The taking of a slave

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-11-03 07:07

She was continuing to listen to the conversation between Violet and Guillaume, the awkward silence that held still between them, and the sadness that filled Violet's eyes. It was certainly more then she wanted to hear, and was actually dying to know what her loving slaves were doing upstairs.

"Guillaume, Violet...please excuse me for a few. I think I'd like to check on our little sweethearts and see if they are fucking each other yet."

She laughed loudly having said such a crass statement, but it was the basic truth. She wanted to see how the girls would react to being with each other...now that Tricia was sexually tortured, but never satisfied, and Laura was infused with 3 vampiress's essence. Guillaume winked to her and patted her bottom as she rose and headed upstairs. She made a quiet entrance into her room and slowly opened the door to their room peeking in. She saw Laura straddled over Tricia, massaging while straddled over her calf. The scent of arousal filled the room, and she could see Laura moving her hands up Tricia's thigh. Before she could even interpret what was going on, she flew into a rage not wishing Tricia satisfaction yet. How dare Laura tamper with her slave...how dare Tricia use Laura to seek that satisfaction.

She slammed open the door scaring the wits out of both women. Without even saying anything, she grabbed Laura by the arm pulling her off of Tricia, and off of the bed.

"Tricia, get up, get dressed and go downstairs. Go serve Guillaume and Violet. Get up now!"

Her snarl was enough to make Tricia sit straight up and hurry to please her.

"Laura, you will come with me."

She dragged Laura into her bedroom, slammed the door shut and locked it so Tricia could not intervene. The fury in her eyes was enough to make anyone fall to their knees and beg for mercy. Instead, she took Laura and sat her, rather violently on the bed. She stood before her looking down with a horribly wicked grin. Laura looked up to her with doe eyes, wondering what she did wrong, but she said nothing to her little slave.

"Undress yourself."

Laura looked at her horrified at the situation and just sat there, frozen.

"Girl, I said undress herself."

She reached out and grabbed Laura's dress at the collar and ripped it, tugging a few times until it fell to the floor at her feet. She pushed her back on the bed so her legs were still over the side of the bed and spread her legs with one quick thrust. She leaned over her letting her long fiery curls spill into Laura's face.

"Are you messing with Tricia? Are you trying to satisfy my Tricia? Only *I* do that..do you understand? Only me."

She slipped her fingers down between Laura's legs violently rubbing her most sensitive of areas, the wetness helping as she growls while rubbing. Laura's expression says it all as she struggles to understand what is happening and why. She cares little of Laura recieves satisfaction or pleasure, but only wants to teach her another lesson about how to be a good slave. She brings her free hand up to Laura's throat and starts to squeeze tightly to choke her as she continues to rub.

"Now tell me you'll be a good girl and do as we say....tell me."

Laura's whimpers and tears come to her eyes, but she still says nothing out of shock.

"You are so naughty Laura...so very disobedient."

She digs her nails into Laura's neck drawing a bit of blood and stops rubbing between her legs. The power of this violence is overwhelming to her and her fangs start to grow as her eyes ice over with a silver glimmer. She turns her head from Laura as this happens and starts to smell the blood racing through Laura's frightened body. She falls to her knees between Laura's legs, letting go of her neck and growling like a predatory killer to her.

"You will let me do what I want to you Laura. Keep your legs open and your mouth shut."

She then bites hard into Laura's leg, drawing blood, but only taking a few sips. She doesn't bother to heal it as she licks up between her legs hungrily lapping at her wet folds.

***

Taken Past the Limit

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 02-11-03 13:33

The vicious bite wound on Laura's left thigh throbs excruciatingly. But Laura barely has time to whimper before Lady Narcissa's tongue slides up her leg to slip inside Laura's most intimate places. The abrupt pleasure does not supplant the pain. Rather, the two intense stimuli combine into a single compelling and astonishing sensation.

