Hot, Sweet and Sticky

[TheGrind]

Charles broke from his brethren centuries before, opting for the opportunities in the New World three centuries before. Surviving in the Amazon jungle, he sucked dry the natives as he braved the torrential downpours and the floods. It was hell at times but he escaped the persecution of vampires, witches and the like in the old world which endeared him more and more to his new home. He had tried immersing himself in the colonial world at first but found the Portuguese disagreeable. By the time the politics and centuries had changed things, Charles had already called this place home.

The natives knew his area was off limits lest they risk abduction and death. Unless the wayfarer was a young women, their lives meant little outside of a few meals. When he was through, he’d dump their carcasses off to the side, where they’d be found, emptied of blood, two prominent marks along their necks. Others were warned but adventurers and guides wrote off the tales as tribal fantasies. At best, they reasoned, the natives had run into bandits hiding out from the Brazilian government.

Over the last few decades deforestation grew but when a construction crew attempted to impede on his territory, workers kept missing. Soon the company decided to alter its path and try a new area. There were plenty of things to blame for their missing employees but by this day and age vampires had been written off as fantastical lore. No he wasn’t bound by anyone, much less a lonely writer in some British town. These days he could return; and sometimes he did head to the larger cities when he needed a sexual or blood fantasy fulfilled. But the jungle was his home and he wasn’t going to permit anyone to impede on his territory. That was until he noticed the girl.

The first time he saw her, he let her go. She didn’t look like the natives and he’d just returned from town. But he followed her as long as he was willing, staying out of sight. Planting his home in the region for so long meant that Charles had an incredible knowledge of the area. He’d seen extravagant tress today when they were once nothing more than saplings struggling for their very lives centuries before. This world was his.

But today was the second time and he couldn’t let her go on with this egregious attitude through what was his. Hadn’t she heard the stories? Wasn’t she afraid of what ran off the others? Or those tales told by wide-eyed natives? He could tell just by looking at her that she wasn’t a local and she definitely wasn’t an explorer, that decision he’d already made. Not that it mattered what she was or her reason because by the end of the day he was going to carve her into only one thing: His.

 

[TieMeTightly]

The rumours had been circulating around this place for a long time now. It went in cycles - at times, there would be so much buzz around the bodies that would be found and at others the bodies would create less of a stir because they would attribute the deaths to disease instead of what was really going on.

Things like this had happened before, in much more densely populated areas. The deaths would be blamed on a plague of sorts while she knew it was nothing of the kind. While most believed that vampires were nothing but someone's imagination running wild to have people put a face to what goes bump in the night, she believed them to be real because she put an end to them every day.

Of course modern technology helped matters. She walked with a pistol tucked into various pieces of clothing at ties, but it looked completely normal. It was when a wooden bullet erupted from the barrel of the gun that it became obvious this was no ordinary gun and she was no ordinary girl.

It was frustrating for the natives to be losing their own, but they were not the ones who hired her. Now workers had been going missing. One by one they would not come back and she marked it as a certain vampire being incredibly territorial - which made her all the more curious of what exactly he was attempting to hide.

Instead of walking away from where the thing that went bump seemed to lurk, she walked toward it, and walked toward it while speaking to what seemed to be no one in particular - despite the fact that he was certain that he could hear her.

"There are better ways to go about this, you know.." She spoke calmly, a very clean accent making her sound as though she were from London - if not just outside of the bustling city.

"I understand that you don't want them knocking down your trees and building on your land. But you do realize that if you purchase the land with money I'm sure you've acquired..they would be unable to deforest? Or what about the wonderful little people you eat. Have you not been taught that you can drink your fill without killing? Or if you're absolutely insane and need to feed and kill you could stop yourself..move to another..a bank of sorts so that bodies don't have to pile up and we have to be worried of people spreading tale of a plague."

Reaching back she pulled a pistol that was tucked in her pants, tilting her head slightly as she looked around the dense trees, any slight movement keeping her tense.

"I'm guessing I'm on your land now..I'd love it if you showed yourself it would really just be lovely. I was sent here to hunt you down and kill you, rid these people of the problem you've been causing. But I was hoping that we could talk before anyone gets shot."

 

[TheGrind]

Charles had assumed her mission but didn’t want to dwell on it as he listened to her. As she spoke about having a nice chat out in the open he knew there was no way in Hell he’d put himself out there. He hadn’t lived this long by taking silly chances, chances where he’d be risking his life.

Still in hiding he heard her words, telling him there were better ways. But what did she know? The girl could live among the people, not having to hide a thing about her. Instead he watched her, waiting for the right moment to present himself. Charles reassured his footing as he brought his hand up to push away a pair of small branches, blinding his view. The invasive creature was cute, there was no denying it.

