Friday, 24 April 2015

Vampire Friday - Slave 2

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Will knows that his masters are Vampires, but he doesn't understand them very well.
“You drink from your guests. Why?” Realizing he knew the obvious answer, he clarified. “What I mean is, why them?”
“Because they accept it. Just as I would ask you to relinquish control to me. I know you think I have it all the time, but I don’t, Will. You are a man, and you make your own decisions.”
Will’s brow creased. It was true. He wasn’t a free man, like Louis, but he was freer than most slaves. He was able to decide what work to do, what to purchase, how to spend his leisure time. Nicholas had let him choose to take, or be taken. Was that odd? It hadn’t felt odd.
“So, they are completely submissive when in the room.” Nicholas nodded and Will pondered it. “I could do that.”
“You could,” Nicholas said with a smile. “I expect it would come easily for you. Most slaves find it comforting. Something they are familiar with.”
“What is drinking blood like?” he asked, still thinking about what must go on in those rooms. No doubt some, like Terrance’s whore, came for beating as well as fucking. That wasn’t what Bart came for, or he came for more than that. He had no stripes when Will met him, and was only lightly bound. Will imagined being trussed up like the slave woman and taken that way. His cock jumped against his thigh.
“It is life itself,” Nicholas tried to explain, answering Will's question. “It is fire and food and bliss. But what you really want to know is, what it is like for our clients.” He grinned, and Will stroked himself idly, still imagining being bound. “Our bite is like the fire of lust coursing through your veins. Like someone struck a match in your soul and let the heat burst through you. Even a sated man will harden when we bite him.”
“Is that why you bind them?” Will asked, pumping his hand harder on himself. Nicholas watched, impressed.
“Yes. Though, not the only reason. By binding them, they can’t jump or flinch while we feed, crucial for preventing injury. However, we bind them when we aren’t feeding as well. Especially for those who aren’t naturally submissive, it forces them to relinquish control. They don’t even have physical control of themselves. We can visit pleasure and pain on them until they weep for it, until their bodies shake and give out. Until they reach a higher level of pleasure.”
Will’s breath came in pants, imagining exactly that. He moved his hand faster and Nicholas added his, fondling the boy’s black balls. With a fierce growl, Will ejaculated a second time, spraying his own stomach.
“You want to try it?”
Will nodded, still gasping for breath. “Yes. Please.”

Thursday, 23 April 2015

Flasher Fiction Friday - Balance #flashfiction

James fought against the belt, but he didn’t want to rock too hard, or he’d lose his balance.
“Easy there, cowboy.”
James froze. He knew that voice.
“Keep out of this. We’re fine.”
This voice was higher but no less familiar.
“I’ve got ya, James.”
“He’s mine!” the high voice said. “I got us here, and I’m taking us over.”
James closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He’d already lost his balance mentally.
“James Cunningham.” Repeating his name, he tried the belt one more time.
“Gotcha!” the first voice said.
“No!” the second cried, fading as the car fell. One more light.

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Thursday Taster: Pandora 9

“Not you, boy,” Gowan said. “The girl will be cursed. You'll have to break that first. What do you figure, Victor? Sleep?”
“Probably. Maybe a glamour to make her ugly so you don't go near. Pandora is fearful beautiful. If you find something that looks like the witch but isn't, it's probably her.”
“Can I hit her at the base of the skull?” he asked.
Both kings started laughing and pounding the table with fists.
“Aye, boy, aye, you probably could. Maybe should! She'll put up less fight that way.” They continued to howl.
Russel was unamused. “And do you have any idea where this witch has her?”
“Fortress,” Victor said, wiping his eye. “She has a fortress in the mountains, but it moves. Never in the same place twice. You've never been there, so you have a decent shot at finding it. I'll never find it again after being there twice already.”
“Ha, hit her. Your romancing needs some serious work, Russel.” Marcus laughed at that, though Russel only scowled.
“Well, if the two of you are finished, I'm heading to the tavern for a woman who doesn't need beating and then the peaks. It was nice to meet you, King Victor. I hope to see you again as a son-in-law and heir.”
Victor laughed again. “I look forward to it! Chain that filly up for me, will you? Maybe then her mother will come back.”
Gowan was still laughing. “Beatrice! Beatrice, where you are you, woman?”

