The beautiful vampire wore black to our appointment. The two
thugs that came with her wore black too, but they also wore shiny
silver pistols on their shoulder holsters and flashed pure white smiles
at me whenever I looked up at them. All three of them had pale white
skins and slightly red eyes. They also had an air of menace about them
that was as tangible as a knife-edge on bare buttocks. Before we began
to talk, I decided to believe those rumors I had been hearing about the
exotic nightlife of the city.
"My name is Acantha," she said. The accent was faint and
foreign. No last name was given and I understood that. My business
rarely used last names.
She offered her hand and I shook it. Her thugs tensed when I
touched her and didn’t relax till we had all taken our seats. I liked
her handshake. It was strong and very bold.
"Your recommendations were impressive," I said. They were. She
had the vouching of the mayor’s wife, several lawyers and a few local
CEO’s. Some of the names were of people I didn’t think would ever
reveal their secrets, so I was very impressed that she knew of their
diversions and their relationship with me.
She tilted her head at my compliment as if she couldn’t believe I
said something so obvious. Her long black hair was curled into
ringlets that reminded me of French Queens and English judges.
Acantha’s eyes narrowed in indignation and her arrogance was turning me
on.
"They are nothing," Acantha said. "They are people who pay me
tribute, and this month, I merely asked for the name of someone who
could help me. They told me of you. You’re Carl Kramer, Dominant to
the Powerful."
I smiled. It sounded a bit theatric, which was pleasing to my
ego. My clients were powerful. Very rich too. I didn’t care how much
money an ass made; I spanked it, teased it and fucked like any other.
"Tribute?" I asked.
Now it was Acantha’s turn to smile. "It would take too long to
explain the delicate balance between my kind and yours. Few things can
happen in my city without my permission and when they do, people
suffer. I am a ruler of men and the dead. Just know that my heel has
crushed greater men than you."
Now I frowned.
"One more threat and this interview is over," I said.
The thugs took a step forward. I kept my eyes on Acantha. As
pretty as she was, that wasn’t a problem. She met my gaze with a scowl
that slowly turned to a smile.
"I understand," she said. Her accent was hypnotic. "But you too
must understand. I have ruled for this state for two centuries. I
have ripped the throats of countless vampires who have tried to usurp
me. I have kissed the blood of a thousand handsome men and I have had
governors lick my feet for my approval. I am a creature of power and
violence."
"My enemies are countless and I rule through fear and aggression.
I tire of it but I don’t tire enough to step down. I enjoy my position
but it has limited my personal life. It is difficult to take a lover
without understanding the power I grant them, or the political
decisions it impacts or the image of weakness it can present. Any man
I fuck knows his life is mine to smite if they displease me. Any man I
fuck fears me and they should. Those brave enough to fuck me are
usually too ambitious to be content with just being between my thighs.
Brave lovers are not to be trusted and cowards are not to be fucked.
This bores me."
"Vampires have sex?"
Acantha chuckled. "Oh yes. We keep our same urges and needs.
It is just that our need for blood is stronger. Sex isn’t as
pleasurable as feeding, but it’s something that I find myself enjoying
sex more as I mature. My tastes are also maturing and it is making it
harder to find lovers that can please me"
I smiled. "You have different tastes from most women, don’t
you?"
She smiled. "Yes. I have spent time with the sadists of London
and Paris. I have enjoyed the kiss of the whip and the bite of the
cuff. It is enjoyable for me to inflict pain but I miss being at its
mercy. When I took over this region, I could no longer permit myself
to enjoy that pastime. As you can imagine, it is impossible for me to
enjoy that submission with any of my lackeys. A man who whips me one
night will be hesitant to obey me the next. That is why I need you."
I tried to pretend that I was thinking about it but it was
useless. This deadly creature with her strange story intrigued me. My
life was in her hands and she could snuff it at a whim. She was more
dangerous than any bank executive or influential politician. I had to
have her.
"Tell me more about vampires, and I’ll let you know if I can do
it."