Immediately his thoughts shifted from one of just having her body for use as something to satiate his hunger to one of satisfying his physical desires. The whites were so rare down here and the natives had worked hard most of their lives, scarring their features. This piece of walking sex was going to keep him content for a while but there was a problem. She seemed intent on killing him, or at least removing him from the area. He was interested in neither.

Loose clothes and well worn, form fitting boots silenced his sounds as he crept closer, his eyes locked onto her movements. Her mouth was still talking but all he heard was silence. It didn’t matter what she had to say. He knew she’d tell him anything he wanted to hear but actions were more important than words. The fact of the matter remained that she was in his territory and if she knew what he was, she had come with some form of protection.

Climbing up a notched but small tree he positioned himself for a better view just as a pair of pigs either charged toward or were running away from something opposite of him. Pausing, he held his position. He didn’t know her but that couldn’t have been a good thing for him even if it only made her more paranoid, aware.

Watching her grow closer and closer he couldn’t stop the running thoughts of her under his control. Tied up and tied down, up against the wall, her wishes totally ignored while at the same time his were fulfilled. Eyes wide. Fangs shown. When she came close enough he lunged at her from his position in the tree, wanting to take her out before she had a chance to fire off a shot from that pistol she’d pulled from her pants.

 

[TieMeTightly]

It was much easier for her to walk onto a property rather than territory, as in a property she felt as though she had more control. There were so many variables that it made her job much more difficult. Of course the fact that he wasn't even responding to her didn't seem to help matters, either.

There were so many sounds out here, and she would stand still briefly, easily feeling eyes upon her without knowing exactly where he was.

"Not much of a chatter I see.."

The words were mumbled as her fingers toyed with the butt of the pistol, taking a few more steps to what she believed to be closer to him. Mostly she thought that if she got far enough on his territory that he would end up showing himself - and she was willing to take that risk.

Her eyes darted to two hogs as they ran, the squealing loud enough to cause alarm and distract her from looking for him - though her gun was aimed at them. She didn't shoot, of course - upon realizing what they were.

It was enough of a distraction for him to be able to literally take her down, the girl landing on her back, the back of her head slamming against the ground which was enough to cause her to groan, feeling as though the weight on top of her was much more than she would be able to push off.

While her eyes struggled to adjust, one hand found the back of her head as she cursed, her free hand searching the ground for the pistol.

"That's a cheap shot..."

She shifted somewhat, momentarily disregarding the pistol on the ground which was a few feet out of reach to concentrate instead on moving him so that she could at some point get back to her feet.

"Get off please..bloody hell you're a heavy person..or..well no..my head hurts now thank you very much."

Groaning, blue eyes attempted to scan the area, actually doing her best not to look at him and instead trying to find something else that could end up helping her in the long run, lifting the hand that was searching for the gun to instead push against his chest, attempting to sit up despite the fact that her head was now throbbing from hitting the ground as hard as she had.

 

[TheGrind]

The stranger might’ve thought it was a cheap shot but he took all the value he could from it. Knocking her onto the ground was exactly what he hoped to do. To make the moment more prized he’d managed to dislodge that pistol from her hand. Charles didn’t know why it was so valuable to her if she knew what he was but he didn’t want to find out. It had to have been some kind of dangerous weapon to him, so dangerous he believed that he didn’t even want to touch it.

With little effort he established his position on top of her, keeping her as immobilized as he could. Straddling her, his thighs pushed against her breasts, making them appear fuller than they actually were. His hands worked with his legs so he could pin her arms under his knees, freeing his hands. Charles knew she could try to flip him so he made preparations, sure she’d at least try. A doomed animal, no matter its situation, always attempted escape. And he always played with his dinner.

His left hand, free, moved against her throat but he didn’t press. Instead of choking her out or applying pressure, he altered his hold so he clutched her jaw. The hold blocked his view of her valued vein on one side but he wasn’t interested in feasting while his right hand gently pulled at her hair, removing it from under her head. When he was done, her beautiful blonde hair was spread out around her, fanning her head.

Silence remained golden his tongue held as he lowered his head near her collarbone. Snaking out his tongue he let it slide against her skin, tasting the sweet, sweet sweat the trekking through the jungle had caused. Saliva streaked from her collar to the corner of her mouth where he tasted her lip.

With the strong hold against her face he spoke gently, his lips nearly brushing hers, “Who sent you? And what are you doing here?” After those words he was through. Bringing his fangs to bear he set them against her face, lightly scraping her so no marks would be left behind. Charles had almost mirrored the path his tongue created but rested those pair of points where her jugular awaited.

Peeling his eyes upward he stared at her the best he could as he lightened his hold on her jaw but increased it against her throat without interfering with where his teeth were placed. It was just enough to permit her answer.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She found herself wincing as he pinned her by straddling her, cursing as she tried to keep her arms out of reach only to repeat the same words when the weight of his knees managed to secure her arms to the ground as well. She was cringing, her legs bending slightly as she attempted to get her bearings, doing her best to glare up at him.

