WARNING: James is going to be even more horrible in this chapter than the last one, and so the scenes with him in them are very unsettling. Also, I've given more flashbacks of Maria as deplorable, and more unpleasantness on that front also. Thus, the chapter from beginning to end is difficult to stomach.
Please forgive my inaccurate Spanish, and PM me with an improvement. My Spanish is very elementary.
Chapter 16: Checkmate
"We shall start at the beginning," James informed Alice. "Same rules. Pick a finger and hand it to me."
Alice obeyed immediately. James returned it to her with the same statements of praise that he had used before, and also allowed Charlotte to rejoin one of Esme's parts. He was conditioning Alice in a comparable way that I had newborns. Our similarities kept mounting.
Thus far his punishments and training techniques were unpleasant, but fairly easy to recover from. Likely his requests of Alice would become more gruesome and shameful. My plan thus far had been to go along with him in order to study him, thus learning the best approach in which to end him without risk to any of us. Without doubt Alice had been searching the future for an opportunity. All of our years together meant that we functioned as an unit. Alice's earlier warning of dynamite stayed my hand. If there had been a moment to end him, Alice would have let me know. Additionally, from our first meeting, as James had stood over Esme with a lighter, his actions indicated that he placed himself at risk as a part of his games. Likely, being in danger added to his thrills, and he had picked companions, like Victoria and José, who allowed him that thrill, while also nearly guaranteeing that he would survive. Certainly this trait was his greatest weakness. The question was how to exploit it.
These past hours, while he had been training Alice, I had been examining the room. If he was anything like me, he would have fuses at strategic points, along with a trigger in his pocket.
By the time Alice had removed her finger for the fifth time, she didn't even flinch, and I had found thirteen fuse strings just barely visible. Then a terrifying thought came to me. What if the kerosene lamp was to hide the scent that he had coated the room in an accelerant? My few options narrowed to one: try to end him when he was in the throws of passion or high on his thrills, and thus distracted. Nevertheless, I hoped Alice and I could find another way.
Once I was no longer in a bloodlust fog most of the time, Maria had begun to use my body to experiment with different ways to inflict pain, and rewarding me with sexual release when I performed to her standards. Her instructions were for me to stand statuesque, as she ran her experiments. Often Lucy and Nettie watched. Maria found different objects, mostly from humans she had killed, and then tested them on me. Each time I was required to give a detailed report.
The scythes, knives, and swords were all about the same. They stung when used at her natural speed or faster and took minor flecks of my skin off, but did no inflict significant damage, and all broke in some manner.
If I had any facial reactions, Maria gave me to Lucy for a few hours. Nettie had me for her purposes for a five hour maximum if I moved at all. The physical discomfort of whatever weapon Maria tested was better than how I felt when either of them were touching me. When their skin would make contact with mine there was a sensation like my body had been invaded and my feelings were bewildering. At least pain was understandable. My aversion to them was something Maria seemed keenly aware of, as they were her most common way of chastising me.
One day Maria came back with a Palmetto Arsenal M1842 musket with ammunition and flints. It surprised me that I had such detail of the weapon she carried. Upon searching my mind, I could find little explanation, except fuzzy snap shots of the weapon. The ball created a little divot in my skin and was slightly painful. Unfortunately, I had both a facial and physical reaction the first time watching that little ball fly at me. Even though my mind told me that it wouldn't hurt that much, something instinctually within me wanted to cower from it.
Wanting to join Maria's experiments, when Maria handed me over to Nettie for my punishment, I discovered that Nettie had gotten glass pieces and put them on the ground.
Commanding me to stand still, Nettie jumped up upon me, as she had done many times prior, being sure to keep her skirts up, so that her clitoris rubbed against my erection, even though my pants were a slight barrier. As she did this, she dug into my back as usual, splitting it open far enough that I could feel venom running down my back onto my ass. My ability to heal was sluggish, as I had already gone too long without blood, which had been Maria's intention, because if I had behaved to her expectation with the rifle, then I would have been rewarded with nourishment.
Right before Nettie climaxed, she jumped off me and commanded, "Lay down, naked," pointing to the place where she had laid out the glass fragments.
Obeying without pause, the glass was uncomfortable, but nothing terrible. Knowing she liked me complaining, I nevertheless made sounds of discomfort. Then, she mounted me and began rocking my hips, which escalated into my whole body rubbing against the glass. She used my chest as leverage for her hands and my legs for her feet.
She started out slowly, which wasn't terrible. As the glass touched or entered where she had torn my back it itched, but by the time she was moving at her top speed and we were almost three hours in I was screaming as a way of venting the pain. It reminded me slightly of the fire that transformed me into Maria's creature. Although, the burn was only where the glass was being pushed deeper and deeper into my wounds, while they were trying to close, and was at a low simmer in comparison. In contradiction to the pain, I felt haughty, lustful, disquieted, jealous, and conniving. Additionally, where she had put her hands and feet had long ago begun to tear. These separations of my joints had the sensation as if the tears were soon to meet the burn. At the five hour mark I had lost too much venom to get up.
Nettie got off me with a swagger.
"Levántate," Maria demanded.
The pain and fatigue overwhelmed her words.
