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Chapter Six They walked down the halls, the new guide, leading the way, having been told which room had been reserved for this special VIP. The Mistress inhaled deeply the multitude of scents she could feel embrace her like an old lover. The fear, the desire, the lust the need, all seemed to shimmer around her body as they walked down the halls. She felt at home here, for she knew that the blood taken here, had a sweeter potency and a fuller taste when the sexual rush was triggered. So the sounds of the lash falling on bare skin, the whimpers and moans and the occasional screams she heard from the rooms as they proceeded deeper into the club, made her sigh with a lover's appreciation for what was going on, and it whetted her appetite for what was to come. She knew this was a new club to the LA scene, and while she appreciated it for the convenience and equipment it provided for those with the money to match their tastes, she thought back over the years and the numerous dungeons she had used on the continent and the sweet blood she had tasted there while watching the sexual orgies of numerous rulers rise and fall with the times. Although she had good memories of those times, even remembering when she had been turned, she also appreciated the modern possibilities today's age provided her, and in crossing the right palm with the right blend of money and bodies, she could have a private portion of the club designed to meet her needs for when she was in town. The deal between she and the club had worked well for both, and she got a sizeable cut from the club owners on the times they were allowed to rent her chambers out to some of the Hollywood hot shots who were looking for more of a rush then could be found throughout the City of the Angels. She was still somewhat rattled with a nervous energy over the man who was being led behind her, his manhood gift wrapped and restrained and She also sensed the excitement growing in her pet, as She led them deeper into the darker recesses of the club. The thought of finding this kind of blood had been the last thing on her mind and now the presence of it being so close to her now, almost made her feel as giddy as the first time she drank from that wench back in Paris during the Revolution. The thrill of the feeding and the rush that came from the blood which seemed to invigorate her senses and sharpen her gifts to a fine edge that few in her clan could counter or outwit. As her Mentor had once told her, "Most humans are little more then cows or sheep, to be bred and fed only for the life they give us when we feed on them." "But there are those special ones, rare to find, but considered worth their weight in gold, the blood of these, can boost the powers of our Kind to the next level." "That is why the wars between the clans are intense when a pure blood source is found and captured alive." She thought of the dungeon, equipped with things she had gathered over the years, The ninja sword from her time in Japan in the late 18th century, the blood shed to obtain it and the debt owed her for her services rendered there. It was a symbol in many ways of her sense of Honor and style, beautiful and deadly. It was only brought out for very special situations. But the throwing stars and other knives she had collected over the years, often came in as fun ways of peeling the clothing off a body or skinning the truth from a traitor's lips. She thought of the chains on the walls that had held many a starlet and actor in place, few knew that the chains that held them, had also held Lords and Ladies from the European wars securely as they held the wanton and wicked today. She had a rack that had been custom built for the inquisition by a Italian carpenter she had turned when she lived near Rome, and it still served well today, even though she had it restored as needed, the chains and cranks and shackles were original pieces of the rack, and if you looked close enough, were deeply stained with the blood of those who had struggled in them during all those years of use. She shivered in fond delight as she remembered some of the men who had begged to be used by her, and the women who had bared their bodies to her lusts, hoping She would chose to keep them in service to her, but more often then not, either were unable to sustain the hunger that drove her, or could not meet the physical demands of being in service and soon became a part of the pantheon of souls that had served her along the way. A loud scream from a door that had just opened to the side of them startled her out of her thoughts. She shook her head to clear the mind and let her senses open up to the sex and lust and fear and desire that permeated the halls of this place, let alone the rooms that opened up off of them. A soft hiss slipped her lips as her fangs lowered into place from the unquestioned flow of hormones and fragrances that flowed from the bodies of the players and the prey. A harsh grin flashed across her face as she tugged on her pet's leash. She was feeling the rush of the hunt, and the payoff tonight was going to be huge if she turned this one into a power supply of pure blood She could feed on and store for her various lairs around the world. She did not know if he would survive long, records on this kind of blood source were few and far between, but she would have the head of any who harmed him until she knew what he was capable of, and would slowly spit roast any of her staff who failed her instructions of care and custody of these two feeders. They stopped at the back level of the VIP suites as the Club guide, punched in the security code for this chamber. She almost pushed the guide aside, since she knew the code by heart and the back up passcode too. A low lovers moan slipped her lips, echoing off the walls of the dungeon, sending a chill along the spines of the others in the room with her. She strode deeper into the room, looking around at all the tools and toys to play with and with a grin, saw that Debra, the Club bodyguard had secured