When his hand raised she immediately tilted her head backward, her heart pounding as his fingers squeezed her jaw enough to draw a whimper from her lips, while her eyes followed his other hand, panic just now beginning to show as he fanned her hair out beneath her, again trying to move her head away from him, having no leverage with her arms beneath his legs.

He didn't respond to anything that she had said, and as he lowered his head enough to make her squirm, her attempts at remaining calm beginning to fail miserably, staring up at him as his tongue made a trail from collarbone to the corner of her mouth to then speak in an incredibly sensual way nearly against her own lips, that sensuality actually making her more uncomfortable than she would have been had he just bitten her.

Where most people would have most likely had been screaming or at least..trying to scream, her lips were parted slightly but she wasn't trying to alert anyone, not that anyone would have come onto this territory.

"Alot of people want you dead..I was just..going to suggest that you move.."

She paused only a moment before lifting her left leg, twisting her hips and lifting them enough as she wrapped her leg around his let side in an attempt to dislodge him or at least get her arms free. If it worked she would be able to force him on his side with her legs, almost sandwiched between her legs, though she was certain that if it did work, it would only work for a few seconds, enough time for her to get the gun - and if not,..well if not she was screwed.

 

[TheGrind]

As far as he was concerned, everything she said was a lie. The pistol she’d packed was more than enough proof for him. But that wasn’t to say that intention mattered. All that mattered to him was her location and the fact that she’d either invaded or stumbled through the territory he carved out as his own.

Underneath him he felt her body turning, trying to capture him in spite of his low stance. Immediately he slackened the tight hold his body had over hers, sliding his knees off her arms. Using her twisting inertia to his advantage he was able to hold off her attempt at breaking free through his inhuman strength. Deciding in favor of mobility now he held his current stance as he still straddled the girl’s chest but this time his knees didn’t keep her arms down. His own hands did that job, pinning her wrists into the dirt and mud of the jungle floor.

Charles wasn’t going to call her out as being a liar, a betrayer or anything deceitful. There was no point. He knew what she was. At least to him. And he couldn’t trust someone like that. Neither could he let that someone walk around as though she owned his land. He could not permit someone to go back to tell others. Being a myth, a scary legend kept out enough of the inquisitive so that only a few came through. And those few were enough to keep that legend alive and running.

Knowing what he had to do and knowing that she’d fight if let up, he brought his head back toward her neck, the same spot where he’d left two small dents against her skin. There was no hesitation, no warning. There was just a drive as his fangs sunk into her flesh, puncturing through her skin and into her artery. He wasn’t feeding, although he did drink down some of her sweet blood, rather he was draining her, weakening her. Though he wanted more than a drained woman. He wanted her to black out and wouldn’t seal the wound until that happened. Only then would he feel well enough to cart the girl off to his home where he could use and abuse her as his willful fantasies dictated.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Rae should have expected him to move to be able to better pin her to the ground, though holding her wrists against the ground caused her only to squirm harder beneath him, completely frustrated with the fact that she was unable to dislodge him, her heart rate actually increasing due to her attempts to get him off of her.

She was breathing through parted lips, thinking that maybe he'd still talk with her - because..any decent normal person or vampire would talk instead of doing something completely irrational - but that didn't seem to be his game. The whole rational bit. Instead he leaned forward and as soon as he did so, Rae found herself in a brief panic, attempting to push against his hands with her wrists, her back arching - knowing that he had every intention of biting her.

"No..keep your bloody face away from my neck!"

It was too late, of course, as she barely even got the demand out before she stopped protesting, the bite itself causing her to manage a high pitched whimper.

She thought that he was going to kill her in that moment, her brows knitting in obvious pain as she felt him pull blood from her, though the rest of the pain simply came from the fact that he had torn an artery open, her blood pouring down her neck, her ability to protest what was happening seeming to have left as soon as he had bitten.

It didn't take long before her wide eyes were struggling to stay open, staring up at him in confusion only to be rewarded seconds later by losing the fight to remain conscious, her breathing evening out rather suddenly as her body seemed to finally relax beneath him.

 

[TheGrind]

A second, two and three seconds after she had given up, gone limp he sealed the wound with the same deadly touch. Proudly perched over her he stared down at her, daring to release one hand from her wrist. Pulling one of her eyelids open he found enough assurance, if the weakened pulse wasn’t enough, to relinquish his hold of her other hand. Before pulling away a single drop of her blood dripped from his chin, falling onto her lips. Briefly he contemplated placing his lips against hers, stealing the taste of her body before she’d awaken. But he didn’t know if there were others behind her. If there were other hunters. Or those that bore the pitchfork mentality.

