Torture

[ladydeathfaerie]

Title: Torture
Fandom: the Anita Blake Universe
Rating: no one under 18. there will be blood and gore, sex and violence. dirty language and whatever else i feel like tossing in here.
Warning: as i said, sex and violence and dirty words.
Disclaimer: i do not own anyone from the Anita Blake universe. i swear i'm not making any money from this. i just do what the sick voices inside my head tell me to. i write purely for my enjoyment. and possibly the comments. please don't sue, harass or bother me. i have no money to pay you, but i do have a really nasty temper. and i know some good cuss words.

Author's Notes: you know, i'd honestly forgotten about all these nifty little goodies. i don't know if its my best work but what the fuck? share and share alike, right? this is a one shot, first person and though i don't believe any names are mentioned, i think the players speak for themselves.

I stared at my feet in abject horror, at what had to be the aftermath of my rage. At the mess of ripped sinew, torn muscle, amd shattered bone. Blood and gore soaked the carpeting beneath my feet, more blood that I had ever thought possible for a body to hold. Shreds of skin and tissue still clung to my hands and arms. My eyes didn't leave the pile of what had once been a human. I had never in my life seen anything so visibly horrible, so heinous. So unexplainable.

I felt the bile rise in my throat, even though I knew that I had eaten nothing for well over three days. I couldn't recall ever having felt such a blinding rage in all of my life. I had to have been so thoroughly enraged for some reason, though I couldn't fathom what it might be, to do something so violent and cold. So lacking in humanity. I couldn't recall ever having been so mad as to do more than subtly flip someone the bird. So my mind, despite the evidence before me, was having a hard time wrapping around the fact that I had just become a murderer. But I couldn't argue with the evidence scattered around me. It was as if I'd become someone, or something, else entirely. Something different.

The results of my unexplainable anger frightened me. For two reasons. First, because I had done such a thing, that I'd been capable of such an atrocity. That I had been able to so casually and carelessly extinguish a life. Second, because the thought of what I had done was making me feel.... good. In the aftermath of it all, I was feeling such an intense rush of pleasure course and ripple through my body. The idea of killing turned me on. I was the horniest I had ever been in my life. The thought that I would do something so vile and cruel again left me shaken and scared, and I vowed that I would never allow myself to be put into a position where such a thing could possibly happen again.

I had killed a person.

An arm, severed from it's socket, lay some five feet from the broken torso. It had been a man, the smoothness of his chest plainly visible thought the bits of bone chip and blood smeared across it. A hint of gold winked at me near one of the pale nipples. Strips of torn flesh mingled with the other things, painting a picture of disregard and horror across the white flesh. It looked as if his internal organs had been chewed hastily by some slathering beast, bits and pieces having fallen from it's mouth onto the corpse. A hole had been torn in his belly, the edges looking like the ruin left by razor sharp teeth. His intestines and other organs slid from it like too much stuffing pouring from the cavity of a turkey on Thanksgiving.

His other arm remained attached at the shoulder. But it was ripped away at the elbow. That hand had been pulled off of it's wrist and now lay in a thick pool of coagulating blood on an endtable. His legs were both gone, and it looked as if they had been chewed off his body. Blood still trickled slowly from the stump where his neck had met his shoulders. His head lay in a thick puddle of blood and other things. It was truly a gruesome sight.

He had been handsome in life. His hair was long and pale, swimming now in the viscous pool surrounding the severed body part. His lips had been full. His cheekbones were high and prominent, the corners of his eyes tilted up, giving him a slightly exotic look. I vaguely recalled the scene at the club. The gorgeous young man had been sitting at the bar, only a few seats down from mine. He'd bought me a couple drinks and had finally moved to sit next to me. One thing had lead to another and, after a few more drinks, we'd left the club and come back to my house.

There'd been kissing and strong hands stroking soft body parts. Soft hands curling over hard body parts. It had been fine. Wonderful. Heavenly. And then I'd seen his open mouth. There'd been fangs. I'd tried to scream, but couldn't. His face had distorted as it had lowered toward me. Fear, like a thick cloak, had wrapped itself around me and held me immobile. I'd felt as if I were suffocating. My lungs had burned like they'd been deprived of air for too long. Seemingly in slow motion, I'd felt myself fall to the floor. Then the world had gone blissfully black.

I'd woken up, caked in blood and gristle, laying sprawled across the remains of the dead man. I shook my head. Not man. Vampire. I shuddered, staring at the mess in my living room. I'd done this, depsite the blackness that had claimed me. I had to have done this. I lived alone, no one else sharing the modest home with me. The only explanation I could come up with was that I'd blacked out and gone berzerk. But how I'd managed to tear the Vampire apart was beyond me. Surely, he would have been able to stop and kill me easily enough. I was only a simple woman.

I stared at the mess a moment longer, jumping when pale green eyes snapped open to look at me. Anger swam in them. His lips curled, revealing a mouth full of blood and fangs. I took a step back, wondering how a creature that had been drawn and quartered and decapitated could still manage to live. He hissed out some word, but I couldn't understand it. It was too garbled, too full of blood. But the look on his face was truly frightening. I ran, gathered my purse and car keys, and fled out the door.

Adrenaline kept me up for two full days as I drove. I only wanted to escape. I knew if I went back, I'd be in trouble. I didn't stop for anything other than gas and the bathroom. I finally had to stop, though, when I dozed off and nearly ended up in a ditch. I pulled off the highway and found a secluded place to hide. Then I curled up in the front seat of the car and went to sleep.

Finally, after driving for four days and zig-zagging my way across half the country, I found myself on the coast. Los Angeles was a large, sprawling metropolitan area and I thought it a perfect place to lose myself. I stopped at a drug store and bought hair dye, chosing a shade of blue black that was as natural is it could be and still not be mine. I found a bathroom I could use, putting the dye in my hair before putting the sink to good use. After locking the bathroom door so I could be left alone, I stripped down and took a sponge bath.

I cleaned up, taking a moment to study myself in the full length mirror. A week without proper food had taken its toll and had aided in the loss of extra weight. My stomach now actually dipped inward. I knew I needed to eat, but I had no appetite. I was barely staying on my feet, and that was being done through sheer determination. By the time I'd gotten dressed in my new clothes, purchased at a second hand shop the day prior, it was time to rinse my hair.