Sophie, to a Cross, which had the slave girl sliding up and down a thick dildo that had been secured onto the cross. A helpless female slave would not be able to avoid the dildo, while hanging on the cross. She loved watching the girl impale herself on the dildo as she pushed herself up to breathe, and then the weight of her body brought her down and onto the cock which split her into quite nicely. A sheen of sweat had coated the french girl's body, which pleased her greatly. The girl's mouth was gagged, but you could hear her moaning into the gag with some occasional words of french slipping out the side. She tugged on the leash that led to her aide, who in turn had the lead that led back to the package wrapped around the male. Both followed her urgent tug, and both shivered at the fire they saw in her eyes as she looked from them to the girl on the cross and back to them again. The flames of the torches flickered in the shadows of the room, so that none of them could see the flash of her fangs as the scent of all of them filled the room's air. She could sense their fear and uncertainty. But she could also feel the lust from her aide and the male as they watched the french beauty hanging on the cross, impaling herself on the dildo as she pushed up for the air her body needed to breath, and then lowered herself deeper it seemed with each descent onto the cock that seemed to sink deeper into her body with each trip back down onto it as her body weight pulled her downwards in a sexual dance of self inflicted torture that set the mood for what was yet to come in that room. As she nodded to the female bodyguard who had brought Sophie into the room earlier, she smiled as she saw the glazed look crossing the young French girl's face as she tried to push herself up off the dildo now buried deep inside her. On the young girl's face was a ever changing look depending on where the girl was on the cross. The look of lust and pain fought for control as she pushed herself off the sex toy in search of air for her lungs, until the wait of her body brought her back down, and she again felt the sex toy sink deep inside her wet slit, soft mutters of French slipping through her gagged lips with each ascent or descent on the large sex toy. The strain that her body was feeling was now fighting with the lust she felt pour over her body when she knew there would be others watching her. She groaned loudly as her legs clamped down on the dildo and she pushed herself off of it in search of the air her lungs needed. It was not her first time on a Cross, nor her first time in front of an audience, so as the girl groaned with the effort, her eyes sought to look the room over to seek understanding of what would be happening here tonight. The Mistress pointed to her aide and the female bodyguard, both dropped to their knees before her and knelt, awaiting her word. "Secure the male to the Suspension beam and attach a spreader bar, we will slice the clothes from his body, by one means or another." The club bodyguard moved to the man as a look kept the aide kneeling at the feet of the Mistress, who leaned in and let her eyes show the desires that were being brought to a boil by the mood and the potential of what was to come. "If you serve me well while we explore these two, girl," she hissed softly in the aide's ear, "You will find me most pleased with you and you will be rewarded properly." A low growl of desire slipped from her lips as she let her fangs slide down into place as she grazed them against the bared neck of her aide, who knelt there, with the leash to the male slave, still in her mouth. The girl shuddered at the blatant power and sexuality of her Mistress and swore on her life, that she would not disappoint her Mistress. The Mistress pulled back hard on the girl's hair, "make sure you remember this girl, if either of these two are what I think they are, you will feed on such a treat as few mortals will ever be allowed to savor." The intensity of her words brought the aide to the verge of sexual release, just from hearing the lust and hunger that she rarely heard this passion flow from the lips of her Mistress. "Release the leash, then strip down to your thong and help the guard to make the male meat ready for a closer examination." She chuckled as she took the leash from her aide's lips and saw the sparkle of lust and anticipation flash in her girl's eyes. "We will work and taste both of them this night my pet," she promised her aide. "I do not care who they were before we found them this night. But if they can deliver on what I sense inside their veins," she purred softly as she reached down and stroked the sweet spot now covered only by the thong the girl was wearing, "I promise you a night We will soon not forget, and we will have 2 new packages to prepare for shipment back to my home, and just maybe, I will need to have you reassigned to help with their care and training there." She smiled and leaned back as she saw the flash of excitement show in the girl's eyes, for she knew, only those who had been fully brought over, were allowed to serve the Mistress down under on her own lands. She gasped as the touch of the Mistress on her sex brought words of assurance and promises of undying loyalty to the Woman who she wished to serve and be owned by for the rest time. She dropped to her knees, bowed her head low and kissed the feet of her Mistress in happiness for the chance to secure her place at the side of her Mistress, and rose in anticipation, her own nipples hard with desire, to see what the new meat could provide for her Mistress. She growled a soft moan of desire and looked at the girl on the cross, and the man, now standing under the<b> suspension </font></b>beam, his hands locked overhead in the shackles, and the spreader bar, locked onto his feet by the club guard, as she moved to the table where the toys and tools of her Mistress had been brought in. She paused to still her heart and catch her breath as she opened up the bag and begin to bring out the tools that would show the true potential of the