Forever His Prey (closed for Se7en_ )

Night life had come to Mordan. The streets were teeming with pimps, their hookers, vagrants looking for scraps of food or drink, like cockroaches skittering out from their hiding spots. High above it all, standing at a huge office window, staring off into the night was a woman with neatly groomed jet black hair, wearing a tailored suit. That she was affluent was abundantly clear, if not by her surroundings or her manner of dress, then certainly by the air she gave off. Refinement. Grace. Poise. All the things she hadn’t been all those years ago……




In a dark alley of Kandosh, a waif in tattered clothing was digging through a waste receptacle. Reed thin, clothes tattered, dirty and hanging off her frame. Dirt marred her face and turned her red hair, dull. Jerked from behind by the collar of her torn jacket, she came up swinging and kicking. The brute of a man who held her, laughed at her puny efforts. His breath was stale and smelled of rotting vegetation. He changed his grasp, slamming her back against a wall, making her head spin and her stomach heave. His hand held her ruthlessly by the throat, her body dangled barely off the alley floor. Her hands sought to fight off the hand that was seeking to rip the clothing from her body. A wild kick landed in his groin, nearly doubling him over. His hand around her throat was immediately replaced with a blade. The feel of cold metal across the front of her throat, made an icy shiver run down her spine and stilled all movement. Her attacker's face drew near and she flinched from his fetid breath. She could see death in his eyes, hers. Any minute now she would find herself choking on the metallic taste of her own blood.

From out of nowhere, in the moment it takes to breathe, the blade dropped from her throat as she was sprayed with the tangy metallic taste of blood, not her own. From behind the predator who would have done unspeakable things to her body as he used it, there was a flash of metal, caught by the fleeting ray of moonlight through suddenly parted clouds, slicing across her captor's throat. A second later, he slumped at her feet, dark liquid spreading outward from under his lifeless body. Her rescuer gripped the front of her clothing, yanking her to him, tossing her over his shoulder before he took off at a run…..

He never once touched her inappropriately, not once while she was growing up. For whatever his reasoning was, he took care of her. Fed her. Clothed her. Taught her to defend herself, using her hands and every part of her body that could be used as a weapon. He taught her to be proficient with several weapons. The one thing he refused to do, was release her. One night, long after she was no longer considered a child, under the full twin red moons of Mordan, he took her from child to woman. She had not been opposed. He talked little and was a huge man. He had always made her feel safe. But there was one thing she always craved, her freedom. The right to choose. To come. To go. To stay. He never allowed it. So she waited, with patience. There was a day when he grew sloppy and she found a chance, she took it and never looked back. She always moved, constantly. Somehow, she knew he would come for her.

Years passed. Eventually, she quit looking over her shoulder. She found a place to settle down, got a menial job, put herself through school. She found she was good with numbers and even shrewder in dealing with people. Refinement. Elegance. Grace. Poise. She evolved. She even went so far as to change her looks. Gone was the red hair, replaced with black. Hazel eyes were now a dark blue. Easy enough to do when one had money.




She stood with her back to her office, just staring out into the night. She wasn’t thinking on anything in particular. The first clue she had that someone was in the room with her was the soft click of the door as it closed, then the faint rasp as the lock was turned. She had become complacent. An error on her part. Uneasiness slid down her spine as she slowly turned around. Her eyes grew wide as she simply stared at the one who had entered.

“You.”

One word. Just one. Yet in that word, there was so much. Surprise. Shock. Disbelief. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. He wasn’t the same man she had escaped from. He was well groomed and looking for all intents and purposes, just as affluent as she. It shouldn’t have been shocking at all. The man was a chameleon. He had taught her how to be one too. He was tall, well built and made her feel even more petite than she already was. There was an air of confidence and danger surrounding him. There always had been but now, it just seemed more pronounced and worse still, refined and subtle.

Everything she had worked so hard to become. All the polish and civility, the coolness under fire, all of it, flew out the window with his appearance. Once again, she was the waif of long ago.

“It’s about time.” Lucian thought as he was getting ready to leave his mansion. It was time he went to claim what was his. It was time to go and stake his claim to the young girl he used years of his life to mold her into what she had become; a ruthless assassin leading a successful life and has a stake in the business world. It was time to confront lovely little Amanda.

He knew she would be late in her office and that was the perfect time to ambush her, everyone would have gone to their homes leaving the most hardworking executive in the company in her office, working to ensure the continued success of the company, the continued success of herself.

Minutes later, Lucian was standing at the roof of the building across the street and was looking directly at her office, and as he thought, she was still there; however, she wasn’t working as he expected. She was standing at the window, looking at nothing. Did her sixth sense alert her to something? He thought as he looked at her over the large distance. Of course she couldn’t see him as he was shrouded by the darkness of the night while she was standing near the window in her brightly-lit office.

“Imagine that, she has a huge office now and holds a respectable place in her company and by extension, society. Oh how the weak rose to power. It’s amazing really!!!” Lucian was talking to himself as he looked on the beauty standing at the window; oblivious of the threat lurking mere meters away from her window. As he looked at her longer, the memory of that fateful night hit him.



It was a dark cold night in the middle of the harsh winter; barely anyone was in the street, and even fewer females. Lucian was out lurking and stalking in the streets, he needed to feed, he needed to taste some blood, and he had made a habit to only feed upon young females, the younger the better. Sometimes he would play with his food, and sometimes he would get to business. That night he was feeling more hungry than horny, but to his dismay, he couldn’t find any girls in the street, and he wasn’t particularly fond of invading houses to feed.

As he was looking, he saw a very young and, obviously, very poor girl searching for some food or anything of value in a garbage container. He immediately felt sorry for her and decided to spare her this life and just feast on her slender neck, drawing every last bit of blood from her frail body and with it forcing her soul to leave her body that’s trapped in this cruel merciless world, forcing her to leave her harsh unforgiving life.

He decided to wait and allow her the time to find some food; he wanted her to die with a full stomach. It was only fair to allow his food the chance to eat, but those thoughts were interrupted by a large man entering the alley she was in. Lucian moved quickly and stood right over them, his movements were swift but silent. He wanted to see what that man wanted, maybe he was his father?

That thought quickly fell short as the man jumped her and it was apparent he wanted to rape her. Lucian was amazed at her reaction, she fought back, hard, and even managed to deliver a mean little kick right to his nuts which was, understandably, met with anger from the man as he drew a blade and put it to her throat threatening to take her life.

At that moment, Lucian decided, the girl would be spared and the man would die. No one gets between a predator and his prey and expects to live to tell the tale, and so in a flash, the man was on the ground, his blood was oozing from his throat which was slit by the sharp long dagger Lucian keeps on him at all times. He didn’t exactly need a weapon, being a Master vampire gave him more than enough tricks and powers to best almost any opponent, but a blade was always fun. It was always amusing to see the effects cold sharp steel had on living flesh. It was always amusing to watch the twisted facial expressions of his victims as he experimented with his dagger. The agony and the pain shown in their every feature as their faces got distorted in the glorious anguish while the sharp edge cuts through their helpless bodies. He had shuddered in excitement at that moment before pulling the defenseless little girl to him, throwing her almost-weightless body over his shoulder and taking her to her new life.

Her new life was totally controlled by him, she couldn’t complain much as it was definitely a step up from her previous life when she was so poor she had to look into dumpsters for scraps of food left by other, more fortunate people in order to live. That was over, she no longer needed to do the disgusting process of jumping into garbage containers, she no longer had to sleep in the street, and she no longer had to wear the same dirty torn clothes every day. She now had everything she needed, food, shelter, clothes, protection and a martial arts expert to teach her how to defend herself and how to use the various death-dealing devices that mankind had managed to invent. The only thing that was missing was freedom.

That freedom was something she valued above all, and thus she worked hard to run away when he put his guard down, and that she did. Only thing is that she didn’t know he actually allowed her to escape. He wanted her to go out there and make a life to herself. He kept watch on her all those years, and did his best to guide her by arranging accidents for people, threatening some, bribing others and basically doing everything he could to help his prodigy reach her goal as fast as she could, and that she did splendidly. At the age of twenty five, she was an executive in the largest and most corrupt company in the country. She had done it with his help of course, and by doing some nasty deeds of her own, cleaning up the career ladder so she advances faster and further. She was a scary individual, who was feared and respected; however, even with her newfound notorious reputation, she wouldn’t hold a shaky candle to the brutal vampire who raised her.



His thoughts were cut short as he made his way to her office, entered, and closed the door behind him, signaling that she got an unwanted visitor, and that she had put her guard down. That thought was set in stone as she turned around and gave him a look that showed how much she was shocked and confused at seeing him after all those years. They both have changed a great deal in those few years. They were both almost unrecognizable to each other.

“You.” That was all the words Amanda managed to slip between her ruby lips, but it wasn’t just a simple word, it carried a mountain of emotions with it, all of the negative sort.

Lucian didn’t reply, his eyes merely traced around her office, it was definitely huge. She had certainly made it big, and she most definitely deserved it. She deserved to live a good life after her previous pitiful life followed by a life of imprisonment and constant training. She deserved a break, and she got it, for seven long years, she was free, but it was time for her to repay her debt to the man who saved her life and made her into what she was now.

He kept moving around the room, looking idly at paintings on the walls, papers on the desk or on the meeting table. She has become a busy woman, a woman of value, but it was time to remind her of who she belongs to and who she should and would serve willingly or otherwise.

After a few moments of aimlessly wandering about the room, without as much as throwing one look at her, he walked toward the window and stood by her side “Nice view Amanda, or should I call you Emily now?”

That was the name on her desk, Chief Financial Officer: Emily Wong.

He knew she would be shocked at his sudden appearance and even more so at his calm demeanor. He didn’t seem angry, but cold and calculating as he always have. He put one large hand on her shoulder and leant in locking his lips around her earlobe and then a gentle low whisper streamed from lips to lobe as he breathed down her slender neck “Did you really think you could get away from me Amanda?”

Lucian leaned back and looked into her deep angelic eyes, a wicked glint in his eyes telling her she was in deep trouble that was enhanced by the accompanying sinister grin dancing on his lips. A drop of blood almost fell from his mouth as he had just fed. He licked that drop and smiled wide at her showing her his teeth and the blood that was still coloring them. He had hidden the fact that he was a vampire from her all those years, but now she might try to fight him or escape, so showing her that he was a vampire might make her think twice and not attempt the impossible.

She hadn’t moved a single muscle since she turned around to face him. Her eyes followed his movements. Why was he here? After all these years? He moved swiftly. He was standing at her side before she knew it. She had forgotten that about him. How swiftly he could move.

“Nice view Amanda, or should I call you Emily now?”

She turned back around to face the city outside her window. The change of hair and eye color, even the cosmetic surgery she had done to give her a soft slant to her eyes hadn’t kept him from recognizing her. Emotions, feelings, slammed into her all at once and she was internally swimming frantically to retrieve her balance. Wanton heat, desire, imagery of them as she arched against him while he drove his body into hers with a fierceness she had never experienced since. She wasn’t about to let on how his closeness was affecting her right now. A hand on her shoulder. He drew closer. His lips securing and tugging on her earlobe before she felt his words whisper along the naked column of her neck.

“Did you really think you could get away from me, Amanda?”

The words were sensual as they snaked down her vulnerable skin but she couldn't mistake the cold thread of threat that underlay them. An icy chill ran the length of her spine. He drew back and she turned her head to look into a face she barely remembered or so she tried to convince herself. Their eyes locked and held until she tore her gaze away, letting it drift down to his mouth. Fangs. He was a vampire. Why hadn’t she guessed it years ago? It explained a few things. Her eyes watched his tongue lap up a stray droplet of blood that threatened to fall. Her upper body leaned across his chest, her lips went to his. The tip of her tongue licked the blood that still stained his teeth before she drew herself back, turned her head away from him and looked back out at the city below her. Folding her arms over her chest, Amanda spoke in a low, even tone that spoke of nothing she was thinking or feeling.

“What do you want, Lucien?”

While she waited for him to speak, her thoughts splintered. Part were in the here and now, the other portion retreated to the past.




The twin red moons of Kandosh rode high in the dark sky that night. They were full and cast the land beneath them in a reddish glow. There was no one about, just the two of them. She was dressed in a black tank top, the hem had ridden free from the waistband of the loose fitting pants she wore. Sweat drew down her neck, across the base of her throat and disappeared into the valley between the swell of her breasts. Her hands were up, defensively, in fists as she faced off with Lucien. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with her exertions. Lucien wasn’t sweating. Lucien never sweat. She lashed out with a combination of punches and kicks, only to find herself backed against a tree trunk. Amanda stared into his eyes, they were compelling and refused to let her look away. His mouth found hers. The force of his kiss pushed her head back against the trunk. As he stepped closer to her body, it too, was forced against the tree. He grabbed her wrists, forcing them up and to each side of her head as he ravaged her mouth, demanding a response she could not deny him. At some point he had released her wrists, his hands sliding under her tank top to cup her full, high, taut breasts, squeezing them before he yanked the offending material from her body…

She jerked her thoughts back from the past. Fuck. It was unbelievable. Not only had he found her, she still wanted him with every fiber of her being. Some things never changed apparently. Her eyes narrowed and once again Amanda turned her head to look at him.

“What the fuck do you want, Lucien?”

Lucian was amazed at her reaction to his blood-covered fangs; she didn’t freak out, her heart didn’t even skip a beat, instead she licked that residual blood covering his teeth from the last unlucky victim. He could read her mind, she figured out he was a vampire and that had explained why he never went out during the day, and why he would disappear for a few hours every night. It was to feed, and to keep his urges in check.

He had raised her well; she was capable of controlling her emotions and reactions to a good degree. Her skills were honed to a fine sheen. Perfection, she was the very image of perfection and just how he had hoped she would turn up. It was time to take control of this city, to wash away the corruption, to take the lives of those who would bask in the misery of the less privileged.