For Halloween one year, I'd gotten contact lenses that had changed my eye color from baby blue to a deep, royal purple. I'd put them in earlier. Now, staring into the mirror, I saw someone I didn't know. Even wet and lit by the poor lighting of flourescents, my hair shone as black as glittering onyx stones, blue high lights flashing as I turned my head. My face, always having been pale, was now lent the look of death because of the darkness of both my hair and eye color and clothing.

The shirt I wore was stretch lace in black. It hugged my lean figure, displaying for one and all my bra. It, too, was of black lace. It was a demi-bra, so it pushed up breasts that were already ample, forming them into mounds beneath the top I wore. It was a tease for anyone who looked at me. My skirt, a black pleated mini in the style of a Catholic schoolgirl, came down far enough to hide the black lace thong I wore. It, along with the garter belt I had slipped on, matched my bra. The straps of the belt were visible beneath the hem of my skirt, hooked to the tops of a pair of fairly well trashed fishnet stockings. A pair of black, patent leather boots covered my feet. They had thick, high heels and a platform beneath the ball of my foot. They came up to my calves, lacing all the way up.

I took a few moments to finish off the look. First was my face. I applied dark purple color to my lids, along with some silvery gray as an accent color. Then I added eye liner and mascara, both in black. My lips received a heavy coat of deep, plum colored lipstick that almost had the look of freshly split blood to it. I reached into a bag, one of my only new purchases, and pulled out the black satin waist corset. I slipped it around me, lacing it tight. I added one last item, a long coat that looked like a frock coat, with the skirted waist and straight chest, in black. Quite the change for a woman who had been a professional. No one would think the vice-president of a small advertising firm would go Goth.

I didn't know the person who looked back at me in the mirror.

I sold my car, ridding myself of the brand new Lexus sedan I was driving. I found myself a different car, a black two door that completed the Goth look I had cultivated. I rented a cheap room at a by the week motel and found myself employment. It was at one of those shops on Hollywood Boulevard, where I looked like I fit in. It wasn't much, but it kept me alive. Over time, I came to enjoy this more simple existance. I was even able to forget for a time what had brought me to where I was in my life.

For the first month that I was in Los Angeles, I tried to keep a low profile. I went to work and went home to my dreary little room. I shopped for groceries once a week, did my laundry once a week. My wardrobe had evolved into nothing but black and other dark colors. I hid from the world, afraid that someone would find me and force me back.

But I eventually calmed and went out. On weekends, I would go to the Sunset Strip and hang out. I made friends and relaxed. I always went home alone, though. I didn't want anyone to discover who I was. What had happened.

The days passed quickly and soon three months had passed since I'd first arrived in Lod Angeles. I felt comfortable and therefore, I was careless. It was Friday night and I was enjoying my time at the Whisky. One of the local bands was playing. I had a drink and sat at a table on the balcony. Life was good. Then he sat down. I didn't notice him at first, I was so intent on the music. But he eventually snared my attention. He was blonde and sported blue eyes.  The poster boy for WASP. He was sipping a drink and offered me a faint smile when I glanced at him. I ignored him until the band quit, then gave him my attention. "Can I help you?"

"Just admiring the view," he replied, his lips tilting up into a lazy smile. I watched him as he looked me over, or what he could see of me because of the table. I was decked out in a black mesh shirt, a black and purple corset laced around my waist to give me what was considered a waspish figure. I had adopted the same color scheme in my makeup, black and purple, with a hint of silvery gray so that I appeared pale as death. My lower half, when he scooted his chair out so that he could look under the table, was covered with a tight leather mini skirt and more ripped up fish nets. High heeled platforms completed the look. I nodded, saying nothing, then sucked the dregs of my drink up through the little straw. He looked at the empty glass, then motioned for a waitress. "Let me buy you another," he insisted, then looked up at the woman she stood over us. "Bring the lady another."

"Yes, sir," she nodded, picking up my empty. She wandered off and I looked at him. He was dressed casually, in a pair of jeans that looked as if they had seen better days and a t-shirt that hugged the muscled contours of his chest. I could see them straining against the soft cotton fabric. Not that they were over developed or anything. But they were there and somewhat enticing. What puzzled me was that he wore a leather jacket over his shirt, and I knew from experience that it would be too damned hot in the club to wear even underwear in only a short amount of time.

"You didn't have to do that," I told him.

"I wanted to."

"Thanks, " I gave him a faint smile. In the two months I'd been going out, no man had ever tried to get this close to me. I didn't know how to handle it. I turned my attention to the stage, where a crew was busy setting up the next band's instruments. I saw the waitress return, watched her set my drink in front of me out of the corner of my eye. I sighed and closed my eyes, wondering how I was going to get myself out of this mess.

"Come here often?" he asked me. It brought my eyes open to stare at him. I rolled my eyes at his eager grin. It wasn't bad enough ithat he'd bought me a drink without asking. Now he was using one of the oldest pick up lines in the world with me.

"Maybe," I shrugged. I reached for the drink, deciding that wasting it was a bad idea. I lifted it, drinking half of it in one swallow.

"You look as if you could use a good fuck," his comment startled me. I looked at him in surprise. His smile had grown and there was a very suggestive look to his eyes. I frowned and leaned back in my chair, crossing my armes over my chest, pushing more of my breasts up out of the lace demi bra.

"I could use some peace and quiet," I replied. He chuckled, watching as I lifted my drink and finished it off.

"Come on, honey," he stood. "Let me take you home and show you a good time."

"Why?" I stared at him. He held a hand out to me. I sat a moment, debating the wisdom of such a fool hardy thing. My curiosity won out over my better judgement. The man was staring at me with the oddest expression on his face. As if he'd never seen a someone like me before. As if I were the best looking woman he'd ever seen. It went along way toward setting my body on fire. I closed my eyes, stifling a low groan.

"Your car or mine?" he grinned at me.

The ride to my small room was short. I felt giddy and woozy all at once. My pulse pounded in my head and between my thighs. My muscles clenched tightly with an overwhelming need. He slipped his arm around me, escorting me to the door. By the time he shut the door of my room behind us, my hands were on the fly of his jeans. I worked the button free of its hole and pulled the zipper down. One hand dipped into the opening, closing around the semi-erect length of his cock.

I stroked him, looking up to gauge his reaction. His mouth took mine in a heated kiss, his hands reaching for my breasts. I groaned as he cupped them, my head falling back on my shoulders. "I want you inside of me."