Looking toward the discarded gun, Charles moved off her body and made his way toward it. Stooping to one knee he stared at her, trying to decide what it was, if it were safe for him to touch. Another glance was given for the girl before he dug a small hole next to where the gun lied, deep enough to hide it in case anyone should come looking for her. He knew the rain may force it to rise to the top again but he didn’t have the time to invest to dig deep. Once a six inch hole had been made he kicked the weapon into the spot, shoveling the loose dirt back over it with the side of his boot.

Back toward the girl he bent down and picked her up, carrying her home. One final look was given over the area to see if anything had been left behind. There was nothing. And he began to walk.

After entering his long house, replicating the efforts of the natives, he laid her down. Positioning her on a table he often used for abusing wanderers and those who were lost, he tied her down. A leather strap was slapped around her throat, tied tight to keep her head in place. Then her arms were next, tied over her head. And her legs followed, spread and tied tight at the ankles to the thick legs of the table that supported her.

He’d leave her dressed for now and wait for further instructions after she’d woken. Almost anything he tried to do to her in this condition would’ve been lost.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Rae didn't seem to know what was happening when she began to come around, blue eyes struggling to focus. She was groggy, and her neck ached, but what was the worst for her at the moment was the fact that she felt horribly weak.

The sound that escaped her lips was barely a whimper, her fingers curling into fists once she realized that she couldn't move, her heart-rate quickening - within seconds pounding in her chest as she struggled against the restraints, panic rising as she tried to figure out exactly where she was.

"Are you kidding me..?"

She barely sounded awake, really, briefly stilling on the table in an attempt to catch her breath and perhaps actually take in her surroundings, actually becoming frustrated with her inability to move and see where she was and what was happening, the frustration seeming to take over her panic, though her pulse was still rapid, and her attempts to struggle only seemed to make her more weak.

Around the bite a bruise had already formed, and she could feel the wound aching, pulsing with each beat of her heart. It was the first time that she had been bitten - mostly because she hadn't ever really been asked to attempt to talk someone out of killing people instead of flat out killing them, and instead she managed to get herself into more of a pickle than she wanted to.

"Untie me you bastard..."

 

[TheGrind]

“Untie you?” Charles spoke, now looking down at her. “Oh, anything you say,” he darkly spoke, patronizing the girl. Briefly turning his back to her he retrieved a long, sharp knife from a counter before returning to his prey tied to the table. Lacking ceremony or care, he swiped at her chest, slashing at the threads near her breasts. Remarkably, the knife had managed to miss her. However, there remained a gash in her clothing.

Charles positioned the knife into a hook in his pants as he leaned over the girl, grabbing either side of the ripped top. Exacerbating the condition of the cloth, he refused to stop until the girl had been exposed, bare. The oil lamps positioned strategically around the corners of the cabin combined with a pair of bright battery-lit lights over the center was more than enough to let him see what needed to be seen. Not that he needed light for encouragement. After his deed had been completed he stared back up toward his eyes, his hands retrieving the knife from its hold.

“Tell me why you’re really here,” he spoke to her, the blade of the knife setting, scraping against her collarbone as he dragged it along her skin. It continued, sharp and against her skin up over her breast, tugging at her nipple. But he didn’t cut nor did he add pressure. Instead he allowed the knife to slide over it, letting the sickly blade travel against her stomach.

“You should be honest,” he threatened. “Tell the truth because you have nowhere to go and I have all the time in the world to find out.” The cold blade of the knife was laid against her stomach, on its side. He slid it along her skin, underneath the pants and panties she wore so the taste of the blade would lick her pussy. To say the least, Charles had no qualms about turning that blade against her body, about turning her into a feast for the night rather than the brief tasting he stole from her earlier.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She frowned up at him, unable to help but flinch as the blade moved across her chest, attempting to lift her head to see exactly what he was doing. She of course had to instead rely on feeling as he tore the flimsy fabric of her shirt - causing her to swallow hard in response to being completely exposed in front of some man who she didn't even know.

"Is this what you do to all the girls who suffer from blood loss and...what do you do? You tie them down.."

She couldn't help but squint up at him, part of her actually happy that she was strapped down to the table simply because if she had sat up or even attempted to get up she was certain that she would fall down or at least be incredibly light-headed.

He interrupted her thought process as he spoke and she easily felt the cool blade once again on her skin, clenching her teeth in an attempt to ignore the sudden cold against her pussy.

"Honest.." She again twisted her wrists in the restraints, chest heaving in a poor attempt to remain calm.

"That thing..that I had in my hand was a gun. I was...I was trying to prove that you weren't a barbarian but that's bloody wrong seeing as you attacked me and..bit me. Who bites someone who's just trying to talk to you." Rae had to pause, doing her best to ignore the blade. "I was going to talk to you..to try and find a way to get you to stop feeding on the locals..to..to stop killing everyone who comes by. Obviously you're unable to even comprehend anything like that."