Despite having just suffered such cruelty at Lady Narcissa's hands, Laura's whole body stiffens as Narcissa's sudden and unexpected loving attention impels Laura toward immediate sexual release. For Laura to have so incongruous a reaction to Narcissa's abuse could only have occurred under a unique set of circumstances...

In small part, it is due to the simple fact that Laura has been so unrelentingly horny, for so many days, that her body is ready to find relief in any stimulus...

Adding to that is the way that giving a massage to the nearly naked Tricia had invoked Laura's fantasies about Belle, and memories of sex with Violet and, of course, Narcissa, thereby inflaming Laura's libidinousness despite her innocent intentions...

In that regard, another factor is Laura's shock at Lady Narcissa's accusation that Laura was making love to Tricia, even though she had only been giving her a back rub. This indictment played directly into Laura's guilt about her recent lesbian dalliances, and her now pathological need for Narcissa's approval, and therefore utterly shattered Laura's remaining emotional defenses....

Of course, another significant element is the intense combination of pain and pleasure itself. Laura feels pain not only where Narcissa's teeth sank into the skin on her thigh, nor pleasure just where Narcissa's tongue now caresses far more sensitive flesh. Instead, the pain and pleasure flow like electric mercury, pouring from one corner of her spasming body to another. Pain and pleasure tickle her arched feet like deep plush carpeting, then explode behind her scrunched eyelids like crimson spotlights. They burn her aching nipples like shards of frigid ice. Pain and pleasure fill her slack mouth like honey, and her clenched fists like broken glass....

But most of all, it is simply that the prior infusion of Lady Narcissa's vampiric essence, combined with that of the Vampiresses Violet and Belladonna, has left Laura so physically addicted to Narcissa that Laura, having spent the last twenty-four hours out of Narcissa's presence, finds inordinate bodily and emotional relief in any attention, subtle or severe, gentle or hurtful, that Narcissa bestows upon her.

Given all this, it is only natural that Lady Narcissa's oral ministrations instantaneously bring Laura to the point of sexual climax. The feeling is neither ecstacy nor agony -- but is composed of those parts of both pleasure and pain that make each so overwhelmingly intense. Every fibre of Laura's being burns with it, and at this moment, she absolutely believes she will crave this incomparable sensation every waking moment for the rest of her life.

"Oh Narcissa..." Laura moans. Her whole body trembles and she draws up her straining arms and legs. "I'm yours! I'm... I'm...."

Laura screams as she reaches the pinnacle of her orgasm. But mixed with her cry of sexual rapture is a shriek of abject despair as Laura, a woman who had always prided herself on the strongly intellectual and spiritual nature of her mind, suddenly understands that she has become irreversibly and totally subjugated to every base whim and carnal desire of her now insatiable body.

***

Irresistible Curiosity

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 02-12-03 06:29

"Guillaume, Violet," Narcissa begins as she climbs out of Guillaume's lap. He recognizes her low but saccharine tone of voice. It is the same one she used at the motel the night before, just before seducing and feeding upon two men. "Please excuse me for a few. I think I'd like to check on our little sweethearts and see if they are fucking each other yet."

Although never much caring for vulgarity in women, Guillaume cannot help but smile after her as she leaves. He cannot blame her. He too is curious how the unique combination of multiple vampires' essence in both girls' blood, together with their hypnotic conditioning, is affecting them. But centuries of living have made him more patient than young Narcissa.

He chuckles as the library door closes behind her. He then turns to Violet with a shrug and says, "My Chylde has a colorful way of putting things at times, and I cannot blame her for her curiosity. But they say too many cooks will spoil the broth. Let us remain here a bit longer, enjoy our wyne, and continue our conversation."

Guillaume's mind never strays far from his hope of leading the Kindred in a crusade to regain their proper place, feared and respected by mortals as the masters of the night. He has not yet developed a sense if Violet is a potential ally in such a campaign, and he hopes by spending a bit of time with her to get an understanding of her priorities. He stands, crosses the room, and gallantly refills her goblet.