"Of course, honey," he whispered. His tongue ran up my throat, sending shivers through me. My head swam and my free hand clutched at him. He brought his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I looked up at him, suddenly finding his face to be a long way from mine. "Relax, honey. Let the drug work. Don't fight it."

"Drug?" I questioned, the word slurred. My tongue felt thick in my mouth. My head was swimming quickly, making me close my eyes to avoid being ill. My neck suddenly became like jelly, and my head dropped forward to rest against his well muscled chest. "You don't want to fuck me?" I managed to get the words out. They were heavy and thick and completely graceless. But they were understandable.

"I suppose I could fuck you, if that's what you," he whispered near my ear. Even in my foggy state, the faint note of heat in his voice was noticeable enough that another round of shivers crept up and down my spine. "Seeing as you'd be unconscious for the majority of it, I don't see the purpose. Not only that, but I'd like to keep all my parts right where they are."

"I don't understand," I shook my head, more to try and clear the fuzziness from my brain than in confusion. My legs went weak. If not for his arms around me, I would have fallen to the floor. He swung me up in his arms, lowering his head to kiss me once again. His lips against mine were soft and gentle, and I swore they were full of regret.

"I'm a bounty hunter, honey. I was paid a large sum of money to find you and take you back," he whispered, now moving for the door. I could feel darkness taking hold and fought it instinctively. "So, I tracked you down, drugged you, and now I'm taking you back. Don't get me wrong, honey. I'd love to fuck you. But my employer would kill me."

"Fucking bastard!" I spat, my voice low and difficult to understand. He chuckled only a moment before the world went dark.

~*~*~*~*~

When I awoke, my head throbbed painfully. My mouth felt like cotton, all thick and dry and slightly wooly. It was dark where ever I was. And cold. And it was the cold that brought awareness to me with screaming clarity. The floor beneath me was cold and hard. Like stone. My legs from knees to feet were pressed against the hard surface. Something was pulled tight over my legs, one over each thigh, holding me down in what would have been a kneeling position, had my torso not been laying over them.

My arms had been pulled behind my back and locked together with cuffs of some sort. My hands were slightly numb and my arms ached. I tried shifting them into a more comfortable position and heard the rattle of a chain. It was connected to the short chain between the two cuffs and pulled tight, lifting my arms up off my back a short distance. The position wrenched my shoulders painfully.

I shifted as best I could, trying to aleviate some of the pressure and pain on my arms, but it didn't help. It only served to let me know that the clothes I had been wearing were no longer there. As I lay there, head bowed and body crying in pain, I felt the cold air flow over my body. It moved slowly, as if it were a lover, caressing every inch of my skin. Gooseflesh rose and I shuddered. I had no clue where I was or why. I could only vaguely recall the incident in my small room with the blonde. What was it he had said to me?

I struggled to recall his words, but they evaded me. Thinking so hard only brought about a worse pounding in my head. I wanted to put my head down, rest it against the floor beneath me. But I couldn't without ripping my arms from their sockets. I whimpered into the silence and darkness, my brain a painful whirl of activity. I was afraid. Afraid of where I was, of what would happen to me. Afraid of so many things. I was so consumed with my fear and worry that I failed to notice the sound of a door scraping open in the darkness somewhere. I failed to notice the scent of expensive cologne as it filled the air. I didn't know that anyone was there.

Then the lights came up. My head burst into agonizing pain, a slamming throb that left me momentarily blind with it. When I could see again, I had to blink against the light until my eyes adjusted. I looked up when sight was once more available to me. Lifting my head proved as hurtful as trying to shift my arms, so I simply turned it to the side and glanced around. To my right, there was a large wooden door that stood open. My eyes went wide as I stared.

In the open doorway stood two men. They were opposites of one another, one the dark and the other the light. Black and blonde hair hung long on both of them, somehow complimenting the alabaster of their skin. Two pairs of blue eyes were locked onto me, one pair the darkest of blues I'd ever seen while the other pair reminded me of those of a Husky. I was captivated by them and found that I couldn't, didn't want to, tear my gaze away.

As one, they smiled. It was beautiful and frightening to behold all at the same time. Again, almost as if they were one being in two bodies, they stepped into the room and pushed the door closed behind them. I shivered, and I think it was from more than the cold air. They stopped a few feet from me and stared down. "It took him long enough," the blonde snapped.

"She was hiding in the center of the city of Lost Angeles. It took him time to track her down," the dark man responded. I could hear an accent on both of them, though it was only a slight one, as if they had stopped speaking their native language a long time ago. He eyed me with a strange gleam in his eyes. "A fitting place for a fallen angel, non?"

"She is no angel. She knows how Mikael died," the blonde snapped, the corner of his lip curling up in a snarl. I once more shuddered at the hatred in his cold blue eyes.

"I know this, mon ami. And she will tell us. We will find a way to... pry the information from her," his companion stated softly. His voice was pitched low, the sound of it sending waves of pleasure washing through me. I felt my nipples tighten up further, until they were so stiff that they ached. My pussy clenched with need. I held back the moan, not wanting him to know he had affected me in so base a manner simply with his voice.

"Perhaps torture would suit her. Mikael was killed in such a way as to suggest an animal," the blonde glared at me. My eyes flew wide as it all clicked into place. Mikael, the Vampire that had been ripped to shreds in my living room. The Vampire that I was certain I had torn apart. That meant the two men staring at me were Vampires, too.

"Oh my gods!" I moaned, fear rocketing through my system like a drug. It overwhelmed me, sharpening the cold. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Already she cowers, and we have done nothing to her yet," the blonde spat, his tone clearly displaying his disgust with me.

"There are all kinds of torture, little one," the dark headed man assured me, that almost physical caress evident in his voice again. I couldn't hold back the moan this time, my eyes closing as the pleasure mingled with the fear along my nerves. His voice was dark silk, soft and soothing, slipping over parts of me that no one should have been able to touch with any part of them. My body responded, moisture beginning to flood my cunt. I arched against my bonds, sending shockwaves of pain crashing into the pleasure. I didn't know what happened or how, but suddenly I was making a noise in my throat, my body strung tight while I climaxed.

A flush stained my cheeks when I heard the pattering noise of something warm and wet hitting the cold stone. At first, I thought I had come so hard that juices had slithered down my legs to drop onto the stone floor beneath me. Then the sharp pain invaded the haze of pleasure and I felt sticky warmth on my throat. I'd been bitten and I couldn't recall it happening. I opened my eyes to find a set of feet near my head.  It took only a moment for me to realize what had happened. "Please don't kill me," I whispered.