donors, and with a wicked grin, began placing the tools on the table. Either way, she thought, whether they were of pure blood or not, she was with Mistress, she would feed and serve her Mistress well and secure her place in the new order where the Power and the pleasure lay with those who lived and thrived in the embrace of the Darkness, powered by the engines of sexuality and domination over the weaker species. She had been strong in their world, and now, Mistress willing, she would be strong and succeed in the new world as well. The Mistress reached into the bag on the table and brought out a special unlabeled jar. The younger woman shivered for she knew about the special lotion in that bottle and the pain it brought to the body parts of a playmate that it was applied to. She shuddered as she remembered the last time Mistress used it on her, and how it felt like her sex had been set on fire by the ointment. The pain built and seemed to be consuming her from the inside out, and as she lay bound under the Mistress, she saw the gleam of delight in the eyes of her Mistress and was both frightened and excited at the lust she saw in those eyes. As Mistress approached the French food, she gasped as she saw what the intentions were going to be. Mistress would coat the dildo with a nice serving of the ointment and watch as the French slave, seeking to find pleasure on that shaft, would soon see the pleasure turned to pain. She found herself looking at the man, and wondering what it was in him that intrigued and fascinated her Mistress so. She did not have all of the senses that a turned human would have, so she had to trust the instincts of her Mistress, but with what heightened senses the first bite had given her, she could see a inner blend of nervous energy mixed with a curious calmness in him. This puzzled her and she began to study him closer as she knew she would begin stripping his clothes off him, so that he would soon be as nude and accessible as the French slut was. She gasped as the Mistress dipped her bare hand into the potion while the girl pulled herself up on the Cross and sought to gasp for air while dealing with the sexual fires lit within her belly from dropping down on the dildo. She paused to see Mistress coat the shaft with the ointment and for a moment felt sorry for the waitress, but then smiled and thought..."better her then me," as she turned to the man and slid the belt out from it's loops and smiled as that action made him turn away from watching her Mistress step back to see how soon the slave would be coming down on the toy, thinking she might find pleasure, and not aware of the next level of pain that had just been added to the menu. She shivered in anticipation of the sounds the French girl would soon be making, as she knew that her Mistress enjoyed the sweet sounds of suffering as she played with her food. She knew that the ointment would push the girl into deeper levels of pain and pleasure, which is what these playtimes were designed to do. With the blood brought up to a sexual boil, by the games and the trials, it made for a sweeter taste that fed the Mistress well and enabled her to stay creative in her dealings with the humans, and in running the company. She caressed the man's face and smiled as his eyes turned to hers while she picked up the knife she would use to cut the slacks from his torso. She paused as his eyes found hers and for a moment, she stopped and found herself staring back into his eyes, feeling a pull and a presence she had not felt since the first night Mistress had met her and toyed with her at that wrap party. She found herself flashing back to those memories, as she studied him closer. What was it with this one that caused her to flashback at this moment, when she was to be preparing him for her Mistress. She continued to study him and wonder, when all of the sudden, she felt a hand between her legs, rubbing her in that special place and with a gasp, she tried to turn and heard the voice of the Mistress in her ear. "Yes, he is quite lovely my pet," she grinned as she let her fangs graze against the base of her aide's shoulder and neck, while she finished wiping her hand across the girl's sex. ""But I did not ask you to lose yourself in his gaze,I asked you to make him ready for me." "Yes Mistress," came the whispered reply from the girl, who now realized what had been done to her, and she felt a sob choke in her throat as the ointment began to work on her sex as it did the French slave. "This one is sorry for not having finished her job, and begs forgiveness." Those words slipped from her lips as she sought to kneel before the Mistress and kicked herself mentally for getting distracted as the heat began to burn within the folds of her sex. The Mistress was pleased and yet bemused to see her aide drop to her knees and apologize. She loved it when her girl would forget what a Hollywood diva the world thought she was, and remembered who she was and who she now belonged to. As she pulled back on the girl's hair, so the girl would be forced to look up, She let her fangs flash so the girl could see them. "Make sure I find no further reason to add your body to the list of those I am about to work my ways on girl, I will not show you any favors." She smiled as the girl lowered her eyes and remained silent. As she was about to speak again, She heard the first sounds of pain come from the slut on the cross and smiled. "The fun is about to begin my pet, now make him ready, for I can tell our female food is about to find that sometimes love hurts." With that, she released her aide and turned back to watch the expression on Sophie's face as the girl now found that the dildo that had been bringing her pleasure to endure this time on the cross, was now doing something to her body and the fear, and desire and uncertainty that fought for space on the slave's face, brought a low wicked chuckle from the lips of the Mistress. "Yes my pet," she said as she picked up a set of nipple clamps, "now the fun begins." |
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