Chapter 6: Light Tight

"Go on." Pam pointed down the stairs. Trina stared down at the dusty floor and rickety staircase that looked about ready to collapse. She nervously looked up to the blonde who sighed, rolling her eyes. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Just go." She didn't sound too convincing as she didn't really seem to care about comforting the younger woman at the moment.

Trina swallowed and looked down once more before going down. She reached the bottom of the first staircase and turned right, stepping down the second set of stairs and reaching the hard cement floor of the basement. She got a chill as she looked around, feeling the cool air on the back of her neck and she now understood what she meant by 'light tight' as she saw no window in sight. There was no light source whatsoever, in fact. Not even a small lamp or even flashlight to brighten up the place even just a tiny bit.

Finally, after looking around for a while, she saw them...the two caskets that lay in the back corner of the cellar. One was a simple black with a decent shine to it. The other, however, was more elegant. She immediately knew this one was Pam's, as it was powder pink decorated with diamond-shaped carvings.

She slowly walked over to the corner and put her hand on the black coffin, feeling its smooth surface, then placing the same hand on Pam's. She walked from one end to the other, sliding her hand across the top of the case, feeling the bumps and the elaborate wood works. "May I?" She looked up to Pam, who was still on the other end of the basement, standing on the bottom step of the staircase. The blonde nodded once, giving Trina permission to open her coffin to see the ruffled fabric on the inside. "It...looks comfortable." Trina said, a bit shocked as she didn't expect a casket to look so welcoming.

"Well, it is to me." Pam answered nonchalantly with one hand on her hip and the other resting on the railing near the stairs.

Trina returned her gaze back to the inside of the coffin and she didn't know what it was, but she felt grief. It wasn't until now that she fully embraced the fact that Pam was dead. A part of her felt for her. The blonde could see her staring into her "bed" and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Sentimental situations always did that to her. She used her super speed, moving over to Trina and closing the coffin before any tears or whatever formed in the dark haired woman's brown orbs. "You're not going to cry for me, are you? Because I don't mind being dead...In fact Eric turning me was MY idea."

Trina snapped out of it and chuckled. "Me? Crying? Psh! I don't cry. I didn't even cry when I divorced the love of my life."

Pam, a bit impressed, tilted her head to the side, looking at the side of Trina's face as she still stared down at the pink casket. Shit! She knew she was beginning to like her...she saw them being friends in another life or under different circumstances. Perhaps Trina would've worked at her brothel had she been alive back in 1905.

"What are those for?" Pam heard the curious woman asking yet another question.

"What?" The blue eyed woman glared at the brunette.

"These." Trina walked over to the center of the basement where a large, lifesize wheel stood. Five poles with chains accenting the bottoms hung from the wheel attached to the ceiling.

"Oh, that." Pam rolled her eyes again, following Trina over to one of the poles. "This is a little torture device Eric came up with."

"Torture device?" The raven haired ex wife raised an eyebrow and let go of the pole she currently held onto. She giggled as if it were some sort of joke. "Who would you be torturing?"

Pam shrugged one shoulder, moving in closer to her. "Why? Are you scared it's be you?" She began to circle around the human who grew warm and swallowed hard.

"No." Her voice cracked as she tried to maintain her tough exterior. "Why? Would you torture a human?" Pam was now behind her, continuing to slowly circle her. "HAVE you tortured humans down here before?"

"Mmm..well, yes. But we also torture other vamps...if they give us too much trouble." Now Trina thought she knew what Pam had said to Eric in Swedish about what to do with Longshadow. "But sometimes we don't torture people down here...Sometimes we lock them up and leave 'em here. Waiting...wondering if they'll ever see the light of day again, or in a vampire's case, the moon." The blonde had finally fully circled Trina twice and she stopped behind her the second time around. "Sometimes we use this room for...other things."

Trina could feel the taller woman's breath on her neck from behind as she listened to Pam sniffing her, taking in her scent. Her heartbeat increased and Pamela smiled as her vampire ears could hear every beat of the woman's heart. Her mouth watered, wanting another taste of the brunette's blood. "Would you lock me up down here?" Trina's voice shook.

The vampire rested her own cheek to the human's in front of her, slowly whispering in her ear. "Yes, I would."

This caused Trina to whimper, and upon hearing the crack in the young woman's voice, Pam used her super speed, chaining her hands up to the top of two of the poles and she did the same to her feet after slyly taking off the brunette's heels in the process. Following the removal of Trina's shoes came the riddance of her dress as Pam ripped it off her body revealing just the thong she wore underneath. She went braless and Pam found it arousing that the former stewardess wore the g-string just introduced a couple years ago.

The vampire could see the woman's heart beating through her chest and she let her fangs show before rushing to bite the woman's breast. Trina screamed as it was quick and unexpected...as well as very painful. Yet, it caused her to moan as well. She felt the burning at her core as more and more of her blood left her body, entering the vampire's mouth.

Eventually Pamela stopped sucking at the blood from her breast as she moved to make another bite in Trina's abdominal area. She bit her left side, then her right side, this one closer to the belly button, then just above the hip. The swinger wished that she had experienced this more in her sex life and she definitely noticed the excitement of anticipating when the next bite would come, unaware of how different each bite felt. Her eyes grew more tired the more blood Pam had partaken. She recognized that feeling from when she once donated blood to the Red Cross.

