AN: Another long one, lol. Almost 15,000 words. I really, really enjoyed this one, so I hope you guys do too. :)

Chapter 48:

The next night it was time for both Tanya and Bella to feed. Tanya was going out to hunt. Bella was staying in. I would've liked to accompany Tanya on her hunt, just for fun, but my priority of course was Bella. Bella was my mate, my newborn, my precious vampire in training. She was my baby and like a proud mommy I wanted to be present for every feeding, every milestone in her development, and Tanya completely agreed. Our little threeway last night seemed to have raised her spirits and she kissed both Bella and I goodnight and we both wished her luck on her hunt.

Carmen, meanwhile, had been preparing her pixies, making sure they were cleaned and scented and clad in their sexiest slaveware. They made such a perfect pair and we all agreed they ought to die together. It would be a fine reward for Bella's patience as well.

Bella by now had managed to achieve so much control over her thirst that she intended to have a great deal of slow and deliberate fun with them. As such, it was important to prepare her as well. I wouldn't be joining in, just observing, but it was my pleasure to bathe her and groom her and help her with her lingerie.

For tonight she would be in black. Black bra, lace, with partly see-through so that you could see the pale globes of her breasts behind the mesh. Her panties were partly see-through as well, thin lace, black, just a tiny triangle over the pale mound of her vagina and a thin string between her buttocks. She wiggled her hips as she put them on and I smiled at her and watched as she put on her stockings next, threading them on like socks and propping each foot onto the bed and pulling them up to her thighs before stroking them down with her hands. Finally she slipped on some shoes, black spike heels, and added some diamond earrings and a bracelet to go along with the ring she always wore and at last she was ready for dinner.

I, myself, was just naked. All I'd be doing is watching.

Carmen had the girls in her bedroom and there was a fire lit in the fireplace and lots of candles. The room smelled of perfume. Oilpaintings hung on the walls and on a sideboard in the corner there was an antique gramophone.

The two girls were on the bed and Carmen was just finished preparing them. They each wore a collar and the collars were attached to chain leashes that were secured to the two bedposts beside the headboard. The bed was large and ornate, the pillars themselves goldplated, and the girls were kneeling there in sexy little outfits, black panties and black stockings, no bras, similar in height and body type and identical in haircut, two little pixies chained like slaves in the bed of some corrupt baroness. Carmen was in the bed too, adjusting their collars to make sure they were tight enough, and the girls were glancing at Bella and I nervously and back at Carmen. Carmen finished with their collars, completely naked herself, and then she sighed and knelt there and looked at them both.

"Well," she said. "I suppose this is goodbye. I'm going to miss you both very much. Does anyone want to give Aunty Carmen a kiss?"

The girls glanced at each other. Neither seemed in the mood to indulge their Aunty Carmen. They seemed upset that they were going to die tonight. Carmen chuckled at them and pouted a little.

"No? You girls wound me. Please? Just one last kiss to say goodbye. Hm?"

The girl's didn't move but Carmen didn't mind. She took their faces in her hands, one at a time, and placed on each of their mouths a long and loving kiss. Neither girl closed her eyes but neither resisted either.

Carmen sat back and smiled at them, absorbing their cuteness one final time. The blonde pixie, Ashley, looked at the darkhaired one anxiously and the darkhaired pixie, Nikki, just frowned. Carmen heaved another sigh and then she touched their faces affectionately one last time before turning and climbing out of the bed.

The blonde girl panicked.

"Carmen, wait," she said.

Carmen turned back, standing at the foot of the bed. "Yes, dear?"

The two girls were sitting there in the bed, kneeling in their stockings, their breasts small and perky in the orange candlelight, their faces worried, eyebrows puckered. The darkhaired one was frowning at her lighthaired counterpart and the lighthaired one was confused and upset.

"What's going on?" she asked. "You said you were going let us go."

Carmen shook her head softly. "I never said I was going to let you go, sweetie. I said perhaps we wouldn't have to kill you."

"You don't," the girl said quickly. "Please, Carmen. We did everything you said."

Carmen gave her a chiding smile. "Aside from stealing my cellphone, you mean."

"That was Nikki!" the blonde girl suddenly blurted. "I told her not to do it!"

The darkhaired girl heard this and instantly became outraged. "No, you didn't! You told me to take it while you distracted her!"

"Shut up!" the blonde one hissed. "I never told you to get caught!"

"You shut up!" the darkhaired one returned.

Bella and I glanced at each other with a smile. We were leaning back against a desk, waiting for Carmen to say her goodbyes, and now Carmen smiled and lifted her hands for peace.

"Girls, girls, calm down," she said. "Look at me."

The girls, furious and frightened and half-hysterical, turned their eyes to Carmen. Carmen smiled and waited for them to calm and then spoke to them soothingly.

"It's been a real pleasure to know you," she said. "I think you're both beautiful, special, amazing young women. But we need to face facts. You were brought here to be butchered. I would've dearly liked to keep you, but…"

"You can," the blonde one said eagerly or perhaps desperately. "You can keep us, Carmen. Please."

"No," Carmen said, with a wistful shake of her head. "I'm afraid not."

Now the darkhaired one became desperate and quickly began pleading. "Keep me, Carmen. Ashley was the one who told me to take the phone. I didn't want to do it. I don't even want to escape. I like you. I could be a vampire just like you."

The lighthaired one glared at her former girlfriend, angry at being upstaged perhaps, and quickly spun back to Carmen. "Me too. I love you, Carmen. You're amazing. I'm so sorry for trying to escape. We were just scared. Please, Carmen. Don't let us die."

The two girls were kneeling there in their panties and stockings, topless, hands clasped like girls at prayer, desperate in their eyes and desperate-looking in their lingerie. Carmen heaved a heavy sigh at them and turned away sadly.

Bella and I unleaned from the desk. Carmen spared us a smile.

"Those poor things are breaking my heart," she said, not daring to look back.

I glanced at the girls, so sexy and desperate, and I felt a small pang for them as well. "Mine too."

Bella only smirked, staring at them, and her eyes were already pitch black, wet and opaque in her pale face like orbs of obsidian glistening in the candlelight.

"Not mine," she said.

The girls heard all this and frowned at her where she stood there, pale and wanton and indescribably sexy in her black bra and black panties, black stockings, black heels. Black eyes.

Carmen cleared her throat, mildly disapproving of my mate's callous attitude toward her precious girls, and I smiled.

"Would you like to stay and watch, Carmen?" I asked her.

Carmen shook her head quickly. "No, no, I don't think I can bare it. Besides, I wouldn't want to intrude. This is a special moment for Bella."

Bella turned her eyes to Carmen and Carmen gave her a smile.

"Enjoy them, Bella," she said. "And please, make as much mess as you want. I want you to enjoy them as much as possible."

Bella's hunger softened into a smile. "Thanks, Carmen."

Carmen nodded and then gave her a kiss on the cheek and then gave me one as well before turning back to her girls. The girls were still kneeling there, tugging at their collars, the slack chains coiled on the bedcovers. They saw Carmen was preparing to leave, their protector, their caregiver, and began panicking again. Carmen smiled at them one last time.

"Goodbye, girls," she said. "I'll miss you."

Then she turned and hurried to the door.

The blonde girl raised up in the bed and called after her.

"Carmen, wait!" she screamed. "Please! I'll do anything! I'll lick your pussy! Please don't leave us!"

But she was gone.

The blonde girl was shocked. As if she couldn't believe she had really left. She had been kneeling up in the bed and now she slowly lowered again. The darkhaired girl had been watching her former girlfriend and now she scoffed.

"Lick her pussy," she repeated mockingly. "You're so pathetic."

"Fuck you," hissed the blonde.

I smiled and shook my head at their antics. If their behaviour so far was any indication, they were indeed going to be very fun kills.

Bella was watching them, mesmerized by their warm and frail bodies that only need to be broken apart, and I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Well," I said. "Have fun, my love."

Bella looked at me and smirked. Then she cupped my face and pulled me into a sensual kiss before releasing me and smiling in the firelight.

"I will," she said.

The girls had been watching this, quieting down in fear, and now they watched as Bella came over to the bed. They shrank backwards a little, their chains rattling softly. They had been spending some time with Bella over the last few days and they were all at least on a first name basis.

Bella stood at the foot of the bed and looked at them until they squirmed. The darkhaired one was glaring at her and covering her tiny breasts but the blonde one covered nothing, knowing she had better chances with her breasts revealed, and suddenly she began pleading.

