Chapter 29: Learning lessons and just desserts

WARNING: There is another non-consensual / rape scene in this chapter, please be aware as it could be a trigger.

[ Dean's POV:]

It had barely been a matter of seconds since Kate had left the room before Viktor rounded on Dean. Despite suffering from blood loss and sporting a few new injuries, the Grand Master spared no thought for Dean's well-being as he grabbed the hunter by what was left of his shirt and pulled him up of the seat and threw him against the wall. Dean heard something crack and felt a sharp pain across his back and shoulders. The glare in Viktor's expression told Dean it was going to be bad this time.

"I can't believe how stupid you are Winchester! Despite previous punishments and being imprisoned in a cell for days and drugged, you do this. Typical! The first chance of some space and a little freedom, you throw it back in my face." Viktor's voice had been steadily rising in volume and Dean struggled to try and get a word of explanation in. "I.. I'm sorr.." The hunter was cut off by the ancient vampire as he once again thrust the hunter harder against the walk. Through gritted teeth, Viktor continued. "Don't you dare try and bullshit your way out of this. We both know what you did. You deliberately knew you couldn't end your own life, so you thought you'd goad the young vampire, Kate, into ending it for you. Didn't you, you little shit?"

Whether Viktor realised he was slowly squeezing Dean's windpipe or not was debateable. Either way, Dean was finding it harder and harder to breath. Gasping out, "Nooo… no Gra.. Grandddd… Mas … Master. I…" It was obvious that Viktor had little to no patience and used his power to silence his slave. "That's better. At least this way, you get some oxygen and I don't have to listen to any more of your lies. And we both know Dean, that you were planning on lying to me so I've saved everyone more heartache by shutting you up. I need silence, while I think of what to do about you."

Viktor backed away from his slave and Dean took the chance to slide down the wall and land in a heap. Blood loss was a bitch and the elder Winchester was still reeling from his experience with Kate. Despite his shocked state, Dean was able to take in a heated discussion between Viktor and a female vampire, he had heard referred to as Bridget.

"Father, I know Kate did wrong by losing it, but the little bastard taunted and teased her. Even with the spell in place, it was going to be difficult to resist that Winchester whore's scent. We both know that she was weak and should never have been put in the position of engaging with 'it'! She has been punished but 'IT' needs to be punished." As Dean's vision began to refocus he could tell that Bridget was very angry and it was mostly directed towards him. It took him a few minutes to realise that the female vampire had stopped her pacing and was within inches of him. Grabbing him by his shirt lapels she hauled the hunter up and began to shake him. "You little bastard. You did this on purpose. You selfish …" The vampire was so angry she could hardly finish her speech. Instead, she took her frustration out physically as she released her hold of him and slapped Dean hard around the cheek. The force was so strong that he fell hard an fast, crumbling into a heap at her feet.

"Enough Bridget! You've made your point and your case, but I cannot allow you to continue with another strike, especially one of that force. Look at the human! He has barely breath in his lungs never name the strength to take a beating from you. Especially when you're blood's up and you're defending your mate." Despite hearing Viktor's reprimand of Bridget, Dean was half expecting a further punch or kick to his body, but the ancient's vampire's warning must have worked as neither came. Instead, he felt a cold hand gently cradle his cheek just before fingers wrapped around his jaw and began to turn his face towards his Master.

As Dean's vision refocused on the image in front of him, Viktor's face came into full view. It was then that the hunter realised how close he was. Within inches of his face, Viktor's eyes shifted right and landed on Bridget and then he calmly spoke. "Bridget, what happened to Kate was as much my fault as it was hers. I should have known that she would not or could not have helped herself when faced with such a tempting prospect. I thought I was being smart. Killing to birds with one stone, so to speak, but I underestimated Winchester's ability to antagonise and I over estimated Kate's ability to not touch what is MINE!"

"That being said, her punishment was the right thing to do. I need to send a strong message out to all vampires that retribution will be swift and it will be bloody if anyone touches my treasure without my permission. In fact, the only reason she's still walking around is because of her connection to you. But…." As Viktor spoke, Dean felt the vampire's gaze zone in on him. He could sense the connection between them come to life even more and the buzzing that was building under his skin flared greater than it had done since the ritual had been performed.

"As for you, Dean, Bridget is correct. We both know what you were attempting to do. You wanted her to kill you. What's it the professionals call it?... Ahh… that's right, suicide by proxy….. But, you forgot the most basic thing my treasure…. You forgot that I am always watching you. I will always know what you are doing. There's not escape Dean. Not for you. Soooooo….. I know that you were deliberately trying to get Kate to kill you because you couldn't do it yourself." Viktor couldn't help but smirk.

The very look sent fury through Dean. "No! That BS." Before he could say anything further, the Grand Master continued. "Still with the bravado and the fight, but we both know that's the BS, isn't it? We both know, because I can see deep within your mind and within your heart and I know that you're breaking and that means you're losing. So, you know it's just a matter of time before you give in but the hunter in you couldn't accept that so when you came across Kate you decided to get

Kate to do your dirty work for you, but that has backfired." Dean could see that Viktor was practically gloating at his statement.

"Though, as much as I'm warmed by what's slowly happening to you, I cannot let this incident go by without punishment. You broke a number of rules before Kate even entered the room, never name how you behaved towards her. Butttttt…. I will have to give your punishment some consideration as I'm tired of sacrificing slaves and I believe you need to be taught a hard lesson." With his words, Viktor had begun to stroke the elder Winchester's face.

A renewed fear spread though Dean. "Oh God no. I'm sorry Grand Master. Whatever rules I've broken, I should be the one punished. Please don't hurt anyone else, because.. em… because I'm too stupid to learn. That's what it is Grand Master. It's the drugs and the blood loss. I was confused and I didn't think. But I'm aware now and I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt anyone else because of me. I'll do anything you want, I learn whatever Trevor wants me to…. I'm…" Internally, Dean was cringing at how pathetic he sounded, as he was practically begging the ancient vampire, but he knew that he couldn't face another innocent person suffering because he was too stubborn and too stupid to know when to stop fighting.

"Ahhh Dean.. It doesn't work like that, but I'm thinking that I stopped the drugs too soon. There's still too much fight in you and given your behaviour and with so many guests floating about the mansion, it's unsafe for everyone that you're walking about in the state that you're in. So, I'm going to do us all a favour and…" Dean's eyes widened as Busbee had somehow entered the room without his knowledge. As the hunter took in the doctor turned vampire's body language, he could tell his quasi friend wasn't comfortable with the current state of play. "…. put you back under the influence for another day or so. It's unfortunate as I would really like you more…. Well aware of what's happening… but I will have to put up with you docile and compliant in my bed for another night. Sadly, due to the rapid blood loss, I'm guessing dining is off the menu for this evening?"