Between her skills and his, it should be worth a try. Their chances of success weren’t very high, even with their remarkable skills. Even then, they were only two agents; one centuries old vampire and a lovely young lady with ridiculously high intelligence, beauty, fighting spirit and combat skills. Even then, it was two against a whole city of corrupted individuals, and everyone whose wallets were about to get lighter; executives, lawyers, judges, even police officers would be on their tail. They would have to take over the underbelly of Kandosh and run the show if they would have any hope of success.

His thoughts were interrupted by her question “What do you want, Lucien?”

Lucian chose not to reply, instead, he walked around her, creeping to her front and licking his lips and teeth, he could taste a combination of his last victim; a young and beautiful blonde who tasted rather well, and the all too familiar taste of Amanda’s delicious tongue. It has been years since he last had the pleasure of tasting the temptation that was her ruby lips.

He circled her like a predator circles his prey, it was just that; she was his prey, his property, his woman, and no force would be able to change his mind about it. Lucian was standing at her back when she turned around and asked again, in a more serious and in a stronger tone “What the fuck do you want, Lucien?”

Again Lucian did not reply to her, he just stalked around her again, as a mischievous grin sneaked onto his lips as his eyes studied her, she was just as beautiful as he remembered. His index finger closed the distance between him and her and the tip of his strong digit touched the side of her neck as his eyes stared down into hers “What do I want?”

He stressed the word ‘I’ as his finger sneaked from the side of her neck to her throat. His finger was very cold while the touch was very gentle, teasing even. His voice was calm, but showed his ferocity. He was an animal and was about to express his primal needs.

Lucian started to walk, again circling around her very slowly, as his finger traced the sensitive column of her slender neck, and his voice was creeping into her ears again, deep and demanding her attention “What do I want? I want so many things; I don’t even know where to begin my dear.”

He stopped behind her as his finger continued its journey around the other side of her neck and into the back scratching at the sensitive spot at the nape of her neck as he leaned closer and whispered in her ear once more. The hiss of his breath washing over her ear and neck “What do I want? For a start, I want you.”

Licking the back of her ear, he moved a little away from her, standing in front of her; his tall strong form dwarfing her dainty figure. His strong calloused hand shot forward to wrap around her neck and he pulled her to him, lifting her up so she was standing on her tip toes, and that was still not enough for her eyes to be on the same level as his deep menacing eyes “You belong to me young lady, don’t you dare forget that!!!”

His grip changed around her neck and he was walking toward her desk dragging her behind him using her neck. As he reached her desk, he lifted her easily and sat her small bottom on the edge of the table. His hand kept a vice-like grip around her neck as he moved around her large desk sitting his strong form over her leather chair pulling her down with him.

Lucian eyed his prey as she laid on her desk, her head dangling from one side while her legs dangled from the other while his unrelenting grip around her neck kept her in the vulnerable position. It was time to make his point, and that would have to be done in a cruel way so as to never allow her to forget. His index finger moved to rest on her forehead and he pushed down gently but firmly. The rest of her body below the neck was free to move, but her head was fixed in place as the back of her neck rested on the edge of the table.

“You will obey me Amanda” He pushed his finger into her forehead a bit more to emphasize his words “You can run, but you cannot hide, you cannot escape from me. As you can see, you are under my mercy now, a little extra push from my finger and your neck breaks and we will both be able to hear the glorious shattering of bones. Moving just one finger, that's all I would need to end your miserable little excuse of a life. Is that what you want?”

He didn’t wait for her reply, only held her like that for a few moments to let the reality of her situation sink in. He knew she wanted him, he knew she needed him. He can read her mind after all, but he was making a point. He needed the fact that he can hunt her down and kill her in a matter of seconds to be etched in her mind forever, there was no escape.

“Remember that night fifteen years ago when I saved your ass? I am sure you do. That night you were going to be my food, but I spared you when you fought back and even hit that disgusting man. You were a fighter; you are a fighter, that’s why I spared you, that’s why I raised you because I need you by my side as we clean up this shit hole of a city, so are you with me girl?”

Lucian didn’t want to hear her reply now, so his hand moved to her mouth to stop the words from coming out. His other hand remained on her neck, and when he was sure she won’t talk, his hand moved from her mouth to her jacket, opening it up to expose her elegant shirt.

His eyes and lips betrayed his thoughts, he was mere inches away from her orbs of pleasure, and nothing would deny him now. His hand slowly and teasingly unbuttoned her shirt, he only unbuttoned the top three buttons, just enough to expose her white lacy bra.

At the sight of her breasts enclosed by the silky material, his eyes lit up in a mixture of need and pleasure. His tongue snuck out to lick his now-dry lips while his hand moved down her chest to cup her ample bosom. The tender flesh felt heavenly under his strong fingers and he squeezed her fleshy orb hungrily, scooping and massaging, staking his claim on her.

His hand then moved to her left breast and again he stroked it possessively before releasing it and pulling a card from his pocket. The card was quickly eased between her breast and the soft material of her bra. He made sure the card brushes her already-hardened nipple.

Lucian then stood up, releasing her neck and looking down into her eyes. His hands moved to take her breasts once more, groping them again telling her she was his forever and wondering whether she would moan or whine from the attention he was giving her.

He didn’t wait to hear her thoughts as he moved around the table and to her feet. His hands brushed her legs and bumped into her shoes, dropping them both to the ground, showing her delicate little feet. He grinned as she looked even more vulnerable now splayed on the table, her shirt open, her bra showing and her feet bare. He had to remind her that she was vulnerable and barefoot when he picked her up and saved her life.

Lucian threw another threatening gaze in her general direction before moving towards the door to leave “The card hugging your nipple now holds my current address, be there in one hour, or else.......” He didn’t even finish his sentence; he just looked over his shoulder and into her eyes. His bright red eyes stared into her soul promising a mountain of trouble if she doesn't show up. Lucian then left her, a mess, her current life over and again he was bringing her into a new part of her life.

She hadn’t moved. Lying there on her own desk top, staring up at the ceiling. Amanda was conscious of her own breathing, of her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her hands were resting on her upper abdomen, one on top of the other. The muscles in her jaw clenched and unclenched. Lucien had found her. He was ruthless as always. He didn’t care what method he employed to get his point across, so long as he did. After all this time, he still wanted her. Not surprising. No one had ever escaped Lucien before. He prided himself on being a hunter, a deadly one. She was the prey that got away. Now she was beginning to wonder if that was true.

He wanted her to help him clean up the city. She was skeptical. Lucien never did something completely for humanitarian reasons. There was always an angle in there somewhere for personal profit. The profit didn’t have to be monetary. It could be almost anything. High placed officials who would owe him something. Access to somewhere normally denied him. Maybe the ability to “borrow” something he needed. Of course, she recognized, as a vampire he could simply do these things anyway, but that wasn’t the point. He enjoyed instilling fear into humans. Furthermore, she acknowledged that he did it rather well.

Amanda sat up slowly, her blouse gaping open. She had seen the desire in his eyes. It was satisfying to know they were on equal footing there. The rough edge of the business card scraped against her nipple. Her fingers located the card, tugged it free and raised it so she could read the address on it.

“….be there in one hour or else….”

Threat lurked in the depth of his eyes. Menacing promise underlined his words. He was quite capable of making her suffer in ways that would have her sensually moaning at his fingertips. Her mind flashed the image of them entwined amongst crumpled sheets of red, Lucien moving in her body strongly. Her own arching upward against him, her nails raking his back. Her red hair spilled beneath her head, splaying across pillows of black, head tipped back, exposing her neck vulnerably to his glittering eyes. Lucien’s head lowered, his lips touched the side of her neck, his teeth rasping against silken skin. She was just peaking when she felt a quick sharp pain in her neck. The world spun around her as her body convulsed beneath him. His arms went around her body, hauling her against him, holding her tightly. The next morning all Amanda found was a bruise. A love bite he called it. Marking his territory. His property.

Amanda slid her body from the desk, her stocking feet finding the floor. The card fell to the desk, unheeded as usually steady and nimble fingers, now shook a little as they re-buttoned her blouse. Her feet found her heels and slipped into them. Her eyes found his business card and she picked it up again, turning it over and over between her fingers. One hour. Or else. With a deliberate motion, she tore the card into little pieces, letting them flutter into her trashcan. She wasn’t the same young woman that had run away from him all those years ago.

An hour? Too bad she was going to be late. She had a couple of things to see to before she met with Lucien and if he got cranky with her for being late, well, she’d just have to show him just how much she didn’t give a damn.


Two hours later, after the allotted time, Amanda rang the doorbell at the address on the card. She had changed clothes. Now she was in a red button down, sleeveless shirt tucked into a pair of comfortable black jeans that hugged her figure like it was a second skin. A pair of scuffed boots adorned her feet. Her black hair was pulled back and braided.

Amanda listened as the doorbell echoed inside his home. His mansion was impressive. But then, Lucien always did have good taste. She was ready for him. Secreted on her person were several weapons. She didn’t trust Lucien. She didn’t trust anyone and that, was the foremost reason she was still alive.

Lucian left her office with a wide grin tugging at his lips. “That was fun,” He thought as he moved to his luxurious car parked close to the building. Yes, he was a vampire, who would probably run faster than his car, but it was the modern day now and having a luxury-filled option to take him from point A to point B in style was probably better than racing the wind on his strong legs, probably.

He chuckled to himself at the thought and drove to his mansion on the outskirts of town, his car was racing down the streets as his mind raced down his train of thoughts. He was considering all the options; will she make a run for it? Is that possible? Will she chicken out again and run like hell abandoning all she has accomplished? Will she come on time? Will she deliberately come late to piss him off? Will she come armed to the teeth? Will she be hoping to make a dent before meeting an untimely demise?

That last thought made him laugh loud, and he nodded to himself “Yes she’s definitely going to come armed to the teeth. That should be hilarious, we’ll see if she’s rusty or she’s been practicing all those years.”

With those last thoughts, the present faded into his mind replaced by vivid images of the past and the many many times he took his pleasure from her reluctant body. Even after all those years, she was the best fucktoy he had the pleasure of being intimate with in many decades. He was a vampire, and not just any vampire; he prided himself on his specialty; sex and violence. That was a phrase he used often and usually meant someone was about to get fucked, literally or otherwise, and sometimes both.

Lucian laughed loud as he remembered that corrupted lawyer that he confronted in her large house and he had his way with her, terrified her, fucked her over and over again, before killing mercilessly taking her life and sucking her veins dry. He cringed at the thought, that bitch didn’t taste particularly good, but at least she was good for a quick ravaging.

He shook his head as his mind went back to Amanda, there was definitely no comparison, despite being poor, homeless and worthless, she had a strong heart, personality and had that look of defiance and confidence in her eyes that made her his favorite for a long time. The fact that her body was etched to perfection certainly helped as well.

The mansion came into view, and within moments Lucian was parking the car in the garage. The drive took less than half an hour. Yes, he had acquired a huge mansion right under her nose, and was watching her for quite some time.

Lucian went inside his house and ordered dinner. His thoughts went back to trying to imagine what she was going to do. “Would she run away again?” He thought a bit “No, not very likely, she is too smart to attempt that again, and her eyes seemed even more confident than before, so scratch that!”

“Is she going to come on time?” He thought for a couple moments and then laughed to himself “I hardly think so, she wouldn’t give in that quickly. Damn it, I scared her too much that her mind was a blank state when I left, I couldn't read her thoughts. I should go a little easy on the poor little girl, at least for now.”

Lucian nodded to himself as he decided she would most probably be a little late, so he ordered dinner to be delivered in an hour and a half, giving her time to be late for one hour.

More than two hours later, Lucian was relaxing on the couch watching some stupid show on TV as he waited for his prey to arrive, she was certainly later than he expected, but that was ok, the food was in insulated containers so would stay hot and fresh for a few hours.

With those thoughts, the bell rang and on the other side of the huge wooden door, and on the other side lovely little Amanda was standing, in different clothes; apparently she had the audacity to spare the time to go home and put on a change of clothes. At least those were hotter clothes and showed a bit more of the creamy skin that he so loved to taste and tease.

A soft smile danced across his lips as he opened the door for her, his hand moving slowly to rest on the small of her back, gently guiding her in “Welcome to my new house Amanda. I bet you’re hungry so I ordered your favorite food. It’s been a long time since we last ate together.”

Gently, he guided her to the dining table, pulled the chair for her and pushed it behind her as she sat down. He then pulled the food out of the containers and laid it out in front of her. He knew she was probably amazed at his sudden unexplained hospitality.

Before moving to his chair, Lucian leaned down on his gorgeous prey, his hands resting on her shoulders as his mouth found her neck, his lips and teeth feasted on her delicious creamy skin enjoying what was probably his favorite form of teasing and foreplay. His mouth was softly nibbling her neck, and then nipping her earlobe while a whisper escaped his lips and snaked onto her skin “Enjoy your meal young lady, and I will be enjoying your tender body later, and maybe, just maybe, I will let you enjoy being ravished by me once more.”

Without adding anymore words or looking into her eyes, he wrapped his lips around the side of her neck and gave her a long kiss while his hands cupped her breast and the back of her neck giving those sensitive spots some much needed squeezing and fondling giving her a little taste of what she will be tasting later. It was easy to tell she wanted that, he read that in her mind earlier.

He then moved to his seat and began eating. A grin fought hard for its place on his emotionless face, but ultimately lost, leaving his face without expression, no emotions overflowing from his soul to show on his handsome features.

He had no intention to show her that he was mad at her for being late, or for running away from him, at least not yet. He had always reveled in manipulating and confusing his victims, and she was no different. He did indeed like the phrase ‘if you can’t convince them, confuse them’. Only thing is that he had a slightly different version ‘if you don’t feel like beating the shit out of them to convince them, confuse them, and then beat the shit out of them just for kicks’.

He knew he would have a lot more fun by playing with her emotions and making her feel lost. Even more than jumping at her now, tearing her clothes off and raping her right there and then. That can wait; the teasing and the tormenting always came first for him.