"Bella, please," she said. "You don't have to do this. We'll do anything you want."

The darkhaired one, Nikki, flashed her a glare. Ashley, the lighthaired one, ignored it.

Bella smiled at them and then she closed her eyes and lifted her face and inhaled. The room was filled with the smell of perfume and clean bedding and the sweet scent of girls.

"Mmm," she murmured, lowering her face and opening her eyes. "I'm glad I'm in control for this. I've been waiting to do you two for a very long time. From that first moment I saw you at the mall, I knew you would be perfect."

She began climbing into the bed, hands and knees, clad all in black, black bra, black panties, black stockings, advancing upon them like the lusty young vampiress she indeed was.

The girls shrank back again until they were against the headboard but they weren't as panicked as regular victims would be. They had been here a long time and they knew we were vampires and they knew we liked them and most importantly they knew they had a chance to survive if we would let them.

It was Ashely who began begging. She seemed to be the less proud of the pair. Nikki was still glaring and trying to hide her breasts.

"Bella, don't," Ashely was saying. "Listen. We know you're a vampire. And we know you have to feed. But why us? Why not any of the others?"

Bella smiled at them, poised on her hands and knees like a panther. "They're all dead by now. And Irena wants to keep Claire."

Ashely lunged at the idea of being kept. "You can keep us, too," she insisted. "Please. Turn us into vampires. Or just leave us human and locked up in the cellar. We don't care. We just don't want to die. We like being slaves to you guys."

Bella grinned at them and crept forward in the candlelight, on her hands and knees, focusing on the lighthaired one since it was her who had been speaking.

"Sorry, honey," she whispered in a low little purr. "But I really do need to feed."

Bella opened her mouth, leaning toward her neck, and suddenly the girl squealed and pointed at the other girl.

"Then feed from her!" she blurted. "Keep me and kill Nikki!"

Nikki's eyes filled with shock and then a screech rang through the room.

"What?!"

I almost laughed, watching from across the room. That was quite a betrayal. These girls had been such perfect girlfriends when we first acquired them and now the blonde was trying to save her own skin by feeding the darkhaired one to Bella.

The shriek actually caused Bella to recoil a little, smiling. She sat back, chuckling, and Ashely continued pointing wildly at Nikki.

"She's the one who keeps trying to escape," she said. "She's not even as pretty as I am, anyway."

Nikki looked at her furiously. "You fucking little—"

Then she lunged at her.

Bella was now sitting there in the bed, watching as a minor catfight ensued, so flummoxed that it even seemed to overpower her hunger. She glanced at me and I shrugged with a smile. The girls were screaming and grappling, rolling through the bed in stockings and panties, the heels of their stilettoes getting caught in the bedsheet, topless, their little asses coming up in the candlelight and tumbling away again.

"Get off me!" one of them screamed. "Ah!"

They tumbled into Bella and Bella began breaking them up, chuckling, pushing them away from each other.

The girls stumbled back, panting, glaring. They were tangled up in the chains of their leashes and half sobbing from angry emotions as they untangled themselves. Nikki's chain was caught around Ashely's leg and Nikki gave it a violent tug that made Ashely hiss and lash out again.

Bella laughed and separated them.

"Okay, that's enough," she said. "Calm down."

Nikki sniffed and spun to Bella, no longer glaring, her anger instantly swallowed up by desperation. "Bella, don't listen to Ashely. She's just trying to trick you. I'm the one who actually likes it here. My parents never approved of me being gay. I wouldn't want to go back, anyway. Please. I'll fuck you as much as you want. And you can feed from me too. Anytime you want. Just don't kill me."

Bella looked at them. Nikki was clasping her hands, wide eyed, pleading, surprisingly sincere. Ashely was watching them with a pout on her face under the sexy makeup, frowning, adjusting her collar where it had almost choked her during the melee.

Bella knelt there, pale, darkhaired, clad in jewellery and black lingerie like some debauched countess. A smirk lifted the corner of her red lips and she lifted her chin regally.

"You girls truly want to be spared?" she asked.

"Yes," they said instantly, their voices overlapping cutely.

They glared at each other briefly and turned back to Bella. Bella glanced at me with a smile. I had moved around the side of the bed and I was sitting in a chair with my legs folded, candles at my elbow, naked and resplendent. I returned her smile, content to merely watch, and she turned back to the girls.

The girls were staring at her with hope in their big pretty eyes, faces dusted with blush and painted with lipstick, kneeling there in their stockings and panties and high heels with collars around their necks, young bodied and almost supernaturally scandalous, like nymphs who'd been captured from the woods outside.

Bella smiled at them.

"Are you prepared to earn that privilege?" she said.

"Yes," they said again, together.

Ashely glanced at the other girl, glaring, and then added her own standalone voice. "Of course we are," she said. "We'll do anything."

"Anything," Nikki added, nodding, honestly meaning it.

Bella looked at them again, no doubt feeling the power throb through her, the dominance, the sexiness. These girls belonged to her and she knew it. Their lives were in her hands, their sweet, adorable, gorgeous little lives. Bella could either crush them or keep them. The excitement of her decision was even making my own body vibrate.

Bella smiled and looked them over with calculating flickers of her black eyes, evaluating them, taking in their small breasts, their nakedness, their ripe teenage sexiness. They waited, allowing those eyes to rake over their bodies, perhaps even becoming horny from both the idea of survival and slavish sex, and finally Bella spoke.

"Then why don't we all have a little fun together," she said. "And then we'll see if you're worth keeping."

The two girls glanced at each other, worriedly, and back to Bella. Bella smirked, still assessing their bodies.

"Because I have to admit, I am tempted," she said. "You're both very cute. And I do have a soft spot for actual lesbians. Girls like us ought to look out for each other, don't you think?"

Ashley was nodding and Nikki quickly blurted:

"Ashely isn't a lesbian, she's only bi."

Ashely's mouth dropped down, staring at her ex-girlfriend with a sort of blonde shock. Nikki smirked, realizing she now had an advantage, and Ashely spun back to Bella.

"She's lying, I really am gay," she insisted.

Nikki snorted. "Since when?"

"I always was!"

"No you weren't, I was!"

Bella laughed at this, thoroughly enjoying herself. It must've been such a turn on to have these girls turning on each other and whoring themselves out to try and save their lives even though they would likely just end up killed and discarded anyway, no matter how cute or slutty they could be.

The girls looked like they might come to blows again and Bella quickly intervened.

"Okay, calm down," she said. "You guys fight a lot, don't you? It's a shame. You make such a beautiful couple. You even have identical haircuts."

"That was my idea," Ashely claimed.

Nikki glared at her. "I already had the pixie cut before we even met, you just copied me."

"I didn't copy!"

"Then what would you call it?"

"You said it would be cute, so I did it!"

Nikki snorted.

Ashely scoffed.

Then suddenly the two girls folded their arms angrily over their tiny tits and looked away, Ashely lighthaired, Nikki darkhaired, oddly identical like twins and bickersome like siblings too.

Bella watched, smiling, bemused, her eyes filled with darkness and yet still with the clarity to enjoy what was going on. I was watching from my chair, my vagina humming between my folded legs, and I wondered if she was horny as I was. She would have to be. These girls were incredible.

Bella waited to make sure they were finished and then she slithered forward a little in her black lingerie, silently, coming between them and putting her arms around them. The girls loosened a little, although they still wore frowns. Bella drew them closer gently.

"Now," she said. "I think you too have been angry with each other long enough. It's time to make up. After all, tonight might be your last night alive. You don't want to die hating each other, do you?"

Ashely had a flash of fear in her eyes. "You said you wouldn't kill us."

Bella shook her head and placed a kiss on her face gently, her cheek bone, her eyelid. "No," she whispered. "I said I would give you a chance. To earn your survival." She turned to the other girl and kissed her as well, once, twice, feather-gentle kisses on the tip of her nose, her forehead. "So maybe you should do as I say and make up," she went on. "Hm? Because you're both much more desirable as a couple than you are as individuals."

The girls listened to this and then looked at each other. Bella smiled at them, stroking their hair with each hand, her fingers massaging through those short little locks.

"Go on," she said. "Apologize to each other first."

Ashely looked puzzled. "For what?"

"For being a bitch this whole time for starters," Nikki snapped.

Ashely glared at her and Nikki glared back. Bella sighed and spoke quietly to Nikki.

"Nikki, you're the one being a bitch right now," she said. "So why don't you apologize first. Tell Ashley you're sorry for how you've been treating her lately."

