fucked me. Not yet. What the hell is he waiting for?
Past the patio, the desert sprawls in a mess of moonlit creosote and cacti.
A jackrabbit hops across the patio and hesitates, ears outstretched and quivering.
“Move along,” I order. That’s all I need, the killer rabbit of Caerbannog witnessing my humiliating state. “I mean it. Don’t make me come down th-there--” I stutter as the Sybian comes to life. This time vibrations increase rapidly and I moan. My legs clench, my sore pussy convulsing. My labia are numb. If I make it to dawn, I’ll be lucky if I can walk.
When I look back up again, the rabbit is gone, disappeared into the desert. The mountain peaks are limned in soft blue, glowing with the approaching light.
Watch the sunrise.
Does Lucius miss it so much? How would I feel if I could never see another sunrise? Never witness sunset? The beauty of the light. I watch as day breaks, pretending it’s the last time I’ll see one. Memorizing it.
The first touch of sunlight is soft on the mountain face. The birds sing. A few flutter from their perches, safe from predators in the morning light. The earth warms, the red desert coming to life. The shadows shrink into pools of rich darkness stretching from the saguaros. In the heat of the day, those shadows will be welcome, cool places to rest, but right now the darkness flees, the night shrinking, the dawn washing the world clean with light and birdsong. This miracle happens every day, but is anything but mundane. Being forced to witness it almost makes me grateful to the damn vampire.
Almost. As the sun crests the mountain peaks, I gasp through another climax.
Suddenly the Sybian goes silent.
The birds keep chirping. My friend the hare hops between two barrel cactus, sniffing at their fruit.
Behind me the house is empty, its master safely locked in his lair. Lucius has never seen the Tucson dawn, this glorious spectacle. Two thousand years of endless night. A lonely existence in the dark.
The locks on my cuffs click open. I’m free.
Thank fates. Lucius is a merciful king.
At least to me.
I move off the Sybian, the scream of my muscles fading in comparison to the weight in my heart.
And that’s when I know.
I don’t hate Lucius Frangelico.
My muscles scream as I take a quick shower. It’d be nice to fill the bath and soak, but I’m wasting time as it is.
I’ve got to get out of here. Lucius knows I’m here to kill him. He
says he won’t kill me, but who knows what kind of games he plays.
Everything’s twisted, jumbled. My enemy isn’t who he thought he’d be. Or have I lost all perspective?
I dress in jeans and a t-shirt and grab a bag to pack some things when I see it. On the nightstand that was empty before: a cell phone. It’s black and basic looking, not a fancy smartphone, but I bet it’s untraceable. Lucius fufilling his promise. I keep my promises, pet.
There’s one number saved. Declan’s.
I press the cell against my mouth. To call or not to call? I could leave, run to Xavier, tell him I failed. I can’t kill Lucius.
I mean...I won’t.
Even if I could, which I’m not sure is possible, I couldn’t bring myself to.
Xavier will destroy me for my failure.
I could run far away, and hope my path never crosses a vampire’s again.
Or… I could stay.
Stay with the Vampire King, the supposedly cruel, definitely dominant ruler who’s shown me more care and kindness than I’ve had in years.
My body craves him. Even after what he’s done to me. Especially after what he’s done to me.
I hit “Call” and put the phone down before I can change my mind. What’s the point of calling Declan? Why would I have him investigate my pack? If he somehow figures out it wasn’t Lucius...what will I do?
Stupid. I should hang up. I grab the phone just as Declan picks up.
“Hello?” the Irishman’s voice is tense.
“It’s Selene.”
“Jay-sus, I thought ya were Frangelico, calling me in the day. Nearly stopped me heart.”
I can’t stop my smile. “No, it’s just me. I’m Lucius’...” Sub? Lover? Pet? Slave? I make a face.
“I know who ya are, lass,” Declan saves me. “Frangelico called me earlier, said he was turnin’ the investigation over tae ya. I can tell ya what we got so far, if ya like.”
“I--” The camera in the corner catches my eye. “Yes. Um, first I need to do something. Can I call you back in ten minutes?”
Ten minutes later, I’ve snuck out of the mansion. The desert doesn’t give me much cover, but I get out of the house and away from the guards without being seen, and head down the mountain. When I redial Declan, he asks me where I am, and if I’m hungry. And that’s how I end up at In-N-Out Burger with Declan, Parker and Laurie. The trio is as weird as I remember. Possibly weirder.