 

[TheGrind]

“When an invader comes into my territory, I take them down. Its worked for centuries. And has kept me well fed and satiated all the while.” His lips peeled back in a smile as he tilted the blade, jabbing hard and fast. The tip sliced through her pants and panties she wore. Sliding it smoothly the rest of the way, he cut a decent, small slit through the crotch. “Anyway,” he added as he pulled the blade back up and through the top of her pants, the side of the blade planing against her pussy, “If your concern was for me to find something else to feed on, something else to use, congratulations. Now that you’re here to occupy some of my time, I have no doubt a man or two will be able to travel through my large plot.”

As he turned from her, putting the blade where he had first stole it, he came back to her, “I’m going to guess that you’re not going to be a willing participant. They usually aren’t.” He spoke the last mostly to himself as he wound his way around toward her legs, his hands disappearing toward the tear. Grabbing either side of her torn pants, he spread them apart, shredding them until the fabric hung from her knees, dancing on air. “For that reason I cannot trust you just yet. You’ll excuse me if I won’t untie you just yet?” The question fell on dead air he was sure as he finished tearing the pants on either side.

Then he returned toward the original rip, taking his time to piece away the fabric around the zipper until she was nearly exposed to him. And once he’d completed his masterful effort, he was able to grab either side of cloth, peeling it away from her body. He did this slowly so as to not cause friction burn. Discarding the pants on the floor he looked up and over her body, back toward her face.

“You understand my dilemma, I’m sure. Trapped in my own home, forced to take action. I’m no different than a hunter hunting on his own land; no different than a farmer harvesting crops in his field. The difference is, as is clear by that weapon you brought, is my prey has some bite to it. My prey has an active mind and the weapons to go with it.” Charles passed a hand over her pantyclad pussy, the small tear in her panties not escaping the attention of his pinky which dragged behind.

“It is politics or an ideology. This is a cycle. And its too bad for you those who hired you wanted you to come in here with a faulty mentality. Look at where they’ve led you.” Charles’ attention was diverted then, drawing down the length of her body until he caught sight of those panties one more time. With one hand he ripped them, the elastic holding him back from completely disrobing her. But there was an immediate response to that.

He bent down, sliding one hand under the elastic as his face neared her waist. One hand steadied his shifting weight on her thigh as he placed the elastic between his teeth, hooking it around his pointed fang for good measure. Some things were better when done in the flesh. Once ensured of a hold, he pulled away, the elastic pulled away from her body. His other hand went to brace himself against her other thigh as his eyes stared up toward her. It didn’t matter what she thought. He was sure she was repulsed, angry along with any number of vile emotions but he didn’t care. For this moment in time she was his plaything. Then by the sheer volume of will and pull, he felt the panties give, exposing her.

Opening his mouth slightly he dropped the panties in his hand and tossed them onto her stomach, “We’re all just product of our environment. This is mine and now, its also yours.”

 

[TieMeTightly]

She seemed to be more focused on what he was doing instead of what he was saying, feeling her clothes being torn to shreds by the blade in his hands. Of course in the back of her mind she was listening to him, some part of her anyway - and the rest was trying desperately to remain still as not to be cut by the blade due to any unruly squirming.

He said something about being a 'willing participant' and she couldn't help but scoff in his direction, briefly averting her gaze in an attempt to find something else to focus on besides being slowly stripped bare by someone more dangerous than she would have liked so be stuck in a room with.

Her chest heaved as she found it more difficult to keep herself calm with each passing minute, and it didn't seem to help matters that she could feel his eyes on her even as she was forcing herself to look away from him - she could feel him taking in every inch of what he so easily managed to capture.

"Stop talking.."

She was trying to figure something out of course - trying to think of a way to get herself off of the table - to have some sort of fighting chance - and all of his talking and disrobing of her was proving to be a rather annoying distraction to her.

He easily regained her attention, however - as he brought his face toward her waist, a hand on her thigh to steady himself. Her own eyes were wide as he pulled until there was nothing left to give her any shred of dignity in front of some man she should have been able to get away from - or simply kill. As her waxed bare pussy was revealed only to have him toss her panties onto her stomach, nearly discarding them - she found herself again pulling against the restraints.

The most terrifying thing that she was experiencing out of all of it was that despite the fact that she was tied down to a table and obviously being toyed with, she still found him alluring - seductive in a way that terrified her because she did not want to be seduced by something that she wanted to kill.

"You realize..that you'll be killed. I do hope you understand that. People..will come for me. They will know your exact location because there's wonderful technology out there that will tell them exactly where I am...and when I don't come back? They'll come for you..and they'll kill you."

She was talking about a chip - a little tracking device that was inserted into the forearm of every hunter or slayer prior to sending them out on their first mission. People didn't take too kindly to people toying with or killing people that they'd spent time and money on training.