"I have no intention of killing you, my little fallen angel," the dark one's voice fondled me once more. My eyes slipped shut against my will. His hand reached out to gently cup a cheek. His fingers were soft and warm against my cheek. "But I will force you to tell me what you know of Mikael's death."

"I don't know," I shook my head, trying to look at one of them. "I don't know what happened. I swear it."

"You were the last one to see him alive," the blonde growled at me.

"I don't know!" I retorted hotly.

"In the last spasms of his death, Mikael called to me," the dark one said in a tone that lacked any emotion. "I saw you through his eyes. You were the last one. You must know something."

"Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow!" I spat, tears slipping from my eyes. My body trembled in my bonds and I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't remember what had happened, couldn't recall anything after seeing the dead Vampire's fangs. The feet near my head stepped away from me, his boot heels clicking sharply on the stone.

"Bring her," his voice snapped. The cold hand of fear clutched at me and I tried to struggle in the cuffs that held me. The blonde laughed at he moved to tower over me, his hands reaching down to remove the chain that held my arms up. I whimpered as the sore limbs slapped down onto my back. Then the blonde was pushing my into a kneeling position, his hands unbuckling the leather straps that had been secured over my thighs.

Blood rushed into body parts that tingled with the renewed circulation. I found I couldn't stand, though. I could barely move after my confinement and it made me wonder how long I had been bound in that position. The blonde finally pulled me up to my feet and dragged me along side of him. My legs were like jelly and hardly worked, but I didn't fall as I'd thought  I would. We moved from one side of the room to the other, to a chair of the oddest design.

It was made of wood, hinged where the back met the seat. I was shoved into it, my arms bound to a ring embedded into the front of the chair by means of a length of chain. The position left my fingers just barely within reach of my needy pussy. I started when I felt the leather straps circle my body, one above and one below my breasts. The top one went under my arms so that it didn't interfere with the placement of my hands. A third was locked about my hips, while a fourth was secured about my neck so that I couldn't move my head without choking myself.

The blonde smiled at me, sending shivers through my body. He turned away from me and moved across the room to a table. My eyes were locked to him as one long hand searched through whatever was strewn across the top of it. Finally, he turned and looked at me, a smile on his face that brought a whimper to my lips. He turned fully to come back to the chair and my eyes bulged when I saw what he held.

The dildo in his hands was huge. It had to be at least twelve inches long and three inches in diameter. The sides were carved with veins, the head a bulbous thing that looked like it could kill a cow. As I studied it further, I realized that it was nothing ever bought in a store. It was too smooth and rigid. As he drew nearer, I got a better look at it and knew it to be made of marble. I shuddered as he held it up before my face. "I should like to see how long you can ride this before you beg for release."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Then the chair was being jerked back into a reclining position. Something cold and metallic brushed my inner thighs and  I squirmed. Whatever it was, it was embedded in the chair. The dark headed one looked to the angry blonde and smiled. "If you will use that, you must put its partner into play, too."

"Good idea, mon ami," he nodded, then went back to the table. When he returned a second time, he held a skinnier version of the monstrous dildo. I shook my head, knowing what they had planned. The second dildo was about seven inches long and an inch in diameter.

"Feed her the smaller one first. Then fill her," the man at my head instructed. I watched as the blonde went down on his knees between my own splayed legs. I felt his hands run up my thighs, his fingers digging harshly into my flesh before pushing them apart further. One hand held them open while the other reached toward the items on the floor. He held up the smaller of the dildos, allowing me to look at it for a few moments before sliding it between my legs.

The cold, smooth surface of the head touched the puckered ring of my ass and I tensed. My tightened muscles did not deter him. In fact, they seemed to entice and arouse him. He put the flat of his hand against the bottom edge and pushed with more force. A scream tore from my lips as the marble phallus broke the tight ring open and slid into my ass. There was a faint, metallic click, and the dildo was fully embedded within my rear.

I bore down on it, trying to push it out of my body. It moved only so far, then stopped. It wasn't far enough to give me any relief.  I tried moving my hips, arching them or wiggling them, but the strap prevented any deep movements. I whimpered, my ass throbbing dully with the pain. The blonde smiled at me, an unfriendly, cold smile that made me shudder. Then I felt the cold marble press against the opening of my pussy. Though I was wet and ready, it was still so large that he had to force it into me. My whimpers became screams, the sound reverberating off the walls loudly. My back tried to lift up off the chair but couldn't. My head thrashed from side to side, tears leaking from my eyes. Then the chair was returned to its upright position. Both dildos slid in further.

Somehow, and I wasn't sure how I was doing it, I had found a way to keep from sitting down on both toys fully. The blonde saw this and his hands settled over my waist. He pressed on it firmly, somehow managing to draw my hips forward so that my weight was on the phallus in my cunt. The steady pressure saw me sliding even further down onto the marble cock until it broke past my cervix and invaded my womb. My screams became silent, my cheeks flooded with my tears. He knelt before me, staring me in the eye. "How did Mikael die?"

"I... don't... know..." I gasped, trying to find some way to lever my body up. When that didn't work, I tried clenching my muscles tight to force the hard marble out of me. This action only resulted in more pain. I was crying now, my body burning with intense pain. The dildo was so large that it felt as if the muscled walls of my pussy were stretched beyond capacity. The one in my ass pressed hard to its neighbor. The two of them combined felt as if they would split me in two.

"That is not the answer I am looking for, my little fallen angel,"  the dark one whispered in my ear. I shuddered, feeling the velvet of his voice wash over me. Muscles tightened with need and I was once more screaming as the pain rode me.

"Its the only answer I have to give!" I gasped out, trying to force myself to relax. It was no use. My body was strung tight with pain and arousal, the two marble toys embedded in me making it impossible for me to calm myself.

"Then I think more persuasion is needed," the blonde told me, his voice a low, sensual caress that had me shuddering. He nodded to the dark one, then moved away. I watched, crying and shaking and wanting something I couldn't name, as the dark Vampire knelt next to me. On his knees, he looked me straight in the eye. His eyes were the bluest I had ever seen, and I could feel myself falling into them, swimming in the darkness in them. I must have whimpered or made some noise, because his hand cupped my cheek. He leaned forward to kiss me on the lips.