"Get up, Major," Maria commanded in English, her tone in a steel warning I knew well.
Something within me shifted.
I was a Major and my men were counting on me. I could not be found lying down when they needed me. As long as my body was capable, the pain was secondary to ensuring that I stood beside them, doing everything possible to make sure they went home to their mothers, fathers, wives.
A part of me watched like a stranger as my body stood to attention.
Maria circled me as if examining an art exhibit. She looked closely at my wounds where Nettie's palms had dug into me, and then my back.
"Impressive," she finally uttered. Then turning to Lucy, told her, "Your turn."
Lucy had me lay down onto the desert floor, putting her knees into my shoulder sockets, and her legs down my arms while she placed her clit and opening above my mouth.
"Lick," she required.
Each time she thrust the dirt would go into the wounds the glass had created. All the while she dug her fingers into my chest, a few times purposefully opening up the wounds from Nettie even more. There wasn't pain, as much as my skin has a sensation like itching, which was distracting, but knowing there would be a worse punishment if Lucy wasn't pleased, I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on her.
I felt sad, unsatisfied, unworthy, and mischievous. The feelings were far more difficult to deal with than her physical actions. After a few hours, she moved herself to a similar position that Nettie had been in, twisting at my skin and nipples like she enjoyed. By the time Maria called time my wounds were worse.
"Now stand there like a good soldier," Maria told me, picking up the weapon again.
This time I had no reaction, even though the ball entered one of my cracks and embedded itself at least three inches into me.
"Much better," she cooed. "Let us feed him," she told the other two and we went into town, but she had me wait and brought me an older male.
Not wanting to be punished more, I made sure to drink him slowly, even though I was full of anger, regret, and shame.
As we ran to discard the husk, the wounds started closing around the glass fragments and the ball.
Afterwards, Maria rewarded me by allowing me to pleasure her, which, as usual, included her biting me, pushing her venom into me, and then sucking it out. Only this time, she also put her mouth over the deepest largest tear she had created and embedded her teeth into the side and pulling out her venom as well as my own, before permitting me to cum. When the wound closed eventually, it didn't completely, leaving small gaps where her incisors had depressed the skin.
When she permitted me to release alongside her, all the ugliness within me dissipated, and all that remained was gleeful anticipation, satisfaction, and pride.
When she tested the cannonball on me, my only movements were due to the momentum.
Maria was ecstatic.
As my awareness re-centred on the room, James was still in the throws of it, and seemed to have had no notice of me. Fortunately, my luck was holding. Pushing the memory down with all the feelings that accompanied it, I once more put my head in the game.
"Excellent, Mary Alice," James cooed as he put her finger back on. "Now, we're going to change the rules slightly."
Alice sent out relief, while Esme's fear increased. Charlotte continued sending me encouragement, patience, and trust.
Looking at me, James asked, "Do you mind if I include your vassal?"
"Removal of parts only?" I verified, wanting to limit Charlotte's engagement as much as possible, so she would be in a better position to help me end him when the time came.
"Naturally," he stated like my question was ridiculous, but his emotions had a hint of being impressed and pleased.
Taking a few seconds, as if considering the consequences, Charlotte sent me acceptance and Alice emitted encouragement, so I told him, "That should not violate Carlisle's rules or expectations."
"Glad to hear it," he told me like he was praising me.
He was very good at playing his part in this game. Without my ability, along with my training under Maria's hand, he would have likely swayed me.
"Mary Alice, I'm going to ask for two fingers from you. If you give me the first without hesitation, then Jasper's vassal will stay as she is, if not, Jasper will be required to remove something from her. If you give me the second without hesitation, then I will return them just like before, otherwise Esme will have to pay the penalty. And this time, if you do a good job, then you can place an item of your choosing back onto Esme."
Alice nodded while she quivered a little in fear, and her eyes were still defiant.
"Two fingers, Mary Alice," he growled in demand.
The first was no hesitation, but the second she was reluctant.
James' emotional mix heightened as he went over to Esme and took off her right pinky toe, and Esme cried out. Taking his increase of emotions as a signal, I matched it. The length of time we had been at this and the dose I was sending him was a sign of how experienced at this he was, how much he liked remaining in this state, and thus how he had probably conditioned himself to need more and more in order to get the same high, much like Maria had over the years.
He went over to Alice and put on the first finger. "You can do this," he assured her.
Alice's hesitancy on the second was shorter, but still there, so he took Esme's ear that had been replaced. His emotional increase wasn't quite as strong, but nevertheless I matched it.
By the third go, Alice was permitted to replace an item on Esme.
He went on asking Alice for her fingers for hours. By the time he was requesting six fingers, he had been at this challenge for nearly twelve hours. Esme was in a terrible condition of being torn apart, fused together, and then torn apart. Between that and a lack of blood, she stopped being able to fuse together properly. Charlotte wasn't whole, but in a far better shape, and had taken it like a champ.
"Look what you've done, Mary Alice," he chastised her. "You have hurt the woman you claim to love, as well as Jasper's vassal. For someone who professes to be her daughter, you sure have a funny way of showing it. You're nothing but a worthless instrument, and only under my tutelage will you learn your true value. You surrounded yourself with others, thinking they would protect you, but in the end you were given over to me. You're not worth much to them except for them to scrape you off their shoe. Even your so-called champion has found someone better. You've been thrown away, but fortunate for you, I see your potential."
