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Caught by Vampire Mistresses Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 3: Cosmetic Preparation Chapter 4: Pre-Sale Preparation Nightwhisper's Nightmare Chapter One: Mental Insights Thanks to Foxtrot1991 for commissioning this The car crunched over the gravel, the gates opening ahead of Charlotte as she parked, barely even noticing as they locked behind her, tight and secure. The headlight-beams picked out fine statutes and well-cared-for rosebushes, before she turned and they vanished into the darkness. In the backseat, her "guests" were enjoying themselves, wrapped around each other in a tight kiss, and she glanced up at the mirror, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. Young and beautiful, both dressed for clubbing, both woozy from drink, pressed up against each other. And foolish enough to be lured back to the home of a stranger, with the promise of more fun! She parked, stopping the motion hard enough to break them apart, as they blearily turned to face her. 'And here we are. I'm sure you will find it enjoyable here.' She stepped outside, lightly stepping onto the gravel and opening the car doors for them. Hopefully they would sober up a little - it was always more fun when her victims were more aware! The young man - Zach, brown-haired, tall and pleasingly muscled - looked around, clearly impressed as she led them into the mansion, pushing open the thick wooden door and flicking the light switch. The lights illuminated a large, old-fashioned room, the walls decorated with Charlotte's trophies - at least, the more public ones. Stuff animals loomed, a bear by the fireplace, mouth stretched in a growl, claws extended. Paintings, busts and other trinkets lined the walls, between shelves stuffed with leatherbound tomes. 'This is... wow!' Charlotte turned back towards them, smiling widely, resisting the urge to lean in for a bite. Not yet - at least not while they might try and escape. The young woman - neat, pretty, and also more obviously drunk - leaned against Zach, seemingly content to take it all in. Charlotte moved in close, brushing a few strands of blonde hair out of the woman's eyes, then lightly stroking her hand down an arm. Her hand throbbed, wanting nothing more than to grab and claw, but that could wait, just a little longer! 'Oh, just a few things I've acquired over the years.' Not that either of them would likely be able to guess quite how many years - although she looked to be no more than her mid-thirties, she was well over a century old, thanks to the power of the blood within her. What seemed like antiques were objects she knew well, having purchased when they were new. 'But if you follow me, then I have somewhere we can enjoy ourselves downstairs.' She reached out, sliding her hand along Zach's chest, smiling when she felt his heart race, his eyes flicking down to her chest. She's hot! Zach felt the touch ripple through him, feeling
slightly guilty about it, his cock stiffening, despite Emma being right
there. Lush, mature, and she knew how to
show it off! She pulled her leather jacket over and tossed it over a chair - one of the staff could tidy it away later - shaking her hair out, before stepping away, and crooking a commanding finger at the two of them, admiring their youthful flesh. 'Follow.' Although her own footsteps were virtually silent, despite her heeled boots, she could hear them follow along, making gasps of pleasure and surprise. It was so nice when an appropriate amount of respect was shown to her goods - after all the effort she had spent collecting them, especially. Another doorway, this one with a large latch on the outside of the door, and some steps, leading downstairs, the air getting warmer as they descended into the basement, the faint smell of sweat barely detectable to her vampiric senses, the more mundane odor of lemon-scented cleaning fluid overlaying it, a sign that the maids had done their duty recently. Above, she heard the door shut, and smiled more widely. More lights clicked on, shining off plush, leather-padded walls, wood-paneled display cases filled with her favorite toys, all neatly arranged, shining in the light from carefully-placed lamps. A huge bed was on the far side of the room, securely bolted to the floor, with chains attached to the metal frame. An x-frame was to the side of it, straps enticingly empty, while a wooden rack could be seen in the next room, polished to a honey-like sheen. Cages in several different sizes and shapes hung from chains, too heavy to rock. Both of the guests gasped, and Charlotte turned to look at them, feeling her smile become predatory. Even if they tried to flee, then wrestling open the heavy door would take too long, and easily let her capture them! The girl was looking suddenly sober, her hands coming up protectively, wrapping over her pert breasts. 'I... I think we should be going? Don't you, Zach?' 'This, um...' Zach had walked over to a cabinet, picking up a strap-on, the shaft fat and ridged. 'What is this?' She moved close to him, faster than any human could cover the distance. 'That is one of my favorite strap-ons. I got it in Zanzibar, in the 19th century.' Violet stroked one hand along the shaft, rubbing her other hand against Zach's cheek. 'What's it for? Well, I'm sure we can find out, you sweet, sweet boy.' She took hold of his chin, tilting his head up, forcing him to look into her eyes, staring down at him. 'You have so much to learn. And you will be a delight to teach.' The light touch made him feel even