Nikki looked at Bella petulantly. Then she looked at Ashely. Her girlfriend. Her blonde other half. Her face softened and some genuine remorse did seem to surface in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said finally. "I never meant for any of this to happen. It was my fault we got taken. I shouldn't have let them march me out into the parking lot like that. But I only did it because I was afraid for you. They said they were going to kill you."

Ashley's face softened as well, her eyes round and wet in the candlelight. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have blamed you. I know you had no choice."

Bella smiled at the budding reconciliation. The girls were still looking at each other. Nikki smiled slightly, a weak little smiled, and spoke in a breaking voice.

"I love you, Ashely," she said. "Even that whole time we were chained up in the cellar. I never stopped loving you. You were everything to me. I was just hurt that you blamed me."

Ashely was wounded and remorseful and she quickly echoed her girlfriend. "I love you too, Nikki."

I raised my brows, watching, the two girls topless and wet-eyed in the candlelight, like a young couple working through their issues and Bella between them in her black lace underwear like a decedent therapist. Such a lovely scene. It's always nice when love conquers all. Although the girls had proven themselves very crafty and one had to wonder if they were as genuine as they appeared to be. I suppose we would find out in just a moment.

Bella smiled at them and continued to pet their short cute hair.

"There," she said. "Isn't that better?"

The two girls nodded with weak smiles. Bella smiled as well.

"Take it from me," she said. "None of this is either of your fault. It's my fault and mine alone. You have no reason to resent each other. You have every reason to resent me, but that wouldn't be very wise either. Because we need to remember that I'm the vampire and you're the humans. The world isn't fair. The world is cruel. And right now, it's being particularly cruel to the two of you. Hating me won't help at all. It'll only make it worse. Hating each other won't help either. Loving each other, on the other hand…"

Bella was gently urging their faces forward. Toward each other. The girls had their eyes connected, lost in the moment, the lust, the helplessness.

"…loving each other will give you a chance to survive," she whispered. "To survive and become vampires like me. And then your love could last forever. If only your love can survive tonight."

The two girls finally connected, lips to lips, their eyes falling closed, a soft moan arising from both of them. Bella smiled and caressed their heads, forcing them to kiss with such sinister gentleness, and watching them with eyes that were black and sharp and flickering with candleflames.

I watched as well. Spellbound. I always knew my mate would be an effective seductress but I never could've predicted she would come this far in so short a time. She seemed to have not only transformed into a vampire but into some other woman entirely. She was truly unearthly.

Bella smiled at the girls as their mouths mingled gently, no tongue, only cuteness, and then she lowered her hands slowly. The girls maintained the kiss for a moment more and then they turned and looked at Bella to see if they were doing the right thing. Bella smiled at them and nodded.

"Have you girls ever had sex together before?" she asked.

The girls went nervous. It was Nikki who answered.

"Not until you guys made us do it," she said. "Before that, we only fooled around."

"We never even saw each other fully naked till we got here," Ashely added.

Nikki shrugged a shoulder. "Well, aside from locker rooms."

"Yeah," Ashely agreed. "Aside from locker rooms."

Bella smiled at them and cupped their faces with each of her hands.

"Then tonight will be your first time," she said. "I want the two of you to make love. I want you to show me how much you love each other. Okay?"

The girls nodded, a bit meekly, a bit excitedly. Bella gave them each a kiss on their foreheads and then she climbed off the bed.

I was still sitting in an upholstered chair by the antique gramophone and now Bella came over and sat on my lap. I uncrossed my legs to give her a level surface and then she crossed her own, folding them elegantly in her black stockings and black high heels. I settled my arms around her and gave the side of her neck a kiss.

The two girls were sitting in the bed, unsure how to proceed, cute and collared and slave-like in the warm orange firelight. Bella smiled at them.

"Go ahead, girls," she said. "Tonight will be either the end of your lives or the very beginning. So make it count."

The girls turned to look at each other. I watched them, my mate in my lap. Were these girls mates as well? Were they destined to the same eternity as Bella and I?

Together they began to move together slowly. Ashely was blinking at her former girlfriend who now perhaps her current girlfriend again and it was Nikki who initiated. She put her hand on Ashely's bare shoulder. You could almost see the electricity crackle between them, the two of them kneeling in this bed in the candlelight wearing nothing but stockings and tight lace panties, bare chested with pink little nipples stiffening in excitement. The chains of their leashes had more than enough slack for them to come together and Nikki was leaning to Ashely's face. Their lips were slightly pursed and finally they touched in a tentative kiss.

Bella grinned and glanced at me, as if proud of her seductive prowess. I kissed her lips and together we turned to watch.

Soft moans were rising between them, delicate little sounds accompanied by the musical tinkle of chains, and soon the two girls were wrapped in each other's arms and kissing passionately. Nikki was the more assertive one. She had her tongue in Ashely's mouth and Ashely's mouth was wide open and moaning with her eyes closed. Bella didn't speak or offer any instructions. The girls didn't seem to need them. They were honestly horny and they had honestly accepted their situation and they would honestly do anything to survive. They had been in captivity for so long that it wasn't all that strange for them. They even seemed to enjoy it.

Their breasts weren't large enough to squash together but their chests did bump and rub as they continued to make out. Nikki had laid Ashely onto the bed, kissing her and rubbing into her, and I was watching with almost the same amount of hunger as my newborn mate, my blackening eyes raking over those pairs of stockinged legs as they entwined and coiled and rubbed against each other sinfully. High heels on their feet and nothing but strings between their buttocks to hold those flimsy scraps of lace to their wettening vaginas. Nikki by now was licking at Ashely's nipples, tiny nubs that tipped her near-flat breasts, and sucking at them and moaning and causing the other girl to whimper and hiss. Ashely had her eyes open and occasionally those eyes would swing toward Bella and I, not in fear but in something else, sneakiness, cunning, quick calculations to try and figure out if she was impressing us.

Nikki was soon between Ashely's slim legs, kissing at her thighs just above the lace tops of her stockings and licking the warm flesh there. Her eyes were closed and she seemed genuinely lost in her feelings for the other girl, moaning and eagerly moving on to the edges of those wet panties, licking at the moisture and making the other girl groan and arch her spine. Nikki eventually pulled the panties away and the reveal of her vagina caused Ashely to open her legs a little more and shift her hips. At first I thought she was trying to give her girlfriend better access but she was looking over at Bella and I and I realized she only wanted us to have a better view of her bald, beautiful, wet teenage vagina. She even gave us a slutty smile, as if we were welcome to join in at any time, naked with her legs open, collared, chained. It made me smirk. Poor Nikki was already licking lovingly at that wet slit and she had no idea that her precious Ashley was basically only using her. Perhaps their entire relationship had been like that, Nikki the self-professed real lesbian and Ashely the bi-chick who only wanted attention.

It didn't take long for the silly blonde to orgasm and she did so with a certain theatricality, clutching handfuls of bedsheet and planting her heels and arching her entire back off the mattress. The moan that came out of her was loud and beautiful and the girl between her legs moaned as well as she lapped up the gushing moisture.

Bella and I watched, my arms around her as she sat on my lap. Nikki raised up from between the other girl's legs and wiped her mouth, not knowing what to do next. Ashely moaned and closed her legs, smiling and squirming with her face glazed over. Nikki smiled at how beautiful she looked, sincerely elated that they were making love as a couple at last, and leaned to kiss Ashely's mouth. Ashely moaned at the kiss, liking it, and then she rolled her newly reconciled girlfriend onto her back.

She pulled off Nikki's panties right away and Nikki giggled as the garment came away sticky and wet. The revealed girlhood was glistening and partly open like a lush red flower. Ashely grinned at her and went down right away, pressing her mouth to that swollen slit and moaning and pushing her tongue inside. Nikki hissed a breath through a beautiful smile and tossed her head, her eyes closed, her chain rattling. She had a hand on her chest, playing with a hard little nipple, and she was biting her bottom lip and heaving and moaning and squirming against the tongue inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Bella and I there, watching her, and she smiled, an oddly innocent smile, nothing but brightness and excitement, as if she already considered herself one of us.

The contrast between the two girls was remarkable. Ashely, the blonde girl with her face buried between those legs, was crafty and calculating, concerned with nothing more than her own survival, while Nikki, the darkhaired girl heaving on her back, was a more honest sort, genuinely in love with the other girl and genuinely interested in becoming a vampire or a slave to a vampire. I was more curious than ever to see what Bella would do with the two of them.