"Don't listen, Alice," Esme urged. "You are a treasured member of our family."
He laughed heartily. "God woman, you are dense," he muttered and kicked Esme in the midsection. Then getting down at her level he took out the paper, and showed it to her, "See here. Alice's Coven Master and," snarling the next word, "mate, signed your dear Alice over to me."
"He wouldn't," Esme started muttering under her breath.
Turning to me, he warned me, "Shut her up."
Moving over to Esme, multiple options ran through my head, each one I made into a decision, and Alice flicked an emotion to me. I just hoped my words wouldn't cause irreparable harm to our relationship.
"Esme, Carlisle loves you. He would do anything for you. James offered him a very reasonable deal. He is simply unwilling to live without you. And I promised to bring you to him in one piece. James speaks the truth that Carlisle signed that paper. When James decides that Alice is trained well enough to not violate their agreement, I will take you to him."
She oozed missing him, wanting him, grief, and heart-wrenching sorrow.
"Trust that Alice is exactly where she belongs," I told Esme, which seemed to help some, as she looked me in the eye, seeming to see something, and began to send me trust. "And we will leave as soon as Alice is trained."
Her emotions were shock, disbelief, and horror, but her face remained grieved.
James was irritated, most likely at the interruption to his game.
"You didn't have to hurt her," Alice accused him, probably using it as a tactic to get him back on track. "I was trying."
Whether that was her plan or not, her defiance was absolutely delightful to him, and I mirrored it back along with his unique mixture of pleasure, excitement, lust and anticipation. Outwardly he frowned, telling her in an even tone, "Now, Mary Alice, you must learn to take responsibility for your actions. Did I warn you?"
She nodded, casting a glance at Esme, as if she was only agreeing for Esme's sake.
"Words please," he growled.
"Yes," she answered meekly, holding his gaze.
"Did I deviate from my warnings, trick you, or anything similar?" he asked, as if interrogating her.
"No," she answered, sounding confused.
"Did you fail to meet what I asked of you?"
"Yes," she answered sad, and then added, "But I was trying."
He went over to her and stroked her arm. "Yes, but trying isn't good enough. Since I know how much you care for this woman, despite your failings, and because you did end up succeeding in the end, we shall retrieve her a meal." Then, turning to me in a cordial tone said, "Please come join us. Your vassal's eyes are already dark. The young are sweet, but they aren't very substantial."
He started walking and stated like a command, "Mary Alice." She fell in step behind him, although in a sluggish way, like she was obeying, but with resistance. I walked behind him, but on the other side from Alice in order to attempt and limit how much of what my ability was sending to him Alice would receive. Charlotte placed herself behind me.
He requested us wait at the same location as before. The sounds that echoed through the space indicated a steel door, most likely booby trapped, going by the sounds. The moment the sounds of the door being opened started, whimpering, crying, screaming, and shouting from the humans echoed through the space. Little of James could be heard over these terrified voices.
Even though I was certain it wouldn't work, I decided to make a run for it and gather Esme. Alice's emotions rang with deep grief and terror. Then, I decided to follow James and attack him. Her grief was terror was less, but then she immediately sent me a cocktail I knew well meant please don't. Considering a different tactic, despite its near certainty of failure, I decided to send him as much lethargy that I could. Alice emitted disappointment. Given that what I was sending him was barely made a difference, it was expected. Few people I had encountered were hard to crack with my ability. Maria had been one and unfortunately James thus far was another.
James returned with a boy right before puberty, who was walking, and he was carrying a child about three.
I decided to attack him as he neared us. Alice's reaction was discouragement. Figuring that had been the case, I redoubled my efforts to find every trap he had manufactured, as making sure he couldn't use whatever he had hidden in the space against us would be helpful.
Looking at Alice, he told her, "Choose."
She stilled the slightest of seconds before she chose the older boy.
"Go ahead vassal," he offered.
"No!" Alice cried out.
He looked at her like she was being a disobedient child. "Are you suggesting that we don't offer the larger meal to Jasper's vassal?"
Alice looked at him heartbroken. "Of course not," she answered without tone and her shoulders slouched, like she was afraid to contradict him.
She was worried, no doubt for Esme. Draining a child, let alone one so small would devastate her, which was James' point, I suspected.
My past had taught me that easing an enemy into trusting me and them letting their guard was emotionally trying, but often the most successful path to their destruction with the least amount of risk to me. Making it into a formal decision resulted in Alice sending me acceptance, even though it was tinged with guilt and regret. If that was the path she saw as the best outcome, then I would follow. Alice had never steered me wrong before.
Hopefully Alice and Esme would emotionally be able to recover from what I suspected was in store for us by following this path.
The boy was completely defeated, so I had no hesitation in reminding Charlotte, "Remember to savour your meal and thank James."
"Yes, sir," she replied.
James moved a few steps towards us, while the boy was frozen where he had stopped about one hundred feet from us. When James was near enough, he handed the child to Alice to hold.
"Come boy," he ordered.
