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I awoke, body aching. My throat hurt. I tried to raise a hand and realised I was still tied up. So it had really happened. I had been kidnapped by a being I had previously thought was only a myth. And then I had... I'd been brought to orgasm by her. I felt myself flushing in shame. What was wrong with me? I'd had sex with a monster who probably just saw me as a portable meal. A sex doll to feed on. I was disgusted with myself. But at the same time, I felt that strange pulse of excitement, the itch of desire. Not just for sex, but for something deeper. To be given darkness. This was wrong. I knew it was. But I was under her spell. I guess Dracula was based on the truth in part, though I didn't think Willow could turn into a bat. But the thrall was real. I was captivated by her, even though I was terrified of her.
I had to escape. Thin light was coming in through the windows high above, too weak to reach the ground and thus be a danger to the sleeping Willow, who lay, still naked, on the bed next to me. She was perfect and white, the only mark on her body the scratch where I had bitten her breast. At the sight of that mark I felt desire rise up in me. I wanted to kneel next to her and suckle on her until...
Until I became something else. Hadn't I always been trying to escape from who I was?
This was ridiculous.
Quietly, I slipped out of the bed. It was awkward, as I still had my arms tied behind me. They were numb and sore, and the rest of my body hurt too. My clothes were in shreds on the floor. No matter. I crept across the large room, the concrete floor cold beneath my feet, and got to the door. I tried pushing it with my shoulder. No luck. I turned around and tried to turn the doorknob with my shackled hands. No luck.
I noticed a peg by the door. On it hung a single iron key. I managed to grab it in my teeth. But how to put it in the door?
"Naughty puppy."
My blood froze in my veins.
I turned and saw Willow, still naked, with an amused expression on her face. In her right hand she was holding a riding crop. "You've been a bad girl, Tara," she said coolly. "And bad girls get punished."
"Oh Goddess," I whispered, my throat dry.
I had to escape. Thin light was coming in through the windows high above, too weak to reach the ground and thus be a danger to the sleeping Willow, who lay, still naked, on the bed next to me. She was perfect and white, the only mark on her body the scratch where I had bitten her breast. At the sight of that mark I felt desire rise up in me. I wanted to kneel next to her and suckle on her until...
Until I became something else. Hadn't I always been trying to escape from who I was?
This was ridiculous.
Quietly, I slipped out of the bed. It was awkward, as I still had my arms tied behind me. They were numb and sore, and the rest of my body hurt too. My clothes were in shreds on the floor. No matter. I crept across the large room, the concrete floor cold beneath my feet, and got to the door. I tried pushing it with my shoulder. No luck. I turned around and tried to turn the doorknob with my shackled hands. No luck.
I noticed a peg by the door. On it hung a single iron key. I managed to grab it in my teeth. But how to put it in the door?
"Naughty puppy."
My blood froze in my veins.
I turned and saw Willow, still naked, with an amused expression on her face. In her right hand she was holding a riding crop. "You've been a bad girl, Tara," she said coolly. "And bad girls get punished."
"Oh Goddess," I whispered, my throat dry.