My eyes closed when his lips, petal soft and full, touched mine. The kiss was all heat and silk, mind melting and mind numbing at the same time. My nipples hardened, my cunt clenching tighter over the phallus shoved into it. The cry of pain that rolled up my throat was swallowed down by the man kissing me so ardently. I started when his hand slipped up to cup my breast, his fingers worrying the nipple.

His mouth slipped lower, leaving my lips to trail soft caresses over my cheek, jaw and throat. For a moment, I thought he would once more sink his fangs into my neck, but he didn't. He moved on and left a burning path of gentle kisses over my shoulder and down across the upper curve of my breast. When the moist heat of his mouth took my nipple, I gasped. My back tried to arch, made impossible by the leather straps that held me to the chair. His tongue flicked over the nipple, enhancing my need. My hands fisted in my lap.

In a moment, though, they were digging into my thighs. I screamed again as his fang pierced the flesh of the tight nub. He stayed where he was for a moment longer, then withdrew the sharp tooth and lifted his head. The thin metal piece was cold as it slipped into the hole left behind by his fang. I shivered with the skirl of pleasure that skittered up my spine, mixing with the pain already overwhelming my system. Before I could gather my scattered thoughts, my other nipple was subjected to the same treatment. In only a few minutes, I found myself with pierced nipples, the twin peaks of flesh throbbing with dull pain.

"How did Mikael die?" the blonde asked me, his voice soft and gentle. The timbre of it washed over me, immersing me in the unreal sensations of being caressed by his words. My body responded sharply, an orgasm bursting forth out of the mounting pain. I convulsed in my bonds, the tightening of my muscles bringing fresh pain. It was a viscious circle. Intense pain melted into intense pleasure, while mind altering pleasure swirled into mind numbing pain. If they kept this up, I would pass out from the highly stimulating sensations.

I couldn't speak to answer him. I was reduced to shaking my head mutely in the negative. He scowled at me, bringing shivers of fear to life in my body. I started when I felt the gentle touch of the dark headed one, his hand skimming over the hollow of my belly. I jerked in my bonds when his fingers touched my clit. The small nubbin of flesh was hyper sensitive and it only took a light caress of his finger to send me screaming over the edge. This orgasm was intense. As my body shuddered and shook with release, I felt the edges of darkness crowd my vision.

"Tell me how Mikael died," his voice was soft and honeyed. I shook my head and felt his finger press once more into my clit. I let loose a loud scream that reverberated off the stone walls. My eyes manages to focus on the dark one for a moment before they rolled up into my head and I slipped into unconsciousness.

~*~*~*~*~

When I awoke, it was to find that I was once more bound. I almost lay completely on my stomach with the position I had been put in. My arms were pulled out to my sides, my knees spread wide. It left my pussy gaping open. Even sitting there, I could feel the muscles still closing over the phantom of the marble cock that had been in it. My ass hurt, as did my cunt, from the thickness and depth of the twin marble toys that had been embedded within them. Stretched and positioned as I was, it felt as if I were open and exposed. I swore that both parts of me that had been invaded were gaping open for the world to see. It surprised me to find that I wasn't as embarrassed about it as I perhaps should have been.

My nipples still throbbed, bringing to mind the way they had been pierced. I shuddered to recall his mouth wrapped around them, how he'd caressed them and teased them with his lips and tongue. My body pulsed, muscles clenching tightly. Something heavy and viscous slid from between my parted thighs. I looked down and saw blood staining the pristine white of the silken material beneath me. A kernal of fear sprang to life in me, flooding my system with the need to be free and leave. To run. A sob tore from my throat as I thought of my life and how this was not the way I'd pictured it ending.

"Hush, my little angel. There is no need to be so afraid," the dark voice cooed from behind me. I shivered and strained at my bonds, wishing I was not tied in so compromising a position. I could only imagine what kind of picture I made from the back and it was embarrassing. A cool hand curved over the swell of one ass cheek, his fingers stroking lightly over my flesh. It was gentle and soothing and sensual and hedonistic all at once. I sighed and moaned, the sound an odd one that was so soft I was surprised I could hear it. But it was also strong enough to fill the room, echo from the walls and slide over my flesh like a lover's hand, caressing me and arousing me further. I was humiliated, frightened and horny.

The fingers trailed up my back, following the line of my spine. Some thing warm and not quite real trickled over my skin, and it was as if I could feel him in me. On me. Around me. Filling me, yet not. I shuddered, a moan rolling up my throat. Somewhere inside of me, I knew that this was why I didn't really date and why I hadn't yet found a man who excited me. I craved this. The absolute submission. The inability to move. Having my choices taken from me. The pain excited me, drove me closer to the edge of maddening relief. My stomach clenched as this man... this Vampire... filled me with some part of him that wasn't solid but was far too real to be ignored. I screamed as the orgasm crashed over me, my limbs shaking from the force of my climax.

He had done this to me. He had made me mindless and boneless with nothing more than a touch. He'd done it before with his voice. What would happen if he used his cock? That part of him that was meant to give to and take pleasure from a woman. How would I react to that? My blood pulsed in my veins, my body silently begging him to show me. To fill me up until I overflowed with him and then to fill me more. To never stop until I was no longer me, but part of him. Inextricably. I must have whimpered or said something. The hand on my back moved to my face, stroking my cheek until I turned my head to find his fingers. My lips latched onto one of the long digits, sucking it into my mouth as if it were that other part of him.

My mind rolled, suddenly filled with an image of his cock in my mouth. He was shining and flushed pink, hard and soft and thick and long and bruising as he shoved in and out of the open cavity of my mouth. The feeling of pleasure spiralled through my system, pulling my belly tight again. Then it was intensified when the image shifted and changed. He was still in my mouth, fucking it almost ruthlessly. But the blonde was behind me, his hips matching each stroke of the dark one as his cock, a golden pink that was wonderful and painful and punishing, pushed in and out of my cunt. My body was liquid and solid all at once, aching with need and throbbing with pain.

I felt the orgasm take me, heard my scream flood the room. The finger was still in my mouth, the image gone. I shook in my bonds, every part of me drained of strength and thrumming with need. I couldn't understand what was happening. Why were these two men, so opposite of one another yet each other's complimenting half, affecting me like this when no one had ever managed to make me think of them more than once or twice. I'd had casual affairs, never relationships. And yet, now, these two were the very picture of what I wanted. What I needed. I turned my head to the side, panting and unfocused, and saw them both looking down at me.