The boy peed his pants, and then with the slowness of heading to the gallows walked towards us. When he was within my arm's length, James nodded at Charlotte.
She moved slowly and used her charms as well as eye contact to mesmerise the boy. He had a boner by the time Charlotte wrapped her arms around him, like she was giving him a hug. She put her lips on his skin where the blood flowed and then sucked a little, bringing the blood closer to the surface. She pressed herself even closer to him and rubbed herself against him. Just as he ejaculated she bit into him. Then, taking her time, as if she had no audience, she slowly drank him down one mouthful at a time. When he was empty she carried him to where she had deposited the other child without another word, her feelings sad, yet resolved.
James beamed at her upon her return, and Charlotte played the bashful girl, all the while continuing to send me her supportive cocktail.
"Well done," I cooed at her, running a fingernail down her cheek, which hopefully only sent her the smallest amount of what I was sending out to James.
The one in Alice's arms started crying, asking for his mommy.
"Well, can't keep my guest waiting," James uttered his emotions rising even more in anticipation of how this would go, along with adding delight.
Mirroring back what he sent, for the first time, his emotions reacted to what I was sending and began to increase from my ability. It was in a small amount, much less than how others' responded. Nevertheless, it gave me hope that we were making progress.
When we returned into the space, James requested that I stand on the opposite corner from Esme. I did so, moving my body like him ordering me excited me. His emotions responded with greater lust, so I adjusted the cocktail I was sending him, and his emotions became even more responsive to my ability.
Apart from Maria, I had never met someone who resisted my ability so well. My lack of influence in her, in the end, had kept her from learning about my ability, so had been a blessing, but many days I had wished it had been more effective. I had thought that my ability and its inability to influence Maria was due to her being my sire. I had to wonder now that perhaps it was because of her being a sadist. Perhaps those who had indulged in sadism for long periods of time were less influenced by my ability. It was something worth considering for future enemies.
"Mary Alice has brought you a meal of her choosing," he told Esme.
Esme took one look at the child in Alice's arms and became agitated, but without her hands, feet, or one arm she couldn't get traction to flee.
"Now, now," James chided Esme, "you wouldn't want to be ungrateful to Mary Alice would you? I'd hate to have to punish her for you being rude."
Esme's terror almost disappeared from her body and she became agreeable. This was what was hidden in Esme at the deepest level, her years at the hands of Charles and what it had cost her emotionally. She had been turned before she had a chance to heal from what he had inflicted upon her, and so it had accompanied her into this life.
Alice moved closer, holding the child into her chest and exposing the neck from the back. And then to help Esme, she used a shark rock from the ground to cut the child's skin. In her state Esme was unable to resist and latched on, drinking quickly.
"Glad you enjoyed," James celebrated when the child's heart stopped. "Now Mary Alice put that against the wall over there," which was to my left about twenty feet. When she completed that task he ordered, "Come stand here." He pointed so that Alice was directly in line of sight of the boy. "That is to remind you of your costs of failing me." Then with a dramatic pause, he stated, "We shall start again."
This time Alice was so fast with taking off her fingers, that by the time James got to six digits Esme had almost all of her parts joined, except her feet. Fortunately, the blood had helped her healing. Alice struggled with the seventh, so Esme lost a finger again. The next time there was no hesitation from Alice, and it was rejoined. Eight Alice sped through and Esme had one foot, even if there were no toes. Nevertheless, with the amount of venom she had lost, and the hours we had been at it, she would need blood again soon.
"I knew you could learn my Mary Alice with the right incentive," James praised her. "The next task should be no difficulty for you. You are to go to your knees, open your mouth, and allow Jasper to use your face to find his release. If you are anything other than a good statue, then I will have to give Carlisle's woman the privilege of demonstrating to you how to do that on me."
His game turning sexual was both a sign that it was escalating and that my estimation of where he was going with this had been correct.
Turning to me, he offered, "Unless you have any objections?"
Grinning mischievously, I slyly told him, "I can't imagine Carlisle chastising me about it, since she's no longer under his domain."
He grinned, like he was enjoying the thought, his emotions gloating, so I added that to his mix, and he agreed, "No, she's mine fair and square. And this isn't for your benefit. It's for hers. Can't fault you for getting a little something out of it."
Smiling at him like we shared an inside joke, I nodded at him as if he was right and appeared grateful.
He paused one second and then stated, "Do it, Mary Alice."
Alice moved quickly, placing herself exactly as he had described. Esme closed her eyes and Charlotte watched me carefully, sending me respect and strength. Taking time to collect myself, I sauntered over. Undoing my fly, I brought myself out. Moving the tip around her lips, I allowed James' lust to affect me, so that my body would appear turned on, while simultaneously sending him the increased dose he was feeling back to him.
Grabbing the back of Alice's head, as he would expect me to, meant that Alice got a concentrated dose of what I was directing at James. It also meant that Alice's emotions flooded me. They barely appeared before I captured them and pushed them down, so they wouldn't distract me.
I started at a slow pace; increasing my tempo each time she sent me a jolt of acceptance. She remained statueque the entire time, keeping her tongue at the floor of her mouth. I was grateful for her lack of response, as it allowed it to not have any of the elements of our past, and her using this time to focus on the future. The sooner we finished this the better.
