Chapter 14

Edward's POV:

It is my duty to care for her after a punishment, my voice was screaming at me, it's the core of being a Dominant. Get your ass down there you pathetic shit.

I knew it was the demon's voice inside me…just wanting me to descend upon her and take that bite that I nearly dived into. I wanted her. I want her blood. Her, I was already becoming very fond of. Her answers to my questions, her likes, her sweet sins and naughty desires. It's not often a girl this age knows who she is and owns it. She still has some inhibitions…some thin walls waiting for me to take down. She's been raised to be a good little girl. Polite. Helpful. Honest. A cop's daughter. And she pretty much rejected everything her Daddy taught her the moment she agreed to come here.

Oh, she had no choice but to come here. I had set it up that it was her choice, when in reality I could've dragged her here with no questions at all and had my way with her. But like I'd said…I wanted this long term so I had to approach this a little differently.

It was new to me to ask about her life, her problems. I could've done it with every girl I own here but it never really seemed to matter much to me what they were thinking…plus I can HEAR what they're thinking. I had gone a little far with her just now…I was enjoying her unease too much and I nearly lost control. So like a child I ran off…although I'm right here above her, in the ceiling beams, watching over her.

I thought she would hate me and I drove her to say the very words I wanted to hear. I HATE YOU.

I know damn well why I crave that…the little piece of me that's still human, still hanging onto my past life…I knew too much about psychology that I had long ago realized what or who it was that became aroused and alive when a female hated me. When she struggled and screamed with rage at me as I pushed her to her edge. Mommy issues. My Mommy issues. I hate the weak thing that still lives inside me. I keep trying to kill it, or silence it…but he's still there, reminding me…of shit I wish I could erase.

"I hate you ! I hate you !", her voice from centuries ago echoed in my head, "I love you…I love you…"

Shut up bitch get the fuck out of my head ! I cursed her, wincing and shoving the memories away. How my mother still intrudes on my sexual play today I have no clue. I wish there were a cure for mothers and their poison.

"Six !", I could hear her calling me, "Come back here Six ! Where'd you GO ?! Come when your mother calls you !"

I still feel like a sweat breaks out over me when I hear her calling me. And, me, a little kid hiding from a psychotic who wants to kill him. Would it ever go away ?

"Focus on the Swan girl.", a logical angel in my brain strode in, his nerd glasses firmly on his nose.

"That's what brought me up here !", I internally argued.

There was a reason I no longer played with redheads. There was a reason I enjoyed to hurt females and make them cry at my mercy. It's all revenge…against HER. Elizabeth. I no longer called her mother because she was never that for me. Now she's just a chain around my neck that holds a weight I can never be free of. That's what holds me in the darkness and keeps me there…and always will.

But none of this is Miss Swan's fault. She is a young girl tasting orgasm for the first time, being toyed with by an ancient lunatic. It's normal that she's torn. Part of her hating me….a bigger part enjoying it and ashamed to admit it. But I could tell. The more dog food I fed her, the more her body misted with pheromones. A human would believe at this point that she would never want to see me again…but a vampire knows better.

Her assessment so far tells me that she's a humiliation slave. To be naked and helpless and especially forced to eat and be whipped like an animal made that blood pump and race around in her tiny veins. And it didn't hurt that I love to deal out humiliation, either. We are a perfect match.

The more time I spent with her the more I knew she was a perfect fit for me. Not that it would've mattered anyway. I still would've had her blood, even if she was totally repulsed by me and anything bondage related.

But the sweet little slut likes it. No…loves it. She doesn't love ME, she just thinks she does. So many of them fall in love the moment they orgasm as if I have the only orgasms in the world. It's like a drug to them, especially when I compel them to not open their legs for any other man or boy until I release them.

Even now I can hear her down there, afraid…thinking I left her alone…but still trusting me and waiting…singing for fuck's sake ! Apologizing to me, as if SHE did something wrong. She's behaving for me. And something about that just curls around my dead stone heart. Nothing would ever make my heart work or be reborn…but it was soothing to have a little human spoon against it nonetheless.

"Six, get behind me !", I could hear Esme's vicious voice as I crawled under her skirts that day, soaking wet and terrified.

"You will NOT kill him.", she stood there, strong…defending and protecting me, a little five year old she hardly knew. That's the woman I've been looking for. For over 250 years. That's the woman I have been trying to mold every young girl into here. But they fall short always…they all do.

Esme…you would be so sorry you saved me…if you could see me now. But you can't see me. You're dead. And so am I. It seems that was our fate all along, no matter what we did to avoid it. But I will never forget that you were the one who tried to save me. For that, you have my heart always. I AM YOUR son. Forever.

I looked down at the naked Swan girl. The moonlight shone over her skin, almost making it glow like a goddess'. She was singing again. I often had my girls sing to me. For one, it takes their mind off what they're afraid of for a few minutes, it calms them. Second, I could get a little feel for what they were, depending on the songs, the lyrics, the melodies. To know a girl's heroes is to know her. I really enjoyed Bella's voice and her songs…the words…nearly drove me insane with want. It was like a voice begging a drug addict, "Please come snort me, I'm the best cocaine there is ! PLEASE !"

I even had to get away for a minute, just to breathe clean air without her scent inside it.

One thing my saint of a biological mother told me still remains true.

If you want to kill something, you don't need a sword or poison. Use love.

Love kills everything.

Maybe this Swan girl is here to destroy me. She doesn't know it of course but…no.

I've had this paranoid little dream forever now. That somehow my birth mother has been reincarnated in one of these humans and has come to get me at last, to finish the job of murdering me.

Love will kill me. But I can't feel it and if I ever did I turned that off long, long ago. No one loves me and I made sure of that by what I do to these poor little girls…and I don't love any of them and never would. So how could it possibly hurt me ? I scoffed and put it out of my mind again for the five billionth time.

I cleared my head and kept watch over the girl to make sure she was alright. She began to fall asleep and I was glad for that. But I had to get down there. I have aftercare to tend to. Her body is covered with cane lines, welts, and bruises. Not terrible ones but still they needed it.

I had her trust. She was opening up to me about her mother, her father…and I fed her dog food and soap. What the fuck is wrong with me ? And yet, she still trusts me, still wants me. For now, at least. Until she comes to her senses.

That is the one thing that drove me to go back to her. My vampire life was not my choice but being a Dominant IS. I would not betray that. It's how I feed, it's how I have sex, it's the one way I interact with real people. I can't shit on that. It's sacred to me.

"I'm here, Miss Swan.", I lightly touched her as she half woke, her eyes groggy, her body tense.

She mumbled something I didn't listen much to as I went to my work of caring for her.

"Relax, little one.", I stroked her hair and it felt hard and cold, "I'll take care of you."

I didn't even bother to unscrew the metal she was encased in. I snapped the pipes apart and took her into my arms.

Her arms must've been asleep and numb but somehow she curled one arm around my neck as if I was her father carrying his child to bed.

"I'm sorry", she said softly, "I don't hate you…Sir."

I felt myself smile a bit as I laid her on a clean mattress in the corner beneath the stairs above.

She yelped and arched, her body in pain as I had laid her down.