The light and the dark. Angels of Heaven or Hell. I didn't know. I didn't care. I only knew I wanted them to use me. Take me and fuck me and hurt me and love me and worship me and make me feel complete and whole. How had this happened?  Had they done it, or had something inside of me opened when it had recognized them? Somehow, I knew without a doubt that I belonged to them in a way that defied rational reason. I couldn't explain how I knew or why I was so sure. I just knew.

My mind was awhirl. I was confused. I could still feel the part of me that hungered for escape and freedom, the part that ached to be untied and set lose. The part that wanted to run and hide. But it was drowning. Slowly. Drowning in the deep abyss of desire and lust. Sinking away from the rational part of my brain to leave only the creature of need that they had brought to life. I was not me anymore. I was part of them, nothing without them. And all of this had been achieved without much more than some heavy petting and serious foreplay. The demon of my lusts was riding me hard, whispering in my ear that I couldn't leave them. I would cease to exist with out the two of them to touch me and fuck me and bleed me and tie me down.

"Tell me of Mikael," the dark one said, his voice a gentle caress that sent a series of shivers along my body.

"I met him in a bar," I replied, finally giving him the part of the story that I could. I stopped and swallowed, forcing the dryness from my throat. "He bought me a few drinks and then asked me if he could come back to my place. I said yes. He was so good looking. And I wanted him."

"But?" the golden colored one asked, his voice no more than a whisper on the air. I shuddered at the touch of it on my skin. He smiled, softly, and my eyes fluttered shut in a sharp stab of pleasure.

"We got to my house and we were kissing. Then I looked up and I saw fangs. I don't know what happened," I told them, whimpering as I recalled the incident and the anger of the blonde when he'd asked me about it before. A hand soothed the hair on my head and I immediately calmed. "One minute, we were kissing one another, our hands exploring, the next saw me freeze in absolute terror. I don't know what happened. I tried to scream, tried to move. Tried to do something. But I couldn't. Then I must have passed out. From fear. The world when dark. When I woke up, I was laying in the middle..."

I stopped and swallowed, some of the revulsion from that night swelling up in me. I had to wait for a while before I was sure I wouldn't retch in front of them both. I could still see the scene clearly in my head.

"Go on, my angel," the dark one's voice was soothing and soft. It sent waves of calm sliding over me and I sighed in contentment.

"When I woke up, I was laying across his chest. He was strewn across the room like some child's doll that had been torn apart. I don't know what happened. All I can think is that I went absolutely insane and blacked out while breaking him into pieces. We were the only ones there and its the only way things could have happened," I finished so softly that I barely heard myself.

"I saw the scene. To do such a thing would have taken immense strength. Strength she doesn't have," I heard a new voice say. I flushed crimson, mortally embarrassed to be tied and naked and exposed as I was before a complete stranger. I dropped my face into the white cloth beneath me and tried to force myself to breathe.

"You are sure of this?" the blonde one asked. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, shifting some of the black tresses from my neck. The hand that circled it was strong and cold. Fingers tighted around the back of my throat, as if they would snap my neck. I held my breath, fear and pleasure battling as they worked their way through me. I felt my body clench, felt more warm fluids slide from my body. Something must have been badly damamged for me to be bleeding as I was.

"I saw the scene. He was thrown around the room like a rag doll. She's nothing more than a human who was in the wrong place at the wrong time," the voice assured him. The hand on my neck loosened, but did not move away. Instead, it slid over my back and down toward my ass. I shuddered when one finger pressed against the tender opening there. A moan slipped out of me when that single digit pressed inward. Despite my position, which limited the amount of moving I could do, my hips rocked back, pushing more of the finger into the abused passage.

"Then who killed Mikael?" the blonde one hissed, and I felt his anger like a living breathing thing as it pulsed through me. The finger jabbed deep and I shook, knowing now that the blonde had been ready to kill me. That he was presently delving deeper into my anus with one finger, his anger pushing him forward. Even the feel of that, his cold and mindless anger, washing over me was like an aphrodisiac to me. I sighed, flexing my muscles to tighten them over him. More heavy fluid dripped from me, but I didn't care.

"I don't know. Yet. But I'm working on it," the voice was starting to sound familiar. It stopped a moment, then spoke up again. "Why is she bleeding?"

"It is none of your business," the voice was cold and closed. I wasn't sure which of the two men it belonged to, it was so different from the voices I knew.

"You asked me to find her. I did it as a special favor. You know I don't hunt people anymore. Though this one gave me a bit of trouble. She didn't do anything. She shouldn't have been harmed. If you're going to abuse her, I'll take her back to Los Angeles and lose her in the crowds," the third person said, and I shook with fear. I didn't want to leave. Did I?

"She does not wish to leave us," this was the dark one, speaking as if he was reading my mind. I knew it just as I knew it was his hand that stroked up over my back, past the finger still lodged in my ass and down into the bloodied channel of my pussy. Two of his fingers slipped in. I cried out with pain and pleasure, my hips rocking back into his hand. "Do you, my fallen angel?"

"No," I whispered, my head still buried in the white cloth.

"What was that?" he asked me, and both his hand and the blonde's slipped a little deeper. I gasped, then writhed as ecstacy rolled through me.

"No, Master," I repeated, somehow knowing that it was those words he'd been looking for. I wanted to feel them inside of me. I didn't care about the other person in the room. I didn't care that I had been damaged, injured by the marble phallus. I didn't care that they could kill me without thought. I didn't care about anything but the incredible need building in my body. I was ready to explode, tendrils of lust and pleasure still fighting for dominance with the fear and pain. I must have said something out loud, for the dark one's other hand moves up to stroke my hair away from my face. The fingers pressing into my bleeding, aching core never moved, but I could see his face out of the corner of my eye.

"What did you say, my angel?" he asked me. His voice was soft and dark and beautiful, like angels singing a lament to the dying. I could just envision that voice luring people unwittingly to their deaths, like the sirens who dragged sailors to their watery graves. I moaned softly, my body shifting, rustling like leaves on a faint wind.

"I want you inside of me," I repeated. It was only a whisper of sound, barely audible in the vast cavern of the room. I closed my eyes, my tongue darting out to lick at my lips. They were dry and chapped.

"Tell all of us what you wish for, my angel," he smirked as he said it. I could feel it in his words alone. It took all of my courage to take a breath and open my eyes, then speak loudly and clearly into the room.

"I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me," I told them all. And somehow, I meant all of them. The bounty hunter who had dragged me back to the worst and best situation of my life. The dark angel, who was presently sliding his fingers in and out of my hot pussy. The blonde angel, full of anger and pain as he stabbed a single digit into my bottom ruthlessly.