Dean wasn't sure whether Viktor was actually looking for him to answer his question, but Dean didn't currently care, as he took in the all too familiar needle full of drugs. Dean had hated the 'medication' that he had been forced to take. The drugs had left him disorientated and vulnerable and he had been unable to fight Viktor when the vampire decided to get close and personal. In fact, as he tried to remember, there were flashes of scenes where Dean realised that the bond had strengthened further. At that thought, Dean began to renew his struggle, this time kicking and hitting out in an attempt to delay, if not, stop the inevitable.

"Get that away from me. No, I can't defend myself if you do that. Please, I'll be good. Please Vik.. I mean, please Grand Master. I'll do anything. I'll be anything you want me to be, just don't drug me. I'm losing myself slowly with the drugs. Let me keep what's left of my mind, please, I beg of you." Dean hadn't realised that he had reached out and was now grasping both Viktor's hands in his as he begged for the ancient vampire to change his mind. Instead, all Dean's grovelling did was make the vampire happier.

Smiling Viktor, reached out with his power and held Dean in a strong hold. The hunter's eyes widened as he realised he was unable to move. Dean's chest began to move rapidly as his heartrate increased, but before he could say another word he felt the prick of the inject needle as it pierced his skin. The sensation was followed by the cool fluid as it made it's way into his blood stream and towards his heart and inevitably his head. Within minutes he could feel the medication finally kick in as his vision began to blur and as Viktor released him from his hold, Dean couldn't keep upright and began to fall to the side, only to be caught by two sets of strong arms.

"There, there my treasure. It was my mistake to take you off the drugs. I think a day or so back in your cell with another transfusion should be long enough. Though, there's still some strength in you, I'm thinking one little sip won't do too much damage." Before Dean's world went black, he felt cold hands run across his chest and down his side. Fortunately, unconsciousness took Dean before he could find out where those hands were eventually going to.

The all too familiar feeling of waking up from a drugged induced haze met Dean again. Noise was the first sense to start functioning correctly as he kept hearing movement all around him. It was followed by feeling as he took in hands as they moved from one part of his body to the other. At first, he thought 'bad touch' but he soon realised that there was pain attached to the touching which most likely meant that Dr Busbee was the one doing the 'touching'.

Whilst Dean's mind struggled to 'come back online', his ears picked up Busbee and another voice. "He'll live, but everyone's gotta realise that the magic might allow for some things but he's still human and this incessant abuse of his body and in particular, various areas including taking too much blood is going to kill him. I'm only a lowly vampire, but I'm also the only person in this mansion that fully understands how the human body works and how to medically treat it and keep it living. And, I'm begging you, you've got to have some sort of conversation or one day, I'm not gonna be able to save him. And I fear that could happen soon, especially after the wounds I've had to patch up over the past week or so."

Despite a lack of sight, he knew the voice and the comments could only come from Busbee, but as he listened to another voice reply, his mind tried to identify the owner. "I hear you, just as I've heard you the past four times you've had this conversation with me, but you've gotta understand doctor, I have had much sway with the Grand Master, but when it comes to affairs of this slave, I am as powerless to change the Grand Master's mind as you are. Trust me, I've tried to encourage him to drink from other sources as well as take other humans into his bed, but he's having none of it. I can't make him and if you value your head, you'll try and find a way to make this work."

Try as he did, Dean couldn't hear Busbee's reply as they both had moved away from his bedside. Straining his ears as well as his mind, he guessed the other voice must have been Valentin's. It was familiar but it wasn't Viktor's. The energy used from trying to listen wiped Dean's energy and he fell back into a deep sleep.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting at a beautifully laid out table in Viktor's private apartment. Unrestrained and dressed in dark trousers and a black silken shirt, Dean lifted his head and took in the sight of Viktor serving him a steak dinner. Smiling at the vampire, he thanked Viktor and began to tuck in. A few minutes of silence, Dean raised his head and spoke. "Mmmmm…. This is amazing, compliments to the chef. I'm gonna have to get the recipe as I'm gonna want to try this again."

Dean could have sworn that Viktor chuckled and then blushed as he replied. "For you my love, anything. Though, if I told you all the ingredients, I get the feeling you mightn't want to finish eating it. Let's just say, I'm keen that you and I share a similar pallet when it comes to dining going forward." Despite hearing the words, Dean couldn't bring himself to disagree never name respond negatively. Instead he nodded and continued to eat.

Viktor moved closer and poured some lovely rich red wine into a large glass. Normally Dean wouldn't call himself a lover of wine, but he found himself excited to try the latest sample from the ancient vampire's wine cellar. "Now, I want you to sip and savour this time Dean. Don't guzzle it down otherwise you'll not be able to truly appreciate the exquisiteness of the flavour." Viktor practically purred as he reached his hand across the table and began to stroke the Dean's hair at the back of his neck.

The feeling of Viktor's hands on his skin brought Dean a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in his life. Relaxed and filled with a feeling of safety, he closed his eyes and leant into Viktor's touch. Unaware of how closed the vampire had moved, Dean felt a breath at his ear as the ancient vampire whispered, "perfect, you're coming on so well. So attentive and accepting now. I knew it would only be a matter of time. See how happy I can make you Dean and all you had to do was give in and let go. I…."

"NO!" Viktor's words still lingered as Dean flew upright. It took a few minutes until the hunter realised that it had been a dream. Relieved that he was safely back in his cell and still pissed (instead of accepting) at the situation he was in, the hunter fought to get his breathing back under control. So out of it, the elder Winchester didn't see Busbee standing at his bedside, looking shocked by the sudden movement of his patient. The first he knew was when he felt the doctor's cold lifeless hand pat his shoulders. "Eaassssyyyy Dean. You've got to take things slowly as you're still recovering and I don't want you to hurt yourself and undo all my good hard work. …. That's right, lie back down and get your breathing back under control and I'll try and bring you back up to speed."

Dean turned his head from side to side as he tried to take in everything in the room. He wasn't sure whether he was definitely making sure that he was in the cell, or whether there was just Busbee in the room. Either way he wasn't going to take anyone's word for it. He would check it himself.

Satisfied that he was indeed alone and Viktor free, he managed to take Busbee's advice and lie back down. As he did, he found an extra thick pillow which allowed him to sit at an angle and take in more of the room. "Emmmm…. Thanks doc. How long was I out? …. What did h… heeee do this time?" The hunter was a little shocked by how quiet and raspy his voice was. Proof that he hadn't used it in a few days by the sound of it. "In answer to your first question, you've been out at least two days. In answer to the second, that might take a bit of explaining."

Dean decided to move his body in an attempt to identify any injuries. Unfortunately, most of his body ached, from his ribs and back right down to his ass. He winched when he felt a sharp pulling pain rocket up through his body. He knew too well, that the familiar pain could only be due to an unwanted and unprepared violation of his back passage.

