"Master, would you like it this way better?" A pair of soft hands massaged a vampire's back, slender forearms sliding against the oiled skin to enlarge the area of contact, making considerable areas of wet skin slide against each other.
"Ah, this is great. You have golden hands." Victor smiled, genuinely pleased by the skill and enthusiasm of his blood slave.
"No way, gold would be too cold." She tried to joke, to add to the already relaxing atmosphere, clearly eager to please him.
"But you can create warmth with friction." He let his hand fall along the wooden leg of the sturdy massaging table and found a bare humanoid leg there, touching its smooth skin, he kept sliding up slowly until his servant produced a soft moan and her tail swung meekly to the side.
"Oh, I've heard that foxes swing their tail to the side to get it out of the way, you are ready quite fast." He now openly began massaging a particular spot in between her legs and she slightly spread them apart to allow him reaching her soft parts with more ease.
"You cannot blame this servant when faced with your might, Master. I am quite ready indeed." Smiling at Victor, she half-turned in an inviting gesture, exposing her behind.
"Undress." With that word, Nitarja hastily took off her underwear and presented her ass again, ready for what was bound to happen next. She had already prepared for this when Victor postponed their mission and made them stay in the castle a bit longer.
Alas, Victor thought otherwise.
"You have not deserved it yet." Victor slapped her butt hard and turned her forcefully back, making Nitarja take in a sharp breath in surprise. "Massage me more, my back feels stiff."
She placed her hands back on his back and began to work his muscles and felt his fingers entering her from below. The rhythm of her breathing changed and her face turned more red, as she felt gradually more and more aroused.
Yet, when she needed to feel his touch inside her the most, his fingers suddenly withdrew, leaving her in want, panting.
"I have a little surprise for you my dear. Come out, the fun is about to start." Victor called on someone who must have been standing behind the door.
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Dear Frei,
I appreciate all you have done for me, but the night with Ratel is still in front of my eyes. I know that you long for her body more than for mine and her wild nature intrigues you. You do not need to hold yourself back anymore, as I have decided to pursue a deeper relationship with our master, Victor. Our minds controlled, our bond is meaningless in the light of his power anyway. How can we even promise something to each other, if he can overturn it with his single word? Our actions are empty and our feelings not our own to give. In this situation I cannot bring myself to continue our relationship and will pursue the affection of our Master instead to forge a bond that will be worth my efforts.
No longer yours, Nitarja.
PS: Fawning will not help you to get back to me, do not even try.
Frei's hand gradually lowered, until the letter fell out of it when his forearm touched his thigh.
"What . . .is this?!" He could hear Nitarja's voice rereading the letter again in his head and went numb. "Not worth her effort?"
For a while, he stared at the piece of paper on the floor, her neat handwriting blurred on the yellow paper and he was unable to make a sound while emotions were building up inside him.
"Fucking bitch! Fuck her! For whom do you think I am playing this shitty Victor's game?! This stupid farce!" Frei slammed his hand against the table and kept doing it until it almost cracked.
"And she suddenly decides that she will take a bigger dick that will be worth her effort, just because it is more convenient?" He stood up and walked back and forth, his face red, ignoring Evelin who was trying to act like a wall paint.
Were all women so fickle, or had he just a bad luck? It was not a laughing matter, because of her he had kept the company of Victor, who could probably kill him with his pinkie if he wanted, constantly trying to outsmart him. He had been dancing with death for her and she repaid him with abandoning him when it was the most beneficial to her.
The trust that they had built over time only magnified the pain of her betrayal. How many times had he saved her life? And now this! When he thought that he had finally gotten under her skin, she showed him that it was the many layered skin of a snake.
"I say good riddance, go lick the old fool, you whore. Now I can at least do what I want!" He spat out, anger forging his harsh words. He had enough of deep relationships, apparently too much trust in others brought only suffering to oneself in the end.
He paused his chaotic motion all around the room for a second, and looked out of the window in the direction of the Waldorf Castle. Despite not being able to see it directly for obvious reasons, he could almost hear Victor's laugh in his head. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white and could not get the thought of revenge out of his head. For a moment he had an urge to get revenge on the vampires, but could see how meaningless and childish it was right away.
"We'll show them, we will show them all!" His words made his new wall pain flinch, as Frei's statement strangely seemed to include her as well.