Nikki was beginning to climax by now, her eyes closed and her face filled with joy, her head tossing and her breath gasping, in and out, until finally all her breathing was reduced to a low groan as her naked chest stretched upward in a sweet agony of orgasm. Her spine remained arched a moment, her flushed face scrunched up in pleasure, and then she sagged back onto the bed as her breath rushed out again.

Ashely chuckled proudly and gave Nikki's pussy a few more licks and then she rose up. Both girls were glistening with sweat and wearing nothing but stockings. The reconciliation seemed to have a been successful because Ashley giggled and planted a kiss on Nikki's mouth and Nikki giggled as well until the two of them were rolling about the bed and making out and becoming all tangled up in their leashes like playful puppies in the firelight.

Bella looked at me with a smile, still perched on my lap, seeking guidance perhaps. I smirked and raised my brows, leaving it all up to her. Her smile moved into a smirk and then she kissed me and rose from my lap.

Ashely noticed Bella move and instantly she broke the kiss to sit up on her knees submissively. Nikki was startled at the abruptness but she did the same, untangling the chains and straightening them out. Bella went over to the fireplace and added a couple more logs to it and then she turned and smiled at the two girls.

"Well," she said. "That was beautiful."

Ashely nodded eagerly. "Does this mean you'll let us live?"

I chuckled silently from my chair. The girl was cunning, yes, but she really needed to try not be so obvious.

Bella smiled at her.

"Wrong question," she said. "You're supposed to ask if I'd like to join in."

Ashely was mortified at her mistake and Nikki quickly capitalized.

"Would you like to join in, Bella?" she asked with a sweet note of submissiveness.

Ashely glanced at her, a slight bitterness to her brows. It seemed even their romantic reconciliation hadn't quite erased the subtle spirit of competition between them. Ashely really ought to be smarter about that. Bella had made it quite clear they were most valuable as a couple.

Bella now pointedly ignored Ashely and rewarded Nikki with a warm smile.

"I'd love to, Nikki," she said. "Thanks for offering."

Ashely went even more humiliated. Nikki watched Bella climb into the bed, her eyes raking over Bella's black lingerie with genuine admiration, and Bella took her face in her hands gently and kissed her on the mouth.

Nikki moaned and opened her mouth a little more, eager for it, perfectly willing. Ashely watched in consternation. Bella smiled into the kiss and let their lips part.

"Mmm," she murmured. "I think you might be a very fine coven member, Nikki. Unlike Ashely. All she seems to care about is staying alive. Desperation is so unattractive, isn't it?"

Bella was teasing, almost encouraging dissent. Nikki gave her girlfriend a small smirk of triumph and Ashely looked upset.

"I was just…"

Bella raised her brows. "Just what? You need to understand, Ashley. I have no interest in a snivelling little animal that can do nothing but beg for its life."

"I already said I'll do anything," Ashely said, a small note of panic in her voice. "What do you want me to do?"

Bella looked at her. She was still holding Nikki's face in her hands. Then she let go and crawled toward the pillows and propped some up against the headboard before sitting back against them.

The two girls assembled in front of her, kneeling, the chains of their leashes dangling aside. Naked now of everything aside from a pair of stockings each, eyes round and vulnerable in the candlelight.

Bella smiled at them and opened her long pale legs.

"I want the two of you to work together," she said. "Can you do that?"

They both nodded quickly. Bella smirked, reclining there against the white satin pillows, stockinged legs wide open and nothing but a thin film of transparent black lace covering the pale mound of her vagina. The hills of her white and luscious breasts were swelling from the black lace of her bra and the smirk on her face was red and devilish in the dim orange flicker of the firelight.

"Well?" she questioned. "What are you waiting for?"

The two girls glanced at each other. Then they crawled toward Bella, one either side.

"Yes," Bella whispered as they began kissing her neck, her face. "That's it. Remember, your lives are on the line. Think of it as a competition. Team work is important, but I only have one pussy. I'd prefer to keep both of you, but I might have to settle for just one."

The girls looked up at that, staring at each other, a little bit of fear, a little bit of jealousy. Then they turned back to Bella and resumed kissing her, little kisses on her smile, her cheeks, her jawline.

I had risen from the chair, my vagina almost dripping, and I was moving around the bed for a better view. Bella smiled at me as I did so but she could tell I had no interest in joining in and she didn't spoil the moment by offering. I leaned against one of the bedpillars and gazed at them, at these two girls who were vying for their lives with their mouths, kissing at Bella's face and neck, moaning, squirming with their naked little bodies. Bella was reclining there like some dark queen of lust and my heart was throbbing for her even harder than my vagina. Because I knew what she was doing to these poor girls. She had fixed their relationship and gotten an entertaining show out of it and now she was subtly setting them against each other again by encouraging the notion of competition. Toying with them. Teasing them. She was playing them like violins and even I was in suspense over how the concerto would end.

By now one of the girls had taken possession of Bella's mouth and the other girl had retreated to Bella's chest. It was Ashely with Bella's mouth and the small blonde girl had taken Bella's chin in her hand boldly and she was kissing that mouth with utter slavishness, using her tongue and lots of warm saliva, almost eating out her mouth as if it were a vagina. Nikki meanwhile had removed one of Bella's boobs from her bra. The breast was large, larger than it had been when she was a human, and Nikki licked at the pale pink nipple until it hardened some more and then she wrapped her lips around it and suckled at it.

Bella moaned from the attention to her nipple and eventually became distracted from the kiss. Ashley took the hint and quickly shuffled down to the other breast, pulling it out of its bracup and quickly taking the nipple into her mouth. Such a little whore. Nikki glared at her with a nipple of her own in her mouth and Ashley glared back and together they went back to sucking, moaning loudly, trying to outperform each other.

I smiled at Bella and Bella smiled back, her hands stroking the short hair of these two girls at her chest, one lighthaired, one darkhaired, twin pixies trapped and bewitched by a dark sorceress. My vagina was soaked and I could no longer contain myself. I didn't want to join in but I did let my hand go between my legs and I moaned at the touch of my own fingers and began stroking and rubbing, my face pressed against the bedpillar I was leaning on, staring at Bella as the two girls sucked at her nipples until I orgasmed with a small intake of breath. Bella smiled at me and let her eyes flicker over my body, pale and voluptuous in the candlelight, and promised with those eyes to attend to me later.

Soon the girls were huddled between her legs, on their hands and knees like a pair of kittens, asses in the air, wearing nothing but heels and stockings and collars with chains that trailed through the bed. Bella had been whispering instructions to them and now they were growling at her vagina as they gnawed at her panties with their teeth, pulling at the lace and stretching until it tore. They smiled at Bella with scraps of black lace dangling from their mouths and then they lowered their faces once again to Bella's vagina.

At first they took turns licking, moaning eagerly and lapping up all of Bella's delicious moisture, but as Bella inched closer to orgasm they became greedy. They each wanted to be responsible for that orgasm, to impress Bella, to ingratiate themselves to this young woman who was to decide if they live or die. Their moans became aggressive. Their eyes glared between licks. They pushed at each other with their faces and tried to nuzzle each other aside until finally Ashely just latched her whole mouth onto that wet area and Nikki could do nothing but watch as Bella orgasmed with a sensuous moan.

Ashely smirked afterwards, her mouth covered in glossy arousal, but her victory was short lived. Bella chided her for not sharing and then she rolled onto a hip and presented her pale and incredible buttocks and asked if Nikki would like to tongue her other hole instead. Nikki accepted the offer like a gift and eagerly spread those cheeks and began licking at the pink little ring there. Ashely frowned worriedly, not allowed to join in. Nikki had that hole all to herself and she licked all about it, smirking at her girlfriend as she did so, and then she pushed her tongue inside and tongued Bella to another lovely orgasm. Ashely then asked timidly if she could try too and she leaned without permission and began to lick at that same hole solicitously. Bella allowed it with a smile and soon orgasmed again.

For over an hour Bella continued to toy with them. Offering them suggestions of things to do to her and watching them figure out how to do it in a way that would impress her most, the two girls competing over her erogenous zones, bickering over her breasts, hissing each other away like cats as they contested her vagina. Bella smiled at them and whispered for them to work together, cooperate, be nice to each other, before then contradicting all that by showing favouritism to Nikki and criticizing Ashley's selfishness, creating a bed affection between the two girls in which she planted small seeds of animosity. I watched, fascinated, and wondered what she was trying to do. Was she trying to sabotage their relationship? Or was she simply pushing it to its limits to see how strong that relationship really was?