Lucian looked right into her eyes as he started on his meal; his deep grey eyes maintained a constant gaze right into her. He had the ability of making people feel weak, uncomfortable, vulnerable and even feel like they were naked before him, just by staring into their eyes. One of the perks of being a vampire it seems.

“So, how is your life treating you dear Amanda?” He attempted normal conversation with his prey even though he usually doesn’t talk to food, but she gets special treatment by extension of how special she was and the spot she had in his heart ‘Oh wait, I don’t have a heart’ Lucian’s thoughts responded to his own thoughts as he continued to watch Amanda on the other end of the table waiting for her reply.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

From the time she rang the doorbell until the door opened, she swore she could hear time ticking down. She felt vaguely uneasy but did not quite understand why. Maybe it was because Lucien hadn’t kept her waiting, like she had him or perhaps it was because he was being so damn polite. Lucien and politeness, as she remembered it, usually spelled trouble. The fine hairs on the nape of her neck, stood up. Her experience with him earlier in her office was still fresh in her mind. He could have easily broken her neck. She knew that. He knew that. He hadn’t. She was never quite sure where she stood with him. Oh, she knew he liked fucking her, but she knew little else. As she got older, she realized he raised her to be exactly how he wanted her to be. Was she merely his toy? A means to an end? The sex between them had been mind blowing, at least for her. But really, what did it do for an ancient vampire? After all, he must have fucked hundreds, if not thousands of women.

His hand rested in the small of her back as he guided her toward the dining room table, pulling out a chair for her. She glanced at the containers as she sat down. Her favorite food too? Now she really was getting nervous, though she had the sense to keep it from him. She remembered reading somewhere that vampires could read minds if they wished. She kept hers blank or at least, let him read what she wished him to know. He didn’t simply see her seated and then move toward his own chair. Oh, no that simply wasn’t Lucien’s way. Instead, she felt his hands descend to her shoulders. Amanda had no idea what to expect. She startled a little when she felt his lips and teeth on her neck.

Easy, Amanda. He’s toying with you.

Her fingers were laced together, resting in her lap. They tightened as she felt him nip her earlobe. His whisper only served to make her stomach roil.

“Enjoy your meal, young lady and I will be enjoying your tender body later and maybe, just maybe, I will let you enjoy being ravished by me once more.”

Her fingers tightened again where they rested in her lap. Lucien, it seemed, had gotten more arrogant as the years rolled by. He was being insufferable at best. Her instinct was to flinch away from his touch, both mouth and hands. Instead, she bit down on her bottom lip as his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it. It wasn’t until he moved away from her, toward the other side of the table and sat down that she forced herself to pick up her fork and knife, cutting into the tender steak as if it were butter. She glanced down. Medium rare. Of course he remembered. Cutting off a small piece, she slid it into her mouth and chewed. She never liked her meat rare and bloody but she didn’t like it tasting like shoe leather either. It was a good steak. It all but melted in her mouth. Too bad it tasted like saw dust to her.

How foolish could she have been? Thinking she now had the upper hand. Lucien claimed that the moment he stepped into her office. He had walked around her, examining her, watching her, like prey. She hadn’t flickered an eyelash. Her head never turned to follow him. Why should she? Amanda knew exactly where he was at all times. With the seemingly easiest of moves, he had lifted her off her feet, onto her toes with one hand around her neck.

“You belong to me, young lady, don’t you forget that!!!”

His words still echoed around in her mind. Forget? She wished she could have. The best she had managed was to shove every memory of him, every feeling she had experienced in his hands, to the back of her mind and prayed it stayed there and it had. Until. Until the son-of-a-bitch walked into her office and claimed her all over again, as if she was that filthy street urchin he had found and saved for his own ulterior motives.

How easily he had pulled her to her own desk and forced her down on it. Again, reminding her just who she was dealing with. He had taught her well. She swallowed fear like it was a fine wine. Savored it, even. But Lucien? Lucien could raise up that fear, make it stick to the back of her throat.

"You will obey me, Amanda..."

Obey? God, how she hated that word. Especially if it dripped from his lips. Anyone else who would have had the audacity to speak that word to her, were damn lucky if she didn’t cut off their tongue then force feed it to them until they choked to death. Lucien threw her past in her face because it suited him to do so. He needed her for something. She was the best. He should know, he trained her himself.

His touch had always held possessiveness. He never relinquished what he considered his and she was his. According to the Word of Lucien. It took every ounce of self control she had not to lash out at him. Had the student surpassed the Master? She didn’t know. Not yet. She knew she had one downfall. Her attraction to him. He was a drug in her bloodstream that she couldn’t purge.

“So how is your life treating you, dear Amanda?”

His words brought her back to the present with a jolt.With quiet precision and grace, she set her eating utensils down on the table, one to each side of her plate. Her food had been barely touched. Her chest rose and fell once, twice, from taking a deep breath. Each inhalation made her breasts swell against her lacy bra and peek over the opening of her shirt. Amanda lifted her eyes to his, gazing down the length of the dining room table with a cool calmness she hardly felt.

“Cut the bullshit, Lucien. I’d ask you why I am here but we both know the answer to that.”

“So, are you with me, girl?”

His previous words rang through her mind.

Did she have a choice?

“Cut the bullshit, Lucien. I’d ask you why I am here but we both know the answer to that.” Lucian looked at her faking ignorance as he chewed the steak, bloody-rare as he always liked it.

"We do? I hardly think so, but allow me to show you." Lucian made sure to choose his words carefully, show not tell. He slipped another small piece of steak into his mouth as his eyes looked into hers, but before her mind registered what was going on, he was behind her, his hand had grabbed a handful of her hair and had forced her head backwards painfully, forcing her to look right into his deep wicked eyes.

His hand then found her neck. Only it wasn't his normal vice-like grip on her neck, it wasn't harder, more painful or gentler. His hand was simply freezing cold, and as a result she wouldn't be able to move a single muscle in her body for ten minutes. This was a trick called frostbite preceded by one of the most used vampire mind tricks. That was a trick to make the vampire seem as if he had moved much faster than he had when in fact an illusion was cast to trick the victim into thinking the vampire was still in place.

This trick mostly served the purpose of inspiring fear as vampires, especially ancient and master vampires like Lucian, were very fast and strong by nature, and didn't need a trick to allow them to move faster.

The next trick employed was frostbite, a touch that freezes the victim in place and is usually employed to allow the vampire to play with their food without them interfering or resisting. It all depended on the vampire, some liked to torment their victims in silence, others reveled in having their food squirm and move around trying to escape the inevitable. Lucian liked employing both methods, sometimes allowing his, usually young and beautiful, victim the ability to struggle and move around a little, and sometimes to keep them in place whether using frostbite or restraints.

Lucian, however, had a different idea in his mind as he stood behind Amanda and lent over her. Amanda was a special kind of prey, and a special prey needed special treatment.

He was leaning over her for a moment before a wide and wicked grin sprung onto his lips, and his grey eyes changed color into blood-red as he menacingly stared into her very soul. He maintained eye contact as lent down more till he was an inch away from her eyes and his voice hissed sending shivers into her body "You are in trouble Amanda, brace yourself."

With those words, the world turned black around her. Another illusion was employed tricking the mind into thinking she has gone blind. That illusion lasted for three minutes. Three torturously-long minutes of her thinking she was blinded and without the ability to move any part of her body to verify or find out what was going on.

Those were the three minutes Lucian needed to ready and cast one of his most powerful mind tricks. One that only an ancient vampire knows; Dementia. He had learned that trick a few centuries earlier and had practiced and mastered it to an art form. This power enabled him to invade Amanda's thoughts and memories, rip her worst fears out and mold them into reality.

As the three minutes were done and Dementia kicked in, Amanda found herself standing in a dark world, standing wasn't very accurate as she was upside down, naked while her eyes brought her worst nightmares to life in front of her.

Lucian had invaded that world to add to her nightmarish visions. He had no idea as to what her worst fears were, he didn't need to know it, only to perform that illusion and her mind would summon those fears into surfacing and becoming her reality for a thousand times longer than the time that would be passing in the real world. This left her with seven short minutes to live through in the real world, and around five long days to try and maintain her sanity withing the confines of her mind, turned to hell by the dark demon magic employed by the devil standing behind her.


The ten minutes passed, and while Amanda was recovering, Lucian was back in his chair eating his food. He just looked into her terrified eyes, sweat covering her forehead sliding into her ample cleavage, her mouth was dry, her heart was racing, thundering ominously in her ears. She was petrified; the horrific expression on her face told him just how intense that experience was.

Lucian was watching her carefully thinking, "did I go too far?" He knew that most people lose their mind after being subjected to Dementia, becoming empty husks with no real life or purpose, just drawing breath, they would usually end up dying out of starvation or committing suicide. However, more often than not, the vampire who did that would have done it for a purpose, sometimes keeping the victim to themselves as a mindless toy. Lucian did not want another mindless toy, he just wanted to break Amanda while keeping her a functioning human being, she was no use to him as an empty husk. Her gorgeous body would be intact, and she would still be a great fuck, but that was hardly all there was to her.

He regretted his decision for a moment thinking, "Was that going too far? Is she not as strong as I had thought?" He knew that strong-willed individuals like Amanda can't be destroyed by Dementia, but they can't recover completely either. However, they would retain their intelligence and free will completely, but would suffer a strong emotional trauma.

Their minds would be scarred forever from the experience. He knew she was strong, she was stubborn and thus the most fun ways to break her would be to employ emotional violence to fuck with her mind, then physical violence to fuck with her body. He had to break her on all levels.

He looked right into her eyes looking for signs that she still maintained her sanity "Are you alright my dear?" He asked her faking genuine concern "You seemed out of it for a few minutes."

The world suddenly made no sense to her. Her comprehension faded almost to nothing as things happened with a rapid fire pace. One minute, Lucien was sitting across the table from her eating and the next he was directly behind her and her head was forcibly drug backwards until she was staring directly up into his eyes. Fucking vampire.

His hand found her neck and her mind registered the freezing cold. She couldn’t move, though she tried. It was the state of vulnerability and helplessness that irked her more than anything. Amanda had been vulnerable all of her growing up years. Most children had the protection of parents. That was more than she had. Her mother had been a hooker, found dead in an alley somewhere, presumably at the hands of some unknown john. Amanda’s father had never been in the picture. Her mother told her he was dead. Just another statistic of the rampant corruption that had eaten up the city of Kandosh. He had been a nobody. A piece of human waste. Amanda did not like feeling vulnerable but she relished it when she made others feel that way.

Lucien leaned over her, his eyes changing colors and that’s when she knew she was in a heap of trouble. Maybe even over her head in trouble. She should have known better than to piss him off. She couldn’t help it though, not where he was concerned. Something inside her made her push him, just to see how much she could get away with. Coldness invaded her body but that had nothing to do with the violent, dangerous shiver that rolled down her spine and infused her with fear.

Embrace it, Amanda. The fear.

She simply reminded herself. She must not allow Lucien to get the better of her. Easier said than done, especially when all of a sudden, everything went black. Had he put something over her eyes? No. Nothing covered her eyes, she was, for all intents and nefarious reasons, blind. She’d damn Lucien to hell but the man already lived there.

Then, something happened that disconcerted her. Something that made her skin crawl. She felt like she was suffocating, unable to breathe. In her nightmare, for surely this could only be a nightmare, she was hanging upside down. It was hard to tell considering the engulfing blackness. There was nothing to clarify her positioning, but she was naked and her hair stood hanging down from her head. Amanda tried moving her feet and felt them bound together, confirming the fact she was hanging. She felt a scream building in her lungs and creeping up her throat, ready to give voice. It was testament to her will, that it didn’t.

She shouldn’t have tempted Fate. The next instant, or so it seemed, she was overcome by her greatest fear. Helplessness. Unable to save herself. Unable to prevent anything from happening to her person. It trickled out of every living pore in her body. She was going to go mad any second now. She could feel it. Her heart was beating a rapid tattoo in her chest. It was beating so fast, she thought it would burst. Was this how she was meant to die? With no choice in the matter? Reality as she had known it, had ceased to exist. THIS was her reality. It felt like she dangled in the Pool of Eternity in this darkness, tortured and fighting against the helplessness that swamped her.

Embrace the fear, Amanda.

No.

Fear cuts deeper than any knife.

The words just kept coming, echoing in her head, over and over until she thought she’d scream from the madness of it all. Some small spark of rational lit up her mind and she clung to it, like a drowning man on a life raft.

"Are you alright my dear?"

A voice. It tore into her consciousness. Who was that? Where was he? And it was a he. Her mind battled for rationality. Lucien. Of course. Fucking vampire. She blinked. The world refocused itself. She was still sitting in her chair and that son-of-a-bitch was sitting down the table from her, calmly watching her infusing concern in his voice.

"You seemed out of it for a few minutes."

Her lips parted as she tried to speak, finding that no words would come. She closed her eyes and swallowed before trying again. It wasn’t an easy feat, given that her heart was still racing. Every ounce of training. Every ounce of will power, and hers was tremendous, she drew upon. Amanda came to her feet, pushing back the chair with the back of her thighs. Her eyes found his and held as she moved away from the table and toward him. One hand lingered behind, fingertips trailing across the white Damascus tablecloth until they encountered the cold steel of her eating knife. Her fingers closed around it, lifting it from the table as she moved closer to Lucien. She was about to do something stupid. At the moment, she simply did not care. Cold steel flashed catching the lighting that graced his dining room table. Its sharp point set against his skin, just below his ear. Her grip tightened on the handle. Her face was emotionless. Set. Pale. Her blue eyes beheld no emotion save the coldness she felt.

“You will not break me, Lucien. Bend me to your will, likely. But you will not break me. I will kill you or myself before I let that happen. I have danced with death many times. There is no one on this earth who would miss me if I died, so death is meaningless to me.”

She lowered her face to the side of his. Her lips close to his ear. She knew how sharp his hearing was. It was a gesture, nothing more.

“Do not mind fuck me again. You made me the monster that I am. Deal with it.”

It was her breath that whispered across his skin this time.