"I'M sorry.", I found myself saying to her, "I shouldn't have left you. I won't do that again."

I hoped her trust in me wasn't broken. Trust takes a long time to build, a second to break, and forever to regain.

She didn't answer me but as I began to apply some medicine and oil to her wounds she began to moan and rest. Her leg began to move against mine as I gently massaged her, every inch. This was by far not the first time I had to do this with a girl or woman so I was not horrified by what I'd done to her. I've done so much worse than this. To me, this was a skinned knee.

I had turned her onto her back now and began oiling her breasts and torso.

This human is mine was all my brain could sing as I touched her. Welcome 317. Your life is over now.

That didn't mean I would kill her. I want to have her for as long as I can resist the urge to empty the glass and drink it all. But life as she knows it is over. And maybe in her case this is a good thing.

I still didn't touch on a lot of her pain yet. I would not push her too hard on that yet. In time, I will read every page of this book. Nothing she's done could equal my own misdeeds. But I sense there is a deep well of hurt inside of her, more than just from losing her mother. I will understand when she tells me, I will be on her side, and I will encourage her to embrace that black side of herself. I will show her how I do it… I will teach her to strip off that guilt.

To paint her with white gloss and put pretty pink bows in her hair would be a crime. I want her, cracks and all. I would bet I'd be the first and maybe only person who would embrace her like that. And that would keep her chained to me, in addition to the hold my blood will have over her.

Once I tasted her blood and I let her have a little mouthful of mine, she would be able to hear me call to her. She would not always hear me but when I wanted her, she would. Well that's how it works with all the other ones. I still had to find out what kept her mind closed to me. I would eventually discover it and find a way to open it. But this was a blood thing, not a mind thing. Being bound to me, she would never be able to break free even if she wanted to. Unless I released her. And I couldn't see myself doing that. I'm far too selfish.

"How does that feel ?", I whispered, not really wanting to wake her completely. Maybe she'd think this was a dream.

"Wonderful Sir…", she breathed, closing her eyes and stretching her legs and arms.

"Yes, go to sleep, girl.", I allowed her, glad I wouldn't have to manipulate her vagus nerve this time. I wished I could give her a nice dream, maybe with her mother in it…but I can't…not yet anyway. I'm sorry Swan. You'll have to make your own nice dream tonight.

I brushed her hair as she slept and looped a thin chain around her neck, giving her room inside the loop. I padlocked it and moved the slack around the side of the mattress so the cold steel wasn't touching her skin. I went to the other side of the room and made a little structure of rocks and pipe…it took only seconds…and then I started a little fire inside it…twigs and kindling arranged correctly.

I sat on the floor all night, watching her sleep. Watching her dream. It looks as if she's having a very pleasant one, I surmised as she moaned and smiled, her eyes moving lazily underneath her eyelids.

I closed my eyes, wishing I could sleep again. Turn my mind off, imagine I'm someone else, somewhere else…but I had to admit….it was very quiet now…with her. I couldn't hear her thoughts and that was something really magical to me, as much as it frustrates me. It felt peaceful. I still tried to close my eyes at night sometimes, just to see if maybe once…I would drift off and fall asleep. It was the only place I used to be able to go to…escape…like Miss Swan had said. I so related to her on that. If an escape ever comes to me, I will take it full heartedly and without hesitation.

Later I cleaned up the other rooms, still listening to her steady heartbeat as I worked. I hummed the song she had sung to me that almost broke my resolve. With my vampire brain, I would never forget it or lose the words…I decided it was my new favorite song.

Under your spell again

I can't say no to you

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand

I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly

Now I can't let go of this dream

I can't breathe but I feel

Good enough

I feel good enough for you

Drink up sweet decadence

I can't say no to you

And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind

I can't say no to you

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely

Now I can't let go of this dream

Can't believe that I feel

Good enough

I feel good enough

Its been such a long time coming, but I feel good

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall

Pour real life down on me

'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough

Am I good enough for you to love me too?

So take care what you ask of me

'Cause I can't say no

I didn't care to admit that some of the words could be my feelings for her.

Under your spell again

I can't say no to you

Is she casting a spell on me with her blood ? Am I being pulled into something ? I had to say no to her twice tonight when she wanted me…that was so difficult…more than it has been for an eternity.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly

No I shouldn't let her torment me this way but her blood was so strong…stronger than me. I loathed this feeling but also loved it….it felt like life….and life has been both sweet and evil to me…like her.

Good enough

I feel good enough for you

I was not good for anyone, especially a mortal of 17 years of age. My presence in her life would only bring misery. I would have to work in time to keep her time with me limited. Once I conquered the pull of her blood, I could let her come and go. Only needing her when I wanted to drink that wine in her veins. But at the same time, another half of me wanted to train her, to bring her to her full potential. To make her the woman I had lost and wanted back. I want to keep her all to myself.

Strange but I felt good. I haven't felt good in over 200 years.

Drink up sweet decadence…..that one is fairly obvious. That's the line that almost made me yank that cage from the ceiling and have her right there.

Before I could get into the remainder of the lyrics I heard her stir a bit in the other room. I placed my vampire mask on, hiding my scarred and empty skull of a face and went to the room, sure she didn't see me yet…standing on the beam right over her hidden little alcove in the corner.

I watched with heavy lids, steeling myself to not lose myself in this little mortal. To stay me and not let this awesome scented juice drive me insane. I put the demon away again and put my mind in charge. How many more times would I be able to do this ? When will be the day that I can't control the thing inside me ?

A flash of another face came to mind…Victoria. I really lost my shit that month. I pushed the memory away, ashamed of that.

I allowed Miss Swan to wake up and let realization strike. I want to see her reaction when she finds herself chained up like a dog. There would be many times when I would have to have her this way. Not because I feared her escaping but because it would keep her from hurting herself wandering around and because if I needed to feed off the other girls, she would have to be contained. She should get used to that.

Frankly all that was bullshit. I know why I chain them up and cage them. It's because it's the only way they'll stay with me.

I watched her as she gathered herself, looking around her. I had left a small litter box a few feet away from her. I knew she would have to urinate soon. She rubbed her eyes and moved her hair back out of her face, and carefully began to get up on her hands and knees…a little wince on her face. I smirked a bit, knowing she was a little sore still.

She was touching her ass, feeling the lines and ridges in her skin. She didn't call to me. Examining the chain around her neck, she touched the links of the chain and shivered a bit, considering her predicament. The rest of her was completely bare, no shackles, no ropes.

It took her a few minutes but she DID crawl over to the litter box. She did not stand and walk there, and she could have. She covered her eyes and made herself urinate there in the sand, giving a whimper. I smiled, glad she passed that test. I also left a little container of baby wipes there and she did make use of one. I was glad. She was interested in being clean like I told her. I was glad again. Scent is very important to me, besides the aroma of her blood. I really loved it when a female washed, used lotion, and perfume, body wash…you name it. That always made me happy, even back when I used to watch Esme and the other ladies dab their special oils on their neck and down between their breasts, preparing for their clients every night. I saw a flash of a memory…me watching her face in her mirror as she perfumed herself…and she caught me looking and turned, dabbing some of it on me…I laughed, not minding at all. I was a young teenager then. I can still smell it…oranges and rosewater. Esme made the perfume herself.