For each second we were joined, I was forced to repeatedly bottle her emotions flooding me to be dealt with later.
I kept it up until James' emotions started evening out.
Upon finishing, I removed my hand, did up my fly, and stepped back to Charlotte. It disgusted me how much more centred and calmer I felt. Knowing those kind of feelings would be even less productive than Alice's, I buried them deep within me.
"Well done, Mary Alice," James commended. "You may choose an item."
After Alice had done so, Esme had no toes, but otherwise was assembled.
"Again, but with me," he ordered.
As soon as the last word was out of his mouth Alice was in the same position as before. James was brutal, lasting for hours. By the time he ejaculated, his fingers were indented in her skull, her mouth was cracked, and he had, by the sound of it, broken something at the back of her throat. His emotions only spiked when she became hurt, and I mirrored the mixture of pleasure, excitement, lust, anticipation, delight, and gloating right back at him each time.
I could not recall a time when I had sent out emotions via by ability at such an high quantity with such little response. Even when he ejaculated it seemed to have little emotional impact for him.
"Well done, Mary Alice," he exalted after he had done up his fly. "You did so well that you may give her two things back."
Alice scrambled over to Esme and put on two toes.
"I'm sorry," Esme told her.
"Don't be," Alice replied. Her tone had a hint of defeat and sadness, but her emotions were hopeful and anticipatory.
"Jasper again," he commanded.
In an instant Alice went back to her position and I moved forward, making sure my body gave off all the signals that I liked him ordering me.
Once more I started out slow and gentle, but it was only thirty minutes in when James barked, "Faster." Going along, I increased my speed. Less than an hour later, he demanded, "Harder." Throughout the hours that past, he would tell me how he wanted it.
Each time I obeyed and contorted my body to indicate my pleasure at being ordered about and how he was having me treat Alice, his emotions rose, and I matched him.
Throughout the encounter, I had sent any and all of my own feelings along with Alice's into my deepest crevices.
Despite the reasons and audience, the release had once more helped ground me.
It took Maria until it was almost spring again to go through every weapon she could get her hands on. The Nettie's glass had been the worst by far.
"I have determined that the Major is trained well enough to help with the newborns," she told Lucy and Nettie. "There are four of us now, so I think we could control six to ten."
Lucy and Nettie simply agreed.
First, I was set to create a large hole. Maria, Lucy, and Nettie retrieved materials of wood, bricks, and stone, and then set me to work creating a large structure. It was similar to a barn. Anytime I would complete something Maria liked, she would give me the next task, and as soon as I started towards the next assignment, she would undo my fly, lift her skirt, slide me into her and move until she came. The first time I had touched her hip to gain more thrust I had lost my hand for four hours.
When Maria was gone, getting materials Lucy or Nettie would do the same. Each time any part of my skin would touch Maria's I felt calm, satisfied, powerful, and a braggart, which was my preference. With Lucy there was a touch of wishful disappointment with the act, and with Nettie there was jealousy, neither of which I liked.
After the barn was done, Maria brought back two humans screaming and smelling strange. She dropped them into the hole, which she had named The Pit. I watched with fascination as they turned from a blood bag to a vampire, and for the first time understood that I had once been a blood bag.
"Lucy and Nettie are coming back with food for them," Maria told me. "Not for you."
Nodding in understanding, I held myself firm when Lucy and Nettie returned with two bodies each.
When the two in The Pit awoke, the female first and then shortly after the male, they snarled and growled.
"I am your Master," Maria told them. "You will obey me, Lucy, and Nettie," she pointed them out. "The first to stop those noises and be still can soothe their throat."
She came to me, rubbed her hand on my junk, while whispering into my ear, "Whoever loses restrain them."
The girl won.
"Jump up here, pet," Maria cooed at her.
Immediately the guy jumped too. Pleasing Maria foremost in my mind, I jumped on him. He was bigger and stronger than me. I had six new bites, a torn right arm, and a cracked jaw, but I had him contained.
"Watch carefully, Major," Maria ordered and then strode towards the man, biting him at the spot where the neck met the shoulder, and tearing off his head in one movement.
By the time that his head was on the ground, the new girl stood near Lucy and Nettie covered in the inwards of the body she had been given to drink.
"We saved you one," Maria told me with a smile. "And you were so wonderful, that I'm going to give you a special treat. Drink the blood, and then push the new girl onto the ground, face first, and let her experience the joy of you pleasuring her."
The girl's eyes got big and she looked like she wanted to run.
"If you do, I will take you apart like I did that boy," Maria warned her. "In this coven, you are a servant until you can prove yourself. Got that?"
The girl nodded.
Taking the blood slowly, so I could take a moment for myself, even though the blood had already begun to cool, I enjoyed Maria running her fingers through my hair and the feelings of pride and excited anticipation within me.
"Lay down and lift your skirts," Maria ordered the girl.
Not wanting to treat her badly like Nettie, Lucy, and sometimes Maria did me, I used my hands to massage her body and when her arousal was in the air, only then did I enter her. Holding onto her hips, but gently, I moved at a slow to medium pace. I felt pleasure, confusion, and fear, but most of all bloodlust. Then, Maria came and stood beside me and my body was filled with pride, pleasure, enjoyment, and smugness. My chest grumbled in a sound of appreciation and desire, as I wished for the feelings to remain as long as possible.