The pain seemed to trigger some random unwanted memories as he had flashbacks. His mind saw arms wrapped around him as he felt his back come into contact with a male chest. He couldn't recall who's chest, but he knew deep down that it was Viktor's and that the memory was a recent addition. As he tried to piece together the latest defilement Busbee answered his second question. "The female vampire Kate, managed to crack a rib and Bridget then broke it along with another one. Between Kate, Bridget and Viktor, you got thrown about a lot so there's loads of bruises but thankfully nothing else broken, but you'll be sore all over for another day or so. The blood loss from two feedings was hard to treat and it was touch and go for a few seconds but two transfusions later and you'll live but you'll be weak for a few days."

Dean took in the doctor's body language as he couldn't look him in the eyes. "Doc, what else? I know there's more, I can feel it. I'm not going to break, just tell me so I can confirm what I already know…." Dean was shocked at how weak his voice sounded, but he backed up his words with a hard glare at the vampire.

Gulping, Busbee continued. "As you can gather from the pinching in your ass, Viktor was more than impatient when it came to physically taking what is his. I can only guess he was angry at others touching his property, that's why I believe he was rougher than usual. I've already raised my concerns about both the excessive feeding and ….. well you know what I'm talking about. …. " Dean nodded. He knew too well what Busbee was referring to, the pain coupled with the flashbacks left Dean, in no uncertain terms well aware of what had most likely transpired.

"If it helps ease your mind, Master Valentin agrees with me that we need to not be so rough with you or you won't last." On hearing the doctor's words, Dean wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Unfortunately he wasn't given much more of an explanation as Busbee moved to hook another blood bag onto the IV drip. "Oh… I'm just building your strength back up." On hearing the doctor's explanation, Dean looked confused. "Grand Master's orders. You're to be fighting fit by tomorrow as he insists in you returning to your duties by then."

Dean went to complain but decided that there was little to no point arguing. He was tired and he knew he needed to recuperate and do so as quickly as possible. He could tell already that his next visit with the Grand Master wasn't going to be one he would enjoy. Resigned to his situation, Dean lay back down on his bed and allowed the doctor to treat his wounds and finish setting up the transfusion.

One blood transfusion and two IV bags of nutrients later, Dean had enough strength to get out of bed and attempt a shower. Unaware of how long he had been lying recuperating, never name whether it was night or day, the hunter slowly made his way into the bathroom. The doctor had left him alone a long time ago and in that time, all Dean had was his mind and memories. Neither were positive or stable, but he had to keep going and keep fighting and the first thing he could do was clean some of the filth of the Grand Master off his body.

Unabashed, Dean stripped down in front of the cameras. He didn't care, after all he was sure that every vampire in the place had seen him in various stages of undress, never name completely naked and vulnerable. Besides, he knew that Viktor was constantly watching him and no doubt would punish him for covering himself up. 'Where the hell did that thought come from?' Shaking his head at the thought of displeasing the ancient vampire, Dean turned on the shower and waited until the water was nearly scalding, before he stepped in and allowed the roasting flowing water to slide over his head and shoulders and down his body.

As the hot liquid flowed over his skin, Dean began to scrub. Each harsh motion helped Dean to deal with the latest ordeal. After fifteen minutes of incessant cleaning, he broke down and slowly slid down the wall and bowed his head so that it hung between his two knees. It was then and only then that he felt safe enough to let his tears flow. And flow they did as he cried until long after the water turned cold.

Hours later, Dean found himself pacing the bedroom. Over time, the spacious room had begun to shrink in on itself and now he felt his cell was slowly becoming his tomb. He still ached from the most recent violation, but he fought through the pain barrier as he continued to stride back and forth across the room.

The elder Winchester used the time to think on his predicament as he waited for the inevitable punishment that was going to befall him for goading Kate into trying to kill him. At the time he had known only too well that it was suicidal to push the female vampire, but his mind was in turmoil, between the drugs and the growing feelings that were washing over him.

As he focused his thoughts on the feelings, Dean found he could no longer ignore what was really happening. Over the past few days and ever since he was drugged, Dean knew something was changing within him. In fact, the dream he had earlier seemed to capture and bring to life a visual of such changes.

At first, he hadn't been sure whether the drugs were actually changing his perception of things, never name his thoughts and views of Viktor, but as time went on, he realised once random positive thoughts about Viktor were becoming more regular and were lasting longer and becoming more visual and dare he say…. potent!

Thoughts such as how nice Viktor looked or how good his voice sounded or how soft his hands felt. After a number of such thoughts, Dean had written them off as some type of Munchausen disease. 'Maybe I'm falling in love with my captor. Oh God no!' Unfortunately, it was the dream that finally made Dean recall Viktor's past comments about how over time he would come to accepting his fate and through the connection he would come to enjoying and inevitably embracing his new role.

Thinking back to the dream he couldn't deny how comfortable and happy he felt in the ancient vampire's presence, but what worried him more was his acceptance of embracing his new life. 'What did it mean when Viktor had insinuated about the meat and the wine. Was he becoming more like the vampire and less human?' It was the thought of the connection that turned Dean's stomach so much that he found himself hovering over the toilet basin as he decided to bring up the small part of lunch he had managed to eat.

Further contemplation had Dean undergo a full panic attack. Gasping for breath, he fell to his knees and just as unconsciousness was upon him, he felt the cold strong hands of Dr. Busbee lift him off the floor and place him on the bed. It was followed by an oxygen mask being placed over his mouth and nose and the doctor continuously asking Dean to take slow deep breaths. Exhausted Dean passed out and he awoke some time later to the door opening and some food arriving.

As he nibbled at his food, Busbee arrived and began to check him over. Dean ate in silence, slightly embarrassed by his earlier panic attack. Eventually it was the vampire who spoke first. "Do you want to talk about what happened earlier Dean?"

Dean continued to eat whilst keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact with the vampire. Eventually, he shrugged his shoulders before he answered. "There's not much to talk about. …. It sorta just hit me… you know… everything from being captured to … well getting close and personal with King Vik!" Dean wasn't sure why he wasn't opening completely up with the caring vampire. After all, maybe the medical doctor had some experience of dealing with the emotional and psychological as well as the physical. Who knows, maybe Busbee had specialised in Munchausen's Disorder.

Unfortunately for Dean, his explanation wasn't cutting it for the vampire. "Are you sure that's why you had a panic attack?" As usual, Dean decided to deflect "What do you mean? Do you not think getting kidnapped, imprisoned and … and ra.. raped wasn't a good enough reason to have a panic attack? If not, then I don't know what is a good one then!"

