Virgin Blood

Chapter 3

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She woke up with a start, only to realize that Edward was in the room. He was standing over her, looking down at her curiously.

Bella was still bound. The gag in her mouth prevented her speech, and her cheeks were stained from her tears.

Abruptly, Edward pulled her skirts up as Jasper had done. Her thin thighs were spread cruelly apart, her pink folds visible between her pale labia. She was so much more humiliated for the fact that her mound was lasciviously bald to his greedy gaze. He left the blanket covering her chest alone.

Bella whimpered through her gag as Edward sat lazily on the bed, his movements slow and relaxed.

"Lovely," he murmured as he used one finger to stroke her slit. Bella's hips involuntarily jerked. When he pulled his finger away, Bella was suprised to see that it had blood on it. She quickly realized that she must have started her monthly flow.

Edward brought his finger to his mouth and licked away her blood. He got a reverent look on his face like he was enjoying the finest cuisine.

Bella panicked a little as Edard climbed onto the bed. She cried into her gag. He posisitoned his head at the apex of her legs, and with horror, Bella realized what he was about to do. Like his finger had before, Edward's tongue stroked her slit gently, barely touching her. Bella's sex throbbed at the contact, even as she squeeled in humiliation.

He licked her again, this time putting enough pressure so it penetrated her slit, licking the inside of her labia. Bella moaned and jerked.

He stopped and looked up at her. "Menstrual blood is quite unique," he said, 'I get tired of eating the same old thing every day." He licked her again. "And it never taste's so good as when it is at its freshest," and to punctuate his words, his tongue darted out to taste her once more.

"And no hair to get in the way," he added as an after-thought, grinning wickedly at her, seemingly to laugh to himself at the humiliation he knew she must have suffered. Bella glared at him, about the only thing she could do, but he wasn't looking at her face then anyway.

"Your getting excited for me," he spoke, "I can taste your juices."

Bella lifted her head so she could see his face. He was looking at her strangely. He then suddenly reached up and ripped off her gag. He pulled the fabric from Bella's mouth, which was now covered in spit, and threw it aside.

Bella's breathing was heavy, perhaps a little from fear, but from something else more, something Bella didn't really know what to call. Though she was no longer gagged, Bella still didn't speak.

"Do you know what that is, little virgin?" Edward asked.

"What?" Bella's voice was breathless, she couldn't think straight. Wasn't it enough that he was sexually torturing her? Did he have to to tease and torment her with his words as well?

"The juices your body is making?" Edward asked. As he spoke, he rubbed the inside of her thighs with his hands. Though they were cold, they produced a heat within Bella that she was ashamed of.

Bella didn't answer. She didn't know. Edward spoke despite her silence. "It's your body getting ready for my penetration," his voice was tender, despite what he was doing to the tied up girl. "Your excited by what I'm doing."

Bella's shame grew tenfold, knowing that he knew the affect he was having on her body.

"A-are you going to rape me?" Bella's voice quivered.

Edward smiled, always in complete control. "No. Your virgin blood taste's much too good, and I'm still enjoying it yet," he explained.

Edward kissed the inside of her thigh almost tenderly.

But then he bit.

Bella cried out as his fangs entered her. The blood rushed readily from her inner thigh, and Edward drank greedily. Bella could feel the tightness where he sucked, and she started to feel light-headed.

Edward stopped before she passed out this time, though she closed her eyes in weakness. When he was done drinking, he stood up and walked out of the room, not bothering to cover her nakedness back up with her skirt.

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Bella must have fallen asleep, for when she woke up, it was morning. Her hands and feet had been released from their bonds and she had been covered up with a blanket. A tray of food was sitting by her bedside.

Bella felt terrible upon awaking, like she had just been run over by a stampede or fallen off a cliff. Her whole body was tired and sore and she felt very weak. Her shoulders ached from the way they had been bound over her head. Her body was crampy due to her time of month. There was a pain in her thigh.