***

Filling In

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 02-12-03 06:59

Violet turned her gaze away from Guillaume and Narcissa when they embraced, and only then returned her gaze to them when they had seated themselves on the couch. She sighed softly, and took a deep drink from her wyne. She settled in a chair across from Guillaume and Narcissa and the questions began. Though mearly to find out how things had gone with her and Laura last eve.

"Things with Laura went very well last eve. She is quite an interesting woman, though I do believe that she will be staying with in the walls of the Kiss. Might I say she tastes oh so sweet." Violet said with a slightly devious smile. She took another drink from her wyne.

Their conversation continued a bit longer, before Narcissa excused herself. She smiled and looked to Guillaume after the library door closed. "She is a chylde still, and will learn soon enough." she said as he refilled her now empty goblet.

"Thank you." She said as he replaced the carafe of wyne. "As for what Narcissa and I were talking of before you arrived, she had simply asked me why I had come to the Kiss. What I was hiding from. Just exploring her curiosity about my presence here."

Guillaume nodded "Why did you come here?" he asked as he took a sip from his own goblet.

"I came looking for a new start, a new beginning to this eternity." She paused for a moment then continued. "I was hiding from the pain, hurt, anguish of losing one that was closer to me than any I have known. Lex was more to me than simply my sire, he was a lover and a friend. We roamed together for over a century, and there will be nothing to replace that time. I cherish every moment of it, and miss him dearly, but I know that I must also let go and realize that I cannot change what was done, nor can I bring back what was taken."

She sighed and sipped from her goblet again. "I also told Narcissa what seeing you and she together is like for me. It is like seeing myself with Lex again. It is as painful as it is happy." her words were soft this time as she spoke, gaze resting solely on him. Goblet forgotten about for the moment.

"I truly am happy to see you and her together, and I hope you remain so for quite some time. I would hate to think of one of you being taken from the other, that is a tragedy that neither should have to bare." she said her gaze lifting from him and scanning the rows of books in the library.

***

Finishing the job

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-12-03 08:36

She stops just as suddenly as she started when Laura finds the peak of her own pleasures releasing a wild orgasm from her body. The conflicts in her mind coming to a halt as she finds pleasure in such actions from one of her many mistresses.

She leaves the bite mark in her leg, small droplets of blood trickling down her thigh as she rises up. She is not sure if she should be pleased she brought her slave to such heights, or angered that Laura derived pleasure from the pain she wished to inflict. This meeting was not supposed to be about pleasure, but about dominance. She stands up between Laura's legs looking down at her and the left over sensations of her orgasm as she writhes on the bed. She hadn't wanted to make Laura climax the way she did...she only wanted to hear her slave scream for mercy while she took what she wanted from her.

Now this thought angered her....Laura enjoying herself when she was supposed to be learning. It was this strange twist of fate she had not predicted. Now Laura would associate pain with pleasure. And now it was time to prove who was master, and who was servant. Laura would now know what was happening to her.

She picked Laura up by her neck with one hand and forced her to sit up. She crawled up on the bed behind Laura still with one hand on her neck while the other pulled her long soft locks back in a forceful yank. Laura's eyes were now fixed on the ceiling while she hissed orders in her ear.

"You will do as I say at all times. You are no longer the woman you were...you are no longer independant. You are mine. Tricia is mine. Should you disobey me again, you will find yourself nursing wounds for days."

She rakes her long nails against Laura's neck, causing deep scrapes across the sensitive flesh. This is to mark her slave for others to see as the droplets of blood ooze from the scrapes.

"Now tell me who you are. Tell me who is your mistress. Answer me quickly and you will have more pleasure. Stutter and you will have more pain. Decide which you like better my dear."

She growls again baring her fangs, but not that Laura can see yet.