Bella soon had them making out with each other, the two of them horny all over again, and she went down on them each while they there lay there in the candlelight, moaning in each other's arms and pecking at each other's mouths. Both girls climaxed with little cries and Bella smiled at them and told them how beautiful they looked together before drawing them toward her own mouth. She traded kisses with them, first Ashley, then Nikki, and the girls once again became competitive as they tried to kiss Bella at the same time, cheek to cheek, their tongues battling to get more of Bella's tongue. The reconciliation was being eroded and soon they were outright glaring at each other with restrained violence, wishing they could just throw the other out the way. Perhaps at this point it wasn't even about survival. Perhaps at this point it was simply lust and possessiveness for Bella.

Eventually the two girls wound up between Bella's legs again, laying there on their tummies with their shoes up in the air cutely, like how girls might relax to do homework. They were facefirst into Bella's pussy and they each had a finger inside it while they took turns licking at the stiff little clit. I was watching, still leaning against the bedpillar, and I smiled at how beautiful Bella was. She was still wearing her stockings, her legs wide open, and her bra was pushed down under her breasts, giving those large white globes extra lift. Some of the candles in the room had burnt out by now and the main light was the fireplace that danced in the hearth and casted a fever dream of shadows on the far wall with the heads of the two girls bobbing between Bella's legs.

Bella finally orgasmed, the girls managing to cooperate on that one, and then she smiled down at them. The girls looked up with round eyes, still laying there, offering her little licks of submissiveness. The chains of their leashes were draped over Bella's own legs and Bella petted their short hair, one dark, one light, a perfect pair of pixies.

"Mmm," she said in a low murmur. "You girls really are special."

Ashely smiled at her simperingly, down there at her vagina. "So are you, Bella. You're pussy is delicious. I really hope you keep me and turn me into a vampire so that I can do this forever. Mmm."

She gave that vagina she apparently liked so much another long slavish lick. The other girl looked at her in disgust.

"Shut up, Ashley," she said. "You sound pathetic."

"You shut up," Ashely hissed at her.

"No, you shut up," Nikki hissed back.

Bella laughed and stroked their hair. "Now, now, girls," she said. "Don't start bickering again."

"I'm sorry, Bella," Ashely said, changing her tone instantly. "Nikki started it."

Nikki scoffed but didn't reply, deciding to be the bigger girl perhaps, and rose up to smile at Bella. "Would you like anything else, Bella?"

"Not for the moment."

"Are you sure?" Ashely chimed in, and then she spun around and looked at me. "What about Victoria? Is she going to join in at all?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I'm just observing, my dear."

Ashely pouted at that, as if she had hoped to score a few points from me, and Nikki frowned at her for a moment before forcing the frown away and turning back to Bella.

Nikki seemed to have developed an earnest regard for Bella, a genuine respect for her power and beauty and unearthly grace, and she gave her a smile that was half bashful as she crawled over to her side.

Bella was laying there in the bed, relaxing, and she watched with a smile as Nikki cuddled up to her body. Nikki looked at her in the candlelight, visibly admiring her, and then spoke intimately.

"Thank you so much for giving us this opportunity, Bella," she said. "I know you're a vampire and you could've just killed us ages ago. But you didn't. And I'm grateful for that. Because now—"

"Me too," Ashely cut in, not wanting the other girl to get an upper hand. "I'm grateful too."

Nikki suddenly reared up and glared at her furiously. "Would you shut up and stop interrupting me?!"

The outburst made the other girl jump. It seemed poor Nikki was fed up with Ashley's selfishness. Nikki had been quite serious in what she was saying to Bella. She truly did understand her position, the unfairness of it, the slim hope, and she was honestly willing to earn her survival through slavery. Ashley, on the other hand, cared for nothing but herself.

Ashely took a moment to recover from the surprise and then she glared right back.

"Interrupting you?!" she repeated incredulously. "You're the one who's only talking about herself! We're supposed to be a team!"

Nikki scoffed disgustedly. "Oh, like how you kept trying to hog her pussy while we were doubleteaming her so that she'd like you more?"

"That's not true, you just weren't into her pussy as much as I was."

"Fuck you, you're not even a real lesbian! The only reason you ever hooked up with me in the first place was for the attention!"

Bella sighed and pushed both girls away and climbed out of the bed.

Both girls instantly realized their chances at survival just got slimmer and suddenly they were on their knees in the center of the bed, their eyes round and pleading in the firelight. Ashely was at a loss for words but Nikki knew exactly how she felt.

"Bella, please," she said. "Fuck Ashely. She's a tramp. Keep me instead. I'm the one you want. I'll be the best slave you've ever had. Carmen likes me better as well."

"Bullshit!" Ashely burst out. "I'm the one Carmen likes!"

"Nobody likes you, you dumb bitch!

"Fuck you, dyke!"

Bella sighed again, sparing me a smile. She was reaching behind her back for the bracatch and once she had it unlatched she unthreaded the loops from her arms and tossed the garment of black lace aside. She was now wearing nothing but black stockings and black stilettoes.

The two girls had noticed the sigh and now they refocused on Bella.

"Please, Bella," Nikki said.

Ashely spoke over her. "Bella, please—"

"Shut up," Bella said. "Both of you."

The two girls quieted down and they now both had tears in their eyes. I had unleaned from the bedpost and now I was leaning on the polished oak dresser, watching the scene unfold in the firelight, smiling, my arms folded under my breasts. I had a feeling I knew how all this ended.

Bella had her hands on her hips and she was looking at these two girls like a stern headmistress, disappointed with them and annoyed and contemplating how to punish them. The girls knelt there, nibbling their bottom lips anxiously, naked, wide eyed, the firelight flickering over their frail forms.

Bella looked at one and then the other.

"I'm very disappointed," she said. "As a couple, you were adorable. As individuals, you're just girls. And by now it's pretty clear you're not going to be a couple anymore. So what am I supposed to do here? Hm?"

The girl's didn't answer. They were terrified and they didn't know what to say.

Bella waited a moment, eyebrows raised, and then sighed one more time.

"Well," she said. "Since the two of you obviously can't coexist without bitching and bickering, I might as well at least kill one of you. The question is which."

"Kill Nikki!" Ashely suddenly screamed. "She's a suck up and a liar!"

"Fuck you, Ashely," Nikki retorted. "You know I'm the one she likes."

"Actually," Bella interrupted them with a smile. "I think I'm going to let the two of you decide."

They didn't know what Bella meant. Bella turned away from the two of them and she was coming over to the dresser where I was leaning. She smirked at me and opened the top drawer. I stepped aside for her, curious what she was thinking.

Inside the drawer was Carmen's personal stash of sextoys that she tried to keep secret. Like many mature women, she had a taste for big fat penetration devices, and the drawer was filled with plastic shafts of every description, some stiff, some rubber, some that vibrated and some that were just big huge things to be stuffed into a vagina. Red ones, black ones, purple ones, blue, green, pink, chrome, metallic. Bella browsed the selection a little and then she selected two that would suit whatever purposes she had in mind.

The girls were sitting up in the bed, watching anxiously, and they gasped softly when Bella turned around with two dildos in her hands. They were monstrous. Both of them made from rubber and thick as a wrist and as long as a forearm. One of them red, one of them purple. They looked like huge rubber clubs that police might use to quell riots. The girls looked at them in fear, wondering perhaps if such things would even fit in their tight little teenage vaginas.

Bella strolled back to the bed, smiling, and tossed the two dildos onto the mattress. They bounced and laid there. The girls looked at them and then looked up at Bella.

"What do you want us to do with those?" Ashley asked.

Nikki had already taken one of them in her hands. Her fear had steeled itself into determination and she seemed resolved to insert this thing wherever Bella would require it. Ashely grabbed up the other dildo and Bella smiled at them.

"Those are your weapons," she said. "I want you to fight. The first girl to stick their dildo into the other girl, wins. The loser dies. Simple enough, hm?"

The girls froze, clutching their dildos. Their mouths were open. Finally their fate was revealed. One of them would live, the other would die, and it would be determined by a duel with dildos.

But neither of them were murderers and they had no idea how to proceed. They glanced at each other. Ashely had the purple dildo, Nikki had the red one.

Bella was smiling, standing there in her heels and stockings, and put a hand on her pale hip.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked them. "You both wanna live, right? Go ahead. I'm sorry it's come to this, but we might as well have a little fun with it. You'd better hurry up. If you refuse to fight, I'll just kill both of you."