The little street urchin had grown up. Only Lucien could get under her skin and make her feel and do unwise things. He always had. He always would.

Lucian was watching in awe as Amanda recovered faster than anyone who had ever been unfortunate enough to suffer through Dementia. It was mere moments before she was good as new, up on her feet and not just up, she was walking straight and strong heading towards him with a steel knife held in a tight grip between slender fingers.

Resisting the urge to grin or move, Lucian stayed put and continued to eat the delicious treat in his plate. All the while Amanda was creeping closer, knife in hand and a killing intent etched into her deep beautiful eyes. That hateful, vengeful stare reminded him of her mother. The pretty hooker he had raped and fucked over and over in front of Amanda's eyes. Of course she can't remember that, as he had sealed that part of her memory on that very day, and that memory would never come back unless he unlocks it. He was contemplating a good time to unlock that memory.

That would be an intense memory upon being released, and would probably cause her mind to snap, at least temporarily. He remembered how he watched over Amanda ever since, making sure to expose her to as much danger and trouble as possible, making her life as hard and as miserable as possible. Keeping do-gooders away from her, and evil bastards in her way all the time. He had shaped her into this hateful vengeful monster, even way before he had 'rescued' her from that drunk bastard on that fateful day.

"That look fits her well," He thought as he maintained eye contact when she stood right next to him and pushed the knife to his neck threatening to cut him with the hopes of ending his existence and getting rid of the most troublesome being in her life, once and for all. They both knew that was easier said than done though.

“You will not break me, Lucien. Bend me to your will, likely. But you will not break me. I will kill you or myself before I let that happen. I have danced with death many times. There is no one on this earth who would miss me if I died, so death is meaningless to me. Do not mind fuck me again. You made me the monster that I am. Deal with it.”

Lucian listened to her in silence, she was making no effort to hide her threatening tone. He smiled, as he continued to eat with the knife pressing into his neck. He was proud of how he raised her. Not only did she recover from Dementia in an amazing speed, she had the audacity to draw a blade in his presence and put it to his neck, what courage!!!

Putting the knife and fork down, Lucian eyed her with the corner of his deep grey eyes. His hand moved quickly and seized her wrist. However, it wasn't to force it away from her neck, but rather into his neck. The knife was forced to cut his neck and his blood started gushing from the large cut for the one second he held her hand there. He then pulled her hand away, and in a matter of a second the wound had closed and the blood had disappeared into his skin. A smug expression found it's way onto his handsome features as he maintained unwavering eye contact with her during the whole process.

He gently took the knife from her hand and kept a relatively tight grip on her wrist as he guided her to the sofa. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, not pulling her down forcefully, only pulling her to rest on his thigh. It felt amazing to have his favorite girl's round firm bottom gracing his lap once more. He had always liked sitting her on his lap, whether as a kid or later as she grew up and he started teaching her about her sexuality.

One look at her delicate features calmed the storm raging inside him. This was the first time someone had the nerve to put a knife to his neck, and the last fool had suffered a slow and very painful death that made her wish she was never born. He was considering a similar fate for Amanda, torturing her body and mind endlessly trapping her mind in one of his sick dimensions while subjecting her tender body to all forms of physical torture that he had mastered over his long years.

That was one option, and one that promised to be rather fun, but he had to give her some chance to try her hand at redemption. He knew she would probably blow it and he will have to get violent with her soon, but it was always fun to experiment, trying to exercise his honeyed tongue before his violent nature. Using violence against her was inevitable, but he was trying to, more or less, delay the inevitable.

His mind brushed those thoughts away as he looked on his delicate prey, she must have thought and grown accustomed that she was more of a predator than a prey, but that's when trying to ignore the most dangerous of all predators; his kind. On the actual food chain, he held the highest position, and people like Amanda trailed behind; a close second.

He lent over her and his long tongue shot out to swirl around the slender column of her neck, teasing and playing with her. Kissing, licking and nibbling on her neck was on of his favorite attractions and he made sure to take all he could from her reluctant body for now. He kept at it for a few moments before blowing some warm air into her ear followed by some whispering, invading her thoughts and toying with her emotions.

"Are you fucking kidding me kid?" Lucian took her chin between thumb and index finger as his arm wrapped around her slender waist and he continued to whisper in her ear while he held her in place, firmly but gently "Are you really trying to kill me or even threaten me in my own house? And with a steel butter knife that can barely cut steak of all things? Please."

Lucian took a deep breath and then looked into her eyes again "As you can see, I am a master vampire, an ancient relic of the past, you simply can't get rid of me that easily, you just saw how fast I regenerate. It's an ability all vampires have and it improves with time and experience. For me, if you run that knife through my neck, by the time it crosses to the other end, the first end would have healed, so if you want to kill me bring a silver sharp blade next time as it slows regeneration. Oh and don't forget to burn the pieces later or I will just come back. People have tried killing me in a half-assed way before, and all it did was piss me off, trust me you don't want that my dear Amanda. And just a bit of advice as well, my senses become on full alert if a silver blade is close by, even rousing me from deep slumber, the moment a silver blade is in the vicinity, so don't try it while I sleep, it doesn't work. Poor Beth found that out the hard way"

He took a short break to laugh at the memory of Beth and to study her reaction and read her thoughts before continuing "As for trying to break you, again, please, you underestimate and misunderstand me again little one. I didn't use years of my life to raise and train you just to break you later. If I want to do it, I can, but that was never my intention, I do want to bend you to my will though, and I would rather do it with that delicious body of yours still in tact. As for that mind fuck, it was part of your punishment for being two hours late. You have yet to suffer through the second part, but make no mistake you will be doing that soon."

Lucian smirked wickedly as he made his final statement. He lent in again, his hand releasing her chin and sliding down to wrap around one of her tender breasts, squeezing and groping through the soft material of her shirt while his lips found her neck and then earlobe again. His most seductive tone invaded her ear and shook her very being "I missed you my love."

Amanda knew what he could see. Just what she wanted him to. Yet, inside she was a wreck. Lucien's little mind tricks left her with a slight disorientation, which was swiftly dispersing. He'd never know how much strength or will it took for her to stand up so casually, so calmly and walk toward him like nothing had happened. For that matter, she didn't know how she did it either. However, this was Lucien and any sign of weakness and he would pounce or, if not pounce, he'd file it away in that devious mind of his for future use.

She knew she was being reckless. Vampires littered the streets of Mordan. They were a dime a dozen except for those who were like Lucien. Street savvy, cold-bloodedly vicious and single-minded in their cause. That is what set Lucien apart, in her view, he had a cause. Not many did. The majority of them were self-centered.

The knife tip just below his ear was a gesture, that was all. She knew she could have pushed it in and he would have healed in a matter of seconds. To kill him she either took his head, burnt his body or drove a stake through his black heart. But, this was Lucien. She didn't want either of those things. Secretly, she was glad he still lived. She had wondered about that over the years. It seemed odd to her, at first, that he hadn't come after her. Amanda also knew she could do it. She could end it all, his life and her fascination with him. It would take some doing, but she could do it. He might even take her with him, locking her into eternity with him. Wouldn't that be a bitch?

Her skin tingled where he grabbed her wrist. She expected him to rip the knife from her grasp. Instead, he guided her hand, plunging it into his flesh. To her credit, she didn't flinch, not even when his blood splattered her. Her eyes watched in fascination as he pulled the knife from his throat, watched as the wound closed. Only then did he take the knife from her, his grip on her wrist tightening as he got up from the dining room chair, guiding her toward the sofa. With a superior look on his face, he pulled her down onto his lap.

The smug bastard. Her hand itched to slap him but what would that accomplish? Not much at all and it would only leave her with a hand that stung. She sat quietly, watching his face. Oddly, she found herself surprised that he had allowed her to get away with pulling the knife on him, even if it was only cutlery.

His arm came around her waist like a band of steel, daring her to move as his thumb and forefinger possessed her chin. He was spouting words. If he thought he was educating her, she'd let him think as he wished. Mentally she shrugged. Lucien, it seemed, had a lot of relearning to do where she was concerned. Educating herself, about many things, is was had kept her alive all this time. Her mind wandered to the silver knife in her possession, locked safely in a wall safe in her home. The knife she had blessed years ago, by one of the remaining, uncorrupted priests in one of the few churches that still existed. The same knife she had used before to kill many of his brethren. She wondered how many of them Lucien would claim as brethren.

Second part? Her mind snapped to attention. Her eyes raised to his. What did he mean by second part? What the hell had she willingly stepped into? A coil of uneasiness was winding its way up her spine. That smirk he was wearing didn't help any either. His hand coiled around one of her breasts, squeezing it. He leaned forward so his lips found her neck and then her earlobe. His voice was darkly seductive as his words seeped into her brain.

"I missed you my love."

Did he? Had he? Missed her? Then why hadn't he come after her? Why hadn't he drug her back? He never let go of what he considered his and he always told her she was exactly that. Coldness started to invade her pores as the truth dawned on her.

He hadn't come after her because he never let her go. All these years. Somewhere. Out there. Watching her. What else had he been doing? This was Lucien. There was more. There was always more. She turned her head slightly, toward him. Her lips nuzzled his cheek, working their way up toward his ear. Her voice was deceptively calm and soft as she whispered into the shell.

"How long, Lucien?"

Drawn to him like a moth to flame, she was destined to burn out of existence. Fire was cleansing. She didn't have a problem walking into fire. Her destiny with Lucien, for whatever that was or for however long, was never going to be an easy, made of roses, thing. It wasn't simple. It wasn't sweet. It was devouring and it was destined to eclipse anything she had ever known or would come to know.

Lucian invaded his lovely captive's mind once more, reading her thoughts as he sat her small body on his lap. The effect of telling her that he missed her was obvious in her thoughts. She was confused about whether he actually cared about her as more than a toy for his pleasure, and if so why had he let her leave and allow her to stay away for so long. The truth was that he did actually care, though not in a normal way, not as in how a man would love his girl and would want to take care of her and protect her. This was different, he wanted her in his own twisted way, but he did care and he did miss her, but he had no intention to explain himself. To keep her confused would be better and more fun.

Her thoughts continued to seep into his head as the realization hit her. She never actually got away from him, he was watching her all that time, and at any moment he was able to jump into her life and take back what was rightfully his, at least in his mind, she was rightfully his. She was, for all intents and purposes, his property, and no force in the world was going to change his perception.

She could consider her very lucky or very unlucky. On one hand, she was getting and will be getting the best sex in town as he had centuries of experience, she had also obtained a particular set of skills that allowed her to advance in society far more quickly than if she didn't have those skills. On the other hand, she was a toy for a merciless vampire who had no remorse and no regard for human life, and she would be the subject of his whims and his changing moods. Apparently, nothing is for free.

He smiled as she started to respond to his attention and her lips were moving around his neck. It felt heavenly, her lips felt as good on his body now as they ever did. He ignored her question and decided not to let her have her way. He knew she was probably kissing him to get away from the second part of her punishment, but that was hardly going to happen. He had to punish her, simple as that. Even if she didn't do anything wrong, the idea of tormenting her once again was too good to pass up. She had no choice but to suffer through what he had in mind.

That was her destiny, she was a blood doll to this sadistic vampire and would be like that till he decides to let her go, till he was bored of her and decides to get a new toy to play with. Her only hope would be that he doesn't break her before finding a new toy. He had no intention to break her as she was far too valuable, she wasn't simply a toy, she was supposed to be a companion as well. He wasn't going to tell her that, she would have to find it out on her own.

His hands let go of her breast and it moved up towards the top button of her shirt and his fingers slowly worked on the button, releasing it as his lips dove into her slender neck once more and kissed her tender flesh. Another kiss was planted onto her neck as the next button came free. More and more kisses landed on her delicious neck with every released button.

In a minute, her shirt was wide open, exposing her bra and the soft globes of her breasts hidden behind the silken underwear.

"I have to see if you look as good naked as you did years ago my love, besides, I prefer to finish your punishment while you're naked and helpless. It is more fun that way."

Lucian's lips curved into a wicked smirk as they engulfed her throat and a line of kisses was trailed all the way to the swell of her ample chest. The parts of her breasts that were showing were generously covered by kisses for a long moment while his hand climbed up her soft back, fingers scratching around her spine on the way to her bra.

His fingers took much longer than they really needed to undo the clasps of her bra, allowing his lips more time at sampling and tasting her tender flesh. The shirt was soon slipped off of her body, followed swiftly by her bra, and there she was sitting on his lap topless, her fleshy orbs presented for his pleasure. The coolness of the room had hit her skin, forcing her perky nipples into attention.

Amanda's nipples stood proud waiting for his lips or fingers to engulf them, and he was more than happy to oblige. He dove into her chest like a hawk dives into his prey. His lips wrapped around a nub while the other one was caught between thumb and forefinger.

Lucian resisted the urge to moan and give some sort of satisfied sound, but he held back as he devoured her hard nipples with lips and fingers.

It was a few minutes before Lucian managed to find the will to stop, her taste and texture was as intoxicating as ever, and as always, he had a hard time stopping once he had a slippery nipple in his mouth.

He licked his lips as he gazed into her eyes, a satisfied expression was clear on his handsome features as slapped her bottom and pushed her to her feet again. He wrapped his hands around her slender waist and made her stand between his legs. His mouth went to work on her soft flat belly as his fingers found the hem of her jeans and started to work on the button, getting ready to remove her jeans and panties.

Looking up into her eyes, he winked at her, the expression on his face and the look into his deep eyes promised things won't continue to be loving and gentle for a long time. Trouble was on the way.

"Kick off your shoes Amanda, it's time to get you naked," A lust-filled grin found it's way onto his lips as they dove back into her body, his tongue circling her belly button as his hands clamped around her waist forcing her to stay in place and limiting her movements.

"I have to see if you look as good naked as you did years ago my love, besides, I prefer to finish your punishment while you're naked and helpless. It is more fun that way."