Busbee just stared. After a few minutes, he replied. "Dean. We both know that you've been trying to come to terms with what has been happening to you, but this somehow felt different… I don't know how to refer to it… I know… it felt new as if something new had occurred to you. So, why don't we cut the crap and you and I have a honest conversation. After all, it's the only way I'm going to be able to help you. And, surely you want my help?"

Dean thought on Busbee's suggestion. He wasn't into having caring and sharing 'chick flick' moments, but he really felt he needed to speak loudly and work through some of his concerns. Maybe having a more honest sounding board might help counter some of the thoughts that were currently passing through his head on the matter.

"OK Doc! Maybe you can help me.. emmm.. I got a bit worked up earlier because I was experiencing… emmmmm.. I was experiencing new thoughts about… well about Viktor.. I mean the Grand Master." Dean could feel his cheeks reddened as he realised what he must sound like to the vampire.

Despite his description, Busbee seemed to understand him well enough. "Do you mean that mentally you're thinking more positive thoughts about the Grand Master? Maybe, becoming more … shall we say…. accepting of what's happening?" The doctor left the question hanging there in the hope that Dean would pick it up and expand on it.

"Yeah doc! That's about right. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it feels as if I'm beginning to like him and I know I shouldn't and I know I don't like him, but I can't help the thoughts. And they're not getting any better. In fact, they're getting worse as I'm beginning to dream about him. Please say that is normal doc, and not part of this ritual that they did?" As Dean finished speaking he raised his eyes and with an expression of hope he looked directly at Busbee in search of an answer.

The vampire stood up and began to pace the room, all the time giving Dean's comments some thought. "I'm not an expert on all things ritualistic and neither have I any experience in seeing how a connection never name a soul bond works butttttt… hmmmm… my first thought would be that it's the soul bond at work. You're changing Dean. You're beginning to accept the bond and the connexion is beginning to take hold. That would make sense as the drugs made you more compliant and that has had the effect of speeding the process up."

"Whatta ya saying doc? That because I didn't fight back that the bond has happened quicker?" It hit Dean there and then. The more he breaks and the more he accepts his role, the quicker the connexion will bed in and sooner, rather than later, he'll succumb and cease to fight anymore. That thought alone made him ill and he barely made it to the toilet before he lost whatever food he had just taken.

"I suppose it's easier to think of it like an ever decreasing circle. The quicker you break the quicker the connexion takes hold and the further your break." The vampire seemed saddened as he imparted the information, but Dean already knew that Busbee was correct. "Doctor, don't be sad, you're only telling me what deep down I've already realised. I'm breaking and as a result, Viktor's winning and I'm losing. It's only a matter of time before I lose myself and become whatever he has planned me to become."

Busbee grabbed him by the arm and helped to lift Dean away from the toilet and over towards the basin to freshened up. As Dean stood there in some form of shock, Busbee dampened a face cloth and began to clean and freshen up the hunter's face. "I know you're feeling down about this, but maybe it isn't as bad or as strong as you think it is!"

Deep down, Dean knew differently. "Sadly Busbee, I fear it is only the beginning and by the end of this process I won't be me.. . I mean, the old me, anymore. I'll be whatever Viktor wants me to be." It remained unsaid what Dean thought the 'new Dean' would be, but the words 'mindless, compliant and whore' sprung to mind.

Immediately he buried that thought deep as he couldn't just roll over and accept his fate. No! He needed to fight, he needed to keep going no matter how bad it got. After all, it was a 'marathon and not a sprint.' He had to believe in his brother, mother and best friend. He just had to, no matter how loud the voices of doubt were growing in his head about his family. And those voices were getting louder every day he remained captive.

As his thoughts returned to his brother he tried to rationalise what could be holding his brother up. Of course, the first hurdle was working out that something had happened to Dean. After all, he had taken off and not told anyone where he was going and neither one had arranged to keep in touch. Secondly, it was questionable how long Sam would stay mad at him. He figured that Jack had been really sick, so it could take some time before they would work out that Dean hadn't physically hurt the boy, though his memories of that day still hurt deeply.

Then he rationalised that once the realised he was in some sort of trouble or at least missing or off the grid, it could take some time to locate him. His thoughts moved to Bardstown and to his baby which could still be sitting abandoned in that car park. Shivers ran down his back at the thought of his beloved Impala being abused or cut into spare parts. He immediately closed that line of thinking down as it was too scary to contemplate.

On returning to his brother, Dean reckoned it could take Sam at least a week to locate the car and another few days to work out most of the case he had been working on. Would Sam and Cas find the bar, never name the warehouse? He already knew that the shapeshifter was long gone. Probably sitting sunning himself on a beach somewhere, whilst earning a nice sum on the interest of the money he'd made on selling a Winchester's ass.

That anger fuelled Dean's resolve to keep going. If anything, he was going to find Reinhart and he was going to personally end him in the most creative way imaginable. He had his dreams, but he hung onto the belief that Sam and Cas would find him and save him, but until then, he had to keep fighting in every way he could and protect his inner core. That was his only option, all whilst he worked on a way to escape.

As he worked on strengthening his resolve, Dean failed to hear the door open and he jumped and yelped, though he would deny it was an actual scream, when Trevor entered. Dean knew immediately when he saw the all too familiar box in the slave's hands that his 'school lessons' were about to begin again. 'Ah shit, I thought I had avoided this conversation.'

The slave managed a small smile as he took in Dean's demeanour. "I see you haven't had a chance to wash today! Your first lesson to learn is to be prepared at any time. Go on now, off you go and get cleaned up."

Dean looked slightly confused. He had showered a few hours or so ago, but he knew he hadn't done anything too strenuous to smell rank. Despite this, he lifted his arms above his head and sniffed. "Nope, I'm still fresh!"

Shaking his head, Trevor continued with his instruction. "Dean, I knew you weren't listening at our last lesson. Instead you thought it wise to antagonise one of our masters. A move, I'm sure we both can agree, was a bad idea. But, I shall remind you. One of the most important things you MUST remember, if you are to be an excellent pleasure slave, is to always be prepared. That means, showered, clean, fresh and always ready." With his words, Trevor threw an object towards Dean, who caught it easily in one hand, without too much thinking.

Looking down, he recognised it and dropped it immediately, as if it was poisonous. Stirring down at a large butt plug, he spoke. "There's no way on earth I'm inserting that anywhere near my ass. NO WAY! Hell no!" Stepping back from the offending object, Dean's back managed to hit the wall.

Taking in Dean's horror, Trevor sighed. "Ahhhh Dean. ….. Hmmmmm.. look! I understand that you hate the very idea of being a slave, never name, a sex slave, but you have got to realise that you have no choice in the matter. Grand Master bought you and he is adamant that you will service him as a pleasure slave."