Maria responded by telling me in a soft cooing voice, "See how good you are taken care of when you are obedient. I only punish you because you need to be trained well."
When the feelings in me shifted to boredom, Maria commanded me, "Faster," as Nettie and Lucy looked on with smirks of satisfaction. I obeyed until she told me, "Deeper," and then some hours later, "Slower." She directed the girl below me to alter her position at times, like raising her hips, all while instructing me how to act.
If at any point the girl seemed like she was close to climaxing and the feelings within me were at a crescendo, Maria would tell me to stop my movements, and tell the girl, "Everything you do, you do when I tell you. You eat when I say you can eat. You eat what I tell you that you can eat, and you are rewarded with a climax when I say so."
At each instance, the girl would whimper, and the feelings inside of me turned more and more loyal with a subservient desire to please Maria.
There was an odd sense in the back of my mind of someone, a male perhaps, showing me how to break in a colt. It was something to ponder later, if I was even able to remember my wish to do so.
Nearly a whole day of this passed when Maria ran her hand gently over my head, shoulder, and then chest, and cooed into my ear, "You may cum." At her order, I did, and my world exploded in joyous exultation and deep abiding satisfaction.
Knowing that James expected me to hurt Alice, I decided to ask her permission.
She sent me back acceptance and encouragement, along with forgiveness.
Holding my hand in a way in order to not hurt her skull, as that abhorred me, especially after how I had damaged Peter that first time, I nevertheless moved in ways familiar to my body, as Maria had taught them to me.
By the time it was just Maria and me, with me being almost solely responsible for the newborns, such disciplinary actions didn't happen unless Maria ordered it. Even at the end, despite the results I achieved, she insisted on the tactic at times.
Thus, my warning to Edward. James was passing all the markers I had expected.
Unsurprisingly, James's lust, excitement, and delight increased with each element of damage Alice sustained. Not only was he a sadist, he was a voyeur of it. My suspicion had been confirmed, which is exactly why I was still waiting. If it had been Maria, any attack would not have worked at this point. The moment would come, though. Drawing on the patience Charlotte kept sending me, I used it to keep myself present, despite the memories coming up.
In order to try and heighten James' emotions even more, I held back cumming for over eighteen hours, pounding into her. The entire time she sent me her approval.
He was near fever pitch by the time I came.
"Well done, Mary Alice," he acclaimed. "You really out did yourself. Three prizes this time."
Before James might change his mind she reattached three of Esme's toes. Then, she stood where he had last spoken to her.
"Ready for blood Mary Alice?" he asked softly, like he was offering her a great treasure.
"No, thank you," she answered.
Her refusal pleased James, even though his tone was harsh. "Have you forgotten that I am your Coven Master now? In this coven humans are food, not pets."
She shook her head no, even though she slumped like she was sad and feeling rejected.
"Guess you need a little more encouragement, then," he decided. "Let us go get Carlisle's woman more blood, at least. We can't have him thinking that I starved her."
"Come with us," James told me easily, but there was a touch of a command in there.
Responding, as he would have expected me to, he was thrilled.
While walking, I looked into Charlotte's eyes. She must have been aiding me a lot, as her eyes were almost black again, and when I checked myself my thirst wasn't nearly as terrible as I would have expected. Figuring out what she was doing to sustain me and how she was doing it would come after, but it certainly was a nifty trick.
The three of us waited at the spot like before. The sounds that echoed were worse this time.
Deciding to ask Alice if there was another option than the path we were on, she searched her visions the entire time he was gone. When the sound of the door being secured once more was heard, she sent me regret.
I was unsurprised, but disappointed. I wasn't looking forward to what would be expected of us.
When he returned his eyes were brighter. He walked out with two women, both pregnant. One was near the end, while the other woman's body showed little signs, but the quiet fourth heartbeat could be heard.
"Choose, Mary Alice," James ordered.
"Blond," Alice stated grievously, choosing the more pregnant woman.
"Good choice," he extolled. Looking at Charlotte briefly, James told me, "Your vassal must be barely out of her newborn time."
"I was fortunate to come across her so young," I replied with a snicker, while thanking whatever gods would listen that my luck was holding.
"And her sire?" he asked, if merely curious.
"Came looking, but returned with her tail between her legs, freely giving her over to me," I told him.
"Not yours?" he checked, as if concerned about my honesty.
His sense of smell must have been even better than Esme's, but then again, Edward said he was a tracker, so it made sense.
"My maker, but I declared myself from her," I stated with a smirk.
"Stole your own sire's fledgling," he commended, shaking his head with mirth. "No wonder you attached yourself to Carlisle. Maybe after your job is complete you will declare yourself from him and join me. I promise you what you've tasted and more."
Smiling like it was an attractive offer, I said nothing.
Then, as if he'd forgotten our reason for being here, told Charlotte, "Forgive my manners. Please, go ahead."