Russel left before his mother was brought out and most likely mocked by the kings. She didn't have the least spark of magic in her and had only spoken against his father twice that he was aware of. Once, Gowan had thanked her for her level head, and the other he had locked her in her room for a week for being so stupid. One never knew what would come from a woman.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Tantalizing Tuesday - Hiding #flashfiction

Janine stormed out. She didn’t have to listen to this. There was no reason for everyone to get so hostile toward her. She wasn’t the one who had killed her father.
Slamming the door of her childhood room behind her, she leaned on the door as the tears that had never really stopped, streamed down her cheeks. She slid down to sit hugging her knees. If she ever found the fucker that hit her dad and ran, she would put him in the ground right next to…
“Daddy,” she wailed, hugging herself.
It took her a minute to wipe away enough tears to really see her old room. She hadn’t lived at home for months now, but her parents had never asked her to come clean out her stuff. It was good because she didn’t have any room in her apartment and didn’t plan on staying there longer than her classes. She wasn’t prepared to see that it was left exactly as she had it, including the giant teddy bears that she had been given. They were from her ex, and she cried herself out on them before.
Crawling up, she hid her face, planning to do the same again.


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Friday, 17 April 2015

Vampire Friday - Slave

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Will is one of those best acquainted with nature of his masters. He understand only part of what they are. Here is the first of his revelations.
Sophia stood taller. She slapped him across the face. The nature of his masters had never been a secret. Their inhuman strength and speed was explained by the lack of windows and the blood he so often cleaned up in the rooms. He was positive they were vampires. She was a woman, but she was stronger than he was. The unnatural abounded here. “You think I’m soft?” she asked, her voice sharp as tacks.
“Yes,” he said, sneering again. “You coddle me and you would coddle her.”
Sophia took a deep breath and muttered. It wasn’t English, so he had no idea what she prayed. “What you did worked, but you must not think that is because she is an animal.”
“But she is—” he started to say.
Sophia spoke over him. “It is because she gave you power over her. She wanted you to control her. That control comes with a trust that you will not injure her.”
He snorted. “Of course I would injure her.”
Sophia slapped him again and this time Will fell to the floor. “I will injure you if you don’t listen,” she warned. “We treat people in all sorts of ways here, many are not civil. Always, however, we have the interest of our clients at heart.”
“Clients?” he asked. He’d never talked with his owners about their companions. “She is a slave. You own her. She isn’t a client.”
Sophia’s expression brightened a little, her shining sapphire eyes dancing. “We don’t own her, actually. She comes here after she has finished duties. Her sister covers her evenings so she can be here.”
Will tried to remember ever having anyone stand up for or cover for him. There was no one. “She’ll be whipped. They both will.”
Sophia frowned. “You speak like you want that. Do you? Hasn’t there been enough whipping?”
He hung his head, remembering how badly he was bleeding when Sophia bought him. She had been returning from a party and heard his screams from the street. That fact still shamed him. She had stormed in and demanded to know what price Mister Green wanted for him. It hadn’t stopped two more lashes from old Jim’s whip. The master hadn’t ordered him to stop.
Sophia stopped him. He remembered the awe in all three men’s faces when her hand stopped Jim’s from descending.

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Flasher Fiction Friday - Omens #flashfiction

Breezes made her gown and train tremble. The warm salty air pulled at her long dark hair, threatening to free it from the arrangement that had been carefully tied in place. Brilliant blossoms filled her hand, an offering to the man waiting for her a sign of life and living.
Daryl waited for her, barefoot in the sand.

The breeze shifted and she turned with it. Birds alit from a skeletal tree, barely surviving amid the salty sand and rocks. The birds flew past her, narrowly missing her head, and she bent back, dropping bouquet and surrendering to the omen.

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Thursday Taster: Pandora 9 #flashfiction

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“Not you, boy,” Gowan said. “The girl will be cursed. You'll have to break that first. What do you figure, Victor? Sleep?”
“Probably. Maybe a glamour to make her ugly so you don't go near. Pandora is fearful beautiful. If you find something that looks like the witch but isn't, it's probably her.”
“Can I hit her at the base of the skull?” he asked.
Both kings started laughing and pounding the table with fists.
“Aye, boy, aye, you probably could. Maybe should! She'll put up less fight that way.” They continued to howl.
Russel was unamused. “And do you have any idea where this witch has her?”
“Fortress,” Victor said, wiping his eye. “She has a fortress in the mountains, but it moves. Never in the same place twice. You've never been there, so you have a decent shot at finding it. I'll never find it again after being there twice already.”
“Ha, hit her. Your romancing needs some serious work, Russel.” Marcus laughed at that, though Russel only scowled.
“Well, if the two of you are finished, I'm heading to the tavern for a woman who doesn't need beating and then the peaks. It was nice to meet you, King Victor. I hope to see you again as a son-in-law and heir.”
Victor laughed again. “I look forward to it! Chain that filly up for me, will you? Maybe then her mother will come back.”
Gowan was still laughing. “Beatrice! Beatrice, where you are you, woman?”
Russel left before his mother was brought out and most likely mocked by the kings. She didn't have the least spark of magic in her and had only spoken against his father twice that he was aware of. Once, Gowan had thanked her for her level head, and the other he had locked her in her room for a week for being so stupid. One never knew what would come from a woman.