The very reminder of his role made Dean angry. "Look Trevor. I know you have strict orders from Viktor… I mean Grand Master… but I'm not following any such orders and I refuse to just bend over and submit. That may be in written into your DNA from day one, but it's not in me to just give up and do as I'm told. I just can't."

Strong as Dean felt, he couldn't miss the fear and sadness in the other slave's eyes. Trevor lifted his head and looked towards the cameras in the ceiling. He then moved and looked around the room and the hunter could have sworn that he was considering whether or not to say something. After a few moments, Trevor seemed to have made up his mind. "Fuck it! Winchester, you selfish bastard. I know you don't like what's happened to you. I even know, that you hate me, but it's not about me and it's not about you. I'm thinking about all the other slaves in this place and I know that if you rebel or push back, the Grand Master will find a very creative and vindictive way to ensure you learn your lessons. In the end, you will end up doing what he wants anyway. So do us all a favour and just fucking swallow your pride, give in and do as you're told. That way, no one else suffers because of you!"

By the end of Trevor's tirade, the slave was practically shouting at the elder Winchester and Dean heard every word. Deep down, the hunter knew and agreed with his new teacher. He could fight back and he would be forced either way and that would be followed by a pissed off ancient vampire extracting a cruel vengeance on him. He already knew that he was due a punishment for his goading of Kate and deep down he knew that someone else's blood would most likely be spilled because of what he had done.

As if reading his thoughts, Trevor spoke again. "Look, we could go through this old debate, but we both haven't time as you are due to meet with the Grand Master this evening. So let's get on with the lesson." Trevor moved across the room and began to take out various items. With each item, Dean's eyes widened as he realised what the function of each was. "No. Hell no! I'm not using any of them. So you can just put those back in the bag and move on and if that doesn't suit, why don't YOU stick them up your ARSE!."

Dean made a move towards the bathroom when another voice stopped him in his tracks. This time it was Viktor's second in command, Valentin, who spoke. "I would think twice before you decide to ignore the lesson Trevor is trying to teach you." Turning round, Dean was about to speak back but remembered just how deep in the crapper he currently was and thought better to disengage and do what he was told.

Bowing his head, he moved back into the room and stood in front of Trevor.

"Good. Now Winchester, I don't want to see you move from this room for the remainder of the lesson. Failure to follow such a simple instruction will result in an even bigger punishment coming your way. Do you understand me?"

Dean knew he needed every ounce of strength if he was to survive long enough as Dean Winchester, before Sam and Cas found and rescued him. "Apologies Master Valentin. Forgive me, I should have learned my lesson the first few times." Not bothering to provide an excuse or reason, knowing too well that Valentin would see right through it for the lie it truly was.

Over the next hour or so, Dean learned so much about being a pleasure slave. Everything from preparing his body to how to enhance the service during the session with the vampire. Trevor even suggested various drinks to take to enhance the taste of his blood, something the slave had referred to the Elixir. Dean shivered at that suggestion as he recalled just how vampires already reacted when they tasted him. He could only imagine how bad it would end for him if he drank such a substance. During that time, Valentin had remained at the back of the room, quietly watching and making sure that Dean behaved and listened. Neither Valentin or Trevor could ensure that he was truly listening, never name understanding, but the vampire's presence told Dean, that no further refusal would be tolerated.

As the lesson came to an end, Trevor mentioned something that caught the hunter's attention. "Time is growing short and I know that I've only covered the basics but that's going to have to do. Just hope he doesn't want to share you too much with the visiting Clan!" On hearing that there was another Clan, Dean remembered the other vampire that had drank from him a few nights or so ago. The drugs had made him lose track of time and he had no idea of how long ago that had been. Instead, he chose to focus on finding out as much about the other Clan, in the vague hope that maybe he could somehow use the information to his advantage.

"Oh yeah… the other Clan… I've already met one of them, is there anything I should know about the other Clan… you know… just in case they want treated differ..rent…ly." Dean slowed and then stopped speaking as he saw Valentin step forward from his corner. Before Trevor could provide him with any information, never name useful intel, Valentin barked out. "That information is of no concern to you Winchester. All you have to know is about how to keep your Grand Master happy, not anyone else. The other vampire of which you speak of, only gets to taste you when our Grand Master agrees he can. Trevor! If you're finished, please take your stuff and leave."

Despite not learning names or practical information, he did learn something from the very way Valentin responded. It was clear to the hunter that the visiting Clan was not really welcome and the fact that he was able to drink from Dean was not welcome at all. In fact, he could tell that all was not as harmonious as he first thought when it came to the Volkov Clan. In fact, he recalled the look of anger and horror on the other vampire – Bridget's face, when Viktor practically sacked her loved, Kate. Maybe there was hope of using the division within the house to his advantage.

Armed with this thoughts, he knew he had to bury them deep down in his mind, in fear that Viktor would be able to locate and read his mind easily. Thoughts of the Grand Master turned his stomach, but before he could think on Viktor further, Valentin barked another order. "Get in the shower and prepare yourself Winchester. I will return in 30 minutes. There will be new clothes on the bed. I suggest you be quick as I will trail you from here, but rest assured, there will be no drugs this time." With that statement, the vampire smirked and then laughed as he made his way out of Dean's prison cell.

True to his word, not 32 minutes later, Dean found he was making his way up a number of floors and towards Viktor's private chambers. The first thing he noticed was the increase in the guards that took him from his cell. Normally, he would have had one or two guards on him, this time he had four and each were packing at least one visible weapon. Something was definitely different and it was most likely something to do with the visiting Clan. But as he tried to think on this further, he over heard a few of the guards mention how pissed Viktor was and how he should fear the imminent punishment that was coming.

As he entered Viktor's private chambers, Dean couldn't help but shiver as he recalled the last time he had visited the room. He was sure that he had been in the chamber more than once, but he was knew it was when he was heavily drugged. Either way, Dean was not feeling confident, but he tried not to show any fear, never name think anything as he knew Viktor could pick through his mind he is so wished to. Taking a deep breath, Dean readied himself for the next encounter but just as he was about to launch into his usual sarcasm he recalled the rules. Immediately he found himself lowering his head and walking towards his Master. Despite the internal horror, Dean found himself lowering his head as Viktor raised his right hand and Dean kissed the large ring on his fourth finger of his right hand.

Immediately, Dean stepped back and it was then that he realised that he hadn't thought to fight and had simply wished to pay homage to his Master. The thought of him referring internally to Viktor as 'his master' made Dean recoil. 'What the hell is happening? Get it together Winchester. Keep your marbles alone with your balls in a locked box and well away from this bastard.' Then he froze as he realised that there was a high possibility that Viktor had overheard his thoughts, after all, he had made little to no attempt to shield his mind from the ancient vampire. 'Dammit! You idiot!'