"What say you?" the dark one, the gentle one, asked. I wasn't sure who he was asking. I didn't care.

"Is it not what we had planned on?" this from the blonde. I sighed and shuddered, my hands curling around the cloth beneath them.

"Much as I bemoan the missed opportunity, I refuse to share with either of you," the bounty hunter told them. And I knew he was gone. I also knew that I would never see him again. I was sure on that. There was nothing from either of the Vampires in the room. Then the fingers and hands were gone from inside of me. I felt hands work at my bonds and I lifted my head.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head only slightly. Both men stopped and looked at me, their eyes mirroring the same question. I swallowed, licked my lips again, and spoke before I lost my nerve. "No, don't untie me. I want you to take me like this. To fuck me as I am."

"It will not be easy on you. It will not be comfortable," the dark one moved to kneel before me. I stared at him, taking in the beauty of his finely sculpted face. He was so beautiful, he took my breath away. I let him see the hunger in my eyes. The growing need. I let him see that I wanted him now.

"Please. I want it this way," I told him softly. He nodded and then stood. I turned my head and watched as he looked at the blonde. The two of them seemed to communicate silently, then they moved as if as one. Four hands reached for buttons at the same moment, slipping them free in sync. The shirts fell to the ground, forgotten, as they both went for their pants. Both wore leather, and I could see that they were already aroused.

I was caught, ensnared by the twin movements. Long, pale, elegant hands seemed to be working from one mind, untying the crotch of the pants before slipping them down. I think I moaned when they both stood before me naked. I know I convulsed. Felt things inside my body shift and move, clench and ache in preparation and need. I didn't care that I was sore all over. I didn't care that they had kidnapped me and meant to torture and kill me. I didn't care, because I was alive and they were going to slide their throbbing cocks into me and fuck me until I died from pleasure. It was written in the lines of their faces, in the dark, smouldering depths of their eyes.

"If you are sure," the voice slithered over me like silk, winding itself into my brain until I cried out with a mix of need and release. The small orgasm saw my eyes close and my body relax against the surface I was bound to. I didn't know who had spoken, or if it had been both of them. I only knew that one moment, I was coherent enough to count my toes. The next, I was seeing colors swirl and collide, feeling my body melt into a puddle and resolidify into something else. As I lay on the white silk, panting for breath and pretending my heart knew how to beat properly, I felt hands cup my face and my ass.

They both touched me at the same moment, and I convulsed and sighed and shuddered into nothingness. All from a simple touch. I felt their lips touch me at precisely the same moment. One took my mouth while the other covered my swollen lips. I felt their tongues stroke me. I arched and writhed as they fucked me with thier tongues. And then it was over almost as quickly as it began. Their mouths lifted away and fingers took place of their lips.

I moaned loudly as one finger sank deep into my ass and two more speared my cunt. One also pushed into my mouth and I sucked it as I had the dark one's finger earlier. The vision came to me again, only this time the two of them had switched positions. The blonde was plundering my mouth while the dark one rode me from behind. I felt my body open up, as if it had been shut tight and locked closed like a door to some forbidden room. Something flowed out from behind that door, but I had no idea what it was. It merely came forth and took control and I was suddenly almost fluid in my movements.

I opened my mouth, wide. It was all the man before me needed. I felt the head of his cock settle against my lips, so large that he nudged them wider. At the same moment, the head of the other's cock pressed the opening to my core. I sensed a silent count in my head, then they both pushed forward together. I moaned around the long shaft gliding effortlessly into my mouth, slipping down my throat. It was scary and wonderful, because it was something I had never been able to do before. But I wasn't me now. I was me, and more. So much more.

The erection that filled my pussy from behind was marvelous and thick and long and it fit tightly into me. When both of them stopped moving, I felt as if I'd been spitted like a suckling pig over an open flame. I was impaled on two glorious erections. I was aching and tired and sore and still bleeding. And I didn't care. I was filled. Not just physically, but emotionally, as well. This was where I belonged.

They pulled back as one, then thrust forward together. I arched and squirmed against my bonds, wanting to be free and wanting to be tied down further. I wanted them to go slow, be delicate and gentle. I wanted them to fuck me until I ruptured something. I wanted to go mindless, boneless. I wanted to become nothing and everything. I wanted them to unleash the newer me and feed it until it consumed me and I was no longer this me. I wanted to feel them take me and abuse me and make me their own.

Thoughts strayed out of my head, left me with nothing but the feeling of the two of them pistoning in and out of my body. I rode them as best I could with my limbs bound down. Already, I could feel the pull of muscles and the ache that would throb dully for days to come. But I didn't mind. I was flying, exulting in the feel of the two of them taking me in such a manner. As if I were some slave or whore. I shuddered at the thought. I pulsed at the thought. Even with them inside of me, with one of them sawing back and forth in the tight passage of my cunt, I felt myself gush with fluid. I was so horny and so close. All I needed was a little push.

I screamed around the length filling my mouth, the orgasm rolling thorugh me like fast moving storm clouds. It bowled me over, sent my metaphysical self sprawling in the thick, cloying pool of passion and lust and desire. I was caught, drowning in the pleasure that rocked my body. And it didn't stop. His finger didn't stop. It stroked over my clit, pushing the orgasm further. Sustaining it, drawing it out until I thought my body would combust in flames. And, somewhere in the back of my head, I was screaming for them to fuck me harder. Begging them.

They did.

In unison, they quickened their pace, deepened their thrusts. Put more force into their hip's movements. I was trapped between the two of them, but I wasn't struggling. I was open and flowing around them. I was me, but I wasn't. I was something primal and ancient. Something natural, yet not. I was being fucked mercilessly from both ends and I was opening further for it. I was confused, didn't know this new me. This new me never did things like this. And yet, here I was. The middle of a Vampire sandwich, two wonderful cocks slipping in and out of me. And I enjoyed it.

Heavy pants filled the silence of the room, and I couldn't be sure if they were just mine, or if all three of us were making the noise. Gasping for breath. The one behind me changed his position, and my body cried out in joyful pleasure. He went deeper, hitting me harder. I moaned around the flesh in my mouth, sending vibrations up the length and into the groin it was attached to. There was an answering groan, this his speed increased. He was swelling in my mouth, stretching it wider, filling it with himself. I moaned again, shoving my hips back against the body behind me. He needed no further prodding. He fucked all the harder.