I refocused and watched her clean herself well between her legs and around her ass. She placed the used wipes in the litter box, not finding another place to dispose of them. She soon found that the litter box was about as far as she could go right now, the chain not very long. She stretched a bit more, on all fours, putting one leg out behind her, circling her ankle around. If she starts doing exercises like we do in gym, I would've really loved that but she didn't. She hates them.

A small thread inside me wanted to apologize to her and ask her if she was angry with me.

Fuck that ! The other 99.9% of me frowned. I am the Master, she's the slave. Slaves don't get to have apologies. I would not let this little girl bring ME to my knees. Ever. I probably deserve it…but…no.

But I recalled my mother's words…use love. I had no problem with that. At least in this way it's something useful to me. Here and there, I will dazzle her a bit. Just to lure her into my web…before she realizes she's trapped. Fuck it's the whole reason vampires are so beautiful on the surface.

I decided to make my entrance now. I went up through the broken ceiling and around to the door above her…ten steps leading down to where she was stretching.

She heard me coming and I thought she would scurry under the steps where her bed was…most of them did. But she again surprised me and knelt straight up, with her hands behind her, eyes down.

Wow. She's NOT angry with me.

I carried a bowl of water and another little bowl with fruit in it. Maybe this would be my little peace offering. I did feel really badly about the soap and dog food last night.

She watched me and a sexy little smile played on her lips.

"Did I give those eyes permission to look at me?", I asked blankly, not putting anger in my voice. I couldn't let her know how fucking pleased I was with her.

"No Sir.", she lowered them, "Sorry Sir."

She's so afraid to disobey me…but I know she wants to. If she ever discovers how much I like it, I'll have a little brat on my hands.

"Hungry ?", I shook the fruit bowl and she looked afraid.

"I think you'll like this, slave.", I said, my voice softer than I would've liked.

I put both bowls down in front of her and she did look relieved to see pieces of orange, grapes, apples and bananas waiting for her.

"Thank you, Sir.", she waited.

"Proceed, Swan.", I allowed.

Keeping her hands behind her, she bent over and began to drink the water…sucking it into her mouth and sounding relieved as it went down. I hoped this would rid her of the soap taste, even though she earned that with her bad mouth.

She began to eat and I almost sat on the floor across from her but I realized I could not be there as her equal I had to sit higher. And for a second I felt bad about that.

I perched myself up on a table out of the chain's reach. I watched her, silent. Not letting a smile come to my face.

"I see you used the box.", I nodded towards the litter box.

"Yes Sir.", she peeked up then down, "Is that alright ? I had to…"

"Yes that's why it was there, Swan.", I informed.

"Eat all of that and drink all the water.", I ordered, "Today will be a bit more challenging."

"Yes Sir.", she agreed and kept eating.

Fuck she's cute while she's eating. Like a young rabbit. Where the fuck did that come from ? My demon inside was disgusted with me.

She is not using her hands…another point in her favor. I didn't have to tell her that, either. This girl HAS been watching some bad movies. God, I hope she didn't read that Fifty Shades gunk.

I didn't speak for the rest of the time she ate, giving her that space. But I could tell she was uncomfortable with me watching her the whole time. Good.

"It's a warm day.", I finally announced as she licked the last of the water from the bowl, "We will get a lot of yard work done."

"Yard work ?", she asked, trying to keep her eyes off me.

"Yes.", I explained, "It's work…in the yard. Grass…trees…"

"Yes Sir.", she said, not saying anything more.

I almost laughed. This part was always fun. To be outside, to see how lazy these spoiled bitches were always tickled me. I worked their asses off. I don't like lazy slaves who think they're going to lay around all day and be fucked. No that's not my style.

"You will earn your supper tonight, Swan.", I said firmly, unlocking the chain from around the metal bannister.

"Yes Sir.", she sounded ready for the challenge. We'll see.

I took her by her leash and made two kissing sounds, as if I were calling a dog.

"Come girl.", I led her to the stairs. Now a lot of girls would begin to walk up the stairs…this one crawled up. Good girl. She's very good for a trainee, I'll give her that.

I led her by the leash and she crawled after me as I took her to the outer door to the west of this broken down structure. This was the old hospital wing and outside was a lot of ground….most of it hidden by a half broken down wall. There was a lot of back breaking work out here to do. The sad part is, none of it is necessary. It's just tasks for me to give them. I don't give a fuck about the grounds and even if I did I could do it myself in minutes with no sweat.

But this little exercise would do a bunch of things. First I wanted to see how she felt about being outdoors in the open with no clothes on. So many girls almost broke at the doorway, so ashamed of their bodies when they were rails.

Second, I enjoyed the outdoors. I could go out in sun or rain and have a great time, running, climbing trees…walking around town to hear some new voices, shopping for music pieces or instruments, etc. I know vampires are depicted as hiding in shadows all day but that was ridiculous. We don't sparkle in the sun, we don't look any different than anyone else in the light…we have forever to enjoy outside and life…why wouldn't we ?

Third I wanted to establish to the slave that work will be involved in their service to me. Like in my classes, no easy ride. I believe in that. Hard work. This would also accomplish my mission to build her strength and stamina. Work those lazy muscles. So many of my girls gained their muscle and strength through the work I gave them. Miss Swan would do the same.

Lastly, once in awhile I did have them help in little projects I created out in the woods and fields. And then they would become part of them. I will explain that later.

Right now we are about to cross from an opened doorway with no door to the outside area.

I could hear her heart beating a little quicker but she crawled out there right behind me. No resistance.

She's a good little bitch, I felt relieved to discover.

It wasn't hot anymore but the summer weather still lingered in September. It would get very hot later and she would sweat as she worked.

There was a slight breeze that played with her long hair as she kept crawling. I took her to the wall area, very much like in detention.

There were large rectangular bricks scattered everywhere from where half the wall had collapsed. They were heavy for a mortal and hard to lift as they had nothing to grab onto. Mostly broken and jagged, dirty…some embedded into the earth. There were dozens of them everywhere.

There was already a longer chain out there, secured to a metal frame that was exposed inside the wall. I connected her chain leash to that to give her more slack.

"Alright Swan.", I said coldly, "Gather all these bricks and stack them neatly in the northeast corner there."

It was a simple request.

"Yes Sir.", she began to crawl over to the closest one, a half white half broken one.

I frowned, wondering how she intended to carry it to its destination.

"You may stand Swan.", I added.

"Thank you, Sir.", she got to her feet and began to bend over to get her hands on it.

"Christ.", I folded my arms, becoming her teacher once more.

"Swan.", I barked as she turned to me.

"Don't bend over.", I frowned as I instructed, "Squat and lift with your legs not your back. You'll thank me for that later."

"Thank you Sir.", she blushed, squatting and trying to get her hands around the large boulder.

She struggled and had to dig the stone out from the mud with her fingers but finally she got hold of it and lifted with her legs, straightening and looking around…straining a bit as she walked, the ground not very forgiving and soft out here.