The two girls were now facing each other, on their knees in their stockings, the dildos in their hands like swords. Ashely was trembling, frightened but ready to pounce any moment. Nikki was frightened as well but she didn't want to fight and she turned slowly to Bella.

"Bella, please," she said. "You don't have to kill any of us. We can stop arguing if you want us too. We'll do anything you want. Ashley and I love each other, we just—"

Ashley clubbed Nikki over the head with her dildo.

Nikki's words were chopped off and she went into the mattress. She shouldn't have been surprised. Ashley had been trying to betray her all night and this was just the latest backstab. Perhaps Nikki did have love for the other girl but Ashley certainly didn't. She had swung the dildo with a vicious velocity and now her face screwed up in rage as she swung again at this girl who used to be her girlfriend.

"Fuck you!" she screamed. "You were the one who got us into this! So you're the one who can die!"

Nikki squealed and cowered away from the flailing dildo. "Nooo! Stop! Ashleeeey!"

Ashley didn't listen, she just snarled and continued to pound the girl who was curled up in the mattress, the dildo thumping off her hip, her arm, her head. Nikki screamed and tried to cover up and Ashley looked half demonic in the firelight.

Bella grinned and stepped back, watching them. I smiled as well and put my arm around Bella's waist.

Nikki eventually rolled onto her back and tried kicking with her legs. This was a mistake because the condition of winning the contest was to shove your dildo into the other girl's vagina. Nikki had forgotten that but Ashley remembered and she quickly grabbed one of the kicking ankles and tried to pry open those legs. The legs did come open and Ashley made a wild thrust of the dildo at Nikki's exposed entrance. But her aim was off and the tip of it only jabbed at her slit and glanced off. Nikki squealed, suddenly remembering the rules, and gave a mighty kick of her stiletto shoes.

Ashely screamed and stumbled back, a gash opened up in her cheek from where the heel had sliced her face. Nikki scrambled back onto her knees, clutching her own dildo.

The gash was shallow but the scent of blood filled the room regardless. I glanced at Bella. Bella's stood at my side, smiling, transfixed, losing herself a little but still completely under control.

Ashley was clutching her face and glaring. "You fucking bitch!"

"Fuck you!" Nikki screamed, and now it was her turn to attack.

Nikki swung her dildo with all her might and Ashley cried out as it caught her in her eye. Her hand came away from her face, blood on her palm, blood on her fingers. Nikki swung again but Ashley bought up an arm the blow fell against her elbow.

Nikki growled, filled with hatred, and used her other hand to grab at Ashley's hair. She managed to get a handful of that ultrashort blonde pixiecut and she forced the head down and began hammering at it with the dildo from a kneeling position like a carpenter on a roof. Ashley kept squealing, the heavy rubber dildo thumping off her skull, but no major damage was being done.

Eventually the blonde girl twisted away, whimpering, and lashed out with her own dildo. The darkhaired girl lashed out at the same time and the two of them collided, stumbling into each other's arms and grappling and tipping over into the bed, the chains of their leashes tangling around them. Ashley had dropped her dildo but she grabbed a leash instead and she managed to loop it around Nikki's neck. Nikki panicked and spun away and tried to get a hand under the chain to keep from choking but she was too late. The chain was tight around her throat. Ashley hauled back on it, snarling, frothing with rage. Nikki gagged and whimpered, her eyes shining in the firelight and filled with tears.

It looked like Ashely was going to kill Nikki, but unfortunately those were not the rules and Bella began frowning. As sexy as it was for these two girls to battle to the death for her amusement in a wild frenzy of tiny tits and small stockinged legs, Bella did not want to be denied the kill itself.

"Any girl who kills the other girl will be disqualified and killed as well," she said loudly.

Ashely's snarl evaporated. The gash in her face had stopped bleeding. Bella looked at her firmly and she stared at Bella for a moment, still choking this girl who used to be her girlfriend, and then suddenly let go.

Nikki lurched forward, onto her hands and knees, coughing and gagging as she sucked air into her burning throat. Her life was saved for the moment but she was dazed and her vagina was rather defenceless with her on all fours like that. Ashley was snatching up her dildo, anxious to take advantage, and then she went behind her former girlfriend and attempted to shove the rubber shaft inside her, jabbing it frantically and growling in frustration as it kept bending and glancing away without penetrating.

Nikki was finally getting her breath back and suddenly she dropped down and rolled onto her back and began kicking with her shoes again. This only infuriated Ashley who swatted aside those deadly shoes and kept attempting to ram the dildo inside her. Nikki screamed helplessly, in tears now, and finally, desperately, she managed to snatch Ashely's head between her legs and lock her thighs around her neck, which at least managed to neutralize her.

Ashely was face to face with Nikki's vagina, snarling at it with those legs locked around her head, and she was beating at her blindly with the dildo. Nikki sobbed, hurt, afraid, betrayed, and she used the dildo in her own hand to club downward at that blonde head between her thighs.

"You fucking cunt," she sobbed. "I hate you. I hate you. I knew you were a whore when I caught you kissing that guy at prom. I should've fucking dumped you then."

Ashley screamed like something possessed and thrashed about between those legs. "I wish you did! Then I wouldn't even be here!"

"See, Bella!" Nikki cried to Bella, suddenly filled with hope. "She doesn't even want to be here! She's a liar! I'm the one you should keep!"

Bella smiled at her. I was holding her arm, the two of us standing by like spectators at an opera, and even though Nikki was certainly nothing but sincere in her intentions toward slavery Bella did nothing more than give her a shrug.

"You know the rules," she said. "Stick your dildo in her and I'll let you live."

Nikki was disappointed. She seemed to know that the other girl had physical advantages of strength and ferocity. Ashely was still thrashing and clubbing at her thighs.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "You fucking bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

Nikki unlocked her legs suddenly and Ashley lurched back in surprise.

With a bit of distance between them the two girls managed to scramble to their knees and faceoff across the bed in the flickering orange firelight. They looked like exactly what they were, two girls fighting for their lives. Pitslaves committed to deathmatch for the amusement of corrupt mistresses. Naked, panting, covered in sweat. Collared and leashed. One side of Ashely's face was covered in blood from the gash in her cheek and Nikki's stockings were torn on her legs to reveal long slashes of white skin.

The faceoff only lasted a few moments and neither of them spoke. They only glared and seethed and clutched their dildos like clubs. There was nothing left to say. They used to be girlfriends and now were nothing more than bitter enemies. Their entire lives and the continuation of those lives had been reduced to nothing more than each girl's ability to shove her dildo into the other girl's vagina, and suddenly they both snarled and lunged for each other.

The dildos came down, thumping off their soft girlish bodies. There were already small blue bruises on their arms. The chains rattled and whipped around. The girls were getting tangled. The naked melee and violent intentions toward each other's pussies had made them horny. I could smell their fresh arousal in the air, their vaginas wettening as if they actually craved their opponent's dildo. The two girls were wrestling in the bed, rolling, struggling, clawing at each other like cats. Ashley was on top but then suddenly Nikki caught the other girl squarely across her chin with the dildo.

Ashely moaned and fell into the bed. Facefirst. Dazed. Nikki sobbed, moving with pain, and managed to straddle the other girl across her back and pin her down, dildo clutched in both hands like a dagger and the other girl's ass ripe for penetration.

I smiled excitedly, knowing the fight was almost over, and glanced at Bella. Bella only smirked and kept her eyes on the girls.

Ashley was beginning to struggle, realizing what was going on, and Nikki stabbed the dildo downwards. All it did was poke her buttocks. Nikki stabbed a few more times, ineffectually, too exhausted to think straight, and finally she sobbed and fumbled and tried to get those taut teenage buttocks spread so that she could angle the dildo properly.

Ashley was beginning to scream.

"No! Stop it! Nooo!"

Nikki finally had that tight little pink butthole revealed and she was trying to push the tip of the monstrous dildo inside. But it was too big and then she quickly lifted the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on the tip to make it wet, before trying again.

"Nikki, don't!" Ashley screamed. "Please! I love you! Don't do this!"

Nikki ignored her, sobbing, and finally managed to squeeze the tip of the dildo into her former girlfriend. Ashley screamed as her asshole was stretched and now she was sobbing too.

"Nooo! You fucking bitch! You fucking—!"