***

Inappropriate Response

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 02-12-03 12:47

The tingling warm remnants of her orgasm are still echoing through Laura's body when Lady Narcissa grasps Laura's throat and drags her up to sit on the edge of the bed. Before Laura realizes what is happening, Narcissa is behind her on the mattress, savagely yanking her head back by the hair.

Laura's back arches. Cool air tickles her still wet privates, sending an electric thrill that raises goosebumps on her breasts. This blends with the dull pain from her scalp into an erotic heat that flows down her spine. Laura moans slightly.

"You will do as I say at all times," Narcissa's breath feels refreshingly cool in Laura's ear. "You are no longer the woman you were... You are no longer independent. You are mine. Tricia is mine. Should you disobey me again, you will find yourself nursing wounds for days."

Laura yelps when Narcissa emphasizes the last point by viciously scratching the side of Laura's neck with her fingernails. It really HURTS! But unlike the agony Laura felt when Narcissa bit her thigh a few minutes earlier, this pain isn't followed by, nor compensated with, equally intense pleasure. It just hurts.

"Now tell me who you are" Narcissa growls savagely. "Tell me who is your mistress. Answer me quickly and you will have more pleasure. Stutter and you will have more pain. Decide which you like better my dear!"

Had Laura understood what was truly being asked of her, she might have had the presence of mind to formulate a response. But these past five minutes -- starting with the tranquil monotony of massaging Tricia, interrupted by Narcissa's false yet embarrassing accusation, leading to the ecstacy from being ravished by Narcissa, then the anguish of this new assault -- has left Laura, already confused by the past week's events, now totally befuddled. With her head bent back cruelly, and the four deep scratches in her neck burning excruciatingly, she can scarcely think, much less put her thoughts into words.

"Please," Laura finally gasps forlornly. "I don't... I'm not...."

***

Sympathetic Curiosity

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 02-13-03 07:10

"I truly am happy to see you and her together," the Vampiress Violet said softly, having compared Guillaume and Narcissa's intense, loving relationship to the void caused in her own life by the death of her Kindred Sire and lover, named Lex. "And I hope you remain so for quite some time. I would hate to think of one of you being taken from the other, that is a tragedy that neither should have to bare."

Guillaume slumped a bit in his chair, a sullen expression on his face. His last romance, every bit as passionate as his current devotion to Narcissa, had ended in unimaginable tragedy. As a result, Guillaume had spent the past two centuries as a veritable hermit, shunning the company of all immortals. Only Narcissa's youthful exuberance, and the hope it kindled in Guillaume of a Kindred renaissance, had allowed him to dare love again.

His attention returned to Violet, sitting across from him, equally content to dwell upon her own melancholic memories. Given the usual way of things, he could guess the general outline of her answer to his next question, but he wanted her to focus her thoughts on the details.

"Tell me," Guillaume whispered sympathetically. "How did Lex die?"

***

How he died....

Author: Violet LeBlanc

Date: 02-13-03 07:41

"Tell me," Guillaume whispered sympathetically. "How did Lex die?"

Violet closed her eyes for a moment as that night flooded her thoughts again. It was a night that had scarred her physically and emotionally, the only scars she still bares are the emotional. She curled a bit deeper into the chair, cheek coming to rest on her knees as she looked over at Guillaume. Finally she started to speak.

"We had been out traveling, just the two of us, and Shadow Wolf, our protector of sorts. We were traveling in Europe for the most part, but we had decided to return to the 'family' and friends we had here in the states. The trip was quiet and uneventful. Though we did not go directly to our friend's home in New York, instead we headed into the Appalachian Mountains for a little more time alone, just the two of us away from society again." She paused for a moment, and sighed softly.

"It was there that things would begin to fall apart. I had a feeling that it would be a bad idea to wandering through a small forest at just around two in the morning our second night in the mountains, but I didn't say anything to Lex. For the simple fact, that he loved the mountains, loved every part of where we were," she continued. "About fifteen to thirty minutes into our walk, we were ambushed by a group of mortal men. There was no way we could have over powered them because we were caught off guard. I was bound, feet and ankles; he was staked out on the ground after being stripped. They would leave him to roast in the sun, and keep me hidden enough to still get burned, but not to kill me." She stopped again; pain had entered her voice as she spoke this time.