hotter. She'd barely even let him touch
her, beyond stroking through her clothing, and some petting, but now he was
horny, his trousers tight around his crotch, hopefully not too visible. Although from how the woman was behaving, would
she even mind? Emma made an unhappy sound, walking closer, tight denim skirt showing off her legs, nervously biting her lip. 'I, uh, really think we should be going...' The faint flush on her cheeks, a steady thrumming of blood to her face, made Charlotte smile. The beast inside her howled, and she gave into it, picking up Zach by his shirt and tossing him across the room, where he slammed into the headboard of the bed. As he groaned and tried to regain his senses, she turned to Emma, moving behind her and picking the woman up, Emma too weak and light to offer any resistance. With unnatural speed, she raced over to the bed with her, throwing her face-down, just as Emma inhaled a breath to scream. By the bed were several wide strips of fabric with knots in the middle, and Charlotte grabbed one, pushed it into Emma's mouth and tying it around her head. The attempted scream was muted, coming out as a pathetic whimper, the gag cleaving tightly around Emma's face, her beautiful face distorted in confusion. A hand came up, twisting backwards, moving with what seemed to be glacial slowness, Charlotte using her strength to grab it and yank it to the side, taking care to limit herself, not wanting to cause any damage. A cuff snapped into place, linking the limb to the bed-frame, locking it into place. She did the same to Emma's other arm, before letting herself slow down, just in time to hear Zach cough and splutter, still dazed and confused. 'Hmmm, I think I'll have some fun with you first.' He hadn't even fully recovered when she picked him up, feeling the toned muscles of his body, bending his limbs back while grabbing a bright red rope and snapping it loose, cords falling around her. 'Be a good little boy. Or not, either will be fun for me.' Another surge of speed, and she'd looped his ankles, drawing them together. He was stronger than Emma, but still easy to overpower, as she wrapped the rope around his wrists, binding them together. His wriggling meant that it wasn't the tidiest of hogties, but she twisted it into a hard bundle of knots, making sure that it would come loose. 'You're probably not going to stay quiet either, are you? Not that anyone can hear you, but the noise can be rather annoying.' He still seemed to be dazed from the impact, his limbs starting to strain against the hogtie, hands clenching up. Emma was struggling against her bonds as well, kicking out with her legs, trying to twist her head around to see what was happening. Charlotte sighed, grabbing at Zach's hair, bending his head back and wrapping another band of fabric over his mouth, silencing his grunts. 'Now, let's get little Emma properly tied down. We wouldn't want her kicking you by mistake now, would we?' She moved with normal, human speed now, enjoying the increasing fear in the sounds that Emma was making, as she tried to pull herself away. Charlotte plucked off one of Emma's shoes and threw it away, then dragged the ankle into position, snapping a metal cuff around it. 'I hope you'll be a good girl - but at this point, it doesn't really matter.' The other leg bent back, then tried to kick out, awkward, slow and easy to catch, before Charlotte wrenched it to the side, cuffing it down, leaving the girl to wriggle and struggle in her spread-eagle. Her backside was cute, wrapped up in a tight little denim skirt, starting to ride up. 'Time to unwrap my little presents! Don't wriggle too much, or you might get cut.' A pair of sharp scissors had been left out - she really would have to reward the maids - and she picked them up, snipping them a few times, enjoying the steely scraping sound. Zach was still wriggling around, grunting into his gag, and she rolled him onto his side, before sliding the scissors beneath his top and starting to slide it off, revealing a well-muscled back, shoulders lovely, all taut and tight as he tried to fight the ropes. His jeans were a little tougher to get off, requiring her to pin him in place with one hand as she cut through the waistband, needing to slice it in several places, and then across it, before she could rip them off. Charlotte reached around him, running her fingers over his lean, taut stomach, feeling the flat, toned abs and purring in pleasure. 