Ashley's cursing dried up in an instant as Nikki gripped the dildo in both hands and shoved down on it with all her weight until the entire shaft was buried between those soft teenage buttocks.

Ashley howled in pain and started crying.

"Noo!" she wailed. "Nooooo!"

Nikki exhaled in triumph and allowed herself to tumble off her former girlfriend. She rolled away, flinging her leash aside, and turned to Bella. She was sitting there with her legs open, exhausted, panting, and she gave Bella a smile filled with slavish pride.

"I did it," she said. "I'm yours now."

I smiled and nodded, pleased with the show and that the best girl won. Bella, however, merely raised an eyebrow.

"I thought I said you have to stick it in her vagina?"

Nikki's face froze. Her smile drained.

Ashley had been sobbing but now she stopped sobbing. Her eyes lit up in the candlelight with cat-like cunning. She still had the dildo inside her but as Bella had pointed out it was indeed the wrong hole. Personally I thought Bella was just being cruel and anal penetration was perhaps even more impressive than vaginal, but I wasn't the one making the rules.

The two girls looked at each other. Ashley was on her side, careful not to sit on the dildo in her ass, and Nikki was sitting as she had fallen, with her legs wide open in exhaustion and her stockings all torn. Perhaps she was too shocked to close them because technically the contest was still in effect. She looked at her former girlfriend for a moment and then she turned her lost and disappointed eyes to Bella.

"But—"

Ashley, as soon as the other girl's eyes were averted, lunged. She still had her own dildo in her hand and with one wild thrust she managed to ram the entire thick rubber shaft into Nikki's wet vagina.

At first her head flew back with an orgasmic hiss as that one thrust almost thrust her to a climax.

Then she realized what just happened.

We all did. A slow smile came over my mouth. Bella's red lips curved upward wickedly. There was no sound in the room but the crackle of the fireplace and the breathing of the girls. Ashley was staring at her former girlfriend, stunned at what she had done. Nikki's head was still flung back and now she slowly looked down at the monstrous dildo poking out of her. Her chest was heaving. Fear and the pleasure of penetration.

"Oh no," she said in a lost little voice.

She glanced at Ashley. Ashley backed away, no remorse, no regret. Nikki's terrified eyes swung to Bella.

"Bella," she said. "Bella, I…"

Bella was still holding my arm and now she let it slip as she smiled at the girl who had been staked in her vagina and came around the side of the bed.

"Sorry, Nikki," she said. "You lost."

Nikki couldn't believe it. After all her begging and all her pleading. After all of Bella's favouritism. She had never actually believed she was going to die tonight. But now it was becoming very clear.

She was still sitting there with her legs wide open, her stocking's torn, the huge purple dildo inserted most of its length inside her with only the end poking out. The candleflames trembling in her tear filled eyes. Bella had come right to her side, there beside the bed, and Nikki looked up at her pleadingly.

"Bella, please," she said. "Don't—"

Bella reached and took hold of the dildo gently and the subtle stirring inside her caused the girl to gasp, almost pushing her to a climax right then. I watched, mesmerized, realizing her tiny tight little hole had probably never been more sensitive and electrified in its existence. It was wet with the foreplay of naked combat and the exhilaration of impending death and now it was filled with the biggest thing that had ever filled it. Her face was sweaty and her features crumpled up as she held back the orgasm with the last shreds of her dignity.

Bella smiled at her and took a better grip on the dildo and pulled it out a little and pushed it back in. Nikki sobbed, unable to block the pleasure. Her legs were wide open and her vagina was wet and vulnerable and she had no control over it. Ashley was watching, over by the corner of the bed, and she seemed to have no concern at all for this girl who used to be her friend and girlfriend. She only seemed to be relieved that she won and weary of any more foulplay. Nikki sobbed again as Bella pushed the dildo into her and Bella smiled at her.

"Shh," she said. "I honestly would've let you live if you won. But you didn't. And maybe it's better this way. Look at you. Look at how beautiful you are."

Bella's voice was soft and mesmerized and her large black eyes held nothing but respect for the incredible desirability of this girl who sat there with her legs open, stockings torn, unable to close them. I had moved around to the other side of the bed for a better view and I was mesmerized as well.

Nikki looked up at Bella, whimpering softly in her naked chest as she continued to be penetrated by that dildo. Tears were welling in the huge pools of her girlish eyes and now they slipped and slid down her cheeks.

"Please, Bella," she said. "I don't want to die."

Bella smiled and continued pumping the dildo slowly. "I know you don't," she whispered. "But I think you understand why you have to. Your death is more precious than your life. How could I possibly let you live and waste this moment right now? You suffered so much to get here. Endured so much humiliation and debasement. How could I let all that go to waste? Hm? How?"

"Please," Nikki sobbed, her eyes squeezed shut from the effort of resisting the orgasm that was slowly overpowering her.

"No," Bella whispered. "Just relax, Nikki. Accept it. Open your legs a little more. Let your vagina loosen. It'll all be over once you orgasm and it'll be the biggest orgasm of your life. Think about it. Don't you want it, Nikki? Don't you want that orgasm?"

Nikki's eyes opened miserably. Her cheeks were stained with runny mascara. "I thought you liked me."

Bella smiled and began pumping harder, firmer. "I do like you, Nikki. That's why I need to do this. Your death is as irresistible to me as the approaching orgasm is to you. We're both powerless here. Only you're the one on her back. With her legs open. Ready to come like a little slut. Do you see, Nikki? Do you understand what you are? Do you understand why this is happening?"

"Yes," Nikki sobbed, nodding her head in anguish. "I understand. I do. I really do."

"Good," Bella said with a smile. "Then let's make you come."

Nikki nodded at that as well, sobbing, and opened her legs a little more and allowed her vagina to enjoy the dildo willingly. You could see the surrender in her sad tear-filled eyes. It was exquisite.

Bella smiled at her and began pumping even harder, rougher. The girl had been on the verge this entire time and by now it truly was inevitable. She took each stroke, each thrust, in steadily accumulating lust. Soon she was even bucking her hips. Ashley had been watching all this time, silent, her own dildo still poking out her ass like a tiny tail. Her eyes were glazed in fascination and she seemed as mesmerized as everyone else by her former girlfriend's systematic and orgasmic destruction.

I was watching as well. Watching the movement of Bella's arm. The sway of her pale breasts. The expression of wonder and discovery and incredible hunger on her face. Her eyes were black like ink in the soft orange candlelight and she was thrusting, harder, harder, making the girl cry out loud. Nikki was staring up at Bella, eyes full of tears and submissiveness. She truly did understand and in her stupor of lust and sorrow she had actually become an accomplice to her own murder. Bucking her tiny hips, squeezing down on the dildo with her vagina as it continued to shove her full of pleasure, more and more, so much of it that perhaps the orgasm itself would kill her.

She was moaning now, low and mindless, and finally she simply sank back onto the bed and did nothing while the dildo continued to ram her, harder and harder, relentless, like the piston of some advanced machinery. She was losing her mind. The orgasm was coming and neither her brain nor body could handle it. Bella smiled at her wickedly and continued to pump her, over and over, until finally the girl began to arch. Like something possessed. She was covered with sweat and the sweat shimmered in the firelight. Her eyes were closed and an incredible expression was engulfing her face. Bliss. Ecstasy. Flushed and open mouthed and a high pitched scream coming out of her as she orgasmed with all her heart, once, twice, a third time, screaming her little lungs out as her impaled vagina squeezed and squeezed and—

Bella gave the dildo one last almighty thrust.

Nikki screamed and grinned and orgasmed once more, her mind snapping and shattering into a thousand pleasured pieces, before sagging down into the bed. Bella smirked at her with devilish red lipstick. She seemed to be proud of herself and proud of the girl as well and more than that she seemed to be hungry.

The girl whimpered as Bella's hand clenched in her short dark pixiehair and hauled her up. Bella was standing outside the bed and the girl was kneeling there. The dildo was still inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and there were no more tears in them. No more fear. Only complete and utter reverence for Bella.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "That was amazing."

She moaned and started kissing Bella. Little kisses on her face and mouth. I was watching and I gave Bella a smile to congratulate her on her conquest. Bella smirked back and then whispered in the girl's ear.

"Are you ready to die now, Nikki?" she asked her softly.

Nikki stopped kissing her at once and gave her a smile of unimaginable satisfaction. "Yes," she said. "Kill me. I don't care. After that, I can die happy. I really can."

Nikki smiled and tilted her head back proudly.

Bella smirked and leaned and bit into her neck.