She walked to her left and then a few paces to the center…and placed the rock down, turning it a bit so it was straight. It looked like a huge relief for her to put it down, careful not to drop it on her bare feet.

"Swan.", I knew this would happen and I was glad. I loved barking orders at her. And this was more fun than gym class.

She turned, asking, "Yes Sir ?"

"I said the Northeast corner.", I almost smiled, placing my dark sunglasses on.

She looked around, confused.

"North….", I motioned my hand as I pointed, "South…East…West…"

She was still confused.

"Here, over here, in THIS CORNER !", I finally shouted at her, pointing at the furthest corner away from her.

"Sorry Sir.", she said, squatting and lifting the one she'd just put down, her face looking very displeased already with the very first one.

"Great weather, isn't it ?", I commented, almost laughing at her reaction that I pretended not to see.

"Yes Sir.", she agreed, going to retrieve another stone.

I left for a few minutes to see how she would do on her own for awhile. Plus I had another nice little surprise for her.

She wasn't bad alone. Most girls slacked off when I left them but she seemed to be a hard worker as she stacked some more bricks up, neatly, straightening them so they'd look uniform, even if some were broken, she tried to make it look good.

She's here on aid, I recalled, she's no princess. Maybe Charlie was a strict father before he earned her loathing. I'm not sure if her mother coddled her much.

I returned and she jingled in her chains as she worked, giving an UGGHHH and OWWW every so often, finding the task daunting but doable.

I sat on the part of the wall that was still intact, raised up a bit from where she was slaving away…and I popped open a cold can of Pepsi.

She was about to learn my feelings when she ate that candy bar while I was trying to build something inside her.

She did hear the sound of the fizz and snap of the metal can as I opened it. I didn't enjoy eating or drinking human food but it wasn't bad just tasteless. Taking a big sip where she could see me, I gave a very satisfied AAAHHHHHH sound.

"It's hot isn't it ?", I asked aloud, "Glad this is so frosty cold."

I took another huge sip and swallowed it down. Her eyes looked at me as if she wanted my heart on a stick. I smirked back at her, letting her know I was doing it on purpose.

She kept working and was starting to look a bit tired as I laid back, putting my feet up a bit, my arms under my head.

"I'm going to take a little nap, Swan.", I yawned, "Keep working."

I hummed my new favorite song, wondering if she would pick up on that. She didn't seem to.

I watched her perky little ass and sighed inside, loving the view as she squatted and groaned, in the mud, trying to lift the newest brick.

She turned and I saw the stone resting itself cruelly against her naked breasts and nipples as she moved around the chain to walk quickly over to the pile, the higher it became the more of a challenge it was. I was prepared to fly over there and help instantly if she needed me but I've had a lot of girls do this task before. She would be alright. They would get dirty and maybe a little scuffed up, maybe a bruise…but it wasn't life threatening. One little dope nearly broke her foot but I got to her in time before the rock landed on it.

Once in awhile, she'd peek up at me and the scowl on her lips was priceless. I woke up an hour later and drank another soda.

She moved past me and I offered, "Want one, Swan ?"

"No thank you, Sir.", her voice broke as she spoke the words.

Poor thing. But good little thing.

It was sweet torment for her when I showed up there later with a pizza. I ate the whole thing in front of her, washing it down with my drink as she kept working. Her body was getting dirty and sweaty. Her walk was getting slower and weaker.

When I finished my pizza, I came back with the flogger and stood over her, giving her a taste now and then.

"Speed it up, Swan.", I held the strands as she squatted, and let them go right to the right ass cheek that was already very purple and red from her caning yesterday. She screamed and kept lifting the broken stone.

"Come on, Swan, you're going slower than usual and that's just heartbreaking.", I said bitterly, delivering another blow to the left ass cheek as she carried the brick.

She would embrace her gym classes from now on.

At one point I ordered her to stand against the wall that was intact.

"I saw that look.", I put my sunglasses back over my eyes, "Five lashes. Count off."

She had never experienced even light lashes on top of fresh ones from the night before. She did not enjoy it. But she didn't complain. She counted well.

This is the day most girls lose the stars in their eyes when they look at me. I usually found it funny.

"Mind your face when you look at me, slut.", I warned as she returned to her job.

"Yes Sir.", she made her voice polite.

After three hours, I called her over.

"Kneel.", I demanded as she obeyed.

I took out a water bottle and opened it. I gave her a nice drink and she gulped it up greedily, cherishing every sweet cold drop.

"You like water now, don't you, bitch ?" I asked her.

"Yes Sir.", she breathed, "Thank you Sir…thank you…"

"That's right.", I said, pouring some water down over her dirty breasts as she moaned out loud.

"Thank you Sir.", she sounded so grateful for that.

"Alright, breaktime over.", I announced, "All those bricks you stacked up so nicely…"

She looked proud of herself…for a second.

"Move them all now to the Southeast corner.", I ordered, taking a big sip of the water, turning away from her.

She nearly cried.

"And if I have to tell you where Southeast is I'm going to be very disappointed.", I added.

I nearly smiled as she looked around…trying to figure it out.

"That corner.", I pointed all the way over to the furthest corner away from where her huge neat pile was.

She sniffled a little bit but she began to move the bricks, starting over again.

We had begun this at 6 am. It took 3 hours for her to make the first pile. 9am. Now moving all those stones again took until about 12pm. There was still a lot of time in the day left.

"Lunch.", I said without feeling and a big part of me wanted to take my cock out and let her have that for lunch. But that would come after she officially belonged to me.

I took out some crushed ice cubes and fed them to her as she knelt in front of me. She ate them all as if she were starving, thankful and even licking my fingers, sucking the water off. I allowed it…I wanted it.

I decided to give her a little break and let her pull all the weeds in the field now that the bricks were gone. She didn't like that announcement either.

I gave her a little bag that went over one shoulder for her to put the weeds into. She pulled her hair back and tied it into a bun.

"Did I say you could do that to your hair, Swan ?"

"No Sir."

"Put it back.", I barked.

So on her knees in the dirt she began pulling out some deeply ingrown weeds. Some of them were difficult to pry out…others easier.

At one point, she stopped moving, closing her eyes a moment.

"Are you resting, Swan ?", I was right on her, my flogger ready.

"No Sir.", she used a tone with me and her eyes didn't look at me correctly.

"Up.", I snapped my flogger across her breasts and she jumped up…

"Grab that tree.", I demanded, pointing to it.

She went, touching the tree.

"I said grab it !", I shouted, "Arms around it ! Hug it tight !"

She did as I asked, her poor breasts against the jagged bark.

"Open those legs.", I further ordered, "More !"

She got ten lashes for insubordinance. She was softly mewling and whimpering when it was over but no backtalk.

After that, there was raking to be done…so many leaves. Then I had her use her hands to put them into garbage bags. It was even more entertaining when the winds picked up a bit.

After that, I brought her a shovel and said, "Dig some holes. Make them deep."

"How deep Sir ?", she asked, sounding so tired.

"I don't know….", I shrugged, "I'll let you know when you can begin a new hole."

Digging a hole in the ground is no easy feat, especially with bare feet. It's very hard to drive your foot down on a shovel that way. But she did pretty well.