'You're going to be very popular!' And then she slid her hand down, cupping his crotch through his boxer shorts, feeling the size of his cock, already starting to harden. 'And you shouldn't complain, when you're enjoying it!' He grunted through his gag again, wriggling around, thrusting his crotch against her hand, before she snipped away his boxers, leaving him naked. She felt his cock again, giving it a stroke, making it stiff and hard, enjoying the way he whimpered into his cloth gag, unable to speak. He struggled against his bonds, limbs straining powerlessly against the ropes, unable to break out, his skin getting rubbed and chafed by the cords. 'Such a keen and enthusiastic little boy! I'm sure you've made your girlfriend happy with this before, haven't you?' She stroked his prick again, feeling it harden, getting nice and stiff. 'This is a bit small, isn't it? Have you been able to keep your girlfriend happy, or did you have to use toys? Although you're not going to be having much fun with it now. Not unless I say so, anyway. I own you both, now.' Zach felt shame prickle through the
confusion along with the tight pain of the ropes, his arms bound. He couldn't even figure out how he could move,
what range of movement he had, but her hand was tight and firm around his
cock. It wasn't that small, was it? Her
grip, her touch, confused his thoughts, even more than the impact from being
tossed against the room - how had she even done that? Emma was wriggling around with greater force now, her limbs straining against the cuffs, cute little backside pushing against the denim. 'Let's get you out of that first. It might be a little while before you're allowed clothes again - I like my meat raw and uncovered. At least to start with.' She slid the scissors along Emma's leg, enjoying the fear-filled mewling, then snipping through the fabric, stripping them off the woman's body. Beneath, she was wearing a skimpy, lacey thong, Charlotte pulling at the waist-band. 'Looks like you were going to get lucky tonight!' Pinching a buttock made the pale, creamy flesh redden under the pressure, Emma whimpering, twisting her head against the thick pillows. 'I wonder, have either of you used this?' She slid her hand between Emma's buttocks, parting them, lightly touching against the woman's butthole. She clenched up, whimpering again, making Charlotte chuckle, before she tore away Emma's thing top, then her bra as well. 'Oh? Both of you are so delightfully pure!' She spanked Emma, before going to get the strap-on and tying it around her waist, feeling the weight and bulk of it. 'And I thought youth today were meant to be far more adventurous! Well, there's a first time for everything.' Emma was still twisting around, trying to see, as she moved in front of Zach, wriggling around in his hogtie. 'Mpphhhh!' His eyes widened in panic, his fingers scrabbling against the rope, legs straining. She tapped him on the nose. 'Such a naughty little boy! It's going to be a delight breaking you in. Now, this might ache a little the first time, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Eventually.' She rubbed lube over the shaft, letting Zach see the size of it, before sliding into bed, rolling him over. The way he strained was delightful, his strong muscles utterly bound within the ropes, unable to escape. The position she had put him into made the action awkward, but she twisted his arms aside, taking a tight, firm grip of Zach's strong, supple flesh, feeling his broad, strong chest as he strained, panted and gasped. When the shaft touched against his butthole, he tensed and wriggled, but it was easy to hold him tight. She rocked her hips backwards and forward, feeling the cock slide into him, despite his resistance. His grunting was getting louder and louder, but the gag sealed his mouth. 'Such a tight, taut little boy you are!' Charlotte moved one hand down to his cock, feeling it - ramrod-hard, the tip wet with precum. 'And it feels as though you're enjoying it, despite your protests. Is this as big as you get? There's barely anything there - maybe your girlfriend should have done this to you before! But there's going to be plenty of time for such things.' She licked his back, resisting the urge to bite, to drain off his sweet, sweet blood. He was trying to resist, tensing up against the intruder, but to no avail, as she ground and thrust against him, where stroking his cock. What was going on? His asshole hurt, getting stretched out by a
firm, slightly squidgy, rod. He'd never
had anything back there! This wasn't what
he wanted, but he could feel the pleasure growing and spreading, her fingers tight
around his shaft, pumping it with swift skill.