His words had sinister and devious undertones to them and though she wouldn't admit it, he easily had instilled a sliver of fear along her spine. There was no telling with Lucien which way he would go. Would he be the sadistic beast she knew he could be? From their past together, Amanda remembered some of the things he had done to people who had crossed him. People who had switched their alliances. People who had taken his orders and while not totally disobeying them, added their own sense of whimsy. Lucien was arrogance personified. When he gave an order, it was to be carried out explicitly to the letter of his instruction. When he barked, someone had better jump. After just being on the recent end of Lucien's mind, she fretted about what he had in store for her. Obviously, her attempt to distract him from her punishment wasn't going to work. Lucien had little cause to use strict force with her. In their earlier years, Lucien never needed to use force with her, merely seduce her. She became putty in his hands. She had been a helpless goner from the moment he had decided he was going to have sex with her. What chance did a young, virginal, ripe for the picking, girl have against him? None. She was not that same girl now, but Lucien's spell was still capable of winding itself around her.

Amanda was still nibbling along his jaw and neck. Her lips parted slightly as the tip of her tongue snaked out from its confines to taste him. She inhaled deeply. He still smelled the same. Intoxicatingly male. She could feel her heart beating against his knuckles as they brushed against her newly exposed flesh. Her head fell back slightly and to one side as his lips reclaimed the tender, vulnerable flesh of her neck. His fingers continued to release the buttons on her shirt. She could feel the change in temperature as her breasts came into his view. Both ample, full, taut globes seemed to swell in their miniscule confines of her bra. His lips journeyed from her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, to her chest.

Lucien made short work of removing the wisp of lace covering her breasts and her shirt. They fell somewhere, to the floor she presumed. Her hands were curled over his shoulders. Her fingers dug into the flesh there as his mouth found one pert, hard nipple. Her other was caught between his finger and thumb. Amanda's back arched up against his mouth. A small moan of pleasure escaped her. Her dark eyes darkened further with building need and desire. Some things were hard to escape.

She bit back the words of protest that would have fallen from lips bruised by his own as he withdrew from her chest. Amanda's eyes opened. There was a starting ache between her thighs. Her breasts wanted him back there. But Lucien wasn't about giving her what she wanted. His expression was smug and satisfied. It should have chilled her, but she was still sinking under his seduction. A quick, hard little slap to her jean clad ass brought her up from under Lucien's web. His hands found her waist, lifting her from his lap, guiding her to stand between his legs. His hands deftly unbuttoned them, brushing aside the rougher material jeans were made of. His head dipped, lips moving along her stomach, making the muscles below the surface quiver to his touch. Amanda felt his hands slide inward, finding the waistband of her panties. He paused, looking up at her and winked. It was hardly a playful wink. The expression on his face, the look in his eyes, all promised her that she was going to pay for her little show of defiance.


"Kick off your shoes Amanda, it's time to get you naked."

Her observance of his wicked grin was short-lived as she slipped off her heels because his face lowered back to her silky smooth, flawless skin. His tongue circling her belly button, making her squirm where she stood. His hands tightened around her waist, as if warning her to be still and insuring it. Her fingers curled into his hair, gripping it. Amanda inhaled sharply. The tension, the throbbing, that had started deep inside her body, was surfacing. He was hellbent on making her ache for him.

Lucien was the devil incarnate. Damn him for making her feel like that young girl of long ago, once again. She had no one to blame but herself for stepping into his den of antiquity. Granted, she had little choice in the matter. If she had denied him, he would have hunted her down and drug her back. He had shown her already that he could find her, that he had never lost her to begin with. Her punishment for making him hunt her, she did not wish to contemplate. Her knees started to quiver as it dawned on her, even through the sensual web he was drawing her further into, that his punishment was going be much worse than she even realized.

Gone for the moment was the cold, calculating assassin he had created. In her place, before him, stood a hot-blooded female on the brink of desiring her male, where nothing else mattered but sating this growing, gnawing ache for him. It was an ache that wasn't going to go away until he filled her and drove the two of them into sensual madness. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be that simple. It wasn't going to be that easy. Lucien, she knew from experience, could be downright evil. He had a lesson to teach her, a lesson she was hardly likely to forget any time soon.

Her slender fingers felt good entwined in his short dark hair, her waist felt good on his palm and her belly felt even better to his tongue and lips. He gave her belly button a long loud kiss as she obeyed and kicked off her heels. He always liked the idea of rewarding lovely Amanda for being a good girl, but what he liked more was the concept of crime and punishment and the fact that his understanding of this concept meant that the law of proportionality never applies. The punishment was always several magnitudes greater than the offense instead of being proportional to it.

Lucian explained to his girls that his version and understanding would save them from future punishments, whereas if he were lenient with them, they wouldn’t have learned. Of course, his actual reasoning is completely different, he just enjoyed harsher punishments just for the fun of it, but being the manipulative bastard he was, he had to make his dolls feel guilty and accept whatever he subjected them to.

Amanda would be no exception, her crime was being two hours late, the punishment she had received so far in the form of being subjected to Dementia should be more than enough, but it was hardly enough in Lucian’s mind. He was still coming up with the best way to punish her, and getting her naked and aroused would be just a prelude that she wouldn’t exactly mind. The quivering of her knees and her expression told him that she was enjoying her time which was totally fine by him. He always wanted his women to enjoy their times with him when that was his aim, and they most certainly did enjoy being intimate with him whether during rough or gentle sex. The only time when he doesn’t want them enjoying their time is during a punishment where he would be the only one allowed to have a good time.

With those thoughts, Lucian’s fingers hooked into the waistband of Amanda’s panties and started pulling them down very slowly, the tips of his fingers gently scratching her hips as his thumbs were hooked into the soft material of the panties and the jeans over it. His lips went back to work on her sensitive belly and were travelling down very slowly as more and more of her creamy skin was being put on show.

Her sex came into view mere moments later and from its color and scent, Lucian could see she was indeed in an aroused state. In order to keep her there, Lucian’s lips locked around her nether ones and he began the teasing cycle of kissing her most sensitive skin while his fingers continued their slow march down towards her knees which were barely holding her at that point. His nails were gently scratching her outer thighs as his hands brought her clothes down, showing more and more of her gorgeous body for his viewing pleasure.

Lucian’s lips released her pussy after a few short moments of granting her pleasure leaving her in a highly aroused state but not nearly satisfied. He looked up into her eyes and she could see a sinister look forming deep in his eyes as he licked his lips and grinned at her. “You taste just as good as I remember my dear girl, I am sure we will be having a lot of fun don’t you think little one?”

He really did not care about what she was thinking at that moment, so he didn’t wait for her reply. Instead his lips moved down from her sex to her inner thighs and he began to kiss and lick at her tender flesh while his hands continued to pull down her clothes. This continued for a few moments before he let go of her jeans and panties letting them pool around her dainty feet.

Lucian smiled wide at her; she was naked before him for the first time in years. In all those years, he didn’t enjoy a female’s body as much as he had enjoyed hers. He had a longing for her, but will not allow that to show on his expressions or his actions.

With those last thoughts, his hand moved behind her and his palm landed painfully on her now-bare bottom, immediately causing a pink flush to erupt on her creamy skin. His hand rested on her belly so she wouldn’t fall over him from the power of the slap.

Lucian chuckled, amused at the feeling of her ass and just how much fun it was to slap her like that. Spanking her ranked as some of the most fun things to do, but he knew it wasn’t nearly painful enough to add it to her list of possible punishments to pick from, he merely spanked her when he felt like it and not to correct an infraction she had committed.

His hand then moved to her knee, grabbing the flesh behind that knee and pulling her leg up, freeing her foot from the jeans and panties, then resting her knee to the right of his thigh. The hand then moved to her other knee and similarly pulled her small foot from the pile of clothes and rested her leg on the other side of his thigh. He looked at the lovely girl straddling his lap and grinned at the sight. “Such a beauty you are my dear. It’s hard to believe your body hadn’t aged at all, you have been taking real good care of that tender body, and I am really glad to see you preserved your sexy body for me.”

Lucian’s hands moved to cup her ass from behind, his fingers possessively groping and squeezing the young flesh reacquainting himself with her skin and how it felt under his touch and how it reacted to his attention.

One hand then slid up her silky back and rested at the nape of her neck, grabbing a handful of her silken mane and pulling down hard on it forcing her to arch her back, look up and present her body to him more signaling that it’s about to begin, the gentle treatment was about to stop and the harsh punishment will be starting. His leg went up a little causing his thigh to brush her already-wet pussy. It moved very slowly, gently stroking the sensitive skin in stark contrast to the hand pulling her hair and forcing her into an uncomfortable position.

Beware Romans bearing gifts.

Isn't that how the saying went? And this was Lucien of all people. He was being generous. Too generous. Alarm bells were going off in her head, but she couldn't help feeling the way she felt, the way Lucien wanted her to feel. He was a master at seduction, nothing surprising there.

Beware.

Lucien was exploiting her sensuality but to what purpose? Her panties slid down her thighs, the jeans with them. She knew damn well she was aroused and Lucien, as if he needed the proof of it, knew it too. Her hips thrust slightly toward his face as she felt his talented mouth against her most feminine attribute. At one point, she was on tiptoe as he teased her flesh. He knew where to touch to bring out her greatest arousal. Her fingers buried themselves in his hair.

"Damn you, Lucien," she murmured through clenched teeth.

The look he shot her should have put fear into her. But she didn't look that deeply. She was riding this wave of desire that, damn him, he kept her from cresting. It caused her to tip back her head, eyes closed. His lips and teeth tormented her inner thighs and she would have spread her legs wider if only the confines of her jeans had allowed it. She could feel them pooled around her ankles, trapping her.

A sudden sharp yelp left her lips as Lucien's hand found the tender curve of her backside. It stung. A little. The smack to her ass. He had put enough force behind it that she could feel a little warmth there. Her head came upright. Her eyes glared down at the top of his head. But she could hardly deny the tingle that spread throughout her body caused by his action. One spank, that was it and then his hand was behind her knee, urging her leg up to free it from her jeans. Then the same action to the other. Obediently, she lifted her legs on cue and let them come to rest on either side of his knees. Her thighs were spread slightly apart, giving him all the access he possibly could want. Deceptively, his hands went around her, clutching at the fleshly firm globes of her ass, squeezing them. Her body throbbed, inside and out. She felt the palm of his hand slid up her back, coming to rest possessively at the nape of her neck. A moment. Just a blink of an eye, really. The atmosphere shifted. her hair was gathered in his hand and forcefully yanked back, making her body bow toward him, her eyes pointed toward the ceiling. Her heart rate accelerated as did her breathing. Her punishment, it seemed, was about to commence. She was grateful for her flexibility. Her body jerked slightly as Lucien deliberately rubbed his trouser clad thigh between her legs, against her growing wetness. It hadn't been an accidental brushing because he was stroking her with it. The contrast of the material compared to the recent softness of his mouth was not lost on her. Her body immediately reacted to the swift change in his demeanor. The flesh of her breasts tightened. Her nipples became painfully harder. She resisted the urge to ride his thigh, to press her wetness against that thigh of his and wantonly find her pleasure. Oh no, Lucien wasn't about to allow her such relief.

She stood there, legs spread on either side of his thighs, his own rubbing against her as he held her hair in a firm grasp. She ached. She wanted, but none of that mattered. Lucien was in full control here and well he knew it. She refused to moan, refused to give voice to her need. They were locked in a silent battle, one she had no hope of ever winning. Amanda was the Ice Queen incarnate. Lucien, however, was the fire that could melt that ice into a puddle and that scared her to death.

Amanda was naked and was straddling Lucian's lap. Her soft hair was being pulled downward forcing her to look up and present her body to him to do as he pleased with it. He kept a tight grip on her hair while taking a break from the teasing, just leaving his leg in contact with her wet treasure. He looked at her sexy body, she was small, but had generous curves in all the right places. She could be described as adorable if it wasn't for her track record of massacring dozens of men and women, human and otherwise, to get to her goal.

"Damn you, Lucien," He chuckled at her comment wondering why she was still trying to deny her attraction and arousal, she was damning him while her wet sex argued otherwise. The body, as always, was an infamous betrayer, and Amanda's body was no different. No amount of training was going to allow her to control that crazy bundle of nerves between her milky thighs. When they are coaxed into attention, there would be no stopping that juggernaut as it shoots into her brain. No matter how many vampires she had slain, how many politicians she had blackmailed and how many shoulders she climbed on, her pussy would still respond to stimulation, especially one from an expert at teasing and seduction like Lucian here.

Just as Amanda's lips betrayed her arousal, Lucian's lips betrayed his amusement as they curved into a lust-filled grin. He was definitely enjoying his time as his captive obediently maintained that posture he silently ordered her to assume.

Out of nowhere, Lucian's large strong hand landed suddenly on her tender breast. Her breasts were oblivious of the threat in being within range of Lucian's hands when he was in punishment mode. The heavy price to pay for this ignorance was slap after slap falling on the tender orbs of pleasure. His hand held her hair tightly as his hands landed on her chest over and over, rendering the milky flesh pink in less than a minute.

Satisfied with the soft blush across her chest, Lucian licked his lips and dived into her cleavage. His mouth quickly maneuvering to capture a nipple between hungry sharp teeth. Their tight grip translating into sharp pain in poor Amanda's mind. To dull all this pain, and keep the delicious girl relatively under control, his thigh resumed rubbing against her hungry petals the moment his hands started slapping around her breasts, making sure to give her a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

His hand then moved to cup her sex declaring that area as 'Lucian's property'. His palm wrapped around her love hole possessively while his lips sucked and kissed at her nipple after the torturous grip of his teeth offering loads of pleasure after pain. "You belong to me Amanda, install that info in that large head of yours, or I will be forced to install it for you, and trust me you don't want that, so I need you to summon your willpower, limited as it may be, and not squirm too much as I punish you."

Lips parted and released the delicious hard nub as his eyes stared right into her soul with the aim of making her feel even more naked and vulnerable than she already was. "It's time for the real attractions."