It was around 3pm when I announced, "Water break, Swan."

"Ohhhh…", she got down upon her knees and hands behind her filthy back, her mouth open, tongue out.

She really loves water now.

"Not here.", I said, taking the short chain leash off the longer one. I took her by the short leash and lead her away.

I walked, she crawled on all fours to the woods a few yards away. I always loved playing with my girls in the woods. It's important to enjoy nature.

"Pick up the pace, Swan.", I yanked the leash a bit roughly, "Almost there."

It had gotten very warm about 80 degrees, not unusual for September around here. I had something that would cool her off, she looked so sweaty and dirty.

I brought her to a spot no one would ever find out here…the sun was raining down through the trees as I stopped and looked down at a circular little opening there, a little round cage door over the hole.

I opened it and looked in. It was pretty clean. Amy Bower was the last girl in there and I had her hose it out when she was through.

"Get in there, Swan.", I said blankly.

She looked down in there and panicked for a second but I held the leash firmly.

"Swan !", I gritted through my teeth, "It's alright. It's rubber inside…look. It's only a few feet deep."

"Do you trust me ?", I asked her sternly.

I was almost afraid of her answer. She shouldn't trust me at all.

"Yes Sir.", she whimpered.

"Then get in.", I ordered.

"Stand.", I pulled her hair up as she rose to her feet, "Put your feet in…see it's very roomy."

She breathed out, afraid as I put my hand on her head and gently shoved her down.

"Kneel down.", I told her.

"Mr. Cu—", she began, "Sir…"

"KNEEL down I said.", I made my voice harsh.

She gave a pitiful little sound and knelt down. I gently moved her head down further, just a bit, so I could close the lid over her face. It was open, thin little bars going up and down across it. I padlocked the lid closed in the cement block next to the hole as she looked up at me.

"Be good and I'll leave it open.", I knelt beside the hole, "But act up and watch…"

I flipped the dial next to the lid and the bars turned and closed like mini blinds, closing completely.

"NO NO NO!', she screamed but I opened the lid up.

"Relax.", I stared down at her, "You are fine."

'Uhhhh", she groaned, not sure about this.

"You can do this.", I assured her, "I won't leave."

"Oh wait…", I said, "I have to just go over here a second…."

When I came back her fingers were around the little bars, her face close underneath them as she tried to see where I went.

"Hands off that.", I scowled, "Put those behind your back."

"Please don't leave…", she pleaded.

"I'm not, I'm not…", I assured.

She put her hands in and behind her, shivering…her eyes looking at me, nervously.

"Is it comfortable in there ?", I asked, standing now over the hole.

"Yes Sir.", she moved a bit, adjusting herself inside.

"You may sit on your knees…" I eased my voice a bit, wanting her to relax.

I was holding the coil of hose from a few feet away. I had built this all myself and was pretty happy with it. The girls all were afraid of it…until they saw they were safe in there.

I placed the opening of the hose down into the hole, behind her, pushing it all the way down to where her ass would be.

Then I turned the nozzle on full. Cold water rushed out of the hose and slowly began to fill the bottom of the hole.

"UUHHHHH", she cried out, the cold water surprising her a bit as it sprayed over her muddy, sore ass.

"Oh MY GOD !", she screeched, turning and looking down into the hole, "MR CULLEN !"

"If you say my name again I'm closing that door.", I warned, "You got it ?"

"Yes Sir.", she trembled, looking into my eyes from down there.

"The water will not fill all the way up.", I assured her, "I'll stop it when it reaches your chin."

"Noooo…", she whined a little.

"Shhhh…", I stood there, waiting for her to calm herself.

"I want you silent.", I said with a more tender tone.

"Trust your Master…", I said, "Without that, there is nothing for us."

She did quiet then….and the water began to rise around her…

"Breathe…", I said as I watched her face, "Look at me. Look into my eyes."

She obeyed me and took short little breaths…she stared into my eyes and her breathing began to calm.

I let the water come up to her chin, as she tipped her face straight up to avoid swallowing water. I turned off the nozzle.

"Now it's off.", I told her, her eyes staring at mine still, "Feel the cool water…after all the hot work you've done…it's pretty nice, isn't it ?"

"Yes Sir.", she tried to sound brave.

At one point she lowered her chin a bit and swallowed a bit of water, choking, she thrashed her head and looked up, coughing.

"Chin up, Miss Swan.", I tilted my head, watching her.

"That's a good girl.", I smiled wickedly at her, my hand giving my flogger a stroke over my other shoulder as I enjoyed her fear. It made a heavenly scent mixed with her blood.

"I hope it doesn't rain.", I commented, watching her eyes widen all over again, "Uh oh…did I lose the

key ?"

"UUGGHHHH", she struggled mentally, wanting to grab the door but forcing herself not to dare it.

"Oh no…", I went into my jeans, "Here it is."

I started playing with the key…tossing it up and down over her cage, catching it every time.

"If I dropped it in there….", I thought aloud, "That would be terrible. You'd have to go under the water to get it."

I only did that to four girls before…they deserved it.

I held the key up and said to her, "Open your mouth."

She looked confused but did it, her lips touching the bars that sealed her within.

I lowered the key a bit and asked, "Would you swallow the key if I told you to ?"

Her eyes rounded in horror.

"I'm just kidding.", I smiled, "Only one girl had that experience. Then she had to wait 3 days to evacuate the key…she had to dig through her own feces…it wasn't pretty."

She was shaking again but I calmed her.

"But there's school tomorrow.", I thought aloud, "You wouldn't want to miss gym class."

I sat on the grass beside the hole, my finger spinning the key, first this way….then the other…

"So Miss Swan…", I had a wicked thought, "Care to play a game ?"

"Yes Sir.", she trembled.

"Okay….the game is volleyball trivia.", I revealed, "Every wrong answer will get you further and further into trouble. Right answers will get you a nice round of applause from your Sir."

Her hair was wet, only her face was out of the water. She looked so beautiful in there, like a captive mermaid.

"Alright, round one.", I began, "Ummmm…. How many times are you allowed to hit the ball before returning it over the net ?"

"Once.", she answered, her voice sounding very uptight.

"Once ?", I asked her, frowning.

She gave a nod and I sounded the buzzer, "I'm sorry Miss Swan the answer is three."

"You said I could only hit the ball once!", she argued.

"A TEAM hits the ball three times in total.", I informed. Yes I tricked her. Oh well.

"You didn't say a TEAM !", she shouted back.

"Are you raising your voice to me ?", I asked her, squinting at her down there.

"No Sir."

"I think you did.", I replied, "Don't make me angry, Swan. I could close the lid, cover it with leaves and walk away."

"No Sir…I'm sorry Sir.", she pleaded.

"I could fill up this hole with dirt now.", I let her think about that one.

"No Sir..please…", she stared up at me.

"Calm down Swan I wouldn't really do that…Jesus what do you think I am ?", I asked her.

She has no idea what I am.

I love mind fucking these little girls. It was sweet revenge for the hellish days of gym classes they put me through.

I turned another dial and a wide circle opened up in the center of the door.

"Put your head up in there, Swan.", I smiled at her.