Even Emma had only touched him through his clothing! His breathing was rough and ragged, his hips
pumping outside of his control. The woman's
breasts pushed against him from behind, soft through her clothing, but the
ropes were hurting his body, scratching against his skin. 'You should learn to enjoy this, it will make things much easier. Give in to what your body desires. After all, this might be the most pleasure I allow you for quite some time.' She increased the speed of her hand against his cock, feeling his breathing get faster and harder. 'I like to keep my property under control.' His cock twitched, a spray of silvery cum shooting out, splashing against Emma's body, thick and sticky. She thrust again with the cock, sheathing it fully within his body, her hips bumping against his. 'But it's good to know that your body can be made to enjoy it, even if your mind might object.' She reached down and squeezed his balls, hearing him grunt in pain. 'These are mine now. And this is going to be the last time for a while that they get used.' She squeezed harder, feeling his cock shrink away, now he'd shot his load, the cum slicked along Emma's flank, as she squirmed and wriggled against her restraints. 'If you've never even done that, then the cage might take some getting used to. But I'm sure you'll manage.' She leaned over, cock still inserted in his body, hand scrabbling over the bedside table, feeling for the cock-cage, fingers closing over it. The maids really were excellent! Although with all the training she'd given them, they should be. The metal cage was tight and hard, and she rubbed it against Zach's back, smiling as he shivered from the touch of the cold metal. 'You're mine now, little boy.' She kissed his shoulder, hard enough to sink her teeth into the skin. 'And don't you ever forget it.' His balls were easy to pull through the base of it, before his shrunken cock was fed into the bars of the cock-cage itself, shrunken flesh caught within harsh and unyielding metal. It snapped locked with a tight and satisfying click. 'If you're naughty, then I'll pour glue into the lock. It would be a shame to not have full access to my property, but there's always other meat to find. Your cock is small enough that it won't be missed either - such a shame it doesn't match the rest of you in size.' She flicked the cage, enjoying his continued wriggling. 'Now, let me start training your girlfriend as well. I'm surprised you've never taken her there! But now it falls to me to train her - well, I'm sure I'll manage.' Emma's squeaks and squeals were getting louder, as she shook herself around, chains clattering, biting into her skin, starting to rub it raw. The cum was trickling down her body now, creamy pearls oozing down soft and tender skin. The temptation to get a whip and simply lash the exposed skin was strong, but it was only fair to train them both. With her limbs bound, Emma couldn't move much, making it easy to straddle her from above, Charlotte pushing the woman's hand onto the pillow, silencing her squeaks. 'A little resistance can be cute, but I don't like too much. Meat should be obedient.' She put a hand on Emma's shoulder, pinning the woman into place, feeling her attempts at struggle weaken. Then she spread her legs, pinning Emma beneath her body, positioning the still-slippery cock in place just above Emma's asshole. 'Such a tight little hole! And I get to be the first to use it.' With the weight of her own body, it was easier to slide into Emma than Zach, the strap-on cock forcing the tight ring of muscle open, before penetrating further inwards. Every wriggle Emma made now just made the cock slide deeper and deeper inside, her movements limited, desperate mewling sounding out from the pillow, Charlotte pushing her head harder down. The whining, piteous cries were mostly swallowed by the pillow, as Charlotte started pumping her hips back and forth, cock sliding deep into the woman's asshole. Watching the woman mount and fuck Emma,
his cum still staining own Emma's body, helped Zach forget the painful
throbbing in his asshole. When he tensed
up, it made it ache more, still sore from the dildo that had been shoved into
it, the same one that was now slamming in and out of Emma. The metal cage was tight and hard around his
shaft, making him feel caged and confined - what would happen if he got hard
like this? His hands twisted, trying to
pull on the ropes, unable to find any slack in the cords. Emma's grunts and gasps made him feel
aroused, as she was forced towards a climax, his cock starting to stiffen