With those words, Lucian's strong large hands grabbed Amanda's slender waist and hoisted her up, throwing her small body over his broad shoulders as he stood up. His hands immediately went to work, one of them resting on her ass, feeling the sexy curves of her rear. Meanwhile, the other hand snaked between her thighs and caressed her inner thighs before sliding up to her sex again, giving her something to keep her busy as he carried her young body to his room. His hands caressed, groped and pinched her in all the sensitive places of her bottom, thighs and sex while making sure to give her cute butt a few slaps during the climb on the stairs through his large luxurious mansion.

A couple minutes later, they were entering his huge bedroom, complete with a huge king-sized bed, all the electronic entertainment devices, a master bathroom complete with a huge tub, a walk in closet and a small door that leads to a mini-dungeon.

Lucian gave Amanda's gorgeous bottom another slap before letting her back down on her small feet. His hands immediately went to work holding her cheeks and rubbing her silky flesh as he looked right into her eyes "I am sure you remember I always keep a small dungeon in my bedroom for small punishments. In this case I would think this is a small punishment so no need to take you downstairs today. Maybe some other time when you mess up some more, we will visit it, or just if I feel like strapping you up and beating the living hell out of you. We'll just have to wait and see."

He mentioned restraining her and torturing her as if it were normal everyday acts. For him they were certainly normal, and even necessary daily activities just like eating and sleeping for 'normal' people.

Lucian then grabbed a handful of her silky hair and guided her to the room where a wooden pole stood in the middle, waiting. A horizontal bar was fixed more than halfway up on that pole. Multiple leather cuffs of various sizes were positioned on the post and the bar waiting to wrap around some unlucky girl's limbs. At this time the girl that would be gracing the device would be the young and lovely Amanda.

Lucian guided his doll to one of his punishment posts. This one being his favorite during this period of time. He pointed with his chin at an assortment of whips, canes, floggers, crops and many other instruments of pain of varying sizes and shapes that were hanging on the opposite wall. "I will be a bit merciful with you because this is your first day here, and you might, just might, have forgotten what it means to piss me off, so I am going to be a gentleman and give you the benefit of the doubt, and so I will allow you to choose the instrument of your punishment. If your brain insists on not bringing memories back, then I will choose a tool and persuade your big head into thinking straight again."

A sinister grin was starting to decorate his handsome features as he was getting ready for some intense session with his favorite girl of the current century. At that moment, the sadistic vampire was almost....... almost feeling just a bit bad for her.

He continued to hold her like that, in that simple positioning, her body presented to him, every part of her open and vulnerable. She was just beginning to let her mind wander. What was his next move? What was he planning to do with her? The first silent question was answered when she felt the sudden slap to her breasts. She felt the shock of his action roll through her. Instinctively, she struggled not to block his hands. Amanda knew that the attempt would fail and all it would accomplish was more of the same or worse. The only sign of her displeasure was the narrowing of her eyes. Slap after slap fell upon her breasts. There was a different sort of ache to them now and she could feel the heat from his actions. Lucien, was a sadist. He found pleasure in the pain of others. The muscles along her jaw clenched and unclenched, over and over again. He was just beginning her punishment. Her breath hissed inward sharply as the blows stopped and his mouth replaced his hands, his sharp teeth finding and closing in on an aching nipple. His thigh resumed its movements against her throbbing lower lips. Pleasure and pain were bedfellows, a tightrope he mastered to keep her balanced on. It was a line she adored being on.

His hand possessively cupped her there, between her legs. She struggled not to respond at all, to his mouth at her chest or to his hand. She withheld the soft moan that threatened to leave her, but she could not stop herself from grinding against his hand.

"You belong to me Amanda, install that info in that large head of yours, or I will be forced to install it for you, and trust me you don't want that, so I need you to summon your willpower, limited as it may be, and not squirm too much as I punish you."

Her? A large head? That made her silently snicker. If anyone had a "large head", it was Lucien. He didn't give her time to retort. His mouth released its engorged prisoner. Maybe it was a good thing she was staring at the ceiling when his next words came. For surely, if she had seen the look in his eyes, it would have rattled her and that was saying a lot. She had nerves of steel, perfected over the years through experience.

"It's time for the real attractions."

Her heart thumped against her chest wall. She was momentarily distracted by Lucien flinging her over his shoulder as if she were a rag doll or a sack of potatoes. The only thing that left her lips was a slight grunt. She was fighting the swimming in her head from the sudden switch of being forced to look up and now, down. Lucien wasn't helping matters. One hand rested on the curve of her ass. His other hand slipped between her thighs to torment her further. Her small fists pounded on his back. From her current position she had no way of making those fists hurt.

"Damn it, Lucien. I'm not a bag of rags nor am I a sack of potatoes to be draped over your shoulder," her legs ineffectively tried to kick against his body, "now put me the hell down."

She could have saved her breath. He continued to carry her up the winding staircase, his hands busily caressing, probing and stroking her person. If she wasn't upside down and found her head bouncing against his back, she would have tried biting him. It wasn't long before they entered a large room. Lifting her head and looking around, Amanda surmised they were in his bedroom. Well, that was better than being lugged down to his dungeon. That, at least, was something to be thankful for. She realized that her small bout of defiance wasn't so bad in his mind that she required being taken below. If she ever ended up down there.... a shudder ran through her.

Lucien let her slip from his shoulder. When her feet touched the floor she fought the temptation to punch him.

"I am sure you remember I always keep a small dungeon in my bedroom for small punishments. In this case I would think this is a small punishment so no need to take you downstairs today. Maybe some other time when you mess up some more, we will visit it, or just if I feel like strapping you up and beating the living hell out of you. We'll just have to wait and see."

Yeah. Yeah. Sure. Sure. It was going to be a cold day in hell before she let him just take her below and beat the fuck out of her for the sheer pleasure of doing so. She had never been his punching bag and she sure as hell wasn't going to let him start.

He grabbed her hair again, half dragging, half walking her into another room off his bedroom and toward a horizontal pole in the small room. He didn't have to point out all his play toys. Her eyes were already taking stock even as she was listening to him. Oh yes. Lucien had introduced her to the realm where pleasure and pain resided. She had learned how to turn the pain he inflicted on her body into the pleasure he fed her until both blended into one fierce orgasm. It had been a long, long time since she had been on the brunt end of such skills. Come to think of it, the last time had been with Lucien. After she had fled, Amanda had become the one to administer such things to others and if they were damn lucky, she didn't kill them after she had fucked them. He wanted her to choose. Fuck. Her eyes went from one thing to another. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Each of those lovely instruments hanging on his walls could and would inflict intense pain. She didn't relish her body being scarred or the thought of having to nurse painful welts. Amanda licked her lips. He was waiting. Her eyes closed briefly. A deep breath taken and expelled.

"The whip. I choose the whip."

Her eyes went directly to coiled leather whip hanging on the wall. She had a love hate relationship with that thing. Hell, that described her relationship with Lucien, come to think of it.

"Damn it, Lucien. I'm not a bag of rags nor am I a sack of potatoes to be draped over your shoulder, now put me the hell down." Her funny words were still ringing into his mind as she was 'browsing' his assortment of pain-delivering instruments. Whipping was an art in Lucian's mind and so he never bought anything less than first quality, often paying ridiculous sums of money to acquire custom-made whips or canes to use on his unlucky victims.

"The whip. I choose the whip." Lucian laughed at her tone and her body language. She was scared after all, and that was thrilling for the sadist primal male deep inside him.

Lucian pushed the girl to the post, her back was facing him. It was time to secure her to the sturdy device and start her punishment "Smart choice my dear girl, this is probably the least painful of the instruments, still it will be fun to use on your tender body, so I can't complain."

Her head was forced forward so her forehead was touching the wooden pole. He grabbed her neck and pulled her up forcing her to stand on her toes. After that, a thick strap of leather was quickly and tightly wrapped around her slender neck forcing her to keep her head glued to the pole.

He stood behind her pushing her small body into the pole with his larger stronger body. The pole passed through her cleavage and her breasts hung from either side of the pole. He kept her glued to the pole as his hands reached in front of her, seizing her nipples between large digits, pinching and twisting them painfully. They were already hard from being exposed to the cool air in the room, and from previous touching and slapping, but that wasn't enough for him as he played with them till they were rock hard. At that moment he snapped hard clamps around her tender nipples. The merciless clamps were part of the devious punishment device.

He knew her hands were still free, and it was as if he was daring her to relieve the pressure on her tortured nipples or release her trapped neck.

That wouldn't be the case for long though as he grabbed her right wrist and pulled her hand all the way to the end of the pole to a waiting leather cuff that was quickly and efficiently wrapped around her wrist forcing her to keep her arm extended all the way to the right. The same process was repeated with her left hand forcing her arms to remain stretched uncomfortably to either side of the pole.

The only thing that didn't quite make sense in all this was that all the cuffs were generously padded, to ensure that while the cuffs were very tight, they weren't uncomfortable and wouldn't leave marks. He usually wasn't quite merciful with his toys, but this one was special and he intended to keep her around for long, so the less bruises and damage to her body, the better.

Lucian then leaned down and pushed her feet close together before wrapping a padded leather strap around both her ankles strapping her feet to the device while she was standing awkwardly on her toes.

Now that she was secured tightly enough, Lucian moved to the wall and brought the whip. He stood in front of her and made sure she took a good long look at the whip before it tears into her young flesh. He was then contemplating whether to gag and blindfold her or not, but then realized he will not rob her of the ability to scream or see the whip landing on her gorgeous body or the effects of that landing.

Lucian licked his lips hungrily as he looked at his delicious, and now helpless captive. His eyes had turned red with the excitement and were oozing malice and cruelty. His lips weren't comforting either as they curved into a sinister wide grin.

Giving her the look that promised mountains of pain, he took the whip and moved to stand behind her. He had no intention to let her relax and get over with it, and thus wouldn't start whipping her immediately.

She would have no idea when or where or how hard he would be hitting her. The tension and anticipation were major parts of what made the whole thing so much fun for him. He waited for a good long minute, or maybe more. During that time, his eyes traveled down to her cute bare feet and then slowly up her slender bare legs, thighs and all the way up to her bare bottom and he liked what he saw. Her back was no less stunning, smooth and milky skin waiting for his abuse.

He licked his lips again imagining the contrast between her milky flesh and the red bruises that would soon form wherever and whenever he desired them to form. Her tender body was his to mark and abuse as he pleased.

The long minute probably passed like a year for poor little Amanda as she waited and waited, but she would have to wait no more as the sound of the whip cutting through the air reached her ear right before the rough leather landed on her bare back. The furious lash translated into an angry line of pain immediately forming on her creamy skin followed by another and another and another. The unforgiving leather had smashed against her helpless body four times, drawing four horizontal, and almost-equally spaced, welts on her delicious back.

Lucian nodded to himself, giving Amanda a small breather before the whip was raised again in the air then crashing hard against her body. This time her ass was the target of the merciless whip as it lashed and slashed against the round curves of her bottom multiple times.

The next batch of lashes landed more than a minute later, again giving her time to dreadfully anticipate the next slash. The whistling sound followed by sharp pain on her body would be her only clues as to when the next hit would land, only the clues would be too late, not that she could do anything about it had she received the clues earlier. Her thighs were being slashed by the tough, but flexible leather. The unforgiving leather met tender flesh over and over. Each lash on her thighs crisscrossing the one preceding it.

Lucian paused to allow his doll to catch her breath, and to admire his work so far. He had made her feel the sting of the whip on her back, her ass and her upper thighs so far. Her body was already bruised and in pain. He walked to the wall and hung the whip back in place, and then looked back into his girl's eyes. A warm smile decorating his lips as his eyes were calm and almost loving.

He looked at her with that gentle caring look for a good three minutes, without saying a word.

His hand then reached behind him and took a long thin cane from the wall. His expression changed immediately to one of malice and wickedness. He was far from done punishing her. Mercy had no place in his heart. He only wanted to give her some false hope that the worst was over. He slashed the air with the new, much more threatening new tool and proceeded to walk behind her again. He lent into her and his mouth brushed her ear as he whispered in her mind "Just kidding little one, the party is just beginning."

Hard on the heels of her decision, she felt Lucien push her toward the pole. His hand clamped around her neck from behind, forcing her spine to straighten and up on tiptoe. With her forehead pressed to the vertical pole, she felt a leather strap close around her neck. A tentative movement or rather, an attempt on her part to move her head, failed. His large body pressed against hers, insuring that she couldn't move. From the corner of her eye, she saw his hand moved. His fingers closed around her nipples, maliciously tweaking them. Her body struggled back against him, trying to pull away, but the strap of leather around her neck and his body weren't allowing that to happen. The sudden clamping on her nipples almost brought a whimper to her throat. Her will power prevented it from floating out so all that escaped her was a minute sound of discomfort.

Sink into it, Amanda.

It wasn't so easy. For years now, it was she administering the pain and punishment. If she didn't find her way back into that place, what Lucien had in store for her was bound to cause her misery. Heat from the nipple clamps spread across her chest, mingling with the radiating pain they caused and he hadn't even lifted the whip from the wall yet. Her hands were still free, but what could she do with them that wouldn't result in a deeper punishment, maybe even resulting in him hauling her ass to his dungeon below. She could move fast but not as fast as now she knew Lucien could. The odds were not in her favor at this point. She didn't have long to wait before he seized her right wrist, forcing her arm to extend along the vertical pole as he secured it in place. He secured her left wrist in the same fashion before crouching behind her, forcing her feet together so he could bind her ankles. She tugged experimentally at her bindings. She didn't like this at all. Amanda had been free too long, been her own boss for so long at being forced to do another's will was a foreign thing to her. But the memories came flooding back, of days long gone by when she willingly stood against his devices and allowed him to secure her to them, when she had felt his lash fall against her skin, turning her into a whimpering mass of willing flesh that had begged him to fuck her, back when she felt proud to carry his markings on her body because she had endured them so well.