I often used this little feature to shove my dick into a girl's mouth and have her suck me until I was satisfied…but Swan is new…she's not ready for that yet. Someday….

She put her head in, raising it up out of the hole a bit, now more upon her knees down there.

"Better ?", I asked her, moving her wet hair out of her face.

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.", she quivered, happier now.

"Do you want to kiss me ?", I asked her, making my smile as warm as I could.

"Yes Sir.", she smiled sweetly up at me. She's so easily pleased.

"You do ?", I asked, amazed.

She nodded and smiled more.

"Alright wait…let me get down more.", I smiled, laying completely on my stomach and chest now, upon my crossed arms so my head was a little above hers.

She had laughed as I got down. She laughed ! She IS twisted. I might just fall in love with this girl….if I could love anything.

"Kiss me.", I eyed her, opening my lips and closing my eyes, letting my nose move up over her lips.

She captured my lips with hers finally and gave me the most aggressive kiss I've had in a long time.

It was like she was starving for my mouth and she bit my bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, licking and inviting me in to lick her tongue. I accepted, and our tongues were battling for power. I took hold of her wet head and pulled her up a bit more without hurting her. We were making out this way for a long time…frankly I didn't want it to end. I love the taste of her…it's almost like drinking her blood…almost. I moved my face and let her kiss my neck, she did and licked, trying to bite my neck with her hungry teeth. I let her do it and I smiled as she tried to play vampire with me.

"Bite me again.", I said, my voice thick with lust.

I let her have the other side of my neck and she bit and nibbled and licked and sucked everything she could reach there.

"Are you trying to convince me to release you, slut?", I smiled down at her.

"Yes Sir.", she gave a mischievous little grin.

"You're a brave little bitch, aren't you ?", I wondered aloud, very pleased with her right now.

"Back down.", I pressed gently on her head as she gave a little mew sound.

I turned the dial and the open circle closed, but the bars were still open so she could see me.

"Come here.", I motioned with my finger, putting my lips against the bars.

She smirked and brought her mouth to the bars, trying to kiss me through them as I returned, sticking my tongue in there….she lapped it with her own tongue, moaning and sucking my tongue.

"Oh, you little temptress.", I smiled down at her, "I LIKE you, Swan."

"I like you too, Sir.", she replied, her tongue on the bars, wanting me back there.

I put my two fingers in there and she sucked them into her mouth, licking hotly and moaning against my skin, her vibrations too divine to ignore.

With gentle fingers, I slowly pushed down as she sucked and she looked at me, her eyes big as her face went a hair beneath the water. She kept sucking and looking up at me, closing her eyes under the water and trusting me to let her back up.

I soon did, bringing my fingers up and letting her face rise above the cold surface. She closed her wet eyes and licked the water from my fingers…and biting them with her weak mortal teeth.

Fuck this is turning me on.

I played with her this way for a while, we both seemed to be enjoying our dark little secret.

Too soon, I decided to let her out because I wanted the rest of her body so badly.

I put the key down in the bars and she licked it with her tongue, kissing it, sucking on the end a bit.

I loved that.

I put the key in its lock and opened the door, opening it and helping her get out of it. I had her hands in mine as she climbed out and she grabbed my hair, kissing me even more violently.

In seconds, we were on the grass, and she was grabbing my white shirt, trying to yank it up as I let out a little growl and took her right nipple into my mouth.

"No.", something in me forced me to say, "No."

She looked confused and sad as I pulled away and swallowed, taking her leash in my hand again, pulling it so it tightened a bit, just enough to snap her out of it.

"Come.", I said coldly before she could say a word. And I dragged her behind me as she tried to keep up, on hands and knees, and I wasn't even caring to go slowly so she would not hurt herself. I could hear her struggling and making her little sounds behind me.

Without another word, I took her back into the broken hospital wing. It was starting to darken outside as we came back inside. I brought her into one of the bathrooms. It wasn't like a normal bathroom of today, there were several tubs and it was a large open room. A couple of the tubs were still functional and I used them often in the past. But we needed the shower for now. Miss Swan was filthy and foul smelling and I needed to correct that.

I quickly brought her to the showers, there were about six in the one large room, all in white tile, a common design in the fifties when this was running. In the floor there were drains.

I quietly eyed her as I unlocked the chain around her neck. She just stared up at me as I took her hands and in front of her, I coiled the chains around her wrists. I smiled at her and lifted her up a couple feet, hooking the chains into a large metal hook that hung there. This did not hurt her but the pressure was on the chains. Her little feet dangled a foot above the floor.

I spun her around, her back to me, and turned the hot and cold dials to give her a nice warm spray pouring over her body.

"Aaahhhhhh", she moaned, looking up and letting the water rain down over her, slowly pushing all the dirt and sweat down her fair skin, over her hair…it was like wet silk. She could not see me but I was taking my shirt off…and then my fingers were unbuttoning my gray jeans. I pulled them down and stepped out of them, watching her wet body shine in the hazy twilight that poured in from above.

She was sticking her breasts out under the steamy water…arching her back as if pulling me to her with a rope I couldn't see. I tore my underwear from my body, holding it in my hand as I came up behind her.

My hands touched her, moving down her sides as she seemed surprised and glad I was there. I touched her hair and smoothed it down her back, loving the feel of it. She laid her head back on my chest, giving a small moan and a deep breath.

Fuck the rules, I snarled to myself as I took hold of her legs and put them around my waist. She tried to hold them there but I helped her with my hands. I held her hips to me and put the tip of my penis into her pussy lips….she gave a sound of desire and want…and I brought her body to me, penetrating her in one long stroke all the way inside…her voice cried out…a twinge of pain but mostly pleasure.

I remained there a few seconds, knowing I had just pierced the hymen that made her a virgin. Her blood is on my cock was all I could think. My lucky cock. My head rested on her back, against her hot wet hair as she mewed and tried to move her hips against me.

I let out a very satisfied growl, and opened my eyes, knowing they would be red to anyone who would look at them now.

Without weighing all the options of how terribly this could end up, I took hold of her hourglass hips and moved her up and down as the water moved over her body…she screamed out, arching and locking her feet around my back as I began to drive harder into her.

I didn't hide my noises as I let my head fall back, her lips so fucking tight around me they were like hot fingers of flame. The hot water was making her blood so warm… the arousal and pheromones adding to the heavenly scent that I was becoming hooked on.

My brain tried to cut in and remind me not to lose control. Do not drink her blood yet ! Do not ! You aren't ready yet…you will kill her. And then this is over.

I shoved the poindexter's face away and pumped into her more forcefully, my grunting and groaning increasing in volume but I didn't care. I knew how hard I could go with a human before actually causing them permanent damage so I was not going to cross that line. But I had to just keep fucking her and pounding her…our bodies slamming together as I kept moving her up and down over my delirious dick.

She sounded like she was crying and coming at the same time as I kept ravaging her, squeezing her ass, then her breasts, my cock so strong I could bounce her on it without any hands at all.

"OH FUCKING GOD !", she screamed, "FUCK ! FUCK ! SHIT !"

I'll get her for that later. Right now I'm too fucking busy.

I slapped my hand over her mouth and listened to her muffled screams as I banged her silly.

