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Chapter 45:

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For three days and three nights Bella and I made continuous love without cease or pause, from sun up to sun down, naked and entwined and wearing nothing but the rings on our fingers that symbolized our eternal union.

We didn't even stop when Carmen came in one morning with a toolbox and a hammer and a few sheets of plastic to nail over the broken windows until they could be repaired. It was rather out of the question to call a carpenter with the cellar full of abducted young women. I smiled at Carmen while Bella was licking at me between my thighs with long moans and I asked her if she wanted to join in. The offer was made in mostly politeness and she smiled and shook her head and said some of us actually have work to do around here. She then took her toolbox and left, leaving Bella and I alone to continue making love.

It was the next morning when hunger for other things began to distract her. An adult vampire could often go up to a month without feeding but Bella, as a newborn, would require far more frequent sustenance. I was impressed she had even lasted three days but I could tell she would not last much longer. Her eyes had darkened and a languor had settled into her body. Fatigue. Sluggishness. Rolling through the bed and seeking my lips with low animalistic moans. Licking at my vagina as if the moisture there was the closest substitute for blood. My hands roamed her cold skin, her silky smooth white satin skin, and pushed her down and kissed her and lowered my mouth to her own vagina and licked it until she orgasmed with a little grunt of frustration. Her eyes stayed closed afterwards and there was a pretty pucker to her perfect dark eyebrows.

I cupped her face gently. Her eyes remained closed but her face moved toward the hand. I smiled at her and studied her beautiful lips.

"I think you're ready to feed again," I whispered to her softly. "Don't you?"

I expected her eyes to snap open and for her to nod eagerly and instead her eyes opened very slowly. Slowly and with a smile moving over her mouth as she gazed up at me.

"It's up to you," she whispered back.

I raised an eyebrow. "To me?"

This time she did nod, slowly and languidly. "I'll do whatever you say, Vicky. I trust you. You'll take care of me."

Now a slow smile moved over my own mouth. Her obedience took me by surprise. In her final days as a human she had been quite uppity but she seemed different now. Calm. Settled. At peace with herself and happy at last. In her state of serenity she seemed to have no interest in anything at all but being here with me. She hadn't even asked yet about Heidi.

I was still cupping her face and now I leaned and placed an affectionate kiss on her mouth.

"Tonight, then," I said.

She nodded as if that was perfectly fine. I smirked.

"But this time I want you to rape her first," I said. "I want to see your control on full display."

Finally her eyes began to glow. A grin spread over her mouth. She gave me another nod and then she rolled me onto my back and leaned over me and reached between my legs.

"May I continue fucking you till then?" she asked adoringly.

Already she was rubbing me down there, sending ripples upwards into my body. I squirmed softly and breathed in, spreading myself a little more for her, smiling up at her gorgeous face in the morning light.

"There's nothing I would love more," I said. "But…"

Her eyebrows rose. I took her hand away from my vagina and lifted it to my mouth and kissed the ring on it.

"I think we've spent far too much time cooped up in here already," I said. "It's been awfully selfish of us, don't you think?"

She sighed and slumped back. I giggled and rose from the bed and tugged her by the hand.

"Come," I said. "Let's go see what the others are up too."

Bella smiled and rose as well and came with me willingly into the bathroom.

The first thing she did was gaze at the toilet and laugh at how she would never use one again. There was little point in taking a shower either, as neither of us perspired even a drop during the entire three days of amorous activity, but it was habit at this point and the water was soothing. It was also another opportunity to squeeze in a little bit more love making and we took full advantage, the water dripping from our connected mouths as our tongues danced, wet hair clinging to our bodies, wet breasts mashed together with a small basin building in our combined cleavage. Finally I lowered myself to my knees in the swirling steam and pressed my mouth to her entrance.

Once we were done we went back into the room and put on some clothes. Bella was smiling vaguely and she wore a look of dreamy contentment through her dark and lidded eyes. She moved with a grace she had never known as a human, her limbs fluid and precise as a synchronized swimmer, and she brushed her hair in the mirror with a pride that was gorgeous on her face.

Together we descended the stairs, arm in arm, and down into the foyer. There was a scent of humans in the air, very faint but noticeable, and I could feel Bella tense beside me even as her eyes went darker and more languid. I asked her if she was alright and she nodded with a sinister sort of smile. A smile that suggested it was only a matter of time before it was covered in blood but she was prepared to wait. I smiled as well and told her to be patient. Luckily the scent was only minor, although I couldn't understand what any of the girls were doing outside the cellar and leaving their scents all over the place. I could detect at least several different women had passed through here recently, although the only scent I could actually identify was Claire. That wasn't too strange. Irena like to take her for walks from time to time.

Bella and I continued on and then entered a parlour and froze.

Carmen was doing housework.