The silence in the room was opressive. Lucien standing, moving toward the wall to take down his whip broke her train of thought. She couldn't see him but she sensed his movements. He moved back behind her. Amanda's muscles stiffened as she waited for the first blow to land. Tension. Anticipation. Each grew by leaps and bounds as she was forced to await his hand. She could feel his hunger licking around the edges and the glee. Lucien knew exactly what he was doing. If he was hoping to terrorize her mind, he should have known it would take much more than this. After all, as she had reminded him, he created her. He had taught her the pleasure to be had in the pain. Moments drug out. When would he decide to stop toying with her and get on with it?

She heard it before she felt it. That distinctive sound of leather cutting through the air just before it landed upon her tender flesh. They came in rapid succession, the lashes. She didn't have time to adjust to the pain. It simply tore through her. Each time another lash fell, the crest of pain would rise again. Each time leather met flesh, her back arched as much as her bindings would allow for. Four times, she counted them, his whip kissed her back. The throb of pain etched into her back along with the welts left by the whip. She managed a deep breath, unfocused her mind before the next set of lashes fell. This time, across her ass. She bit her lips to keep from crying out.

Find it, Amanda. Find the place.

Her whole backside was on fire. After all these years, when she thought she had become jaded and dead. Lucien, once again, made her live. Her fingernails curled over, digging into her palms. They were the only things that could move. She wasn't going to scream. No matter what he did, she refused to give him that. Even when he whipped her tender thighs. She felt the lash of leather curl lovingly around each thigh for a moment before Lucien drew back the whip. She could feel the heat of pain. Maybe even the rising of welts there. Her eyes had closed, allowing her to focus on her breathing. Sweat glistened on her forehead. Her shoulders sagged and she forced air into her lungs as he paused. He wasn't done yet. He couldn't be. She had never known Lucien to be so merciful before. And he wasn't. Cold dread filled her as he moved back to the wall, rehanging the whip.

Oh god. His hand reached for the cane. Not that. The cane was less forgiving. Less malleable. She hated the cane. As he moved behind her again, as she felt his body lean against her pain filled back, she heard his whisper. She struggled against her bindings then. It didn't matter if it was useless. It was instinctive. Fear did that to a person.

Lucian was having some of the most fun he had in a long time. It was the first time in years that he had whipped such a beauty and enjoyed tormenting her as she took it with very little squirming and no screaming, not even whimpers of pain. He was proud of how he raised her. She was tough, very tough, but he wondered how tough.

The introduction of the cane should give him a hint as to how tough she was, and whether the long years of being the one administering pain had lowered her tolerance for pain or not. Only time will tell.

He stood behind her, his free hand reached around and grabbed a breast possessively pulling and pushing on it, watching as it moved while the pressure on her nipple increased and decreased according to his will. He then rested his chin on her shoulder speaking in a very calm voice that didn't betray his high level of excitement. His hot breath glided over her skin as he whispered into her ear drinking in her scent in the close proximity "You're quite a bit tough my dear, but how many lashes with this lovely cane can you take before you begin grace the room with your screams and shrieks?"

Keeping a tight hold on the beautiful globe of her breast, Lucian lifted his chin from Amanda's soft shoulder and moved to her side. He adjusted his hold on her tender breast so that the side was exposed. He moved the slender cane, resting it on her heaving chest. He lifted the cane and brought it down slowly and weakly on the side of her breast, over and over. They were very weak lashes and more like patting. He was just toying with her again before, out of nowhere, the first hard lash kissed her bare breast followed by another and another, each one stretching her breast, forcing more pressure onto her trapped nipple.

Lifting the cane from her breast, Lucian lent down and licked up the side of her breast, right where the cane had landed intermingling soothing feelings with the burning tinglings of pain. He reveled in the delicious taste of her fleshy orb for a few moments before releasing it, licking his lips and moving to the other breast.

The same process was repeated, he held on to her tender flesh and the cane landed three times in quick succession on the side of her breast. The angry red welts that began to rise on her chest vivid proof that the pain she felt was indeed real even if she resisted announcing it. And again, his tongue snaked onto her mountain of pleasure licking at the lashes, tasting the burning skin.

Letting go of the second tortured breast, he moved behind her again and looked at her backside, multiple welts were showing clearly on her back, bottom and thighs, soon to be joined by others from the cane.

Unlike the first time, Lucian didn't wait and leave the poor girl to anticipate when he would be hitting her. The moment he moved behind her back, the thin rod found her upper back, slashing across her delicate skin, and then again, drawing a cross over the very first welt done by the whip earlier.

The tip of the cane then slid down her back and to her bottom. He ran the tip of the rod along the contours of her ass cheeks. It felt so thin and light, its touch firm but not strong and hardly seemed capable of inflicting the torments that currently plagued her and many an unlucky soul before her.

The attention of the cane was then directed to her firm butt, slashing and stinging over and over, randomly. He wasn't counting the lashes or doing them in a particular order. The painting was only her back, the rest of her body, was just there to bruise randomly. After a minute of continuous whipping, her bottom had turned red, an evidence of the pain he was so skillfully administering to her body.

"Oh I think you should look at your lovely back my dear, hang on," He stopped with the whipping and moved to place a full-length mirror behind her, and then another one in front of her. Her reflection was now clear before her eyes.

"Ok back to work," Lucian said casually as he moved back behind her, making sure not to block the reflection in the mirror. He looked at her body trying to figure out what to hurt next. His eyes quickly found the next target as the cane landed viciously against the back of her exposed knee followed by an equally unforgiving lash on the sensitive flesh on the back of her other knee. He knew that was one of the most painful areas to whip.

Lucian then got down on one knee behind her as he freed her right foot from the leather strap. He rose up holding her small foot in his large strong hand forcing her to bend her leg backwards at the knee. Her foot was pointing up as the tip of the cane rested on the soft arch of her dainty foot. “The sole of the foot is very susceptible to pain. I am sure you are well aware of that Amanda” He said calmly, and he began lightly tapping the wand against her twitching foot.

Before she had a chance to reply or think about this, the lash came down hard on the tender sole of her foot quickly followed by a harder slash crisscrossing the first. The third lash landed on her exposed toes with no less force. He knew those cruel lashes would cause her foot to sting for days, making it hard to walk properly for sometime. He had no problem with that, she would actually look cute limping from the pain in her foot.

He let go of her foot, and before it landed back on the floor, his hand hooked on the back of her knee and lifted her leg high and to the side spreading her legs. The tips of his fingers scratched the back of her knee, right where the cane had landed.

The cane quickly sneaked between her newly-spread legs to the apex of her thighs where her well-guarded treasure awaited. The unforgiving wand stroked the wet petals of her sex for a good long minute as he whispered into her ear again "You are mine Amanda, my pet, my slave, my sex toy," he paused for a moment as he withdrew the cane down and then pushed it up hard crashing against her outer lips, knowing a lash there on this most sensitive skin is more painful than anywhere else on the body, before he continued "My blood doll."

Lucian announced cruelly as the rod found her hungry pussy again and again "It would hurt to have sex and pee for a week now little one" Lucian laughed menacingly as his teeth snatched her earlobe and nibbled on it while the cane landed one last time viciously on her nether lips.

It was bad enough that he reached for the cane but to add to her discomfort, as he stood behind her, he reached around to squeeze her breast. Her nipples, she was sure, were numb by now. The first wave of pain had passed. The heat that had wrenched up from the pressure of the clamps, was now a mild hum. The only time it soared was when he messed with either breast or the clamps. His chin rested on her shoulder as his hot breath poured over her shoulder. It deepened the throb centered in her nipples and between her legs.

"You're quite a bit tough my dear, but how many lashes with this lovely cane can you take before you begin grace the room with your screams and shrieks?"

She would have turned her head and stared him down if she could have. Instead, she managed to put all of her disdain for him into her voice.

"I'll be dead before that happens, Lucien."

The cane she dreaded and hated, rested lightly across her breasts, making her heart thump. Dear god, he wasn't going to.... the cane rose and fell across the soft silken globe of her breasts. She braced herself for the worst and found the strikes to be something extra mild, like a swat one would adminster to a child's bottom to get their attention. She should have drawn the similarity. For in the next moment, and he hadn't lured her into anything less, the cane came crashing down with harder intent. She bucked against her bindings. Amanda wasn't going far. She was securely fastened. Her breasts were tender. A shriek of pain flooded the depth of her throat but she would be damned before she released it. Just when she thought she could bear no more, Lucien lifted his cane, leaned his head over and down, softly, seductively, licked along the welts that were rising. He soothed. He made the lines between pain and pleasure blur. Lucien was a fair man. What was done to one side, should be done to the other. Her other breast met the same fate. Three times the cane rose and fell with force. She tried jerking her chest away from his questing tongue, but he would not be denied his due.

Lucien moved behind her and before she could ready herself, it rose and fell against her upper back. The thin rod made a soft whistling sound in the air just before it struck tender flesh. Her back bowed with each blow. Welts rose above welts. Her upper lip curled inward as she bit on it with her lower teeth. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth before her tongue could lap it back up.

The tip of the cane slid down her spine, stopping at her buttocks. Mentally, she was prepared. Its touch however, felt so innocuous. But she knew better. Her thoughts were confirmed when the cane rose and fell against the curve of her ass randomly. She never counted. She endured but the heat rising from her skin, the throb of pain that wasn't only on the surface but much deeper, all spoke of many lashes.

He wanted her to look at his handiwork. And for what? To praise him? He could kiss her----. As much as she refused to look into the mirror he set before her, she found her head sliding against the pole and at least one of her eyes finding the mirror's surface. Fuck. Her back was a massive red. He was very good at his work. He hadn't broke skin...yet. Her head shifted back on the pole and her eyes closed. Idly she wondered how in hell she was going to be able to go to work the next day and act like nothing was wrong. In the meanwhile, Lucien had returned to her side and was kneeling slightly behind her.

“The sole of the foot is very susceptible to pain. I am sure you are well aware of that Amanda”

She did too! Her body didn't even have time to respond. Three rapid blows fell across the bottom of her foot after he freed it. Pain exploded in the sole of her foot, raged upward, registering in her mind. The tips of his fingers added injury to insult as they scraped the back of her knee where he had so recently caned her. She tried to keep her mind on an even keel. She tried to reign in the anger that burned with the pain, knowing that to lash out at Lucien meant further punishment.

What happened next, made her sick to her stomach. She should have seen it coming as she felt the cane toying around the juncture of her thighs. There was a stone of dread resting in her stomach as she thought for a single moment he was going to impale her on the thin wand. No. Instead, she felt it slam against her slickened lips. Again and again.

She was sick. She knew she had to be. Lucien's teeth had closed around her earlobe, nibbling, his voice in her ear as his cane struck again between her legs.... and she felt herself. She felt the tug of raw hunger gnaw at her. Felt herself throb as that hunger flared not only between her legs but up into her belly to surge through her veins. The thought of having sex would make her scream, she knew. She'd be lucky if she didn't pee blood as well.

"You're a real piece of work, Lucien," she managed to mutter through dry lips. She tried to wet them with her tongue, "you're also a son of a bitch."

Amanda sagged against the pole she was tied too, slumping against her bindings.

"You're a real piece of work, Lucien, you're also a son of a bitch." Lucian listened to her as he continued to hold her knee up, the cane was still touching her sex. Only now he used it's slender tip to enter into her treasure. He invaded her most private place with an object she despised.

He had to give her props though, she had managed to suppress all forms of screaming. Though, it was clear a few more lashes to her breasts or her pussy would probably break that last bit of resistance, but that was hardly what he wanted, a broken girl, he wanted her compliant but keeping her shrewd personality. Even if he could break her into a whimpering little girl, he never wanted to do it.

"Why thank you for the lovely compliment my dear, I love you too, you know" Lucian chuckled as he pushed the cane deeper into her tight canal and then he pulled it out, then slowly pushed it in again teasing her with his ability to give her pain and pleasure at the same time and in whatever form he desired. That was his power over her.

A few moments of using the merciless cane to fuck her pussy, the cane was definitely enjoying its presence within the confines of Amanda's delicious love valley. Even as an inanimate object with no emotions, it probably enjoyed teasing the soft petals.

Lucian pulled the cane out giving her most sensitive flesh one last hard lash, and then he moved it up and around her to rest the tip between her nose and mouth. The tip of the cane was dripping with her honeyed juices. He pushed the cane very close to her nose "Smell your arousal little girl, even while being mercilessly whipped, you manage to get wet enough to get fucked by an army."

He thoroughly added insult to injury as he moved the cane to her mouth smearing her juices across her lips "Taste your arousal Amanda."

Lucian then walked to the wall, placing the cane back, and then moved back to where Amanda was restrained. He had no new implements with him, and the sinister grin had somehow left his lips. He went to stand behind her again and once more his chin found its place on her silken shoulder and his lips once again managed to wrap around her earlobe and then her neck for a quick taste of her delicious skin and for a quick glimpse of her sweet scent, of the scent of her arousal.

His own arousal was no less pronounced as his throbbing manhood struggled for freedom in the tight confines of his underpants. She could feel his hard-on pushing against her ass as he stood behind her. It would have to be denied freedom no longer as he unbuckled his belt and started undressing slowly while Amanda was allowed to watch the show through the mirrors.

The entire thing took less than a minute, and his naked ancient body was soon towering over Amanda's small body again. He had broad shoulders, a strong muscular chest, a few scars scattered here and there, all but reassuring his status as trouble and bad news.

His hands then quickly scooped up his leather belt in his hands and a sinister grin was again tugging at his lips. He wasn't done after all, he was only changing tools. He looked at his captive's tortured back and decided how to finish up with his latest masterpiece.

The wide belt was lifted in the air and moments later a loud whoosh was heard before the heavy belt crashed onto Amanda's back with a heavy sound. A large angry welt immediately formed right where the belt had fell. The wide horizontal line of pain fell right between two smaller and also horizontal welts caused by the whip earlier. The unforgiving leather found Amanda's flesh again and once more, filling in the blanks on her back.

Lucian then moved a couple steps back to admire his handy work. Her back was simply gorgeous and looked every bit the piece of art he aspired to make. Covered with multiple welts of varying sizes and shapes caused by the furious lashes of the multiple pain instruments he had used earlier.