"You will do it," Acantha said. She held up her hand and
apologized. "No, it wasn’t a threat. I can smell the blood moving to
between your legs. I know that you have accepted already. Your need
to control the powerful was known to me before I came here."
I kept silent but she was right. "Just tell me what I need to
know to do my job."
An hour later and a generous cash advance later, I penciled her
in for next Wednesday.
The week passed and the next Wednesday she arrived at sundown.
Once her check was in my hands, I showed her to my playroom. Her thugs
waited in my lobby. I offered them some magazines and they were not
polite in declining. Their barely repressed hostility towards me made
me glad that my playroom door had three automatic deadbolts.
"You didn’t tell me what to wear, Carl," Acantha said.
"You’re right," I said. I walked around her and admired her
dress. She was wearing a sleeveless black silk dress that clung to her
body. Small gray skull designs were barely visible on the cloth. Her
cleavage was impressive and a bit indecent but I enjoyed it. I had
never seen breasts that pale. The dress exposed her bare back but her
long black hair came halfway down her smooth skin. Instead of shoes
she was wearing sandals with straps that came up to her knees. She was
dressed to fuck and perhaps command. It had to go.
"Are you mine for the night?" I said.
"Yes," the undead queen said.
"To use as I wish?" I asked.
"Of course," she said.
"Then my first command for you is to stand here, and reach up for
these manacles."
Acantha looked up at the manacles hanging from the ceiling and
hesitated. She could see the gleam of the stainless steel. The
manacles were thick, about three inches in width. The vampire knew
there would be no breaking those bands. It would be the first time she
would be helpless in decades and she had to do it to herself.
"Afraid?" I asked.
Acantha said a nasty word and then raised those smooth pale arms.
Using a stool, I reached up and snapped them around her wrists. Once
the manacles clicked around her wrists, I let out the breath I didn’t
know I was holding.
"Normally I would engage in some foreplay but I doubt you need
it," I said. "You’ve waited lifetimes for tonight, haven’t you?"
She didn’t answer. Acantha was unused to being bound and it was
making her angry. Her red lips were curled into a dismissing sneer.
"See this knife?" I said. I held it up to her face and when she
knew what it was, she flinched back.
"That’s right, its silver," I said. "You told me that silver
burns the undead. Its not fatal but it burns like a cat scratch on
skin and it burns like molten iron if it actually cuts you."
"Careful," Acantha said. There was menace in that single word.
Her eyes promised to kill my friends, my distant relatives and then me
if I wasn’t didn’t heed her warning.
I paid her no mind. Starting at her underarm, I slit the black
silk dress. Acantha hissed as the silver knife tip touched her skin
but she remained perfectly still. An angry red line appeared on her
skin and impulsively I kissed the rising welt. The heat on her skin
surprised me.
After slitting the dress on one side, I did the same to her other
side. Down from her underarm, touching the line of her chest down to
her hips and then onto her long lovely legs, the silver knife split her
dress and stung her pale flesh. Acantha pulled on her chains but the
strong woman didn’t shift or move under the touch of the knife.
"Now for the fun parts," I said. I held the knife under her lips
and she lifted her chin in defiance. The knife point hooked under the
throat of her dress and I slowly pulled it down. My eyes feasted on
the sight of her pale breasts slowly spilling forward out of the
confines of the dress. The magic of the silver enflamed her skin and I
saw her tight belly quiver as I dragged the knife down. The dress
parted to reveal a thick bush of brown hair and I resisted the urge to
graze the knife over her sex.
Once her dress was slit in three places, I really went to work
with the knife. My cuts were quick and efficient. I slashed her dress
open in dozens of places and all the while Acantha hissed and moaned as
the silver knife burned her skin. Not once did I cut her skin but the
speed of my cuts kept her in a constant state of fear.
I tore the remains of her dress and admired her body. Acantha’s
voluptuous body was a sight to behold. Her heavy breasts were
wonderfully firm, as her undeath had locked them into a state of
perpetual youth. I had to run my hands over her pale legs, impressed
by the tight muscles I felt there. Those legs could kick straight
through my chest and knowing this only made me want to tempt her to do
it. Nothing says submission like a woman restraining herself.