"I will not take revenge on you, for I will build a vampire society of my own and when you come and plead to join my ranks, I will refuse. When you crawl back to me again, I will reject you Nitarja. No more trust, no more weakness." Frei hissed, promising himself never to risk his own safety for others again, pushing his own agenda instead of caring for people that did not even deserve it in the end.
"Come elf, it is time to hunt more slaves to join our ranks. " He did not even look at Evelin and opened the door, heading in the direction he had last seen Evelin's group of troublemakers.
He had not the slightest intentions to send them back to the Waldorf Castle in the light of the recent development. He would create his own group of vampires that would be serving only him. No more relationships, they would be his blood slaves and do what he wanted. He was not petty enough to begin acting like a despot just to vent his rage, but it would be him running the show. No more relationships based on trust, blood was a much more reliable medium to build on.
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Nitarja looked in the direction of the door and saw Ratel entering the room, but was unable to react before Victor grabbed her tail at its base.
"Now it is the time to turn around." He pulled and turned her naked ass to face the massaging table and pressed it against it.
"Spread your legs." He commanded and she obeyed even before she had the time to think about his words.
"Ratel, tie her ankles to the table." Ratel moved quickly and fastened Nitarja's ankles to the table legs with leather stripes.
"Good, now let's stretch you a bit." She could tell that Victor slid off the table and grabbed her wrists from behind, pulling her hands to the other side of the table. In a moment she had been made to bend her body to the shape of a letter n, with her head upside down and her limbs spread wide, tied to the legs of the massaging table with her back bent like a bow.
"But you are still not worthy, let's use this hole first." She felt smooth hands on her jaw that made her open her mouth wide and Victor's dick touched her teeth as it entered her mouth slowly. "It would have been too boring this way. Ratel, begin."
With her limited vision, Nitarja could not see what Ratel was doing, but soon felt a hand that rubbed her between her legs and her muscles tensed with excitement. For a second, she thought that Victor had something more unorthodox in mind and pressed against the hand, relieved.
In the back of her mind, there was a hint of displeasure towards the person who was pleasing her, but her experience allowed her to just ignore it, as Ratel did not appear to be too vocal about her role.
When she was about to push against the hand with her hips to get herself over the edge, the hand suddenly withdrew and she ended up grinding against the empty air, moaning accusingly in the direction she presumed the one teasing her was.
"Not so fast." Ratel's voice reminded her who she was again and she could not help but squirm with displeasure. She really did not like doing something like this with her, but soon a different feeling filled her senses, a sharp feeling of pain mixed into the intoxicating pleasure she had felt up to now.
"How do you like that?" Ratel asked mockingly and soon, more hits landed on her body and her pussy stung with pain that bit into the lingering remnants of pleasure she had accumulated by the previous stimulation. Nitarja moaned and squirmed desperately, but was unable to dodge the leather stripes of the whip that were hitting her pussy firmly. Reflexively, her tail covered her sex after a few swings to shield her sensitive parts.
"Ah, what do we have here? But you won't spoil our fun my furry friend." Ratel gripped the tip of her tail and tied a rope to its end, then she passed the rope under the massaging table and tied it to Nitarja's neck, making it unable to move freely, its tip just tickling Nitarja on the back of her neck.
"That is better." Ratel had done the whole procedure without interrupting Victor, who was being taken care of by Nitarja's mouth. "Let's continue."
Ratel continued to swing her whip against the now exposed pussy again, not paying much attention to the sound of muffled cries that tried to escape Nitarja's throat, as the pain had almost fully replaced the pleasure that she felt at her intimate parts just a few moments ago.
"Stop, you beast!" She managed a muffled sound to escape her lips and Ratel's rough voice answered her demands.
"Fourteen." She discontinued the whipping and Nitarja could again feel the cooling touch of her oiled hand. As Victor took a little break, she managed to almost shout at Ratel.
"Do not touch me, I do not want anything to do with you!" She pressed her behind deeper into the massaging table to avoid the touch, but Ratel's firm hand followed her every move, making any attempts to disrupt her torturer's actions futile.
"But your body says otherwise." Ratel scoffed and Nitarja responded in an angry, defiant moan as her hips began to move again on their own in sync with Ratel's caressing touches, as her body was unable to suppress her instinctive reaction to the overwhelming pleasure magnified by the contrast of the preceding pain.
