In a small town like Mystic Falls pleasures had to be obtained with somewhat unconventional methods. Compulsion aided in the procurement of female company; they /never/ had anything worth hearing but what they lacked in intellect and cunning, they made up for in splendor.

The naked body of a damsel was utterly stunning and on days that dwindled and nights that stretched into a mist of darkness. Who could fault me if the ends justify the means? The lucky three were strewn and stretched across my bed; intertwined in the sheets in a slumber.

My eyes flicker open to catch sight of a foot just below a pillow with a flurry of disheveled blonde curls rested against it. I grinned and turned on my side to inspect whatever sight I would find and I wasn't displeased. Lithe limbs were catapulted across my awakened form and a cheek was pressed against my bare chest. A count was required; I lifted the covers and totted up the motionless arms and legs that were uncovered. No garments concealed their figures and fresh bloodied bites were visibly as well as naked breasts and taut abdomens marked by slashes and swollen purplish welts.

Bright rays of sunlight poured into the room through the thin breaks of half drawn drapes. The heat was still unbearable; sweltering to a point that incited a frustrated grunt to slip past my lips and provoke a heated exchange of slurs to seek freedom. I flung the covers off in a fit of irritation and the sheets were splattered in blood; mine? The three's? Who could tell?

The few appealing dames who were fortunate to remain in their garments had been relinquished of them during night. It was hardly right to shield their figures in tattered garbs and deprive me of a thrilling image. Once free of the constricting cloth and silken lace that protected their modesty, they were now one with themselves and their bodies, bodies that I had the pleasure of exploring, tasting and roaming with no protestation.

I lurched from the bed in a swift dart, stepping into my pants, bizarrely they had found themselves atop of my Armoire along with a pile shredded garbs and torn brassieres' that were discarded in a hurried fashion. I traipsed downstairs for a glass of water and returned in an instant with a two pitchers and a tray of glassware. The morning wouldn't be wasted and the sight was inspired.

I advanced toward the foot of the bed and stepped up onto an embroidered Vallejo wooden bench, pressing my knees into the upholstery I peered down at a ravishing goddess with full lips and raven-like tresses. Her breathing was shallow just like the others. I shifted an inch and poised the glass above her head at an angle until a stream of water washed over her mouth and nose. The involuntary spasm that occurred resulted in the swallow which followed a sputtering gargle before her spheres shot open in shock and met mine and the demented smirk across my lips.

"Move a muscle and I will drown you. Blink if you understand." Thick lashes fluttered rapidly as I increased the flow of water and the continued gargle sang out; her eyes remained locked on mine and fear swept through them like a rolling cloud. No understanding of what or why this was happening to her. She had just stepped out of her house to enjoy the day with a brisk walk when things went terribly wrong.

"Fortune chooses the brave." I uttered portentously while I reached down to cup her chin to prize her mouth apart; I could sense a closing would be imminent and I couldn't allow that to happen. The shared gaze held and with each purposeful widening the fire behind her eyes dimmed; she was succumbing to a quick death but I had lost one to that and wouldn't make the same mistake again. I jerked my hands back and halted the stream of water and just watched as her throat constricted and her body began to convulse during her attempts to swallow to allow for breathing to resume.

I slid across and shook the leg of a stirring dame; the one with the image of an eagle etched on her shoulder blade. I dragged her with a forcible tug which wrenched her from sleep. Desperate pleading cries broke from the barrier of her throat and her hands collided as she begged the heavens and me.

"You poor wrecked damsel, God has no time for your petty little problems. He has wars and famine to end, diseases to abolish and hurricanes to whip up."

It took no time at all to position her head beside the beauty whose throat was constricted and the reflex to breathe resulted in more water inhaled. I grinned and ran my hands over the soaring seductress' naked form while she struggled and flinched overcome with disgust. I reveled in the fight almost as much as the submission once a captive loses all hope.

I knelt on the bench and unbuttoned my pants to slide them down and my length sprung into action; poised inches from her mouth. I commanded in a deadly tone. "Open wide, darling."

I wasn't obeyed at first and I had to forcibly pry her mouth apart once I had constricted her airway with my hand. Her lips segregated as the instinct to breathe kicked in. Never let it be said that I don't know when to take a win.

My member throbbed against her cheek, longing for the warmth of a succulent mouth to envelope it. I slid my hand along her chin and propelled forward easing myself past segregated brims; the instant her lips slid against my sides I could no longer contain the harsh groan that teetered on the tip of my tongue.

The struggling form of the silenced maiden prompted the third to stir and awaken from her slumber. I had to act quickly to halt an escape attempt and with the crook of my finger, she fixed her eyes on mine and I reignited the compulsion element that afflicted these women upon introductions.

"You there, come forth and join your friends. We're going to play a little game." The familiar sensation swallowed me whole as my pupils dilated and retracted before returning to normal.

The third sluggish seductress slid into position. I reached for the pitcher of water and began to replenish a depleted glass and repeated the drowning action as a wicked smirk took hold of my already malicious countenance. The façade that plagued me not hours previous had turned into a mist and been swept into the air, lost to the world and my claim.

"I want to test your limits, see how long each of you can survive with your airways constricted."

With two slivers of glassware in my clutches, I angled them above the raven-haired temptress and the newly roused fair-haired dame with loose curls and proceeded to wash over their fissures with a continuous stream of water. The only option left to them was to inhale and once they did they were overcome with icy liquid filling their panting mouths. My gaze fell on the silenced splendor that paraded a soaring eagle to the blade of her shoulder; I gave her a vacant, rapacious glance as I rolled my hips in a forward motion and renounced a spellbound groan of delight.

The building need reverberated in my display and advanced into a more vigorous and belligerent motion; the slick edges to her mouth were scorching as her tongue involuntarily lapped against my rigid shaft. I had barely noticed the silence that seeped from the docile doves, light choking gargles were faintly detected and I slowed the stream a tad, my head jerked in result of a spasm.

I released a shuddering groan overcome with a sudden swell of ecstasy. The three remaining sensations were holding up well, all struggling to breath under impossible circumstances but powering through. Pulsating vibrations ricocheted through my form; sparking a spasm to tremble as my teeth bit down in a moment of weakness and resulted in the abandoned control of glass. The contents washed over the raven-haired beauty's mouth and the additional liquid halted her ability to regurgitate.

Yielding to the climax that encroached on the moment, I was subjected to a perishing heat. My brims jolted apart and a barely audible muttering of pleasure broke free; filling the vixens' honeyed trap in my slick creamy molten before I withdrew. I placed the glassware on the tray beside me and bent forth to kiss each of their foreheads affectionately.

"Poor raven, she unfortunately lost. Well if you aren't going to commit, there really is no point in trying." A taunting chuckle bursts forth as I directed an apathetic glaze of eyes to the lifeless bird with the blackest of hair.

My attentions fell to the remaining two, the ones who had lasted and were victorious. The blonde and the inked; nameless of course, they would have been faceless too if only they could survive that process. I rolled back on the heels of my feet and poured myself a glass of water to soothe the ache in my throat and a light hum broke free, bouncing off the rim of the pitcher.

"Three green bottles sitting on the wall, three green bottles sitting on the wall, and if one green bottle should accidentally fall, there'll be two green bottles sitting on the wall."