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messy. I sighed again, pulled on high leather boots, steeled myself
and headed down the hall to the basement stairs.
There were two men guarding the door to his room, and I
nodded at them as I approached. I noted that he’d been put in the soundproofed
cell and inwardly flinched again. Maybe I could convince him to tell me without
having to hurt him too badly. I hoped so.
The guards unlocked the cell for me and I entered. The
vampire was chained in the middle of the room, his wrists bound with silver
chains attached to the ceiling. He was naked and half hanging from his bonds.
His body was lean and well muscled and his penis, even flaccid, was impressive.
His head was bowed and his face was hidden under his shaggy hair. His breathing
was regular and even, but something told me he was awake.
“Hello again, monster,” I said softly, closing the cell door
behind me.
I heard it lock and we were alone. He didn’t answer me, and
I walked over to him and slapped him across the face, hard. He gasped and
jerked up his head to glare at me, and I realized again how hot he was, even
spitting angry and chained in a dungeon. His eyes were gorgeous, a smoky green
with flecks of amber in them. I reminded myself I was there on business and
gave him a sardonic smile.
“Well, it seems you are awake after all. It’s only polite to
speak when spoken to, you know, even if you are a foul beast from hell.”
I moved to stand before him, trying not to look at his
fabulous, naked body. I couldn’t help but notice how the muscles in his abs
rippled as he strained at the chains, and I forced my mind back to the task at
hand with distaste. He watched me, anger in his eyes.
“I need some information from you,” I told him. “And I’m
going to get it. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Your choice.”
To my surprise, he gave a low laugh. “The hard way or the
easy way? How corny can you get?”
I raised an eyebrow at him and then slapped him twice as
hard. He gave a gasp as his head rocked to the side and I saw his cock give a
small jerk as well. Odd, I thought to myself. I didn’t know they did that when
you hit them. I had a sudden vision of all the men I’d hit and their cocks
dancing in their pants as I did so and grimaced before dragging my eyes back up
to his face. He spat to my left contemptuously and turned his gaze on me. I
felt his mind pushing against mine and I widened my eyes and stared back at
him. His gaze intensified as he channeled more and more energy into taking over
my mind. I held firm and blessed the countless hours of practice the Three had
imposed on me. You couldn’t learn mind control; you had to have the talent. But
you could learn to block it, and I was a master of the skill. He gave up after
a hard couple of minutes and sagged back into his chains, glaring at me.
“The hard way it is then,” I told him, a hint of triumph in
my voice. I turned and walked over to a narrow table set up against one wall,
using the time to recover myself. He was very strong and I hadn’t been pressed
that hard in a while. I breathed deeply, slowing my heart rate, and considered a
small table sitting next to the door. My masters had prepared well. A
surprising variety of torture implements were set out on it. I glanced over
them with a shudder and opted to pick up a small whip. It seemed somehow less
extreme than taking knives to him. I took a breath and turned around.
Without giving myself time to think about it, I took two
quick strides to stand behind him and laid the whip across his back as hard as
I could. A bright-red welt sprang up instantly and he jerked forward with a
cry. I took a breath and quickly raised the whip, bringing it down twice more
against his back. His breathing was ragged and the marks of my whip stood out
brightly against his skin. I circled around him to check his reaction and then
came to a sudden halt. I expected to find pain. Instead I found his cock was
fully erect and straining
and headed down the hall to the basement stairs.
There were two men guarding the door to his room, and I
nodded at them as I approached. I noted that he’d been put in the soundproofed
cell and inwardly flinched again. Maybe I could convince him to tell me without
having to hurt him too badly. I hoped so.
The guards unlocked the cell for me and I entered. The
vampire was chained in the middle of the room, his wrists bound with silver
chains attached to the ceiling. He was naked and half hanging from his bonds.
His body was lean and well muscled and his penis, even flaccid, was impressive.
His head was bowed and his face was hidden under his shaggy hair. His breathing
was regular and even, but something told me he was awake.
“Hello again, monster,” I said softly, closing the cell door
behind me.
I heard it lock and we were alone. He didn’t answer me, and
I walked over to him and slapped him across the face, hard. He gasped and
jerked up his head to glare at me, and I realized again how hot he was, even
spitting angry and chained in a dungeon. His eyes were gorgeous, a smoky green
with flecks of amber in them. I reminded myself I was there on business and
gave him a sardonic smile.
“Well, it seems you are awake after all. It’s only polite to
speak when spoken to, you know, even if you are a foul beast from hell.”
I moved to stand before him, trying not to look at his
fabulous, naked body. I couldn’t help but notice how the muscles in his abs
rippled as he strained at the chains, and I forced my mind back to the task at
hand with distaste. He watched me, anger in his eyes.
“I need some information from you,” I told him. “And I’m
going to get it. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Your choice.”
To my surprise, he gave a low laugh. “The hard way or the
easy way? How corny can you get?”
I raised an eyebrow at him and then slapped him twice as
hard. He gave a gasp as his head rocked to the side and I saw his cock give a
small jerk as well. Odd, I thought to myself. I didn’t know they did that when
you hit them. I had a sudden vision of all the men I’d hit and their cocks
dancing in their pants as I did so and grimaced before dragging my eyes back up
to his face. He spat to my left contemptuously and turned his gaze on me. I
felt his mind pushing against mine and I widened my eyes and stared back at
him. His gaze intensified as he channeled more and more energy into taking over
my mind. I held firm and blessed the countless hours of practice the Three had
imposed on me. You couldn’t learn mind control; you had to have the talent. But
you could learn to block it, and I was a master of the skill. He gave up after
a hard couple of minutes and sagged back into his chains, glaring at me.
“The hard way it is then,” I told him, a hint of triumph in
my voice. I turned and walked over to a narrow table set up against one wall,
using the time to recover myself. He was very strong and I hadn’t been pressed
that hard in a while. I breathed deeply, slowing my heart rate, and considered a
small table sitting next to the door. My masters had prepared well. A
surprising variety of torture implements were set out on it. I glanced over
them with a shudder and opted to pick up a small whip. It seemed somehow less
extreme than taking knives to him. I took a breath and turned around.
Without giving myself time to think about it, I took two
quick strides to stand behind him and laid the whip across his back as hard as
I could. A bright-red welt sprang up instantly and he jerked forward with a
cry. I took a breath and quickly raised the whip, bringing it down twice more
against his back. His breathing was ragged and the marks of my whip stood out
brightly against his skin. I circled around him to check his reaction and then
came to a sudden halt. I expected to find pain. Instead I found his cock was
fully erect and straining
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