Soon enough, Pam found her way to the most succulent part of a human to a vampire...the femoral artery. She bit close to Trina's core and the younger of the two wanted to scream because of the mixture of pain and agony of wanting Pam's tongue inside her, but she didn't scream, she couldn't for she was too exhausted due to her blood loss. Finally, the blonde finished eating and she licked her lips, moaning at the sweet taste as she swallowed the last bit. Once she opened her eyes, she reveled in the sight of blood dripping down the woman's body.

Trina barely opened her own orbs as she looked down at the vampire standing below her chained up to these poles. She so desperately wanted to get down, her body feeling weak. Pam looked up into her brown eyes, needing to kiss her. But as tall as she was, she couldn't reach Trina's lips. So the blonde used her vampire abilities and levitated, giving her easier access to her lips. She didn't even give the brunette a minute to breathe before sticking her tongue in the human's mouth, tasting her own blood on it. To her own surprise, Mrs. Decker could taste how much richer the blood from her femoral artery was compared to the blood of her neck from the night before.

The younger of the two wanted so badly to touch the vampire, just to feel her cold skin in her warm hands as she kissed her back. But her hands were otherwise preoccupied as she was too weak to try and break free from her restraints. The cool chill in the air of the basement caused her nipples to harden even more and her goosebumps, for some reason, made her grow even more wet at her core.

Her body exposed, her hands above her head, and her legs spread open due to the chains around her ankles tied to each pole made her desperate for another touch from the blonde's slender fingers. As their tongues intertwined, Trina moaned, hoping Pam would know exactly what she needed. The vampire's icy blue eyes shot open and she stopped the kiss, sliding her hands up and down Trina's sides as she needed. The chill of her hands made the size of the brunette's goosebumps multiply and Pam brought her hands up to cup the woman's breasts. She squeezed them, smiling at the look on the human's face before slowly moving her hands up her chest and onto her neck, massaging it a bit. Soon her fingers were in Trina's short hair and she gave it a tiny tug, forcing the weak woman to lull her head back and Pam sunk her fangs into her neck, just to get one last taste before retracting her fangs and floating back to the floor beneath Trina.

The blonde picked up one of Trina's heels. "Hm...these are cute." The chained up woman struggled to open her eyes a bit more to see what she was speaking about. "Where'd you get them?" Pam asked seriously.

The naked stewardess cleared her throat. "Um, I don't remember."

"Were they expensive?" The woman almost a century old wondered.

"I-" Trina shook her head. "...I can't remember." She was too weak to even care at the moment and Pam's smile grew even wider than she'd ever seen.

"Good." Suddenly, the shoe was broken into two pieces as Pam pulled the thick, five inch heel right off, throwing the sole of the shoe to the side and rushing to Trina, pushing the heel into her core.

Unsure of what was happening, the brunette's eyes opened widely and she wanted to protest...until after a few more pumps, she began to like it...nay, love it. What in the hell is she doing to me? Trina happened to think in the middle of all this. She recalled yelling at Tom and his friends for trying stuff like this on her and she absolutely would not have it. But with Pam...she just let her do it. Was it the fact that she was a woman and she didn't have anything else to use besides her fingers? Was it because she was a vampire and she could manipulate her? Maybe it was because she was just too weak from losing all that blood to protest? Who knew? She didn't...and frankly, at the moment she didn't care.

Yes, it was a bit painful at first, but soon enough, she was numb and only feeling the wonderful sensations moving throughout her body. This was now the second night in a row that Pam had done something to her, yet she hadn't touched her yet. That drove her crazy and she wished her hands were untied now. But having them tied made the feeling more climactic and harder to control herself. She knew she was trying to buck her hips, but she was still too weak.

Fortunately, she was more prone to screaming due to her lack of strength to fight against the urge. She moaned and screamed and whimpered, her body shaking as she clung to the chains around her wrists, blood now dripping from them as well as her bite marks. She squeezes the chains as hard as she could when she noticed Pam going down on her along with the heel, her tongue teasing her clit and her teeth biting at it. Trina was nervous the vampire's fangs would accidentally pop out, breaking the skin of her clitoris, but she thought, "What the hell?,"considering she was already now bleeding everywhere.

"Pamela!" She whimpered, her eyes tightly shut and she bit her bottom lip, feeling her walls beginning to close. It was now that she felt the pain from every bite and the chains eating away at her skin. She ignored it as she reached her high and Pam pulled the heel out finally, replacing it with three of her fingers just to bring her down and she finished sucking at her clit, though she didn't take her fingers out right away. She spit out Trina's juices before taking another sip of her femoral artery and releasing her hand from the human's core.

The blonde looked at the wetness on her fingers and rolled her eyes before turning away from the brunette. She started for the stairs and Trina called out to her, confused. "Hey, where are you going? Aren't you going to get me down?"

"Don't call me 'Pamela.'" The vampire was serious, only ever letting Eric call her by her full name.

She almost reached the top step when she heard, "Hey, bitch!" and she stopped, her hand on the doorknob.