For me it could be hours before I ejaculated but that would hurt my little Swan so I would go for 20 minutes and give her a little break.

Her little fingers above were clawed and extended as I kept fucking that hot little pussy. I wished I could fuck this forever before my brain could think myself out of that statement. There is something unique about this human, my body was telling me…not the fucking…even though it was god damned mindblowing….but her smell…her body…her voice…every strand of her hair…the tiny little hairs on her arms…her molecules…every single little thing about her surrounded me and came after me with their chains…ready to enslave me.

"RRRRRRRR !", she growled against my hand as she came and came and came again, dancing on the end of my cock as it plunged into her again and again without mercy.

I pulled out and spun her around to face me and I took her by the ankles, hoisting them up and near her head, leaving her wet sore pussy open to me as it dived in hard again.

She screamed, her mouth free now and her head laid back as I took her over and over again. Her pussy swung back and forth to me as she dangled from the chains and we were both screaming before too long.

Finally, I began to slow a bit…her body had orgasmed a few times in a row and she looked like she needed a little break. My mind controlled my teeth and I pulled away before I could bite her.

Instead, I moved around behind a column of white tile and bit my teeth into the porcelain there.

She did not see me but I had to bite something or she would have surely been the victim.

I bit down again as the white crumbled like potato chips in my mouth. A loud raging roar tore out of my throat and for a moment I cursed my mother, I cursed Esme, I cursed my father, whoever he was, I cursed James…I cursed all the girls in the brothel I grew up in, and most of all I cursed myself. I would've given anything to have just been a human boy who could make love to her and have it be making love….and not have it endanger her life. I would've risked getting caught and being punished if I could be some kid who she wanted.

There's my human side again, being pathetic. Stop wasting your time on dreams that will never come true. This is now and this is how it is. Just have her now, the way you can. We'll figure it out later.

The water was still pouring down her body as she hung there alone. I came back to her, looking into her face as she looked down at me. I reached for the body wash behind her and poured some into my hands….and slowly began to lather her body, placing a kiss on every inch of her after the white bubbles rose from her flesh. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I washed her carefully…thoroughly…slowly.

She made the most devilish little sounds as I licked her soapy nipple…taking a soft nibble, breathing on it…closing my lips over it again and again.

I almost asked if she was alright but I looked into her face and saw that she was MORE than alright. She looked high on something up there. I guess that's how I felt too.

I was trying to inhale her breasts, one then the other as I kept moving my hands over her, soaping her up, clutching her ass in my hands.

I felt myself moving down….down her torso…down to that wet, hot soapy pussy…my fingers were claws and moved over both her inner thighs as she gave a rough yelp, opening her legs to me, wanting more.

I saw that vein smiling at me….I fell to my knees there and struggled in my head to not go any further.

I wanted to weep the pull was so fucking strong – WHAT THE HELL IS SHE ?!

To fight the pull was painful I noticed and I would rather be on the rack than move away from her.

I stayed down there for six lifetimes it seemed. I'm sure Bella is wondering if I fell asleep or something.

Breathe in….breathe out…get control. Get your composure back. Find the will to stop. Now, Cullen!

Back away !

Finally I talked myself to a good place, a stronger place. I don't know how the fuck I did it but I did.

I slowly kissed the vein in front of me and knew I would visit it someday soon. I stood up and her legs wrapped around me again. I reached behind her and turned off the water. I reached up and took her chains off the hook. I put her over my shoulder and mechanically walked back to the room where her little bed was from this morning.

Without a word, I tied her up quickly, ankles together, knees together, wrists together in front of her. I tossed her onto one of the cages and secured her to the bars on top. Her little ass was sticking up in the air as I shoved her head down between the bars, looking down into the inside of the cage.

At least this way, her pussy was hidden from me where I could not easily get to that vein. That's what my mind told me.

She just waited there, silently, for me. I was naked still and I put my foot up on the cage top, and came up to that wicked little pussy, wanting another shot at mastering its hold over me. Maybe if I keep fucking it the power will decrease. Let's test that theory.

I sunk myself in slowly again, moving until I got all the way inside it again as she roared out, her hips moving against me.

I stood there, not moving, letting her take the wheel. Let's see what happens.

"Come on slut." , my demon voice said, "Fuck your Master. I'm not going to move…you do all the work. You're the slave."

"Yes Sir.", she whimpered, moving back and forth as hard as she could, her moans getting louder and louder as she worked herself around me. I tried to keep myself silent, pretending it was just like any other pussy. I reached over next to me and stuck a thick pipe into my own mouth, biting down on it as she kept getting more and more confidant with each thrust.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKKK

I couldn't stand it anymore. I clutched her ass and I made her slam into me over and over again as she howled and screamed.

I felt the pipe in my mouth weakening a bit as I clamped down over it…the venom pooling in my mouth and starting to drool out a bit. I didn't give a fuck.

I could see her breasts bouncing up and down over the cage as I fucked her more violently than the shower. Her voice was everything as she groaned and grunted at the end of my cock.

My fingers buried themselves in her hair and I brought her body up to me as she growled UUGGGHHHHHH, bouncing and panting. My hands both took hold of her neck….just putting a bit of pressure there….then I had one hand under her chin as she started panting and speaking at the same time.

"Oh God…Sir….", she breathed, "Soooo good, Sir….so fucking good ! Ohhh pleasseee don't stop Sir….PLEASE !"

I didn't say anything in fear I'd lose my battle with the pipe.

"OHH FUCK', she howled, "I'M TRYING NOT TO ASK FOR PERMISSION TO COME AGAIN, SIR, BUT I NEED TO…PLEASE…PLEASE…LET ME COME ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING COCK PLEASE !"

I pictured myself standing over her coffin saying, "What can I say about Bella Swan ? I only knew her for a week…but she was the worst volleyball player I've ever seen."

"IT'S SO DEEP…", she wept, "PLEASE SIR PLEASE !"

She let out a very high pitched sound and I covered her mouth tight. Maybe if I stop the witch from speaking the spell won't work on me. Yes I was losing my mind.

"CCCMMM", I said the word come through my pipe. She didn't seem to notice my mouth was full.

Then this deep guttural sound came tearing from within her and it was like knives stabbing me.

"There…", I said after I took the pipe out of my mouth, "There it is…"

She had a very crippling orgasm and she was still spasming but I still wanted more…and I felt myself pumping against her a little bit more. She screamed out again, unable to take much more.

I gave her a moment…then I brought her up to rest against my chest, grabbing her neck again and sneering into her ear, "You didn't thank me, slut."

"Ohhh thank you Sir.", she was still panting and spent, already tired from her 9 hour day of labor before this.

"And your filthy little mouth is still not clean.", I informed, finding it difficult to sound stern with her.

"I'm sorry Sir…I'm sorry…", she cried, weak with lust.

I moved again inside her and she moaned out loud, shaking as I said, "What are we going to do about you, slut ?"

"I don't know Sir.", she whimpered, roaring again.

"I think I should keep fucking you until the sun comes up…", I purred in her ear, moving in and out inside her sensitive little pussy walls, "What do you think, Swan ?"