 

[TheGrind]

Charles ignored her when she told him to stop talking. Her complaints, her worries mattered little to him at this point. Aside from providing him with instant gratification and a feasting frenzy that could carry over the course of a few days, her time remaining was dwindling faster than the sands in an hourglass. He took her final words in playful consideration as he dragged a hand from her hip, up along her body as he walked his way toward her face.

His hand ended at her stomach but through want of will he brought it up and over her breast, toying with her nipple with his thumb. Leaning down he came close to her face, enough to reply with a belied smile, “So you’re saying I should tie you to a tree, to distract them. To set their trap,” he grinned broadly. “How many do you believe will come after you before they give up?” Then he paused briefly. “Of course there’s always the option of ravaging your body and disposing of it. That would probably be the safest route. But less fun.”

Pulling away, he stared down at her for the passing of a moment, withdrawing his hand, “Not that the options matter to you. You’ll constantly remain the hostage in this situation if what you claim is true.” Then he removed his shirt, tossing it toward a counter top behind him as his muscles of living alone and in the wilds became apparent, “You’ll remain a hostage. Mine. And if pressed, death is only an instant away.”

His pants followed suit as he placed them over the spot where his shirt landed. Naked, his cock exposed, he continued as though nothing had changed, as though the situation were as normal as it could be, “I’ve been alive for a very long time and I’d like to believe it hasn’t been by accident. So, forgive me in advance when I say that I am sorry for those who will try to save you.”

As he walked back down the length of the table she was strapped to, placing himself between her legs, he ended, “We are all results of our environment. It is unfortunate for those poor souls who wish to enter mine.” And then he knelt between her knees, resting his nose against her pussy inscribing its scent to memory. His hollowed, forced breath hit against her sensitive skin as he replaced his nose with his tongue, tasting her for the first time. She was a sweet little thing.

 

[TieMeTightly]

The strap across her throat did well to keep her relatively still, though every time he came closer - the cool fingers dragging along her skin causing goosebumps to form practically everywhere he touched. So easily his hand moved up her body as he stepped closer to he, though when it stopped on her nipple she couldn't quite help but whimper.

Rae was attempting to ignore the touch and he managed to make i much easier by pulling his hand away though of course it didn't actually help matters that he was disrobing in front of her.

She was trying to ignore him, every look that oozed off of his face with an incredible smugness that she wanted to swat off of him had her hands not been restrained. There was some mention of him telling her that she was guaranteed to be a hostage should people actually come after her - and she couldn't help but think that no matter what was ended up happening in a rescue attempt, she'd probably end up just as dead as everyone who wanted to bring her back.

His pants were next to follow, her wrists briefly twisting as he moved between her legs, dropping to his knees with an almost frightening fluidity. She attempted to lift her head to look at him, the strap across her neck causing more discomfort than was worth - instead letting her head drop back to the table as she felt his nose, his breath - and she pulled harder against the restraints around her wrists.

The feel of his tongue caused her to go rigid upon the table, tilting her head back somewhat as she twisted her wrists, trying to squeeze her legs shut in an attempt to protect herself from him.

"Get away from me.." The words were trembling as they left her lips, her attempts to be unaffected by his touch and the predicament she was in now weighing heavily on her actions. "Come on at least make it an even playing field...untie me you son of a bitch.." She was trying not to panic at this point, as well as trying even harder to keep her emotions in check.

 

[TheGrind]

Hearing her demands, her wanting him to leave her alone did nothing to entice him to back away. Instead, even after she expressed her desire for a “level playing field” he ignored her; but more than ignoring her, he laid his tongue against her pussy once more, swiping it up along her body until reaching her belly button. Briefly taking a step back a sleek, wet trail of saliva could be seen.

And once more, when he was sure he was within her field of vision he spoke, “We were on a level playing field or have you forgotten so quickly? What should I care about fairness anyway? You’re going to have a number of men on your tail... although I can’t say I blame them.” He permitted a smile to creep across his face, dangerously desirous. “Settle into your fate. Its inevitable anyway,” he ended with his hand rubbing her inner thigh.

Across the small distance he held eye contact with her while his hand continued to rub the inside of her thigh, threatening her exposed pussy. “Unless you prefer not to watch,” he suggested, reaching with his free hand for the panties on her stomach and tossing them over her face. Content with his aim he kneeled once more between her legs, his head between her legs.

His hands slipped underneath her ass, his fingers curling so his nails dug into her flesh as he pulled away. Pleasant pain. His hands found their spot once more against either of her thighs as his lips neared her pussy, his tongue snaking out, stealing its third taste. Now he was no longer taking his time as he licked, lapped at her exposed flesh. Not only did he want her body to betray her, but in the end, possibly her mind.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Rae was still trying to calm herself - thinking that any sort of unwillingness would actually spur him on even more. It was obvious to her that she needed to act as though he was a predator. Sensing fear, craving a struggle, really everything that she had never been put in a position that drew those sorts of reactions out of her.