On hearing the snigger, this time, it was coming directly from Viktor, made Dean's blood boil. The vampire had read his mind and had also overheard his entire internal monologue and obviously thought it was hilarious. Furious at being laughed at, Dean raised his head and considered his next move. After some thought, he figured snark was the best way forward. With exaggerated gestures he spoke back to the vampire. "No beautifully set table and no delicious dinner? I must complain to the management about the service in this hotel."

Though, he was prepared to continue with a number of insults, he found that there was no words or sound coming from his mouth. Realising that Viktor had used his gifts his head jolted upwards and he give the coldness, rudest glare he could muster. Sadly, it had little to no affect. "Yet again, I find I have to step in and save others from the weapon that is your mouth my little treasure. Let me save you and others from yourself by rendering you silent for a little while. …. Please sit down Dean as I'm keen that we get through with your punishment so we can enjoy more time together." In the absence of a voice, Dean used his body language to try and get across his thoughts and feelings on the last statement.

Viktor laughed. "I admire your strength, but sadly, your actions have consequences and we need to address your behaviours as I cannot allow this to happen again. Just remember Dean, that whatever occurs next, keep in mind, that this was all your fault!" With those words Dean's defiance began to melt away. His confidence dwindled further as Viktor grasped him by his elbow and pulled him towards a new room at the opposite end of the chamber. This room was furtherest away from Viktor's sleeping quarters, but as he entered it, the first thing he noticed was a man sitting on a seat with a dark hood over his head. The second thing he noticed filled him with such horror as he stepped onto a thick sheet of polythene plastic. 'Oh oh! This can't be good.'

The new noise in the room seemed to jolt the human out of whatever daze he had been in. Immediately, he started to cry and beg for his freedom and his life. Despite having a bag over his head, Dean was sure the voice seemed familiar. The dread hit him as he began to take in the clothing of the young man before him. He looked as if he was wearing pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt. Like the voice, the attire seemed familiar but it wasn't until the bag was removed that Dean realised that he had screwed up even more than he thought.

Before him sat the innocent and only survivor of Reinharts's operation. There in front of him was 37 year old, Mark Nellis. The last time Dean had seen him was when he had interviewed him about his ordeal at Waverley Mental Well Being Facility in Hallsville, Kentucky.

"Agentttt Smith? Dean Smith! Is that you?" Dean looked on in shock as the innocent young man who had narrowly escaped a life of slavery, rape and death and all due to a rare blood disorder, found his voice and said hello. At that very thought, he closed his eyes because he realised that Nellis's future was going to be very short lived.

Dean wasn't sure whether Viktor had released his voice or whether the adrenalin had enabled him to speak again, but either way he found his voice. "Oh no, please Grand Master, don't do this. Don't hurt him, he's innocent. I'm the one that fucked up. I'm the one who disobeyed. Punish me physically, not him or anyone else. Please, I'm sorry, I've learned a lesson. I've been learning lesson's all day and I promise you, this one will stick in my mind. I…"

Dean's begging was interrupted by a rather angry ancient vampire. "Oh Dean, don't lie to me. We both know that you're a slow learner. Even as the blood of young Ryan's still lies wet on the whipping post, you still didn't learn. If I recall, you promised to behave and look how long that lasted? You deliberately broke so many rules from being rude to another vampire to goading said vampire into attacking you and all with the aim of harming and killing yourself. Such crimes cannot go without punishment. Now, Kate has taken her punishment and YOU shall take yours. I pray for your sake, as well as the sake of others, that this lesson will stick this time."

With his words, Viktor walked over to the young man. Looking down, Viktor took in the human's features. "Hmmm.. he is so pretty, no wonder they thought it was you, little treasure. But I know from sniffing this one that as beautiful as the packaging is, the contents have as we say it, 'gone off'. It's a pity I know a few vampires who could have really got their enjoyment out of torturing and feeding from someone that looks so like … what did you call him… oh yes, AGENT Dean SMITH."

The young man looked up at Viktor and then over towards Dean. "Please Agent Smith…. Please help me. I don't wanna die." Dean stepped forward but it was too little too late as Viktor slit the human's throat with one rapid and smooth move. The only positive was that death would come quickly for Nellis. His suffering was over.

"You bastard. You didn't need to do that. You had made your point, as you've always done. I'm imprisoned and you beat and raped me. You humiliated me as well. Wasn't that enough punishment? You didn't need to push your point any further." Dean had practically moved into Viktor's personal space. It was only when the vampire grabbed his hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck in one simple move, that Dean realised he was too close and had left himself open to attack.

"You forget little one. I decide when your punishment is complete. In fact, I decide everything about what happens to you. Now to your next punishment."

At that comment, Dean struggled before he had a chance to ask what the ancient vampire meant by 'next punishment'. Laughing, Viktor began to stroke Dean's neck and in a trance like motion, his hands moved from his head and neck southwards, down his sides, past his ribs and towards his hips. Knowing the destination, Dean managed to pull back, creating as much space as he could. Unfortunately the vampire seemed to sense what he was doing and Viktor's body moved closer, this time pushing the hunter towards a table.

Dean stopped retreating when he realised he had run out of space as his back hit the edge of the table. "Ahhh.. little rabbit has nowhere else to run to. Lifting his hand, Viktor began to touch Dean's chest. The right hand was quickly followed by the left hand as both moved over his chest. The thin silken black shirt provided little layer of safety from the vampire's hands. In fact, he could feel their coldness through his shirt. He shivered at both the thought and the physical touching. Then they started to move downwards towards his belt. That's when he started to breathe faster.

Then it happened. In a matter of seconds, Dean had managed to mess up again. Despite knowing what was coming, Dean had lashed out and head butted the vampire when the same cold hands had begun to grope his manhood. No sooner had he felt the intrusion, he had attacked and had taken the vampire completely by surprise.

Grabbing his nose, Viktor stepped back instantly. "You insolent little shit! Even with a number of innocent's blood on your hands, you still continue to defy and fight me. Well, maybe I chose the wrong incentive." Walking over to the side table, Viktor lifted the handle of the phone and dialled a number. With his heart pounding rapidly, Dean couldn't hear what order Viktor issued, but he knew deep down that he wasn't going to like it. His fears were soon made reality when there was a commotion at the door and in entered not one but three humans. One adult and two children.

All three were bound and gagged, but once they were placed right in the centre of the plastic, Dean recognised them, or at least the mother, immediately. As the adult female took in her new surroundings her eyes widened as she identified the only person she could in that room – Dean. The elder Winchester stepped forward and practically shouted, "NO!. Please, Oh God, No. Even you can't be this cruel. OK. I've really got the message, loud and clear. No more disrespectfulness. No more fighting back. I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you every last part of me, just please don't hurt them."