Whipping was an art for Lucian, his tool of trade was the whip and his canvas was the tortured back of his victim. He had that art mastered to a fine sheen, centuries of whipping young helpless females had given him that skill, but he already had the talent, the aptitude, the knack for rape, torture and murder.

Lucian nodded to himself and whistled in satisfaction as his work on her back was complete. He then brought the belt one last time on her outstretched calves, not wanting to leave that part of her backside being the only one not in pain. He then put his latest brush, the belt, down and moved into his room. He returned in a minute carrying his camera and snapped a few pictures of Amanda's backside "Says cheese!!!!" He chuckled as he took a few pictures for his collection of 'paintings'.

Putting the camera away, he moved behind Amanda. Once more his hand hooked in her knee and pulled her leg up high kissing her shoulder blade.

He then lined up his twitching shaft with her love hole and without a warning he thrust into her, burying his thick long member into her tight canal. He groaned immediately, and left his cock in while he positioned himself to tease her. His hands quickly moved, almost with a mind of their own, and seized her breasts, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh without mercy knowing more movements to her breasts would cause more and more pain to her now-surely numb nipples. His teeth found her neck and he nibbled on her, not breaking skin, not puncturing her flesh with his sharp fangs, but only marking her neck as his property.

His cock soon started moving, as his hips started pistoning in and out of her sex, his arousal was building, not caring whether or not she was in pain due to the earlier caning of her slit. "Oh this is what I've been waiting for, taking you once more, using your sexy body for my pleasure."

The animal, the primal beast in Lucian was starting to get out as his shaft pumped Amanda's helpless tormented body.

Her body went from sagging against the pole to tensing. Lucien, the sadistic son of a bitch, was now pushing the tip of his cane into her. The very thing she feared he would do. She hated her inability to do anything but let him have his way. One day. One day he rue every fucking punishment he had ever bestowed on her or would. She silently cursed her own body, that even now made it easy for his instrument of torture to slip in and out of her. One more hard lash slammed againast her sensitive folds. She bit down on her lip harder.

To add insult to injury, he moved the tip of the cane close to her nose, where she could smell her own arousal. Salt in the wound. She tried to tug her head away as he smeared the tip across her lips. He didn't think he was degrading her, did he? She had tasted herself before and thought nothing of it. When his back turned, as he went to rehang the cane, she licked her lips.

Lucien turned, moving behind her again and her tired mind wondered what he was going to do now. Had she not paid in full for her transgression? His chin rested on her shoulder. His own arousal blantantly pressed against her ass. She heard the unbuckling of his belt. Finally. Her punishment must be concluded. In the mirror, she stared at his body. Her eyes roved over ever scar, a testament to his life. Fights fought and won, though at a price. It was a body she remembered well. Over her. Behind her. In her. Again, her tongue wet her suddenly dry lips.

Oh god. She didn't believe in a god. If there was one, it had failed her. Lucien was grinning again, but why? What could---her eyes went to his hands and the belt he held. Fuck. It wasn't over. The belt whistled through the air and landed on her back. A back that already covered in welts and from the strength of the blow, there was a new one. Amanda willed her body to relax, to take the blows. It wasn't altogether a successful feat. She hurt too much. Pain flashed over the surface of her back. It exploded under her skin, sunk into tissue. Her whole body throbbed with it. Darkness threatened to swamp her. Just when she thkought Lucien couldn't be more of an asshole, he took pictures! Bloody hell. He wanted to admire his work at a later date. She closed her eyes against the flash.

The urge to lash out, to pull her leg from his grasp and kick him was strong. Perhaps it was a good thing he did what he did next. Pain she had endured, in the hours (had it been hours?) since they had entered his little dungeon off of his bedroom. Over and over. The pain he caused by his thrust into her body, kept her from doing something so stupid as lashing out. Each thrust was pain eternal and fire on her nerve endings. His hands found her breasts, nipples still clamped. His teeth at her neck sent ripples of pleasure through her body. But the pleasure was minimal compared to the all consuming agony that gripping her. It was like shards of glass, fucking into her.

Something had to give. Unfortunately, that something was her. She slumped against her bindings, against Lucien who was still fucking her and passed out, gratreful that the darkness claimed her.

"Tsk tsk, she passed out, what the hell, did she get soft on me after all those years?" Lucian grumbled as he pulled his throbbing erection out of Amanda's body, it was no fun fucking someone who had lost consciousness. "Damn, in the past she used to withstand harsher punishment than this."

Lucian shook his head and walked in front of her. He released the clamps on her nipples and then the leather strap holding her neck. His large digits grabbed a handful of her silky hair and pulled her head back. His large hand soon met her soft cheek followed by a backhand and his rough deep voice "Wake up... Wake up pet."

His voice echoed back to him, and his reflection in the mirror assaulted his deep grey eyes. The sight of his back was what took his breath away and made him swallow hard. His voice getting deeper as his slaps grew a bit stronger on Amanda's face trying to wake her up without destroying her face. "Wake up!"


"Wake up, you useless piece of trash!!!" Lucian's eyes snapped open as his mind tried to register what was going on, his brain fought off the remainder of the fog clouding his mind from the earlier state of sleeping or being unconscious.

"What's going on?" Lucian wondered, still half asleep, half awake.

"What's going on? I will tell you what's going on... What is going on is that you are worthless, scum, garbage. You want to know why? Because you lost consciousness again while I was punishing you. Do you have any idea how long I've been training you, and yet you continue to lose consciousness." A sharp voice invaded Lucian's ears as he was still trying to get his senses back under control. The only sure thing was a searing pain in his back. It felt like it was on fire.

Finally a small hand fell on Lucian's cheek and it helped his mind take its last step towards consciousness. He saw his Mistress in front of him with her favorite red whip in her hand. 'Wait, red, when did it become red?' He wondered before noticing the whip was dripping red. Must have been blood, his blood.

"Focus with me slave. Don't tell me I wasted all this time and you are still as worthless as ever." The woman's voice came back into his ears and her words and tone, not to mention the pain, ignited something within him.

He looked at her and his deep grey eyes, turned menacing red "Do you know how much is too much? Probably not." He spoke in his usual calm tone as his muscles stretched and flexed, his calm tone trying to hide a volcano getting ready to erupt.

"What? Are you out of your Goddamn mind?!!!" She replied in an even angrier tone with a snarl of derision as she raised the whip once more.

He had no intention to beg for mercy or take even one more lash of that cursed whip as his muscles drew every ounce of power he had, and somehow he had plenty left. Must have been the results of being a vampire. The restraints holding his body to the cross were snapped open under his might. His body jumped at her dodging the whip as his fingers raced towards her heart tearing it out followed by her limbs. Without skipping a beat, her body was torn into pieces and lit on fire. One of the few sure ways to kill a vampire. This one was no ordinary vampire, she was a queen and a vampire at the same time.

Lucian looked down at his own chest, and there were five small holes on the left side. He swallowed hard and remembered looking at her fingertips before burning her, they were covered in blood, his blood. He then looked at his hands and arms happy that he had more reach, she had almost tore his heart out. Her trademark killing move.

Lucian almost laughed, thinking he had unintentionally killed her using her own method. He then swallowed hard, he had killed the queen, he had killed the eldest vampire of that era. Hell was bound to break loose...


Lucian's shook his head and the lovely features of Amanda were once again staring him dead in the eye. She was still unconscious, which was good, he didn't want her to see him in this state. He was sweating hard for the first time in years, and his breathing was erratic and loud. "Oh fuck me, where did that come from? That memory is over a thousand years old, and it's not supposed to just jump at me like that."

Closing his eyes, and channeling his energy, Lucian snapped out of the situation he found himself in quickly and then went to grab a bottle of cold water, he drank some of it and splashed Amanda's face with the rest giving her a few slaps as well to force her back into consciousness.

As soon as she regained consciousness, Lucian released her wrists and her ankle. His arms then wrapped around her body, one arm snaked around her waist and the other went under her knees and he scooped her small body in his arms and took her out of the room and into the large bathroom.

He laid her down in the huge tub and started the water. A grin was hiding in the back of his eyes as the icy water hit her body from three different positions. Soon the grin found it's place clearly on his lips and in his deep eyes as he enjoyed the effects that icy-cold water had upon hitting Amanda's hot tortured body.

Stopping the cold water, and starting the hot water instead, Lucian started to fill the tub and then slipped in behind his lovely girl wrapping his arms around her almost gently. His lips found the side of her slender neck and his tongue snaked out to lick up and down her soft column "You lost consciousness my dear, I didn't expect that."

He smirked as he grabbed her waist and made her turn around. His hands moved quickly seizing her ankles, "Don't resist I will not hurt you" He said calmly as he moved her feet to rest on his shoulders, "Rub my shoulders with your cute little feet," he continued as his hands took hold of the generous curves of her hips and pulled her close between his legs lining her up with his waiting manhood.

"First things first, your punishment is done, and so it is time for us to discuss business. You will call your company after we're done with the bath to tell them you'll be off for three days, but of course not off to do nothing, as you know idle hands are the devil's plaything, and we certainly want no devils here while I am present." Lucian paused and lent in to wrap his lips around one of Amanda's tortured nipples, sucking and kissing gently on the throbbing hard nub to try and ease its pain.

"You are well aware that I trained you to be an assassin, to be my back up, to be my hitman, or hitwoman in your case. Also, I don't want to force you into doing all that, I don't believe fear to be a proper motivator, it is an effective one, but not a proper one, certainly not for people like you. I want you to WANT to work with me. Regardless of what happens between us in private, in which you will be taken roughly and multiple times, but that doesn't change the fact that you are the most reliable person I know, at least out of the living and I certainly don't want to hire the dead, I am tempted to but I would much rather not. Those guys are troublesome"

Lucian paused to take in the other nipple for a few moments before continuing "but I digress, for now, let's just enjoy the bath." Lucian grinned as he gave each of her nipples a small bite while his hips started pumping into her love canal. His eyes went back to her angelic face and he swallowed hard figuring out what gave him that vision; Amanda held a remarkable resemblance to his old Mistress.

Something was tugging at her from the edge of darkness, pulling her mind back into the waking. What had happened? DID something happen? Why was Lucien saying wake up? The fog was beginning to recede from her brain and her senses were again, kicking in. She winced with the realization that her head was pulled back by Lucien's fisting her hair as she felt that last slap of his across her face. No matter how hard she strove to exert her will to keep her consciousness in the current world, she found herself slipping out of it again. Darkness had receded but returned with a vengeance.

Once again, she found herself suddenly jolted back to the living, coughing and sputtering.

"What...the...hell?"

Each word was muttered softly. Each drug out with an effort and ended on a soft moan. Her face was covered with cold water. His slaps against her face, made her narrow her eyes. She was exhausted. Her back, her tender thighs, her cunt, were all on fire. Pain throbbed throughout her body.

"Lucien?" She murmured in an obvious pained whisper.

He undid the bindings on her wrists and when her hands were free, she shaky raised one to untie her neck from the center post. She was grateful that Lucien knelt and undid her ankle. If left to her, she would have fallen over. One of his arms snaked around her waist, the other slid under her legs. Amanda ignored the sudden pain of his touch. Her arms slipped around his neck as her head rested against his shoulder. He carried her from his mini dungeon to his opulent bathroom. He laid her in his huge bathub. The coldness of the porcelain at her back both soothed and tortured her but what happened next, made her sit upright with a muted shriek.

"Goddamn it, Lucien! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Amanda glared at him as she wrapped her arms around her naked body that was starting to shiver from the cold water he turned on. She had caught that muschievious grin, damn him. The cold tap was turned off and the hot one turned on. The heat blended with the cold. The sting of the water on her welts and over her newly forming bruises, made her clench her jaw. She had no time to dwell on it however, as Lucien joined her in the tub. Amanda felt his body mold to her back as his arms slide around her. His lips found the side of her neck, his tongue slid along the slender lenth of it, making her shiver and not from the water or the pain. She moaned softly.

"You lost consciousness my dear, I didn't expect that."

"Neither did I. It pisses me off that I did."

His hands spanned her waist, lifting and turning her to face him. His hands deliberately slid down her legs, grasping her ankles, moving her feet to rest on his shoulders. The act caused her to lean back against her hands on either side of his legs. She had no intention of resisting him. In some subtle shift, the mood had gone from punishing to seductive. Lucien style. Her toes pressed into his shoulders, her feet half rotating against his skin. Lucien's hands closed over her rounded hips, pulling her body closer to his. She was acutely aware of her cunt being lined up with his raging cock. Anticaption gripped her gut, tightening it. Her outer lips were bruised and in pain but that didn't stop her from wanting him buried inside her. Amanda heard his instructions, though her mind zoomed in on the "punishment is over" part.

Call out from work for three days. She could get away with that. Since joining the firm, she had hardly taken a day off, opting to work into the late hours most days. They owed her some time off.

Her head turned toward his as she felt his mouth suck in a tortured nipple. Her lips brushed his temple as she felt her insides quiver. Amanda was about to whisper her consent when he switched to the other tortured nub. It was a wonder to her how his wicked mouth could be such an instrument of agony and delight.

"But I digress, for now, let's just enjoy the bath."

Her hips were held captive by his hands. His teeth were sweetly tormenting her nipples and his cock slid easily into her body, making her toss back her head with a small moan. She internally gripped him greedily, tugging at him, encouraging him to fill her completely. Her ankles slid over his shoulders, hooking there. She almost capitulated. She knew she was going to. They both knew it. Amanda had missed him far more than she realized, more than she would admit to. She had almost said, "Yes, Lucien. Whatever you want, Lucien." Instead, she stared into his face, her tongue licking across her lips. Her voice was just above a throaty whisper. Raw need made it so.

"Fuck me, Lucien. It's been too long."

She'd question him later about specific instructions he might have for her. It was time to clean up the city. For now, however, she wanted to be wantonly, thoroughly taken. By Lucien.