against the cage. 'With time, you'll be able to find pleasure from this. Or you'll have to learn to accept it, and pretend - you'll find that I'm quite specific in how I want my property to behave.' She kept going, grinding and fucking, enjoying the sensation of pushing into Emma, as her sobs quietened, the cock now fully sheathed within her body. Sweat made her skin shine, Charlotte leaning in and roughly kissing her neck, lightly nibbling the skin. 'That's it. Good girl - sweet little fuck-meat, mine to use.' She kissed harder, stopping just shy of breaking the skin. 'Soon, you'll get used to this. But for now, you'll have to endure it.' She reached around and beneath Emma's body, feeling at the woman's small, pert breasts, scratching roughly at the skin, hips still grinding away. Charlotte sat on her throne, pushing herself against the high, padded back, resting her hands on the arms, grip loose on a leather crop. It had been too long since she had indulged herself in training! She'd have to speak to Patricia - apparently she had some fresh meat herself, currently being prepared, and a sales night would need arranging. But for now, she needed to train Emma and Zach. 'Approach.' She stretched out a leg, her dress having a long thigh-slit, showing off her bare skin, ending with a high-heeled stiletto. Emma whined, down on all fours with a rich red leather collar around her neck, otherwise naked except for her cloth gag. 'Perhaps you would like the strap again?' The woman's pale skin was marked with red lash-marks. She shivered, hunching her shoulders protectively, looking around nervously. Zach was bound, his arms chained above his head and his ankles to the ground, the cage still on his cock, bright and shiny, mouth also sealed and gagged, eyes wide. 'Approach, or I will make you feel pain.' Emma whined, before slowly crawling forward, slow and hesitant, head bowed. 'Yes, that's the right attitude. One of reverence and respect.' She stretched her leg out, a heel touching against the woman's shoulder, heel spike digging into skin. 'You are mine. You wear my collar, you are my property. Good property is cared for, but bad property - well, I'm sure you don't want to find out what happens then, do you? So be good meat, and do what I tell you to.' She moved her leg, pushing her foot against the woman's cheek, watching the skin dent under the pressure. Emma whined again, not advancing any closer. 'You need to be ready to serve your owner. With that cute mouth of yours.' She leaned forward and dragged on Emma's collar, pulling her in close, loosening the gag, the wet rag splatting to the floor. 'You need to learn to obey. Now, worship me.' About the Author and Artist Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Nightwhisper's Nightmare Chapter One: Mental Insights The club was dark, the air tainted with the scents of sweat and semen. Samara winced, her mind conjuring up attackers in the darkness, ready to grab her. What had been done here? She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, the spotlights illuminating stained surfaces, the area divided into tiny rooms, almost like cells, manacles and cuffs hanging from the walls. She stepped over a discarded whip, discarded into a messy coil, feeling herself break into a cold sweat, the latex of her suit tight against her body. Samara twisted her fingers, the fingers of her elbow-length gloves resisting slightly, a tight and shiny second skin, before she started to peel it off. It kissed itself off her skin, a little at a time, her pale skin appearing from beneath it as she was released from its tight embrace, until her arm was free. A voice came from the shadows, a faint golden glow appearing. 'Nightwhisper? You in here somewhere?' The glow intensified, a warm and sunny light banishing back some of the darkness, although it did make the restraints and painful-looking implements more obvious. A cage hung from the ceiling, the steel floor and bars smeared with bodily fluids, the inside just about large enough for a person, the thought of being restrained like that make Samara shudder. 'I'm over here, Glory!' The light approached, stepping around a corner to reveal a young woman, wearing a short, white dress, trimmed with gold, thick blonde hair streaming outwards, a faint halo of light above her head. She looked around and shivered, stepping carefully over a discarded latex bodysuit, keeping her arms close to her body. 'Looks like they've cleared out already? Doesn't look like anyone's here.' Samara nodded. 'Not long ago though, everything seems fresh.' Glory wrinkled her nose, before crossing her arms, the action pushing her breasts up against her dress. 'I don't really want to think about what "fresh" means here! Can you do your thing? And quickly - this place is dark, and I've not got much power left.' Her halo was already dimming, the shadows getting thicker. Samara tucked her glove into her waist-sash before bending down, slowly stretching her hand out towards the whip, closing her eyes and extending her senses. As soon as she touched the rough leather of the handle, sensation-memories overwhelmed her... The music was loud, throbbing through her
body, heart pounding in time. The air
was warmed by people, kissing against bare flesh - tight shorts and a crop-top,
flesh out and on display. And metal,
tight and hard around her neck, weighing down against her shoulders, making her
skin crawl. The cage was there still, but now it was
occupied - a young woman stripped virtually naked, wearing the tattered remains
of a red-and-black bodysuit, her arms bound behind her back in a leather tube, a
red domino mask on her face. Her mouth
was forced open, blocked by a fat black ballgag, spit staining her chin and dribbling
outwards, splashing onto the cage floor.