"While I was bound, I was raped and then whipped until scars covered my back from shoulders to waist. I was thankful I had fed a bit before we had met them, or else I doubt I would have survived. Lex was forced to watch everything they did to me, as I was forced to watch them whip him." A single crimson colored tear trailed down her cheek and lost itself in the folds of the dress covering her form. "After that was finished the sun had started to rise, and they let some of the rays sear my back, coloring its already welted, open surface. I heard the cries of agony from Lex as the sun settled on his form. Soon the screams stopped and I knew he was gone. They tossed me aside and I managed with what little strength I had left to crawl away from them and hole up deep in a near by cave."

Silence again, as she looked to Guillaume, wondering what he was thinking. Her body tense as she continued to recall those memories. The feeling of emptiness had again entered her heart, and she pulled her knees closer to her chest, as if curling into a protective ball, wanting to make the feelings go away. Her eyes closed again as she spoke finishing off the tale of that night. There was of course much more to the story, but perhaps tonight was not the time for that.

"I had returned to the spot at sunset the next night, to find that they had made sure that he was truly dead. He had been dismembered, though all the pieces remained keeping him in one 'piece' so to speak. I called for Shadow Wolf, and he helped me dig a grave for him. It was then that I said good bye to my beloved." There was much after that, but she had a feeling that Guillaume only wished to hear the details about Lex's death.

She opened her eyes, and if Guillaume looked closely he would see a deep spiral of pain and loss echoing with in their dark depths. Her body tensed slightly as she fell silent, simply watching him and waiting. Waiting for what? She did not know.

***

Such sweet torture

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-13-03 09:23

She couldn't help but laugh at Laura's response. She knew that would happen. Her laugh was loud and wicked. She let go of her tight embrace, easing her hands from her neck and hair. She took her time slowly getting off the bed and moving around the front of Laura, who was visibly shaking from the newest slashes across her neck. She looked down at her slave and smiled. Her demeanor changed and was now calm, but dark...very dark.

"Well, well, well my dear Laura. I had no idea you were so into torture. I had you pegged as a nice girl."

She laughed and took her by the wrists forcing her to stand. She led her to the end of the bed and grabbed two of the ribbons they had used on Tricia from the night before.

"On your hands and knees Laura. Wrap your hands around the bed post and put your knees and ankles together."

Without hesitation, Laura knelt down on the soft rug doing as she was told. She tied the ribbons around her wrists and ankles, bounding them very tightly. She left Laura's mouth untouched however to hear the poor girls cries.

"Now my sweet. I will teach you how to address your mistresses and master. Even though Guillaume has not enslaved you, he is still your master."

With a loud crack, she brought her palm to Laura's bare ass, smacking as hard as she could. The red stinging handprint laid itself across her fair skin as she raked her nails down hard across it. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to enhance the sting. She decided to do this several times leaving the poor girls skin reddened with painful smacks. She could hear Laura cry out in pain, but resist crying out too loud in defiance.

She knelt down behind Laura, slipping her own boots off. She grinned wickedly as she dug her nails into Laura's back raking down around her spine leaving horrible streaks of red....at the same time, she slipped her free hand between Laura's legs, plunging two fingers deep inside between her wet folds and thrusting in and out several times.

"Laura, if I was a man, I would have raped you by now."

She laughed wickedly thinking this is perhaps another kind of rape...the taking of this poor girls soul, but it was destined to happen anyways, whether she did it now, tomorrow or next week.

"Now, tell me who is your mistress."

She continued to thrust her fingers in and out, but stopping to toy with her most sensitive area, as she gasped loudly from the two sensations mixing together.