Smiling, Viktor replied. "Ahh Dean, I see you remember her. Just to make sure, we're all on the same page. This is the lovely Ms Ovette Delaney, 40 year old mother of two lovely children. She's also the brave and passionate lady who I must thank for creating the website that brought you to me Dean. Oh! Where are my manners. Ms Delaney, let me introduce you to Dean Winchester or as you may have known him, Dean Smith. He's the reason you and your family are here and are in danger."

Dean took in the confused look on Ovette's face as she tried to understand why the PI had somehow been involved in kidnapping her and her family and placing them in peril. It was at that point that Viktor decided to remove her gag. Immediately she began to plead for her children's lives. "I won't tell anyone that you'd taken my family, you can even keep me, but please let my children go. They're innocent. They haven't done anything wrong and I don't really understand why you took me as I didn't know anything about you. Please, have mercy. Don't hurt my children."

As she finished begging she moved towards Dean. "Please Mr Smith. What's going on? I don't understand. What does he mean that you're the reason we are here and in danger?" As she stepped closer, she was stopped from getting any nearer to the hunter by an invisible barrier. "Forgive me my dear, but I can't allow you to touch him. You see he's so special and if you touch him then I would have to kill you." With his comments, he grinned and then moved to caress her youngest son's face. That had the desired affect of her moving away from Dean and back towards her children.

"Now Dean, because of your actions, you've left me no choice, but to punish others and in particular, the innocent in your place." With his words, Viktor had lifted the same dagger he had used to kill Nellis and was moving slowly towards the poor family. Dean stepped forward and reached out and gingerly touched Viktor on the cheek. Whispering he spoke. "Forgive me Grand Master. I will do. Anything. You wish or desire. A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G. you want. I won't fight or anything. I… emmmm.. … will…. su… submit."

His words and actions stopped Viktor in his tracks. Turning directly to look at Dean, he leant into the hunter's personal space and whispered so only he could hear, "And so you shall, my treasure. Let me explain how this will work. The family will be removed from here and will be placed in a nice room. They will remain intact and to prove that I keep my word, you will be allowed to see them when you wish. BUT! in return, you and I will go to 'our' chamber and we will enjoy each other's company and you will put into practice all the good things you have learned from Trevor today."

Dean wanted to die. He knew exactly what was coming. Part of him kicked himself for his earlier actions, but the fact that the family were already in the mansion, meant that the Grand Master had been planning this type of punishment for some time. That thought was small comfort at this time as Dean realised what was going to happen.

"You will ENJOY it Dean and you will NOT complain or fight back. In fact, you will take the initiative and pleasure me. This is not me raping you Dean. This is you …mmmm.. let's say it's you and I making love." At those words, Dean felt both ill and disgusted at the same time. Sensing his thoughts, Viktor continued. "We will make love and you will relax and open yourself up to feeling the connection that we created. Do you understand me Dean? You will embrace the singular connexion when it flares up. Are. We. Clear?!"

Dean looked from Viktor towards Ovette and her family and he knew that he had little to no choice. "You swear that no harm will come to them and they will remain untouched and I mean untouched?"

"You're really in no position to demand in such a way, my treasure, but I will indulge you on this occasion. You have my word, neither mother or children will be fed upon and each day, if you so wish, you can see for yourself that I have kept my word. But Dean, please note, that as each day they live, I will expect you to repeat and keep our bargain."

On hearing the new addition, Dean's head snapped back round. "What do you mean? I .. I .. ass.. assumed that this was a one time proposal as it was for my punishment." Dean felt his voice had been strong but not too disrespectful.

Viktor's hand had moved and was now gently massaging the back of Dean's neck. Within seconds, the hunter felt pressure as the hand pulled Dean closer to the ancient vampire. "I will repeat, you are not in a position to dictate terms and in this case, we both know that the moment they are released you will return to form and I do NOT like repeating myself. So, I'm pre-empting this and saving everyone time and pain. Now! Are we clear on the conditions Dean?"

Dean took a few minutes to weigh up his options. As limited as those options were, Dean knew he couldn't live with himself if his actions lead to two innocent children, both under the age of 11, dying and all because he wouldn't submit.

Silently he nodded his agreement, but Viktor believed that a simple nod was not enough. "Use your words Dean!" As Viktor barked out his comments, Dean felt tears well up in his eyes and threaten to fall. He prayed to whatever deity would listen to him, that the tears would remain unshed as he was humiliated and powerless enough. Of course, a single tear escaped and began to run down his face. The tear never made it to his chin as the vampire immediately delved in and licked it from his cheek.

Feeling the vampire's tongue on his skin, Dean fought every impulse to recoil and then hurl insults. Instead, he stood still and then whispered, "yes, Grand Master, I understand." The hunter could tell that Viktor was tempted to ask him to repeat what he had said, but this time, louder, but Dean could tell that the ancient vampire was keen to move things along.

"Very well, say goodbye to your friends Dean. If you behave, you'll get to see them again." With his orders, Viktor moved towards the door. The Grand Master made no attempt to usher the hunter out of the room. He didn't need to and Dean knew it. Mouthing 'I'm sorry' towards Ovette, he lowered his head further and slowly moved towards the door.

In no time, Dean found himself back in Viktor's private bedroom. Standing in the middle of the room, the hunter began to wreck his brains as he tried to recall the lessons that Trevor had attempted to teach him earlier. Fortunately, the older Winchester was good at taking in information, but he knew there were possible gaps in his new found knowledge as he remembered zoning out as much as possible when Trevor rambled on about pleasuring and intimacy.

"You should know what to do Dean, so, go ahead and lie down on the bed and present yourself." With that simple order, it became very real for the hunter. His heartrate increased as he realised that in an act of defiance he had failed to properly prepare himself for any intrusion that Viktor most certainly had planned to do on him. 'Ah bollocks!'

Instantly, Dean knew that Viktor had read his mind. "You should have thought things through better Dean. Now we have a dilemma. You disobeyed me and your instruction and didn't prepare yourself. This will lead to me having to either take you as is, which will lead to further damage to my property or I prepare you and that makes me look weaker as I allow this blatant disrespect to continue. I mean, one could almost see this as making the agreement for those children's lives to be null and void."

Dean turned and apologised immediately. "Forgive m.. me. Grand Master. The fault was.. I mean the fault Is still mine. I shall prepare myself. If you would please accept my apologies and grant me a few minutes I swear it will be as you wish it to be." Dean couldn't believe he was apologising for not being prepared for his rape. As quickly as the idea formed in his mind, he shoved it deep into the furtherest reaches of his mind as thinking too deeply would not help him in this situation.

Viktor seemed to contemplate Dean's offer. After a few minutes the vampire smugly replied. "Very well, I accept you apology as I believe you are capable of learning. After all, you've witnessed enough lessons this evening. I will allow this, but I will decide how long you get to prepare yourself. So…. It's in your interest to be quick about it or you will feel the burn and the pain."