"Your skin is so cold," I said.
She chuckled. "You did tell me not feed before I came here."
This was true. I wanted her at her highest state of arousal and
she had said that feeding had a calming effect on her kind. Plus, I
wasn’t crazy about her mouth sucking blood the same day she was sucking
me.
My hands moved to the cleft between her legs. Her pubic hair was
so soft. Looking straight into her eyes, I slipped a finger into her.
We gasped together. She gasped from the intrusion into her wet place
and I gasped from unbelievable cold that was there. I couldn’t imagine
slipping my cock into that frozen place.
"You are already wet," I said as I tried to disguise my unease.
Acantha smiled. "I told you it had been too long."
"It will be longer yet," I said. I removed my finger and the
growl that came from her was threatening. My glare at her warned her
from complaining out loud.
"Do you really think I would fuck you without preparation?" I
said. From my box I produced another set of steel manacles. These I
slipped around her ankles and I was glad that they were large enough to
allow her sandals to remain. I really liked the way the straps clung
to her calves. It reminded me of ancient Greek fashions and I wondered
just how old Acantha really was. Once the manacles were around her
ankles, I snapped a thick chain around them and hooked them to the ring
set in the floor.
"I’m going to release your manacles from the ceiling and I want
you to put your hands behind your back."
Acantha looked at me with narrowed eyes. "Why should I?"
I was hoping she would ask that. I reached behind me and pulled
out the object I had hidden under my shirt. She actually screamed when
she saw it. It was a wooden cross about a foot long.
"With your feet bound, this could do a lot of damage before you
killed me," I said.
"You wouldn’t dare!" Acantha said. Her accent was strong now and
faintly Greek.
"Normally I can intimidate a submissive with a hard voice," I
said. "But with someone of your power and age, I figured that the
threat of death and maybe holy pain would be more appropriate. I don’t
blame you for challenging me but it doesn’t mean I have to suffer your
petulance at every command. Burning someone is a bit drastic for me
but then, you are a unique conquest."
Acantha looked at me with new understanding. "You demand
respect. I can understand that. I will do as you say."
I released the manacles from the ceiling and Acantha was quick to
put her hands behind her back. With three steel chains I bound them
together. She might be willing to obey now but I wasn’t taking any
chances. Once her hands were bound, I secured them to the ring in the
floor with her ankles.
"Now I can relax," I said. I pulled up the stool to sit in front
of her. Her lips smiled at how close I was to her. She leaned forward
towards my crotch but I was quick to grab her hair. Twisting her soft
ringlets in my hand, I yanked her head back. The fangs that I saw
didn’t surprise me.
"Not yet," I said. I laid the cross in my lap in case she broke
my grasp. My hand now free, I took the opportunity to touch her. I
held her heavy breasts in my hand and this time I was prepared for the
chill of her skin. Her breasts were so soft and I actually felt the
heat of her blood moving to her nipples. The pink bud darkened and
solidified under my pinching fingers.
"Yes," Acantha moaned and she leaned forward. I twisted her hair
but it didn’t discourage her. She enjoyed the slight pain. I
confirmed it by pinching her nipples in turns, pulling and twisting
them without mercy. Her fangs cut into her lips from the pain but she
never stopped smiling.
"You are mauling me like a whore," Acantha said. There was no
accusation in her voice. This is what she wanted: to be touched
without consideration for her status.
"Yes," I said. I didn’t say that I liked groping her breasts
because it was drawing her blood to my tough and making her warmer. My
fingers pulled and scratched her soft bosom until her body temperature
no longer resembled a dead thing. When my fingers slipped and
accidentally scratched her nipple, Acantha shuddered with pleasure.
Her enjoyment of pain inspired me. I stood up and went to my
desk. Acantha watched me bring back some duct tape with interest. I
tore off a small strip and stuck it vertically over her nipple. She
wasn’t very impressed till I tore a second strip and laid it
horizontally over her nipple to complete a cross.