Of course every word, every touch had her cringing, unable to stop herself from flinching as he tossed her panties onto her face. The action alone made it even more difficult for her to act almost as though she didn't care what was happening - but what happened next was what frightened her more.

Cool fingers curled beneath her, digging into the fleshy skin of her ass only to drag them away from her - something that would usually turn someone on. She was no exception. It was a simple tactic, though it made her shudder upon the table, actually somewhat thrilled that the underwear was covering her face as tears came to her eyes. Some part of her was enjoying it.

Rae's attempt to calm went out the window as his tongue again found her pussy, the rather sudden onslaught between her legs with a frighteningly skilled tongue drawing multiple gasps and whimpers from her lips, her teeth clenching in an attempt to keep herself quiet.

Her cheeks were flushed within moments of the vastly different treatment than she was expecting, suddenly unable to focus as her eyes squeezed shut, her pulse beginning to race at a rate that she couldn't even begin to attempt to control.

"Please...please stop.."

The teas could be heard through the words as she squeezed her eyes shut, her thighs quivering as she tried pulling free of the restraints. His ability to so easily cause her body to turn against her was enough to terrify her - and that compiling atop the fact that he already had a seductive quality about him seemed to double that fear.

 

[TheGrind]

Charles ignored her weak request, asking him to stop. His tongue lapped at her pussy, his hands spreading her apart as he tasted her. It was almost as though he were searching for something, or rather, wanted to cover every bit of her that he could with his tongue. No more than a minute after her last words, Charles stopped, once more raising himself to stand. He wanted to see her face but those damned panties were in his way.

Slipping a hand against her pussy, gathering her scent mixed with his saliva on a finger, he stalked toward the head of the table. With one hand he petted her hair, running his fingers through it as the other tossed those panties aside and onto the floor. Charles wiped his finger against her lips and just under her nose so she could taste and smell what he was doing.

Momentarily glancing toward her breasts, he looked at her eyes, “Your breasts are near perfect.” He permitted a small smile to begin as his hand stopped running through her hair, the other finding itself back on the table, rediscovering her tortured nipple. As he continued his thumb ran over it, back and forth, “And your pussy... You’ve chosen quite the wrong profession with the body you have. Unfortunately without food or water, it isn’t going to last long. But don’t you worry, I’ll get my use out of it before that time comes.” Another wry smile came to his face as his index finger came down, working with his thumb to pinch her nipple hard. Then he tugged and pulled at it as he walked away until it was able to escape his hold.

Back between her legs, this time he didn’t sink down. He was through with that. Instead he stood between her, staring over her tied, bare body. His hands hooked around her upper thigh for future leverage as he neared his hips toward hers, the head of his cock momentarily touching against her pussy. He played with her, touching her, rubbing against her without slipping inside. But when his eyes found hers, Charles ended the playing and thrust inside her.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was thrilled when he stopped - though she couldn't quite stop herself from trembling in response to the stimulation stopping so suddenly, not even trying to quiet or slow her breathing.

She could feel her own wetness between her thighs, staring up at him as he discarded the panties just as he had done with the rest of her clothes. The panic had returned to her eyes, tilting her head back somewhat as he spread her own juices across her lips and just above, the whimper stifled as best she could, managing only to let a small sound escape.

He briefly complimented her, the fingers running through her hair a brief comfort that was quickly taken away from her as he stopped, instead working again at her breasts, at her nipple.

He was speaking and while she didn't really want to listen to him, there was really little choice in the matter. As soon as he started talking about her body Rae cringed, clenching her teeth as his finger toyed with her nipple.

"Well thank goodness you'll be able to get your use out of me. Wouldn't want it to go to waste. While you're at it why don't you go ahead and take another bite..but do me a favor and take enough to bloody kill me this time."

She pulled against the restraints as best she could, causing some strain against the straps that held her down to the table, watching cautiously as he stalked around the table until he was again between her legs. Some part of her knew what was happening next as he moved his hips toward her own but some part of her still didn't expect the thrust of his hips.

She lifted a leg as best she could, lips parting in a sharp cry. It wasn't from any sort of pain, but more or less shock - immediately breaking eye contact with him. Her gaze found a spot on the ceiling, attempting to ignore what was happening - what he was actually doing.

"Didn't you...didn't you taste it? The...the sweetness. Almost too sweet wouldn't you say?"

Her teeth clenched, her pulse beating stronger - much stronger than it had been when she woke up.

"Slow acting..it'll dehydrate you..by the...by the time I die of starvation,..you'll die of the same thing unless you get an antidote."

 

[TheGrind]

Charles didn’t believe her anymore. Anything she said. As he held his cock in her pussy he spoke, “Some vampire hunter. Not only are you taken down, but you have babysitters? And those people don’t have enough confidence in your ability that they inject you with something for when you’re captured? Either you’re quite inept and are their virgin sacrifice in which case tell them thank you when you see them in Hell, or you’re a liar. I believe the latter.”