"Ohhh yesss…please keep fucking me…Sir…please….", she cried.

"Beg me for it.", I took hold of her neck again.

"PLEASE SIR I BEG YOU I BEG YOU I FUCKING BEG YOU…DON'T STOP FUCKING ME EVER !", she squealed.

"Well eventually I WILL stop.", I rammed into her again, "Once you begin to bore me…"

Okay. This is the way I talk to the normal ones. This is good. This feels normal.

"Yes Sir.", she agreed, roaring and bucking again.

"That nasty mouth of yours", I grunted, "I know how to keep you respectful. I'll just ram my cock into it so it can't curse again, how's that sound ?"

"Yes Sir!", she was on fire now, like an animal.

"Beg me for my cock in your mouth.", I toyed with her, pushing in and out, going steady but not as hard as before.

This is not the plan for the first weekend, my mind tried to cut in again.

I'll FUCKING KILL YOU NERD IF YOU INTERJECT AGAIN !

"Please Sir shove your thick cock into my mouth PLEASE !", she begged, louder, "PLEASE SIR I'LL DO A GOOD JOB I SWEAR !"

Fuck this girl is killing me. It's like she WANTS to die.

I drove in harder again, pounding with both my hands on her hips, making her come hard against me over and over.

"YEAAAA YEEAAAAA YEEAAAAAAAA !", she was panting like she was taking her last breaths.

I began to slow…at this rate I will certainly hurt her. It was excruciating but I was forcing myself to slow down.

Just when she thought I was done….and she began to relax…my demon slammed into her again, one violent pound. She howled out, her body jerking and quivering.

And then one more…SLAM! She screamed and whimpered as I leashed the evil shit inside me and dragged him back to his hole.

That's enough playtime for YOU demon. Don't destroy my new dolly.

I really wanted to shove my cock into her mouth next but I forced myself not to. I didn't want to burn this girl to ashes on the first night.

This is a toy I want to play with for a long time.

Take out your fury on another girl I told myself. Alright. That works.

I leashed her neck again and put her on her mattress, and I was going to let her sleep for awhile. But the monster was hungry again ten minutes later.

Crawling over to her bed, I clawed it and pulled it along the floor to come back to me as she gasped, surprised I was back.

I held her down on her face and had my way with her again, holding her face away from me, her hair over it so I couldn't see her. I was trying everything to see if it lessened the agony and sweet fucking sensations I was getting from this little thing.

"Oh noooo", she screamed muffled into the mattress as I squatted over her and stabbed myself in again and again as she tried to struggle under me.

There was no clever banter here…as I usually did with my dolls…I just grunted and held the bent pipe in my teeth, drooling my venom onto her ass and back…giving her small little stings as the liquid landed on her human flesh. This would not harm her, just burn a bit. She was feeling that now…and gripping the mattress next to her head, trying to hold on as I pummeled her. I wanted to fuck her ass but I knew that would really hurt her without training first. I would have to be satisfied with her pussy…and I was.

I was scowling at her as I fucked her and fucked her. As if it was her fault that I was feeling everything I was feeling. Like she was fucking up my little routine. Like she would change me. And I didn't want to change.

It was like doing drugs…I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.

I had fucked her five times with a little time in between….I kept coming back, a little rougher each time.

But I did not damage her…I did not break bones or rip muscle or tear tissue. I had kept myself under a bit of control.

I was letting her sleep now…and she needed the rest. She pleaded for it.

I waited a couple hours and saw it was about 10pm. She needed to eat.

Nothing too heavy since she has school tomorrow, I told myself…and I decided on some nice soup. Lobster bisque. She had earned it today.

I made sure it wasn't super hot and came back to her bed under the stairs. She didn't hear me coming, she was worn out.

I was fully dressed now, a new pair of black jeans and a black t shirt. No shoes.

Without a word, I gently pulled on her leash. I had relocked it to the bannister.

"Ohhhh", she moaned weakly, "Noooooo"

She cried a little as I pulled her naked body towards me. It was like pulling a rag doll. She gave no fight.

"Come here, little slave.", I cooed sweetly, letting her think I wanted her again. I didn't blame her for the tears…I had fucked this girl so hard she'll walk funny tomorrow.

"Please Sir…", she tried to hold onto the mattress but she didn't even close her fingers over it.

"Silence.", I said without anger, "Be good and come here."

She weakly rolled over and got to her knees, her head down.

"Over here.", I made a kissing sound as I brought her to the bottom of the bannister.

"Sit down.", I said sweetly, then I put her nice soft cuffs on her wrists…putting them at her sides, up a bit, locked to the bars of the railing going up the stairs. I propped her head up and put a collar around her neck and the bar behind her head at the same time, securing it up there, looking straight ahead.

"Let me take care of you.", I mixed the soup up with the spoon as I sat next to her on the floor.

She didn't even fight when she saw me with a bowl and spoon again.

"Master got you a nice reward.", I informed her, "Open."

She opened her mouth with no sass, her eyes staring at me.

I put the spoonful in, this time not as forcefully as before. She ate it, expecting something bad….and then she slowly smiled up at me.

"Oh, you like that, huh ?", I smiled at her, "I'm glad. Have some more."

I fed her the whole bowl and she loved it. It made me feel good to make her smile. And the monster in me was pissed off at how I was acting.

Why don't you put a dress on and dance like Shirley Temple ? It asked me.

Fuck you Demon. Stay in your cage and shut up.

I gave her a nice glass of red wine, knowing that the women I'd been with always found that soothing after a good fucking.

She really enjoyed that too and wanted more.

"No no.", I said, as if I were her Daddy, "It's a school night. You don't want to have a hangover in gym class tomorrow, do you ?"

"Oh God no.", she smiled lazily, "My gym teacher is pure evil."

I smirked at that, liking it.

"He has to be.", I replied, "Who else would teach YOU volleyball unless they were trapped in Hell ?"

She giggled a little, seeming to be fine now.

"You'll have to go home soon, Swan.", I hated to say it, giving her cheek a soft stroke.

"Nooooo", she sounded like a child.

"Yesssss.", I copied her tone, tilting my head, "You've had a long day, little girl. You need some rest."

"But I want to sleep with you…", she was falling asleep right now, her voice fuzzy and fading.

"Not tonight, little one.", I sounded apologetic, starting to release her from her cuffs.

I dressed her as she fell asleep on her mattress. Next time I'd have to bring her some pajamas so I can just put her into her bed and disappear.

I brought her to her room and changed her into a long black t shirt that said "People…not a fan."

I liked it. I looked for socks with no holes in them but it seemed she had none.

Mental note: buy this girl some decent socks.

I put her into her bed and placed a kiss on her forehead. I felt my monster rolling his eyes. I never kiss anyone on the forehead. Where did THAT come from ?

She looked very content laying there. I turned off her light and left out her window.

There was just one more little test I usually gave my girls. And it would wound her.

I almost went right back and fucked her again…but I held myself back this time.

I went to my piano, knowing that would be the place to quiet the flames consuming me.

I kept playing her song all night.

Am I good enough….for you

To love me too ?

I knew the answer to that one.

Not a chance in Hell.

END OF CHAPTER 14