"Damn you!" she screamed. Her back arched as the pain stung her
breast. I watched carefully but I didn’t see any smoke or smell
anything burning. Acantha pulled on her chains with a fearsome
strength but there was no desperate fury that would be present if she
was in real danger.
"You told me that only a cross of straight lines could harm you.
I wondered if a cross made of the curves of your breast would merely be
uncomfortable."
"Damn you," she repeated. "It hurts!"
"But it doesn’t kill," I said. We stared at each other until she
looked away. "You are mine to do with as I please, remember?"
The second cross on her other nipples was just as painful and I
actually saw color appear on her large breasts. Better than any nipple
clamp and better than any whip, the crosses had sensitized her entire
chest. I hefted a breast in my hand and kissed the hot skin. The
kisses didn’t ease the discomfort but I did get a groan of pleasure
from her.
"Now I need to warm another part of you," I said. I moved the
stool released her bound hands from the ring in the floor. I then told
Acantha to lean forward till her cheek was flat with the floor and her
ass was high in the air. My boot stepped on her long hair and kept her
pinned there. Oh, I’m sure with her strength she could raise her head
but her scalp would suffer. The threat was just to give Acantha the
excuse to remain bent over.
Her ass was perfect. The round cheeks were heart shaped as they
blended into her back. So smooth and white that I couldn’t wait to
begin marking them as mine.
I picked up the very expensive flogger that I had commissioned
just for Acantha. Nine bands of silver dangled from the handle, each
cord made of silver links. The bands shimmered in the dim light of the
room. Very gently and very carefully, I laid the strands against her
ass.
Acantha swore as the silver stung her. I lifted the flogger and
admired the nine red welts that rose. They looked exactly like a
whipping but only Acantha and I would know that it was only a touch.
Her buttocks quivered as she anticipated the next touch. She didn’t
have to wait long.
It was a strange thing to do but it fascinated me while I worked.
Sometimes I would just drag the silver across her cheeks and Acantha
would cry out from the intense sensations. Other times I would let the
flogger fall on her bottom as gently as a feather and her hair would
tug under my boot as she jerked. I knew that the slightest use of
force might cut her dead skin so I continued to whip her with the
gentleness I might show a flower. Acantha pulled at her chains and
moaned from each delicate touch of the stinging silver.
At first I was worried about the use of silver but I soon
relaxed. Acantha’s bottom rose to meet the silver flogger and the
stuttering moans she produced told me how much she enjoyed it. Her
blood rushed to her bottom and I saw her buttocks turn a bright pink
under my care. When I touched the welts I had created; her ass was as
hot as my stiff cock.
"Fuck me," Acantha begged as I groped her ass. She was lost in
the intensity of her emotions and forgetting her earlier arrogance.
Acantha was no longer the Queen of the city. She was no longer the
holder of lives. Right now, all Acantha was was someone who needed to
be fucked.
I let the whip drop again on her ass. Her whole body shook.
"Fuck me now!" Acantha said.
I flicked the whip slightly against her ass. The slight use of
force made her scream.
"Fuck me now!" Acantha said.
I dragged the whip up her back and Acantha’s moans rose to a new
pitch.
"I will," I said. Dropping the whip, I stepped off her hair and
kneeled behind her. My pants unbuttoned and my cock out, I dropped a
few squirts of lube into her ass. Acantha pushed back into me as soon
as my cock was at her anus. I slipped into her and now I cried out at
the sensation of her tight ass gripping me.
The heat from the whippings had warmed her ass to the point that
she almost felt human. Her grunts were certainly human. I fucked her
deeply and harshly. I watched as her cheeks bounced from slamming into
my hips. Acantha’s supernatural endurance was amazing. I just had to
kneel there as she eagerly fucked me. After all she had endured,
Acantha still had the strength to impale herself on me.
"Tighter," I demanded even though she was impossibly tight.
"Faster," I demanded even though I could hear her breasts
slapping loudly against her chest as we fucked.
"Fuck me," I demanded from the arrogant vampire.
Acantha’s moans were a long feminine song of pleasure. My moans
joined hers as she brought herself to orgasm.