Bella sat up weakly and threw the cover off her body. She pulled up her skirt to her waist. First she gingerly touched the spot where Edward had bitten her on her thigh. There were two little pink marks from his fangs, but otherwise the wound was healed. Bella then touched her bald mound. It was felt very smooth and strange. There was some dried blood on her, from where she must have bled while she was asleep.

She threw her skirts back down over herself, and situated the blanket that had become her makeshift blouse back over her shoulders, tying it in place around her. Bella then ate her breakfast. To her great delight and astonishment, there were fresh strawberries sitting on the tray. This was the first time since her capture here that she had been offered fresh fruit. Bella gobbled them up greedily.

She ate her meal quickly, and afterwards she went to the door. It was locked, naturally. Bella quickly assesed the situation. Perhaps it would be best to wait a day or two before escaping. She was very weak now as it it was. She could wait for a time when she had more strength. She also didn't know what time it was now, how close to lunch. The blond man could bring her a tray at any time. If she could choose, she could plan to leave right after her morning tray, to optimize escape time.

Then again, on the other hand, she didn't know what was going to happen to her. Perhaps they had something else planned and Bella might lose her only chance to escape.

As she thought about it, she picked her hair pin up from where it had fallen on the floor. She sat down on the bed, staring at the door. She got up and looked out the window. As far as she could tell, the sun was high in the sky. He could be bringing her a noon meal any minute.

Bella decided to wait until after the blond man brought her lunch, but decided to put it off no longer. Though she was still weak, she felt that it was too much of a risk to wait.

Bella waited nervously, but she didn't have to wait long. The blond man was soon at her door, but Bella realized immediately that he wasn't carrying a tray of food. Her stomach plummetted. If he wasn't here to bring her food, what was he here for?

"Come with me," he spoke. Bella hadn't left the room in three days.

"Where?" she asked nervously.

"No talking," he said his usual response. He wasn't looking at her again. He went to the door, waiting expectantly for her to follow him. Bella did.

He led her down the hallway that Bella only got a glimpse of previously. When he turned the corner, Bella did all she could to take in the layout of the place as he led her.

He led her to a back staircase, narrow, probably meant for servants. He pushed her in front of him without a word, and Bella gripped the railing as she descended. He followed closely behind her.

She started to feel the fear rise in her chest. Not knowing where she was being led or what to expect when they got there was horrible. She wanted to ask, but had a feeling that it wouldn't make much of a difference. If it were Edward leading her, she thought, he would tell her. Not to alleviate her fears, certainly, but only becuase he seemed to like explaining things.

The staircase ended in a small hallway. Bella looked anxiously around. "This way," the man spoke gruffly, pushing her to the right. He opend a door, and Bella saw that there was another set of stairs. She realized that, like before, he wanted her to go down before him.

Bella could sense that they were now walking down below main floor of the house. Bella felt a terrible sense of dread. Was he taking her to some sort of dungeon?

When the stairs ended, Bella was quite surprised by what she saw. The room they were in appeared to be furnished just as nicely as the upper rooms. There were gas lantens on the walls that illuminated the room from the total darkness it would be in otherwise.

"Thank you, Jasper," Edward spoke, causing Bella to jump. Jasper nodded and left the room back up the stairs. Bella turned to where Edward was sitting in a chair, watching her.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"My sitting room," Edward said, "Come sit," he gestured to the chair across from him.

Bella walked forward and hesitantly sat down. Edward sat back and smiled. Bella couldn't help but think how beautiful he was...despite the fact that he was a vampire, that he kept her locked up against her will, that he drank her blood and humiliated her-took advantage of her body.

She glared at him, but then deliberately turned away. He may be beautiful, but that didn't mean Bella was fooled against him. Sometimes the most beautiful things are the most dangerous.

"Bella Swan. Is that short for Isabella?" he asked curiously.

This was the man who had his mouth on my cunt only last night. Where did he get off talking to me so pleasantly? Bella thought.

She didn't answer him.