***

By a Thread

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 02-13-03 12:42

Laura's entire body buzzes, inside and out. The spankings had stung terribly, but that had simply made the pleasure of having Narcissa's fingers moving inside of her all the more intense. Again, sexual excitement flows from Narcissa's intimate touch to cover every square inch of Laura's skin. Pleasure mixes with pain -- her burning bottom, her scratched back, the jagged wounds on her neck and thigh, the abrasions on her bound ankles and wrists -- to become neither ecstacy nor agony, but a sensation that transcends such definitions, and is so overwhelming that Laura begins to think that only in this way can she feel truly alive.

Of course, Laura is totally unaware of the addiction caused by Narcissa's essence in her bloodstream, and the fact that it is the primary reason she finds such satisfaction in any attention from Narcissa, even abuse. So, Laura instead comes to believe that she had been missing out on something wonderful by her initial rejection, even ridicule, of the libertine lifestyle Lady Narcissa and Sir Guillaume so publicly practice. At least she finally comprehends, or so she thinks, why Tricia had so willingly given herself to them.

"Now," Lady Narcissa sighs heavily, obviously as excited as Laura is. "Tell me who is your mistress!" Narcissa's voice betrays the dire seriousness of that question.

Laura groans, thinking of the disgust she had felt these past few days, watching Tricia falling over herself to serve and please Lady Narcissa and Sir Guillaume, apparently even in bed. But is that what it takes to fully experience this absolute, ultimate, sensual experience? To give not only your body to a lover like Narcissa, but your free will as well? It would be so easy, really, to just surrender herself and do as Narcissa wants. Laura suspects that it would lead to sensual ecstasies she has so far barely tasted.

But... since her years as an orphaned teen, right up to her most recent feminist and green activism on campus, Laura has always prided herself on her independence. Laura has been offended by the way Lady Narcissa and Sir Guillaume have acted so aristocratically toward Tricia and her, presumptuously treating them like servants. She now believes she understands why Tricia had accepted it, but it is anathema to Laura's fundamental character to willingly submit to anyone's orders.

"No.... Please... no," Laura finds the will to gasp from somewhere deep within that tiny remainder of her own personality not yet drowned by Narcissa's essence. She moans forlornly as Narcissa abruptly withdraws her fingers from inside of her. "I couldn't... Please, not like that.... I'm sorry... Can't we just... You see, I'm not... I'm so sorry...."

***

Too late

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-15-03 15:22

She snarls as Laura still does not answer her question. She barely keeps her calm however as Laura continues to deny what she is and continues to hold on to her useless independence. She slips away from Laura's shuddering, whimpering form on the floor and as the greatest urge to sink her fangs into the girls neck and rid her of such a naughty slave. But, she remembers her and Guillaume's pledge to Belladonna. Let her friends live. She sighs audibly and stands up, stepping back away from Laura. She looks over Laura's backside, reddened and near bloody from her handprints and fingernails. She is glad she kept Laura from reaching another pinnacle of ecstacy as she looks down at her.

"You should be more like Tricia. She understands. She knows what she is now."

She turns from Laura, leaving her strapped at the bottom of the bed. She goes to the bathroom and washes her hands thoroughly rinsing the scent of Laura from her skin. She takes a long moment to check her make up and hair before exiting back out to the room.

"I'm going back downstairs now Laura. Stay there and don't try to escape. You will learn your lessons the hard way."

She turns from her heading to the door, but turns slowly with a twisted and wicked grin parting her lips. She looks Laura in the eye with a mezmiric stare.

"You are lucky I am a kind mistress."

She laughs and heads back down to the group gathered still in the library.

***

Dark Deliberations

Author: Sir Guillaume FitzHenry

Date: 02-17-03 05:54

Guillaume allows the dark silence punctuating the end of Violet's tragic story to linger. He understands her pain. No kind words could ameliorate it. Better to allow her a moment with her memories.

When he finally speaks, Guillaume's voice sounds more like a canine growl. "Mankind is such a brutal and destructive species. Their insane violence threatens the whole world. The Kindred should find a way to reign them in, don't you think?"