But again, right at the worst possible moment, Ratel withdrew her hand and replaced the bliss with stinging lashes of a small whip, that were turning Nitarja's pink pussy even redder, washing away her pleasure with pain.
"We will play a game little fox, Victor is the master of creative games like this. Every cycle I will stay my hand right before you finish and replace the pleasure with my whip here. Each round I will add one extra swing, until you say the right words." Nitarja pushed against her bonds, but could only squirm against the thick leather that was binding her to the massive massaging table. Her tail was desperately trying to cover her crotch again, only succeeding in limiting the air coming into her lungs, as it was firmly tied to her neck.
"Ratel, my love, please let me cum. That is the magical sentence." Ratel laughed and bit lightly into her exposed nipple with her sharp teeth.
"You bitch!" Nitarja was able to communicate better, as Victor seemed to be amused by their exchange and lessened the frequency of his thrusts again.
"Wrong sentence." Ratel laughed and swung the whip in her hand harder against Nitarja's sex.
"AGH! Never!" Nitarja screamed defiantly and continued to struggle against her bonds.
"Fifteen." Ratel said with a cold voice and her soft hand touched Nitarja again, soothing Nitarja's aching slit, as the pain slowly disappeared into oblivion.
She whimpered as more waves of pleasure attacked her senses, a shudder running through her body when Ratel's soft hand accidentally brushed against the deepest bruise, but more waves of ecstasy buried the soreness quickly, even though just for a time.
"You rapist, sth-stop-p!" Nitarja called out, on the edge again.
"No, I am your love, or do you not remember?" Ratel's evil smile made even Victor shiver a bit. "Ratel, my love, please let me cum. I want to hear it."
And so the game continued, Ratel repeating the game rounds exactly as she had foretold and her victim had to endure the teasing and pleasure that kept shifting into longer and longer periods of stinging pain that left her tender parts aching, bright red. She slowly began to realize that there was no escape and she should not expect Ratel to change her mind or show mercy.
"Twenty two." Ratel's indifferent voice sounded again, announcing the end of pain.
"I beg you, Ratel!" Nitarja shrieked out, her mouth free of Victor now who had slowly shifted into the role of an observer a few rounds ago.
"You know what I want to hear, my love." The corners of Ratel's mouth lifted in an insincere smile, she was apparently enjoying her position of power and the fact that she could humiliate Nitarja like this. Even though the pain phase had become significantly longer, it took Ratel just a moment to make Nitarja writhe with want again, craving for her touch.
"Ratel. R-Ratel, my . .. . my love, please let me cum. " Nitarja whimpered, her defiance finally crumbling into pieces.
"Louder!" Ratel withheld her hand again and lifted the other hand that held the whip high above her head like she was about to swing with extreme force.
"Ratel, my love, please let me cum!!!" Nitarja shrieked out desperately to prevent more pain from descending onto her sensitive, bruised body part.
"That is my girl, shhhh, it will be alright." Ratel put down her whip and placed her hand on Nitarja's cheek, finally continuing with her other limb what she had kept interrupting for so long, slowly bringing Nitarja beyond the edge.
Nitarja's behind lifted off the table as her body tensed and trembled in pleasure, only to fall down a few seconds later, shivering occasionally as the last vestiges of her climax faded away. Nitarja slowly regained her faculties, as she had also been strangled for a moment by her own tail that pulled at the leather stripe on her neck during her intense spasm.
"That was fun." Victor whispered with a smirk on his face and stepped closer to the beaten up Nitarja's genitals, readying himself for the obvious. "Now is the right time for the main dish, I hope that you are not too sore."
Victor entered her without hurry, like they had all the time in the world, making her flesh remember the recent lashings.
A whining moan escaped her lips as pain and pleasure mixed into one once more.
"Actually, I hope you are, because sending inappropriate letters to people you should have no contact with during a mission deserves a thorough punishment, right?" An evil smile appeared on Victor's face and Nitarja's eyes opened wide in horror when she realized that he was actually quite angry with her.
"No! Master, have mercy!" She started to panic when she understood that the whole play had something more to it, than just to amuse a bored master. Its true undertone being much darker than she would like.
"Let's play some more, I need more play after all, when a certain someone robbed me of one of my unique toys." Victor said with terrifying gentleness and roughly entered her bruised parts.