Both of them began to swell, filling me past comfortable. Past pleasureable pain. Past it all and into aching pain. I cried, my hands curled so tightly into fists that I felt my nails score my palms. And still my body craved them. It begged for them to continue. To be even more brutal. They heard it and answered the demand. My body writhed and shifted, searching for a way to pull away from them both. Even as it cried in ecstacy, enjoying the pain. Enjoying being impaled from both ends and used as if I were nothing more than a toy or possession.

I could feel the knot in my belly as it expanded. I was turned on and replulsed by what was happening. But the pleasure seemed to dominate the fear. My blood sang while my body rocked from one groin to the other. That other me, the one that had been locked away, was thriving with the mock abuse and all too real physical pain and discomfort. It was prodding my arousal to further heights, building the knot that meant I needed release. My hands flexed again, frustrated with the inability to touch myself, to send myself over the edge.

Then a hand was there. Soft and gentle. It slid between my thighs, zeroing in on my clit. A finger stroked feather light over the sensitive nubbin, sending me into a fevered state. I writhed against my bonds in such wonderous pleasure, my mouth making noises around the cock that rocked in and out of it. It was Heaven and Hell and the two of them were my own personal angels and demons. I was spiralling upward in joy while crumbling in fear at the same time. The fingertip brushed over my again. It was the only prompting I needed.

I screamed loudly, even through the meat that filled my mouth, while my body convulsed and clutched at the man buried deep in my cunt. I held him in place, rippling muscles milking his own release from him. He went over the edge with a cry that added a second orgasm to my first as it was still riding me. I could feel the hot ropes of his seed fill me as his cock jerked and strained within me. Then the man in front of me slammed in once, hard, and he exploded. His seed filled my mouth, slid down my throat so that I had to swallow it.

Then the world was gray and fuzzy and I lay limply on the surface I was bound to. My body was wracked with shivers and spasms. Both men were still partially hard within me and gave small, half-hearted thrusts. I moaned softly, feeling sleep pull at me, pull at the new me, so that we only wanted to lay down and drift off and take the pleasure and pain into our dreams. What seemed like ages was only a few moments. Then I felt my lovers, my Masters, slip from me and each of them moved to either side of me.

The buckles and restraints were released and each one of them carefully lifted me until I was up in a kneeling position. I looked from one to the other, smiling at the beauty before me. The beauty that was all mine. I felt faint, light headed. But I also felt as if I had been given my own corner of heaven. They looked at me, their faces blank of expression. But it lasted only for a moment. Suddenly, both were smiling at me and it was as if the sun had come out for me and me alone. It was so beautiful that I cried. Cried tears of joy and sorrow.

"Non, my angel. No crying after what has happened between us," the dark one told me. A look at him told me he'd been the one filling my pussy so well. Which meant the blonde had been in my mouth.

"I need sleep," I whispered, trying to shift my body so that I leaned on both of them. They solved it by lifting me off the raised platform and setting my feet on the ground, then walking with me slowly to the door.

We went out into a stone hallway, then turned and moved along the passageway to another door. It opened into a bedroom with the largest bed I'd ever seen. Both men took me to the bed, settled me on top of it. Crawled in next to me. Pulled me into their embraces and nestled me close to thier bodies. Sandwiching me as I drifted off.

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It was the pain that woke me. Not the pain of my body after such use. The pain of teeth in my throat. The feel of blood draining from me. I panicked a moment, then felt a cool, gentle touch. My eyes opened to find a pair of dark blue ones looking down at me. The smile on his face was tender. Real. I namaged a small smile, then winced as the pain flowed back to me.

My head was turned to the side, a hand on my cheek gently, yet firmly, holding it in place, exposing the line of my neck. I could feel silk across my breasts, and it moved as if it had a life of its own. I managed to get a look and see gold covering me in a fan. The blonde was at my throat, feeding from me. I should have been mad. Scared. Something. I was strangely calm and at peace. I lifted my arms up, cradled his head with my hands.

I sighed, my eyes closing as the pain slipped into something less. And more. But he lifted his head, my blood smeared across his lips. I don't know what made me do it, but my hands still clung to his skull. I dragged him down to me and kissed him, my lips taking the blood from his. My tongue licking at it. He shuddered and moaned, his hands moving to touch my breasts. They came to life for him, hardening and swelling for his fingers. I moaned this time, and more hands touched me. I arched into them as best I could with the blonde spilled halfway over me.

Then he was on top of me, his knees prodding my thighs wider. My eyes went to his, watched his face as he shoved himself into me. I arched, my back lifting off the softness of the mattress. My legs went around his waist, locking together and drawing him into me further. Pulling him closer. He didn't argue. He slid deep, filling me and stretching me. I was in bliss, in rapture. He was heavy inside of me, pressing deeper. It felt as if he would never stop. As if he would keep moving deeper and deeper into me until we became one.

"Do not be greedy with her, mon ami," the dark one said. "Share her with me."

"What do you have in mind?" the blond asked, halting his motion. I groaned loudly in disappointment.

"Roll onto your back. Make her ride you," he replied. I saw a glimmer in the pale blue eyes, then a smile lifted his lips. He did as he was told, rolling onto his back and taking me with. He never fell out of me, and his hands settled me on top of him. I found his rhythm quickly enough, shifting my hips up and down over the length of his turgid cock. His hands reached for me when he was certain the motion had been established, pulling me down to lay over his chest. My mouth worked at his plae flesh, leaving love bites and a trail of moisture across it.

It stopped when a finger pressed into my tight anus, cold and greasy. The finger moved slowly, smearing the thick gel around before leaving a moment, then coming back to repeat the process. I felt the muscles relaxing some. My attention slid back to the man beneath me for a heartbeat or two, then I gave a strangled cry when a cock forced itself into my ass. Slowly.

It took only a few long, painful moments for the dark headed man to fill me from behind. His hands curled around my hips and were covered by the hands of the blonde. All of our legs tangled together, then they were thrusting as one again and my mind slid away from me. All I knew was I was stretched tight by two of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen, had ever had the priviledge to know. I was full and aching and owned and completely happy.

I was stiff. I was sore. I was playing the part of the whore. I was someone I didn't know. I was wrapped around two Vampires who could kill me without a thought. I was tired. I ached in every part of my body. I wanted to run. I wanted to die in their arms. I didn't care about anything other than two things, though. I was where I belonged. I was home.