Charlotte moved the same as she had with the boy and the woman responded similarly. This time Charlotte moved a little to the side, so she could put her finger down the woman's pants, after undoing the button and zipper. Repeating the process she had done with the boy, the woman died and then the baby a few seconds later.
As Charlotte walked away to deposit the body, James gushed, "Your girl has an unusual technique of feeding, but what a show. No wonder she didn't know how to handle my first gift."
"She is a wonder," I agreed, "if not still in need of training, as you've seen."
He smiled malevolently.
Turning away from me when Charlotte was almost back to us, he moved towards Esme. This show of increased trust was a relief.
"Let us take our guest your choice, Mary Alice," he told her, like she was his child.
Alice walked over to the woman and wrapped her arm around her, helping her towards her death. The woman was not emotionally or mentally present. Wherever in her mind she had retreated to was a blessing for us all.
His excitement increased. As we neared the chamber, he was near exuberant with his anticipation. Hopefully that indicated that our moment to end him would come soon.
Moving toward Esme, he said in a singsong tone, "Oh matey of Carlisle, Mary Alice brought you dinner."
Before Esme could have seen us, he demanded, "Grab her, Jasper," clearly expecting Esme to run away.
Doing as he commanded, I went ahead of them and put my hands on Esme's shoulders, so I wasn't touching her skin, and tried to console her with small sounds of comfort.
As soon as Alice and the human came into view, Esme looked between Alice and I in disbelief, all while strongly emitting the same emotion.
Alice guided the woman over to Esme, and then positioned her so that her arm was against Esme's chest, and then opened the vein with the sharp rock once more. This blood called to me more than any of the others, so I stopped breathing. Esme tried to do the same, but she was too thirsty. Like the other woman, the baby's heartbeat was the last sound before silence. Esme was heartbroken and her face was covered in her shame.
"Put the husk next to the other, Mary Alice," James instructed.
Esme seemed to be lost inside her head, so I told her, "Sit down and rest."
Her body obeyed me, even though she said no words.
I remained standing beside her.
James was at full throttle and whatever he had been building towards was almost present.
"After the last one, the next task should be no difficulty for you, Mary Alice," he assured her sweetly. "You are to get naked, put your legs under your chest on the ground, place your arms back with your hands palms up, your head on the ground, and your butt in the air. Then, you are to stay like that until I release you. If you are anything other than a good statue, then I will have to give Carlisle's woman the privilege of demonstrating to you how to do that." He paused one second and then said, "To it, Mary Alice."
Alice looked at him squarely, her tone scared, but resolute, "No, thank you."
He laughed at her, extremely thrilled at her refusal. Then quickly, although slower than Peter or I would have been, he removed Esme's remaining toes, feet, fingers, and hands adding it to the pile that had contained her toes.
"Hold Mary Alice, Jasper," he commanded.
Moving over to her, she went to run away. She moved so that she was closer to Charlotte, like Charlotte would protect her. It was a classic female move and one I knew Alice had determined would get us the best outcome, as it wasn't the Alice I knew at all.
Looking at Charlotte like I had when she had been a newborn and had expected complete obedience and submission, my eyes then just slightly moved in Alice's direction.
Without even thinking, almost like it was a trained reaction, Charlotte grabbed Alice around the waist, pinning her arms, and lifting her slightly brought her to me. "Here Master."
"Thank you, darlin'," I purred at Charlotte, as I ran the back of my hand from the crown of her head around to her cheek.
She smiled demurely.
Alice, all the while, was kicking and screaming in protest, so hard that Charlotte's skin being broken could be heard, but Charlotte's grip did not waiver.
James came over and ran his hand along Alice's cheek. "You will be mine Mary Alice and become even more obedient than Victoria," he told her.
Alice whimpered in protest.
Then James went over to Esme and ripped off her pants.
"Sir," I interrupted in the tone I had learned to use with Maria when I wanted to alter her thinking without her suspecting that I was doing so.
He looked over at me incredulously.
"So that I might avoid a chance of losing a limb permanently due to Carlisle's wrath, could I offer myself in her stead?"
His emotional reaction confirmed my expectations that this was what he had hoped for. Yet, he physically lingered on Esme like he wasn't sure.
She didn't respond outwardly or emotionally, which although worrisome, fortunately made her less appealing to James.
Eventually he answered, "I suppose, but only because I have decided that doing so will be a better object lesson for Alice."
Nodding like that was smart thinking, I undid my pants and lowered my boxers, placing myself in the position of submission. The shirt Alice had given me held, hiding my scars. It was a masterful deception.
The sounds of him undoing himself echoed, and then he grabbed my hips and rammed himself into me. It wasn't the first time that I had been assaulted in such a way, but that fact didn't make it any more pleasurable. Working to keep my mind on the mission, ignoring the damage he was inflicting to me, I used his touch in order to read him more thoroughly, as well as mirror back to him more effectively.
He was the kind of scum Peter liked to feed on.
Using all the subversive tricks I had practiced while living with the Cullens to hide my ability's infiltration, I gathered as much information about him as quickly as I dared. Unsurprisingly, his emotional life at the deepest level was self-serving and a form of instant gratification with no connection to others. With the knowledge my ability had afforded me in hand, my mind strategized how to defeat him.