Her breasts shook, a man fucking her from behind, grabbing the cage bars
to keep her close. The woman's eyelids
fluttered behind the mask, as she made a low groaning noise. Samara felt her crotch stir, her suit seeming far too tight, pressing against her. A hand - the hand of whoever's eyes she
was seeing through - reached out, wrapped in a latex glove, shiny and
powerful. It stroked against the woman's
cheeks, their eyes opening, blank and unseeing before managing to focus. Was that recognition? Who were they seeing? Then their eyes opened wide, their lips
tightening around the gag-ball, more spit dribbling out as they tried to form
words, even as they were still being fucked from behind. The hand stroked their cheek, while they
tried to flinch away, even though there was no room in the cage. Shiny black fingers stroked a soft, smooth
cheek, their eyes wide and vague. As
their head came up, a metal band was visible - a tough and sturdy metal collar
ringed the woman's neck, a metal ring dangling down. They were trying to say something, but it was
impossible to make out the words over the throbbing back-beat, but they looked dazed,
despite their cheeks being flush with arousal. She tensed up, the remnants of her bodysuit
straining to stay together, letting out a low groan, more spit streaming from
her mouth. The warm pressure between Samara's legs was getting more intense and overt now, her body feeling warm, the suit tight and firm against her breasts and belly. She clamped her lips together, not wanting to make any strange noises. The perspective moved in closer, terror
mingling with lust in the woman's eyes as she stared at whoever's view Samara was
using. This close, the impact-strikes on
their body were obvious - her body-suit looked like it had been whipped off, red
welt-marks on their skin. They squirmed and
twisted, breasts dangling free, their leather-wrapped arms twisting around and knocking
against the top of the cage. The hand tensed, slapping them across
the face, hard enough to knock them to the side, making them grunt in
pain. The impact ran through Samara's arm, her shadow-memory of the touch flashing through her. She could feel her own arousal staining her thighs, glad that her suit was tight enough to keep it contained, but the stickiness made her feel weak and ashamed. And far too damn horny! Another slap, and then the point of view
turned away, turning fast enough to make Samara feel dizzy for a moment. They walked through the club, the patrons
dark-wrapped blurs, their presence not enough to impinge into the memory, just vague
shapes, fucking and grinding away. The movement stopped in an open area, dominated
by an wooden X-shaped cross, another woman tied to it, struggling against the
cuffs, tied facing away. They were wearing
a short white dress and knee-high boots - the image of Glory, at least from
behind, except for their head, sealed into a black latex hood, with a high ponytail
of gold-blonde hair poking out the top, flicking about as they twisted and
wriggled. When their face turned towards her, it
was possible to see that there were no eye- or mouth-holes in the hood, just
two nostril-holes. From the sounds they were
making, they must be gagged, unable to speak, just make mush-mouthed
complaints. A whip flicked, striking against their
buttocks, tearing away at the skirt, revealing toned, bare buttocks
beneath. It was too fast to see,
although the aftermath was increasingly obvious as more and more of the white
material was torn away, whip-welts appearing on the skin beneath. Hands and feet shifted around, straining at
the limits of the manacle-chains, the X-cross holding firm though. She was drenched now, squirming her thighs, her breath hot and heavy - she hadn't been this horny for a long time! But there was no way that she could come now, despite how much she wanted to. Her hand was still tight on the whip-handle, and she heard a concerned murmur from Glory before dropping back into the memory. The whip struck, again and again,
tearing away the white dress until the figure was almost entirely naked except
for the hood and the cuffs. The buttocks
started to turn red from repeated impacts, each hit making the target yelp and
dance around, trying to avoid further hits, without success. A figure-blur approached, whispered a