The blazing fire heating the room reflects in Violet's eyes as she considers Guillaume's words. He wonders if a lust for revenge burns within her. Before she speaks, however, they both turn toward the library door as it opens slowly, haltingly.

A young human woman, the dark haired one named Tricia, peeks in.

"My Lady Narcissa sent me," she explains softly. She sounds apologetic. "She said I should serve you."

"By all means!" Guillaume laughs. "Do come in." He exchanges a glance with Violet, making sure she understands that their conversation will now need to avoid any references that will reveal their true nature.

Guillaume watches Tricia as she crosses the room. As she passes in front of the fireplace, every detail of her figure appears in silhouette through the thin cotton fabric of her tight red dress. With her cherubic face and curvaceous figure, she is all of femininity incarnate.

"Tricia here is the perfect example of the possibilities we were just discussing," Guillaume says to Violet, referring back to the topic of "reigning in" humans. "I get the impression that before she entered my employment, Tricia was quite the free spirited college student. Now she is the perfect servant. It just shows what a proper education can do."

***

Rejoining the group

Author: NarcissaDAvalon

Date: 02-17-03 07:01

It had been a while since Tricia had gone downstairs to serve Guillaume and Violet, and was already in the process of pouring them new drinks as they talked. She stood at the top of the stairs for a moment listening to see if Laura would beg for her to come back or not. She heard a few sounds coming from Laura, but the heavy wood of the door and well insulated room prevented her from hearing anything distinctive. She shrugged and figured a good long time alone would do Laura good to figured out where she went wrong. She skipped down the stairs, two at a time until she appeared again before the trio.

She smiled to Guillaume and Violet, then to Tricia where she cast a cold glance with a twisted smirk. She could see Tricia look at her warily wondering what happened with Laura, having been a witness to her rage.

"I'm glad to see you made it down in a timely manner Tricia, lest I have to train you like I'm training Laura."

She goes back over to Guillaume having caught the last part of their conversation and fully knowing it's intentions. She could care less if Tricia hears what she is about to say, as darling Tricia is so very obedient.

"Laura is impossible...she refuses to give in to what she is now. She stammered and stuttered when I told her to recite who she is and what I am to her now."

Guillaume and Violet look at her with a raised brow curious to know what happened up there. Guillaume then asks.....'Where is Laura now?'

She laughs and goes up behind Tricia who stands frozen by the drink table. She yanks back Tricia's hair and runs a sharp nail across her milky white neck, not breaking the skin, but to prove her dominance over the poor girl.

"I left her tied up to think about what she has done. I left her tied up, naked and quite bloodied, to think about what she is."

She laughs wickedly again and steps away from Tricia back to Guillaume where she stands beside his chair. Tricia nearly drops the glasses she was refilling after she stepped away.

***

Conflicted emotions

Author: Tricia

Date: 02-17-03 08:30

Tricia felt very thankful to be in the presense of Sir Guillame and Lady Violet, happy to be of service, and in being active it takes the edge off her intense horniness. She was pouring drinks for the two of them when Lady Narcissa walked into the room. Tricia looked behind Narcissa to see if Laura was behind her but when the door immediately closed she knew Laura was not with her. Tricia is further surprised when Lady Narcissa states that" Laura is impossible...she refuses to give in to what she is now. She stammered and stuttered when I told her to recite who she is and what I am to her now." and when Sir Guillame asked,'Where is Laura now?'Tricia freezes in place then, as Narcissa stands behind her she yanks back Tricia's hair and runs a sharp nail across her milky white neck, not breaking the skin, but Tricia makes not a sound, knowing her new place. when she hears Narcissa's next statement,"I left her tied up to think about what she has done. I left her tied up, naked and quite bloodied, to think about what she is.", she is conflicted. Part of her is concerned for her friend, but part of her knows that it is the only way that Laura will learn her new place and stay her with her lord and lady. while thinking these thoughts, Narcissa lets her go and walks away, she almost drops the glass she is filling. She quickly calms herself and finishes pouring the drink for Narcissa and walks toward her, head down and holds it out to her awaiting her next command.