Trying to ignore Esme's emotional world that was beginning to awaken, no doubt due to what James was doing to me, was difficult, as it was a horrible mix of self-incrimination, self-loathing, shame, regret, and gratitude, so I pulled on Charlotte in order to keep my focus on James. She must have felt my pull, because suddenly Esme's emotions weren't overwhelming me as much. My inward world was reminiscent to when I became Maria's Major, a puppet that she had controlled. Except I had become my own master, and could use all that she had taught me, all of who I had been forced to become for my own agenda.
While ensuring I stayed statuesque, as he expected, and grunting at points when he was particularly forceful, which increased his pleasure, a part of my mind was focused on winning this war.
He finished, pulled out, and zipped up. Once more, his cumming had little connection to his feelings.
As if the event had not happened, I stood up, drew up my boxers and then pants, the sounds of my body repairing forming a crescendo against the otherwise near silence.
Upon my return to where I had been standing, James turned to Alice, and Charlotte brushed her hand against my finger sending me her encouragement, fortitude, and respect. They were a beautiful gift in an ugly situation.
"So, are you ready to behave Mary Alice?" James asked, his lust slightly diminished.
She looked at me and appeared grieved, her body showing shame, while her emotions were apologetic and calculating.
"Please don't do that again," she requested of James, sounding sad, but hesitant.
"Then take your place, Mary Alice," he commanded.
Her eyes searched the space as if looking for an escape and then she stilled like she did searching her visions.
"Jasper," James ordered.
"No," Alice begged.
Her eyes focusing back on James. she hung her head in defeat.
"This will teach you to not hesitate," he told her.
Turning to me, his voice was sugary, "Unless you would rather not."
Frowning, I answered, "I should."
"Good to know that you take your duties seriously," he told me, smiling like he was inviting me to a party.
Nodding in agreement with a touch of submission in it, I moved back into the position. From the moment he entered me Alice started begging him to stop and promising to do a better job. Through it all, I would make a decision and Alice would send me agreement, uncertainty, or disapproval. The cracks from his last time widened. The pain wasn't a problem, but I was concerned about fighting him, since he was freshly fed. Trusting that all of Maria's torture and torment, and then expecting me to fight at top form had prepared for what lay ahead, I was ready by the time he removed himself from me. The plan formed by myself and with Alice's agreement was as error proof as possible.
Immediately he moved forward to Alice, putting his hand under her chin and lifting it, forcing her to face him. "It might take a couple of years, but eventually Mary Alice you will be begging me." Her body radiated defeat, while her emotions were determination. "Are you ready to learn how to do one of your jobs as my woman?"
Charlotte looked at me and I nodded. At this signal Charlotte opened her arms.
There was a slight hesitation on Alice's part, but he must have been willing to let it go, as he said nothing about it.
Alice took off her shoes, stocking, and panties, and then got down on all fours in the same position I had been.
"I told you naked," he scolded her, going over to Esme and removing her ears.
Quick as lightning Alice completely removed all her garments and put herself back into the position.
She had placed herself, so that her butt faced me like in my plan. It placed him closer to me and as far away from the fuses I had found thus far.
As James undid himself and entered her, his emotions crowed in delight. Each time her skin broke, each time something inside of her could be heard ripping his emotions heightened. The level I was sending back to him would have put twenty newborns out, and still he continued for hours upon hours, drawing it into him like he was a black hole revelling in it even more. Alice's arms had become separated from her body. Her hips were torn in multiple places. He had stepped on her feet and hands in his thrusting, crushing them. Her whole torso tore like he was splitting her down the middle, which sent him into a frenzy. For the first time his sexual climaxing was matched by a heightened emotional state.
As soon as his emotions moved into the ecstasy state, I rushed towards him to rip his head off. Despite my speed and precision, he had moved instinctually to protect himself, and the sound of his dick tearing could be heard. His shock was like a lightning bolt—there and then gone—quickly replaced with fury.
I had managed to take a chunk out of his neck, but his head was still attached.
Charlotte flew over Alice, pulling on his arms and continued the movement tearing his torso away from Alice, leaving his dick in her. Simultaneously, his pain fuelled him, much like how Maria got off on pain, and he came at me allowing his arms to rip some as Charlotte held on.
Sweeping below, I went for his knees, while Charlotte tried to keep a hold of his arms.
He saw my intention and jumped up, but not enough, and I caught his ankles. Mid crash, he turned his body, so he landed on top of Charlotte. Using the opportunity, I took off his left foot. Nevertheless, he used his momentum to swing back up and Charlotte almost lost her grip. Knowing my idea would hurt, but wanting it ended, I moved towards him. As expected, he bit me deeply, and I was close enough to pull his head away from his shoulder some. Seeing the problem, I used my finger to tear at the spot where I had bit him, and then pulled. Finally, his head detached, Charlotte let go, and I made short work of separating him at every joint possible.
"You can stop and subsist with the emotional cocktail, Major," Charlotte told me as she moved towards Alice. Putting a soft hand on her back, she told Alice in the most soothing tone possible, "Just relax your muscles and it will release."
It took her some deep breaths, but then she did as Charlotte had said.
Charlotte threw it in the pile of James' parts.
"It's done," I stated just to hear the words.