When one tends to do things for the first time, there is always a hint of apprehension. Even when one is taught the techniques from a classroom setting, it seems quite different when one actually does it. Reading a book about it or being told by another just doesn't feel the same until you were actually living in it. It is the lack of experience and the sense of not knowing that makes someone nervous, especially in the matters of lovemaking. Virgins tend to be either timid or scared when they have their first sexual experience.
Vivian seemed to be a mixture of both.
Despite the explicit instructions of Lady Eva, Vivian was shaking uncontrollably and could not look the man in the eye, as she was instructed to do so. What made it worse was when the man asked her what her name was, she could not say a word, her voice seemed to have left her along with her clothes when they stripped her and bathed her with scented oils before the scheduled appointment just half an hour ago.
She hoped that the man would not punish her for her shyness. Lady Eva's instructions were precise- fulfillment of his every desire.
"Come closer." Said the man.
Vivian inched her way until her bare feet touched the edge of the satin bed. The walls of the room were lined with full sized mirrors on all sides, giving it the effect of an infinitesimal glass labyrinth. Vivian's own reflections gazed back at her from all angles, with countless variations in each looking glass. The man was lying with his back down on the bed facing her, legs spread out as if he was ready to receive her quivering young body, like a Venus flytrap preparing to engulf its latest victim.
"Now tell me, what is your name?" The man said again. He was youngish looking, with short, curly black hair. He looked like a militate from a tri-vid movie on ancient Rome.
"V-vivian" She stammered it out.
"Vivian. What a lovely name. How old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen. Ah, what a lovely age to have your first experience at love." The man said. "This is your first, is it not?"
"Y-yes."
The man laughed. "Good. This will be an experience you will remember."
Vivian didn't answer. She looked down, unable to stare back at the cold, cold eyes.
"Vivian, what were your instructions?" The man said as he began to rub himself.
"To do anything that you desire, sir." She answered meekly.
"Good. Take off your robe." He ordered.
Vivian undid the simple knot from the silken cord on her waist. She could see the man began to play with himself as she loosened her silk robe and let it slide off, revealing the soft contours of her thin form. The robe was now a pile of cloth lying at the base of her ankles.
"Excellent." The man said. "Now you must remain standing and don't move."
Vivian stood as still as a statue. She was beginning to calm down. She thought that the man might grab her as soon as she took her robe off and perhaps savage her so horribly that she would be in pain for days but all he seemed to be doing was to lay on the bed while he aroused himself as he watched her. Was this all there is to it? Vivian fought back the urge to giggle. Her friends at Lady Eva's harem had told her many horror stories as to what they did with virgins but it all seemed like a joke to scare her now.
As she stood there, contemplating if the man would finally have his release or whether if she would fall asleep first, Vivian instantly felt the touch of someone from behind. With a sudden realization that there was someone else in the room, the young concubine gasped.
A soft, feminine voice eased her fears as hands continued to caress her naked, goose-bumped body. "Have no fear. You will enjoy this."
Vivian dared not look behind her. The man's instructions were that she remain explicitly still. Instead, she used the mirrors along the walls to see who it was that was behind her. The young concubine could clearly see that it was another woman, naked like her, tanned, with deep-set oriental eyes. The other woman smiled as she continued to grope and touch her young body. Vivian's glances revealed that the other woman had razor-sharp teeth, artificially sharpened. Her erotic touches, however, smoothed the concubine's nervousness.
"You are so soft and innocent, my young child." The other woman said softly as her sharp tongue slithered along Vivian's ear while her hands caressed all over. "So pure that you are good enough to eat."
The man began to make inaudible sounds as he continued to stare at them. It was clear that he was getting close.
The other woman's touches became more intimate that Vivian began to tremble as her body too, became aroused. She had never felt this way before. The older lady seemed to know exactly where her sweet spots where, each touch was an electrifying sensation that drove her teenage body to new heights of ecstasy. Vivian could not control herself as she gasped again, not in nervousness, but in pleasure.
The touching and groping continued until both Vivian and the man were now past the plateau of arousal and into the realm of climax. As Vivian's moans began to match the man's, she felt something sharp prick her neck, and then something hot and sticky cascade down the front of her body. Within minutes, she felt a numbness all over and then nothing at all.
The man finally climaxed as the crimson spray washed all over him.
When the young girl finally lost consciousness and then slumped down at the foot of the bed, Kali Liao picked up the concubine's silk robe and began to clean her wavy-bladed dagger with it. It was important that she keep her beloved knife clean. After all, if the blade stayed sharp then the cut would be swift and the future victims would never put up a struggle.
Now that he was done, the man got up from the soaked bed and walked over to one of the mirrors. He could see that the girl's blood had dried quickly, encrusting the hairs on his chest. His entire form seemed to have been transformed into a crimson sheen and he looked like he had taken a bath in red dye. As he stood there, admiring himself in the mirror, the other woman came up behind and wrapped her arms around him. The pungent, acidic smell of blood was everywhere.
"Did you enjoy that, my dear Brandon?" Kali said as she wrapped her arms around him and picked at the dried blood on the hairs of his chest.
"Ah, Kali." Brandon smiled as he turned around and hugged her. "You are a master at fulfilling any man's desire."
Kali kissed him. "That's because you are a lot more fun than your brother ever was."
"I hope," Brandon nibbled on her nose as he spoke. "That you will not tell my brother about this little tryst that we have every now and then?"
"Not at all, my dear Brandon, not unless you anger me." Kali giggled like a little schoolgirl.
Brandon swept her up in his arms as she laughed. He then walked back to lay her down at the edge of the bed but he nearly tripped over the concubine's still bleeding corpse. As Kali began to get on top of him, Brandon made a mental note to edit out that part of the video when he took back the camera from behind the mirror.
Kali always preferred to be on top. Always.