message, and the sense of savage satisfaction fled, replaced with need. The whip was discarded, and then... The vision ended, Samara blinking her eyes as it faded away. A strong and powerful blush rose up over her face as she felt the hot, wet warmth between her legs, her arousal potent. Hopefully her suit was watertight from the inside, otherwise Glory would probably be able to tell! But even without that vision, this place was permeated with the aura of sexuality, a heavy shadow of domination and submission, where people came to be used or to use others. 'You OK, Nightwhisper? You're looking a little, uh, flushed.' Samara found herself wishing that she wore a full-face cowl, hiding her bright red blush, rather than just a domino mask around her eyes. At least her suit was thick enough that it wouldn't show off any other signs of arousal. Every movement made her acutely aware of the sticky mess between her legs there, even as the approaching orgasm quickly faded. 'It's nothing.' Her breathing was faster than normal, her heart racing, body hot. 'But it looks like the last place. They had someone dressed up like you, tied up over there.' She pointed, Glory turning to look, the halo-light focusing into a beam. It shone off the now-empty X-cross, picking out the metal chains and manacles. Samara could see tattered fragments of white fabric, whipped off the woman's body. 'Well, that just shows they've got good taste!' Glory posed, twisting and cocking her hips, her halo shining even more brightly for a moment. 'Although I don't really want to be tied up. Anything else? Any idea who might be behind it?' 'I was looking through someone's eyes, they were whipping the person dressed like you. Same dress, but with a hood on.' 'Brrr, don't like the sound of that! I need the sun on my skin to power up, don't want to be sealed away. But no idea who that was?' The throbbing warmth between Samara's legs was still there - whoever it had been, they had been turned on by their actions, and a woman as well. 'No, they didn't look in a mirror. And everyone else here they just saw as interchangeable, rather than people. Except for a woman in that cage - wearing red and black? I didn't recognize them, but it might have been Crimson Vigil?' 'She did go dark a while back. Although that means these guys have escalated from super look-a-likes to actual superheroes? That's an escalation.' Samara glanced at the cage again - she could see that the steel was splashed with dribble and cum, the thing currently open. Should she touch that? But the person inside looked like they had been fucked hard - she was so damn horny already, that any other stimulation might drive her into a full orgasm, making her collapse into a puddle. And be utterly defenseless if they were attacked - Glory's halo was still dimming, showing that her powers were fading as well. It wasn't worth the risk, no matter what information she might find out from it. 'Did you find anything?' Glory shook her head, hair blazing gold under the light from her halo, and making Samara think of the tied and spread woman, head bound under latex. 'No. Looks like they cleared out anything useful, and just left their toys behind.' She kicked the whip, making it flap and twist away, like a snake, Samara shuddering. The dark space, with the sex-addled air, suddenly made her feel claustrophobic and bound in, her bodysuit far too tight. She crossed her arms over her chest, the movement making it shift and cling to her body. 'You OK? You seem a little out of it.' 'Just... distracted.' 'You should go see that psychiatrist. She's got good reviews - Silksong and the White Specter both say she helped a lot. And it's anonymous and everything, so you don't need to worry about being revealed.' 'Hmm, maybe. It's just been stressful recently.' 'Well, yeah - finding out that creepy underground sex clubs are dressing people like you for pervy kinky sex stuff is probably a bit weird. Have you seen the pictures? Some of them are kinda hot - I look good in chains! Although I look good in most things. Your fanboys seem to have a thing for you in latex and ropes, although you've got half of that already. Some of the photoshops are pretty good - I'm slightly ahead of you, but the Rose is still miles ahead of both of us.' Samara started pulling her glove back on, carefully tweaking it over each finger, glad to be sealing herself up a little more, her flesh now behind the latex, pulling it up over her arm, making it shiny and black. 'I don't really look at that stuff.' Whenever she saw her fans, the general psychic babble made it hard to think - the ones that were horny for her were even worse, constant images of herself getting fucked and used being forced into her mind, making her edgy and horny. 'Some of it's sexy. There's even a few that think we're a couple, although normally you're the one in charge. Guess it's all the black you wear? But if you are having any problems, try seeing her. You've been really tense and twitchy lately.' Her juices were cooling, starting to seep down her thighs and legs as she sighed. 'I think I might.' 'I'll send you her details.' |