***

Unrecognized Surrender

Author: Laura Anne von Hoeffner

Date: 02-17-03 15:03

The despair began the instant Lady Narcissa closed the door.

The images of Lady Narcissa's beautiful face remained etched in Laura's mind. Their eyes had met just as Narcissa was leaving. Laura had known, for that too brief of a moment, that she was the center of Narcissa's full attention.

Staring deeply into Laura's eyes, as if surveying her very soul, Narcissa had told her "You are lucky I am a kind mistress." Laura immediately knew what Narcissa said was unquestionably true. But now Lady Narcissa is gone, obviously disappointed with Laura as both a companion and a lover.

Laura is sure it is all her own fault, of course. For days she has done everything she could -- although with limited success -- to resist her strong desire for Narcissa. How foolish Laura now feels! She had always adopted the proper attitude about gays: that all sexual orientations were equally valid and proper. But then, when confronted with homosexual feelings of her own, she had reflexively rejected them. She feels ashamed that such lingering backward prejudice would cause her to spurn the kind affection Narcissa has shown her these past several days.

Laura's wrists itch where Narcissa tied them to the bedpost. Sharp pains stab at her bound knees and feet from kneeling too long on the oak floor. The wounds Narcissa tore into her thigh and neck still throb dully.

But these pains pale in comparison with the anguish of Laura's soul. Why could she not tell Lady Narcissa how she felt? How she would gladly surrender herself to Narcissa, just for the joy of her company. Narcissa certainly realized this, and had simply wanted Laura to say it. Any lover would want such acknowledgment.

Lady Narcissa had kindly taken care of Laura when she was ill, and had later bandaged Laura's hand when she cut it on a broken glass. Narcissa had made such sweet love to her the other night at the lake house, and had demanded no satisfaction in return. No wonder she had become so angry when Laura refused to put her feelings into words. It must have seemed that Laura had only used her!

Laura closes her eyes against the guilt, remembering how she had repeatedly told herself that she had simply "used" Lady Narcissa for sexual relief. Obviously, Laura was trying to conceal her true feelings, even from herself. But now kneeling here, naked and alone, she can no longer hide. Even cold, battered and bloodied, thoughts of Narcissa fill her with want, with need... with desire.

Laura has had several close boyfriends, but has never felt anything like this before. Unaware that her unnatural lusts are caused by the essence of Narcissa and two other vampiresses infusing her blood, Laura can only think of one explanation for such overwhelming passion...

Is this how love is? Laura wonders. Have I fallen in love with Narcissa? Laura is unsure. How she feels toward Narcissa is much the same as her recent feelings for Belle and Lady Violet, just much more intense. It does not seem possible that she could fall in love with three people -- two whom she barely knows -- almost simultaneously. But be it love, or something close to it, the fact that she only feels this way for women leads Laura to a quite logical, but absolutely incorrect conclusion.

"I guess I really am a lesbian," Laura whispers to herself, still ashamed that she should regret that discovery. Having now come to completely misunderstand something as fundamental as her own core sexuality, Laura's entire sense of self starts to unravel. The same essence that has Laura mistakenly thinking she is homosexual is the cause of her next, honest impulse.

"Oh Narcissa!" Laura sobs to the empty room. "I think... I guess.... I am.... I really am yours."

The vampiric essence saturating her body makes each thought of Narcissa increase her desire. The sting of her wounds and cramping muscles simply intensifies the tingling desire between her thighs. All she can think about is how badly she again needs to feel Narcissa's touch.

"Please, my Lady... Please come back," Narcissa whispers to the closed door across the room. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before... But I know it... I guess I knew it all along... I know you are... really are... my lady... You are... my.... my Mistress."

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