"There!" Acantha screamed and I felt her clinch around me. She
froze in mid thrust and I watched her buttocks spasm in bliss. When
the climax had passed and she began to thrust again, I pulled out of
her.
"No! I’m not done yet!" Acantha said. She was commanding but it
was the command of an aroused woman, not a ruler of men and death. I
found it charming.
"You gave yourself to me, remember?" I said. "And what I want
now is your mouth.
A throaty chuckle escaped her lips. Acantha’s chuckle stopped
when she saw the gag I had for her.
"What is that?" she said.
"Do you really think I would trust my cock to your teeth?" I
said. It was a steel ball gag but with a hole in the middle. The hole
was lined with soft cotton and she knew what it was there for. With no
resistance, Acantha let me slip the leather thong around her head. The
ball slipped into her mouth and I saw her sharp fangs bite down on the
steel.
I slipped my cock into the steel ball and into her mouth. Her
tongue greeted me as my hands clenched her hair. Acantha groaned and
it turned into a whine. She could smell the blood in my hard cock and
she desperately craved it. It was like putting the finest ice cream in
a woman’s lips and telling her not to swallow.
Acantha’s mouth was as cold as the winter night. There was no
breath. There was no warmth on her tongue. Her mouth was an icy
suction as Acantha choked me down.
I fucked Acantha’s mouth at my leisure. Her heavy breasts
slapped against my thighs and she moaned every time her cross-covered
nipples touched me. Acantha’s red eyes glared at me as her teeth bit
uselessly onto the steel gag. Even when fine cracks appeared in the
steel, I continued to fuck her mouth. She was mine till I was properly
satisfied.
My cock spilled semen into her mouth and down her throat. Her
eyes brightened, as she tasted my salty liquid. Every drop I had she
lapped from my cock. Acantha craved blood but she was willing to
settle for my seed.
I pulled away and nearly fell into my chair. I was exhausted.
The terror of controlling this deadly thing was exhilarating. Even
when she was chained before me, I could see the need in her eyes. She
needed blood and all of this had been the foreplay to her true desire.
A button on my desk opened my playroom door and her two thugs
came in. I was too worn out to stand so I tossed the keys to one of
them and they worked to unlock her. They were horrified at the red
welts on her ass but they were horrified at the sight of the tape
crosses on her tits.
"You bastard!" one of them yelled. Before I could reply, he was
standing over me and I didn’t see his fist as he hit me. I feel to the
floor and felt his fingers digging into my shoulders. My eyes couldn’t
focus and the pain from his fingers were excruciating. Suddenly, the
fingers released me and I heard him scream.
I rolled over and beheld a terrible sight. Acantha was on top of
the thug and they were on top of my desk in mock lover’s embrace.
Acantha’s nude body writhed on top of him as her mouth latched onto his
neck. Even though I knew the thug was vampire, I was still horrified
by the look of terror and despair on his face. It only took him a
minute to die but I knew that minute felt like an agonizing day to the
poor creature.
Acantha looked at me as she stood up. Her mouth dripped blood
that she caught with her finger to lick again. A warm pink glow was on
her body and she looked so damn happy. She was a murderess that had
sated all of her needs in a single night.
"I’m sorry you had to see that Carl," she said in that soft
accent. "I had hoped to feed from both of them to keep them alive but
when Henry hit you, I lost control. I was angry at him for striking
you and I was hungry. The two do not combine well with me. I hoped
watching him die doesn’t change what we have."
I rose to my feet. She saved me, but she also killed someone
casually in front of me. I saw the blood and I saw her hunger.
Acantha wasn’t just a woman; she was a violent finale for anyone she
encountered.
"Change us?" I said. "It’ll just keep me on my guard for next
time."
I knew that the more powerful the woman, the more meaningful the
submission. Mortal women just didn’t hold the same appeal to me
anymore. What good was submission from someone who could only ruin
your credit rating or file a lawsuit? As her surviving thug picked up
his fallen partner, I penciled her in for the same time next week.
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