Immediately, Dean moved towards the bed and stripped. Faced with no choice, Dean's mind began to close down as he attempted to protect his inner core by zoning out. Feeling as little as possible, Dean adopted the submission position on top of the bed covers and began to open his anal passage, using his fingers and some lubricant.

The situation was as far from erotic or pleasurable as it ever could be as Dean managed to get as far as two fingers deep before Viktor's patience finally ran out. The only warning he had was feeling the bed dip behind him before his hand was pulled away from his ass. It was replaced in no time with the vampire's fully erect cock.

As he felt the burn and subsequent pain, Dean prayed inwardly that he had had the opportunity to at least prepare in some way. After his short prayer, Dean retreated inward into his mind, where he could still be cognisant of what was happening but detached in such a way as to protect some part of himself.

At first, it seemed that this approach had went unnoticed as Viktor pounded into him whilst his hands roamed and greedily caressed every part of his body. But the privacy and protection Dean had managed to erect within his mind, soon was noticed. Slowing his pace, Viktor spoke, "this will not do Dean. Remember our bargain. You MUST participate. If I wanted to make love on my own I would have masterbated. Get with the programme." With his words, the vampire used his gifts to rip through Dean's mental barriers and lay him bare.

Immediately, Dean found himself in a new position. Instead of sitting upright on all fours with his ass in the air getting pounded, the hunter found himself moved like a doll. Viktor now lay on his back and was in the process of manhandling Dean onto his cock again. With no finesse or care, Dean was impaled again and ordered to 'work for it'.

With his orders, Dean knew he had no choice and so began the torturous build up to an orgasm. It was as he was really working it that a breathless ancient vampire stated that he would accept nothing short of Dean joining him in having an orgasm. In fact, the vampire decreed he would hold off, until they came together. At that remark, Dean just wanted to die. Every part of him felt violated and disgusted as it was, but that wasn't good enough. Viktor wanted it all and he would stand for nothing less.

With his new orders Dean began to work for it. At first, he contemplated fantasizing about anyone in order to achieve his goal, but he feared that Viktor would know. Forced with no other options, Dean tried to imagine how he felt in the dream. For a while, it seemed that it was fruitless and then something happened. Whether it was his imagination or whether it was physical stimulation, Dean was unsure, but he was beginning to get aroused. Fuelled by the prospect that the ordeal could be coming to an end, Dean pushed on to achieve his goal, no matter how awful it was.

It was nearing climax for both vampire and human, when something strange happened. On the cusp of coming, Dean felt a force from deep within his chest, dare he say it, deep within his soul, come alive. He felt energy begin to grow and immediately he saw himself and Viktor begin to glow. As if sensing that Dean was about to panic, Viktor grabbed each of Dean's hip bones and pounded up into the hunter and within seconds, both tipped over into what Dean would later describe as the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.

As the scene unfolded further, the glowing intensified until the entire room was engulfed in the brightest light and then both vampire and human felt the bond between them grow even stronger. The bright light was followed by darkness as both Dean and Viktor seemed to pass out.

The next time the hunter woke, he found himself lying snuggling beside the vampire. Horrified that he had somehow ended up as the 'little spoon' Dean attempted to move away. Sadly, his actions only resulted in a tighter grip around him.

As he lay helpless in the arms of the Grand Master, Dean had some time to contemplate what had just happened to him. He felt shame and disgust at what had been inflicted on him, but his mind was in total disarray as he couldn't fully explain to himself that he had been raped. 'It's only rape if you tried to fight someone off' kept running through his mind. The hunter tried so hard to keep seeing what had happened to him as an assault and violation, but the fact that he had fantasised about the vampire and had got off on it, somehow left him more confused. Dean couldn't see that rape was rape, no matter how the orgasm was coerced out of him.

Reading his mind, Viktor grumbled, "you think too loudly, my treasure. In fact, let me simplify it for you Dean. You thought about me. You got excited. You were on top and you got off. The glowing white light says we bonded even more. So stop fighting it and accept that we're getting closer and start to enjoy yourself more."

Horrified by the comments Dean closed his eyes to stop tears from falling. "Oh please cry some more for me Dean. I just love tasting every part of you, including those salty tears." His words had the strangely desired effect as he began to cry. It was whilst he was sobbing that Viktor licked at his face and then got up and wrapped a dressing gown around himself before placing a sheet over Dean. Now that he was covered, Dean realised, to his horror that he was about to be joined by the other vampire, Heinrich or something or other.

The other vampire sniffed the air and quipped about their recent activities. Dean tried to make himself smaller, but neither vampire was having any of it. Fortunately, Viktor seemed unhappy about Heinrich leering at his property and moved to cover more of Dean in a thin silk sheet.

Heinrich was snapped out of his trance, by Viktor barking orders that he could drink from Dean's wrist. Dean thought he heard the other vampire grumble something about his neck, but all thoughts vanished as he felt not one but two sets of fangs break into his skin. One set on his right wrist, the second more familiar set of fangs laid claim to his neck.

Instead of a scream, Dean attempted to regain some sort of dignity by remaining as silent as possible, managing a sudden gasp instead of a huge scream or yell. The pain of the bite was followed by sucking and nuzzling noises as both vampires tucked right into his delicious blood.

In a matter of minutes, he felt his head go light and his vision begin to blur. As if sensing it, Viktor was the first to stop feeding and after one warning to stop, Viktor managed to pull the other vampire off without ripping Dean's wrist wide open.

Immediately Viktor and Heinrich removed themselves from the bed and the Grand Master ordered Dean to take a few minutes and then get dressed and the guard would return him to his room.

Despite the blood loss, Dean managed to dress and quickly leave Viktor's quarters. Though, the walk with the four guards back to his cell was awful. He felt as if he was doing the walk of shame, after a night out. It was made worse as the vampires giggled and sniffed him and made remarks about how he smelt like Viktor. Dean said nothing as he knew two children and their mother's life hung in the balance.

As his cell door closed, Dean contemplated getting into bed, but he couldn't because he could still feel Viktor on his skin and it wasn't helped by the feeling of Viktor's liquid currently running down the inside of his legs. As he climbed into the shower Dean began to scrub the latest violation out of his body as much as he could. Sadly, for Dean, it was easier to remove the physical evidence of what had happened but the emotional and mental would remain and no amount of brain bleach would ever erase what had happened. Or what he had done.

As he collapsed in nothing but a pair of satin boxers and a t-shirt, Dean cried. Emotionally he was all over the place. Gone was the fight to be replaced by the view that he clearly had deserved everything that had happened to him. Everything from failing his family to even letting Viktor down. As he closed his eyes, he really had well and truly learned a lesson.