Edward laughed. "Oh, is this the silent treatment?" he asked humorously, "I bet I could make you talk," he added suggestively, his voice holding a threatening undertone.

"You're dispicable," she turned to glare at him.

"Kitten, you haven't seen half of it," he leered at her.

"What do you want?" Bella demanded.

"I couldn't sleep," Edward shrugged.

"Oh, so I'm here for your entertainment?" she bit out sarcastically. "Do vampires sleep?" she added as an after-thought, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Yes, we do," Edward answered simply.

"In a coffin?"

"If we want to," he shrugged. He stood up and walked over to where she was sitting.

"I've been thinking, Isabella," he leaned over her as he spoke, "And you have me curious, not such an easy feat, I tell you. You said you knew what I was from the moment you arrived. Well, why then didn't you try to escape before you got here?"

Bella was surprised by Edward's question. He appeared to be genuinely interested. Still, she wasn't about to sit and have a heart to heart with him. Not after how she was treated. "None of your business," was her prim answer.

"I'm making it my business," his voice was threatening again. Bella shivered.

Edward ran his eyes up and down her body, but she sat stoically and refused to answer.

"Well, I suppose there are other ways you can entertain me, pet." He reached out and grabbed the waistband of her skirt. "Maybe a little dessert."

Bella flinched away from his cold fingers.

Edward was ruthless, though. He ripped off the blanket she was wearing over her torso, exposing her chest again.

"Stop!" Bella shrieked, she tried to cover her breasts with her arms. But she was helpless as Edward then tore her skirt, destroying the last of her little clothing. Her breasts bounced with the forces of his action, as Bella automatically moved her hands to cover cunt. She was now completely naked.

What little bravery Bella had when she entered Edward's sitting room disappeared with her clothing. Her nakedness only served to illuminate the reality of the fact that Bella was completely helpless to Edward's whims.

Edward impatiently knocked Bella's hands out of the way of her bare snatch. The inside of her thighs had dry, brown blood on them. Edward sighed with impatience.

"I'll have to clean you first," he said, making Bella flush with shame. "Jasper, fetch me some water and a towel."

The last words were spoken at the same volume as the previous. Bella looked around for who he was talking to, but no one was anywhere to be seen. How could he have heard? But sure enough, a few minutes later, Jasper came into the room.

Edward let go of Bella to get the bowl of water from Jasper. Bella covered her nakedness from the other man's view as best she could with her arms. Jasper turned and left just as quickly as he came.

Edward dampened the towel in the water. "Come here," he looked expectantly at the quivering girl.

Bella only glared. Edward sighed again and was instantly in front of her with the cloth between her legs, causing Bella to squeek in surprise. Edward wiped her snatch and the inside of her thighs, cleaning off the dried blood. The water was warm, but it didn't do anything to comfort Bella.

After Edward wiped her down and threw the towel aside, Bella could almost instantly feel the wetness in her folds that signified her blood was flowing. Edward grasped her about the hips and easily lifted her up so cunt was in front of his face.

He greedily began licking up the blood. Bella gasped and grabbed the hair on top of his head, her legs hung helplessly beside her. Edward was in complete control. Bella once again felt the throbbing sensation in her nether regions that was starting to become all too familiar.

Edward set her back on her feet. "My little virgin is becoming aroused again," Edward teased her. He ran his finger down her cheek. Bella fought herself not to flinch away. "I'll make you a deal, pet. If you lay down willingly and spread your legs for me, I'll bring you your release."

Bella didn't really know what he meant, and despite what her body was telling her it wanted, she was not willing to give into Edward's games.

"I'll never submit willingly to you," Bella persisted stubbornly. "Everything you do to me is by force."

"Fine then," Edward said, "Just remember, kitten, you could have had pleasure, but instead I'll reward you for your stubborness."

(Hey everyone. What did you think? Anyone grossed out by menstrual blood? I'm not, but some people get weird about it. I hope you liked this chapter. Thanks for the reviews.)