Immediately after his last word he drove his cock into her hard and fast. He wasn’t going to permit her a chance for a rebuttal. Within that second he filled her wholly, driving hard and deep to cause as much pain and pleasure as he could. His fingernails then dug into the top of her thighs, her skin pinched and scathed. As he held his cock inside her, he let his harsh nails drag from her thighs to just above her knees, leaving trails of red lines before he turned his palms down, running over the lines he’d just created.

His hands disappeared under her ass one more time, his nails turning inward to dig in before he ripped at her flesh. Afterwards his hands returned to her thighs, finished for the moment as Charles began pumping her pussy with his cock. A steady and slow rhythm developed as his eyes trained on her moving tits, at times stealing glances to her face, capturing her reaction.

The time for niceties and talk had run its course; desire and want had consumed him entirely. He wanted this stranger’s body, inside and out.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She wanted to respond - not really to warn him anymore but instead wanting to be somewhat proud of herself for thinking about it. In fact, it had been her idea to have herself injected in case it hadn't gone as planned - and the fact that he didn't believe her might make it more exciting when the 'symptoms' actually began to set in.

Of course any chance of response was taken away as he thrust into her, her body straining against the restraints as his fingernails worked her thighs - the mixture of the scraping and the thrusts working simply enough to cause her to cry out instead of respond, squeezing her eyes shut perhaps in an attempt to shut out what was happening at least somewhat, not wanting to let either the pain or the pleasure really hinder her in any way.

Her teeth clenched as his nails ran over her legs, her ass, the marks already burning - every other touch on top of them causing her to squirm, wanting his hands as far away from her as possible.

The pain was obvious on her face as he used her pussy as he saw fit, the slow thrusts deeper than she'd ever been taken, each meeting of their hips drawing either a whimper or cry from her lips, her attempts to stifle the sounds by clenching her teeth not seeming to work, though tears did fall from her eyes as she continued to keep them squeezed shut, not wanting to have to look up at him and see the satisfaction on his face.

 

[TheGrind]

Charles took delight in owning his prize. Not only was he going to fuck her until the sun came up, but he wasn’t going to wait until she died of dehydration or starvation. He was going to gorge himself on her flesh and blood that night. She was a hot piece of ass, that couldn’t be denied, but he didn’t care for her conversation.

His eyes remained on hers, trained on hers just so he could catch a glimpse of her if she dared look at him. Just knowing that he caught her in a moment would bring nearly as much satisfaction as he was taking from her now.

The slow and steady pace he initially developed was shattered after that thought, after that moment and he thrust into her hard, halting for a moment. Charles was going to let her find herself if she cared to rediscover it within the few seconds he permitted before he withdrew his cock only to sink hard and deep into her. The pace, if it could be called that, was off and ignored as he repeated his thrusts as fast as satisfaction would allow. Whatever this girl’s past, whatever her desires, they melted away in his mind as he took her, abusing her little pussy for his own gain, for his own desires. All she was before him was a piece of meat. Flesh on a table.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Blue eyes were unfocused as she tried to look elsewhere, though there was an undeniable feeling that he was staring at her, just waiting for her to slip up and make eye contact.

Her pulse was throbbing, the sudden hard thrust causing her to cry out suddenly, her fingers clenching into fists as she struggled on the table, her hips twisting as much as she could manage. Her body accepted him each time he thrust into her, something that she knew would cause a good bit of psychological problems if she lived long enough to have them.

Her mind was trying to play on the fact that she had a good bit of blood loss and that that was the reason that she was feeling a bit more accepting than perhaps she could, but Rae was afraid that her attraction to him had become sexual in a very short amount of time despite what he was and what he was doing to her.

"Y..you won't want me dead..I..I think you...you won't be able to get enough of me.."

Her cheeks were flushed, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"But y..you're going to need me for the antidote..b..before your veins start to burn because you can't keep them full...I..I'm not lying..when...when I say you will die from it."

 

[TheGrind]

Charles was going to warn her that her tongue was moments away from being yanked from her mouth but held back. His pace slowed as he gradually, gently fucked her, his cock gloating in its pleasure while his eyes remained trained on her.

A hand slid from her thigh, as his pace slowed, and ran over her body. Between her pussy and bellybutton, his hand rubbed her back and forth, as though comforting a pet. There was something about her, something more than mere confidence. Intent on drawing out the scene he was slow in his reply and even slower in his fucking.

“Do you think I will need you beyond tonight?” he questioned, confidence mixed with a challenge. Instinctively his nails slashed her inner thigh without upsetting the rhythm.

Bearing an inability to believe a girl who he’d strapped to the table, a girl who was sent to kill him, a girl who seemed to be begging for her life, he decided to play with his toy a little more. “But feel free to enlighten me. Its only your life, after all.”