The splash of blood caused Ashley to jump. She was still crouched in the corner of the bed, chained to the bedpillar with her dildo sticking out of her butt. I smiled at her and turned back to Bella and Nikki. Blood had dripped onto the bed, staining the white satin sheets. Nikki was giggling. Dreamily. Drunkenly. She seemed to feel no pain. She had her arms around Bella and Bella was sucking at the blood that gushed out of her neck. I smiled at them in the firelight, mesmerized, wet between my legs. Bella saw me there, her face half buried in the girl's neck, and her dark eyes smiled at me before closing again.

It didn't take long for Nikki to drain away. Her arms slowly came loose. Eventually they fell away. Her head lolled. Bella clutched her, fingernails dimpling into her buttocks, and climbed into the bed and laid her down and continued feeding. Nikki's eyes rolled to where I was standing beside Ashley. Her lips were pale and she smiled at us with them. Ashley didn't smile back. She seemed to have no feeling for that girl one way or another. Nikki turned away, still smiling, and her eyes slowly fell closed. The dildo was still crammed into her vagina and she died with it buried inside her and a small squirm of her hips as if she wanted to take it to the grave with her.

Bella finally finished feeding and rose up. There was blood all over her mouth and stains of blood on her white breasts. Ashley looked at her in fear, knowing that she won the contest but unsure if that even mattered anymore. Bella licked her lips luxuriously and opened her eyes. They were reddish black, like dried blood, fed but still hungry. She looked at Ashley. Ashley gulped.

"I won," she said. "I beat her."

Bella ignored that sinisterly. I smiled and I had a feeling she was going to kill this blonde girl anyway.

Ashely glanced at me and then glanced at the corpse in the bed and then looked at Bella.

"This means you're going to let me live, right?"

Bella shook her head, crawling over the dead girl and carelessly treading on her face and breasts with her knees. She came face to face with the blonde girl and smiled.

"No," she said. "As a couple, you had a chance. But just by yourself, you're nothing. Too bad you had to be such a bitch, huh? The two of you could've lived forever if only you could've loved each other as well."

Ashley at first was stunned. She knelt there, open mouth in the firelight, staring at Bella. Then suddenly her small face twisted in anger.

"Fine," she hissed. "Kill me then. I don't want to be your slave anyway. You're disgusting. And Nikki was nothing but a pathetic little bitch who—"

Bella reached behind her and grabbed the dildo in her ass.

Ashely squealed and straightened up comically.

"Wait!" she screamed. "Wait, what are you—?!"

Bella didn't answer, she just grabbed the girl and forced her face down into the mattress, side by side with the girl who was already dead, and began to fuck her ass with the dildo.

"Nooo!" Ashley wailed, her ass in the air. "Stop! Stop it, owww!"

Bella grinned and ignored her, shoving that huge rubber shaft all the way into her rump and out again and in again. Ashley howled and waggled her hips, trying to struggle but not really achieving much.

I smiled and moved around to the foot of the bed for a better view. Anal rape was always the best way to teach an uppity girl a lesson. After being such a vile bitch all night the silly girl probably deserved it.

"Stop!" Ashley sobbed, breaking down into tears now. "Stop, please!"

Bella laughed and kept fucking her. "Just shut up and enjoy it."

Ashley sobbed and after a while she actually seemed to heed the advice, gripping down on the bedsheets with little fists and adjusting her ass for the dildo to have better access, probably just to ease the pain but perhaps to enhance the pleasure as well. I leaned against the bedpillar and watched with a smile, studying her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and there was agony in it but a blush as well. Bella continued ramming the dildo into her tight little asshole, harder and harder, and soon she was moaning and responding, shaking her hips, bucking them backwards.

Bella laughed at the submission and smacked a hand across those buttocks.

"You gonna hurry up and come, little bitch?" she asked her mockingly. "Sooner you come, sooner I can kill you."

"Fuck you," Ashley snapped, wriggling her hips.

Bella laughed again and petted her behind and continued to thrust the dildo, harder and harder, thrusting the girl's face into the bedsheets, opening up the gash on her cheek. Ashley had her eyes closed and her face was full of color and she had stopped resisting. She wasn't the most elegant of girls and she probably figured that if she was going to die she might as well get another orgasm out of it.

It didn't take long and soon it was approaching. Ashley didn't fight it. She groaned and allowed it to be rammed into her ass, forced there, and her whole little body shuddered as her asshole clenched and gripped the dildo hungrily.

Bella laughed it and kept thrusting a little more and then she stopped. Ashley flopped over, exhausted, the dildo still inside her. Her body was glistening with sweat in the candlelight. She lay there breathing for a moment and then finally she rolled over. Her face was flushed and panting. A gash in one cheek. A red stain in her short blonde hair. Her eyes were half glazed and petulant and she glared at Bella.

"Well?" she demanded. "What now?"

Bella smirked. Ashley opened her stockinged legs.

"Wanna fuck me here, too?" she offered belligerently, spreading her vagina with her hands. "Huh? Is that what you want, you disgusting bitch?"

Bella smiled and shook her head. "Nah, I'm just gonna kill you."

Ashley said nothing to that and didn't close her legs either.

Bella turned to me where I leaned there against the bedpillar.

"Want to share?" she asked, with a small smirk as if to showcase her restraint.

I smiled at her and shook my head.

"I fed yesterday," I said. "This is all about you."

Ashley was still laying there with her legs open and her vagina spread, glaring at us, somehow still not actually expecting to die. Bella took one of her ankles, the leg still clad in a stocking and a sexy black shoe, and lifted the whole leg.

"Wait," Ashley said. "Wait, I can—"

Bella swooped to the inside of her thigh and bit into the flesh there.

Ashley screamed at the pain as her skin was pierced and started crying. She kicked with her other leg, trying to stab or cut with the heel of her shoe. She panicked. She sobbed. Bella had ripped a chunk out of that soft warm vulnerable thigh and the blood was overflowing from her mouth and spilling into the bed. She growled and gripped the leg and drank it all down.

Ashley eventually settled and finally just lay there crying. Her head rolled to the side and she saw the other dead girl. Nikki. Her old girlfriend. Nikki's face was smiling and flat white in the candlelight. Eyes closed. Like a wax figure who'd been etched to represent perfect satisfaction. Ashley sobbed and watched her, perhaps feeling some regret at last, and finally died with the firelight receding in her eyes as they glazed over.

Bella moaned and dropped the leg. It landed with a little bounce on the mattress. She turned to me with blood all over her mouth and neck and she smiled as she climbed out of the bed.

I returned her smile and took her arm and together we looked at the two girls. Ashely had her eyes open but Nikki's were closed. Both of them naked and so pale even their tiny nipples were white. The bed was covered in blood and even in death the two girls were still such an adorable couple. One lighthaired, one darkhaired, both so young and pretty. They wore nothing but shoes and torn stockings with enormous dildos poking out of their small bodies. One of them impaled through her asshole, the other speared through her vagina. Like slain pixies. Even though their relationship hadn't quite survived the stress of abduction, rape, and murder, we would have to make sure they were buried together.

I smiled at them and then I turned to Bella. Bella smiled up at me and I stroked some of her hair back and gazed at her red eyes, her red lips. Blood all over her face. She had been more than impressive tonight. More than unearthly. Since becoming a vampire she had been improving by leaps and bounds every day and after witnessing what I witnessed tonight I think there could no longer be any question.

She was no longer a newborn.

She was a vampire.

I opened my mouth to tell her this, to praise her, but instead I surged forward with emotion and plastered a kiss over her bloody mouth. She moaned pleasurably, as if she knew what I had been going to say, and wrapped her arms around me.

AN: Whew. I might've been a bit indulgent with this one, because I have to admit; I think this was my most favorite chapter I've ever written. Not just in this story, but ever.

I don't know if I can explain why, though. I mean, really, the chapter was mostly just fluff. Very dark and intense and creative fluff, but fluff nonetheless. There was pretty much no character or relationship development at all, aside from Bella gaining a little more control. But I don't know, there was just something about it that resonated so strongly with me.

I've never mentioned this, but the reason I use the name Nicole a lot is because Nicole is my actual name. Usually it's just for fun, not really a self-insert, but it was different in this chapter. The Nikki in this chapter was basically the avatar of my subconscious. So if you've ever wondered what my deepest darkest fantasies are, look no further than what happened to Nikki. ;)

Anyway, lol. I just hope you guys liked it as much as I did. New chapter soon. :)