With the two pixie girls.

Bella went completely still, clutching my arm, and that in itself was remarkable. As a newborn who hadn't fed in three days it was astounding she didn't just instantly lunge. They were both entirely naked, aside from collars and ankle shackles and small little high heels, and they were carrying a featherduster each like a pair of fairies who'd been following Carmen around. Carmen was wearing a housedress and she was polishing a fine oak sidetable when we came in and now she looked up and saw Bella's eyes and dropped a can of polish in shock.

"Oh, no," she said, and then quickly spun to her helpers. "Girls, girls, quickly into the other room. Hurry, hurry, hurry."

Carmen was ushering them toward a door in the far wall.

Bella and I were still standing where we came in, Bella clutching my arm, staring across the room at these two teenage girls who were being harried from the room in confusion, stumbling in their chains on naked legs, worried of face and bare of buttock, featherdusters fluttering in the air. The blonde one looked back and the darkhaired one chanced a glare. Bella stared at them, open mouthed, her entire body taut as a snare drum, poised at any moment to—

The door shut.

The pixies were gone.

Carmen breathed a sigh of relief and came back toward us, smiling and wringing her rag in her hands nervously. I looked at Bella.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She was still staring toward the door and very distantly she said, "Yes."

I was still holding her arm and very slowly I felt it relaxing. Again I was astounded at her control. She was simply a natural. Carmen laughed at the close call as she came over.

"So sorry about that," she said. "I wasn't expecting you to be up and about."

Bella finally moved her eyes from the door and settled them on Carmen. They were black and vacant, as if she couldn't remember who this Spanish woman was. I chuckled and patted Bella's arm.

"Don't worry, Carmen, your polished floors are safe," I told her. "Bella already has marvellous control."

Carmen chuckled again and nodded and then glanced toward the door embarrassedly. "Well, it's not only that," she said. "I admit I've grown very fond of those two girls. They're a tremendous help around the house. And I always did long to be a mother. I don't suppose we could keep them, could we?"

She laughed to make it clear she was joking and I laughed as well.

"Girls can be difficult to raise, Carmen," I said. "Trust me, I know."

I gave Bella's arm a squeeze. Bella was finally snapping out of her trance and she gave me a smile, brief, distracted, her throat moving slightly as she swallowed away the burn.

Carmen laughed again and flapped her rag. "I know, I'm being silly."

"No sillier than Irena and Claire. And if I'm being honest, even I find myself quite partial to poor Leanna. Perhaps acquiring the victims ahead of time and keeping them for a while was ill-advised, hm?"

Carmen had a small sparkle in her eye and I could tell that she honestly did want to keep her girls—even if she knew it was impossible. The girls had already been kept captive for so long and subjected to so much abuse that death at this point would be a mercy for them. But she nodded and agreed vaguely.

"Perhaps," she said. "Tanya as well seems quite partial to Leanna."

"She does?"

"Oh, yes. I think Leanna reminds her of you. She's with her in the pool right now."

"Really? Well, we'll have to go say hello. It'll be a fine exercise in control for Bella. We'll leave you to your work, Carmen. Enjoy those girls while you still can."

I winked and she chuckled with a smile of womanly wickedness.

"Oh, I will," she said, and then turned and went to fetch her girls.

Bella took a deep breath, staring, and I smiled and guided her back out into the corridor.

I was very proud of how she had acquitted herself in the presence of warm fresh blood and I told her so as we continued toward the indoor pool. She didn't answer but she nodded to herself vaguely, as if her restraint came as a surprise even to her. I was half-tempted to simply take her back upstairs and distract her from these broodings with my body but it was good to let her confront them. It would be interesting to see how she reacts to Leanna. Hopefully she would be able to control herself and wait till tonight. And if not, well. At least the tiles around the pool would be easier to clean than carpets and furniture.

The indoor pool was olympic sized and the water sparkled crystal clear in the sun that beamed through the glass roof almost directly overhead. The water was heated and the whole hall was warm and humid. The smell of water and chlorine was rich in the air and of course the scent of the lovely Leanna. Luckily she was on the other side of the pool as we came in. She was wearing a purple bikini and she was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling over the edge into the water. Tanya was sitting right beside her, wearing a white onepiece, and they were sitting so close their legs were touching. Their shoulders were touching as well and they looked so much like two women sharing a crush on each other that my heart tightened in jealousy. Most bizarrely they were smiling. Even Leanna, who also wasn't chained or restrained in any manner either.

Bella and I came to a stop on the far side of the pool. Bella was breathing deeply, in and out, and staring at the human woman across the water. Plump supermodel with big tits bundled in a bikini bra and so much blood inside her. Tanya saw us and smiled. Then she spoke to Leanna. Leanna frowned at us, as if she didn't appreciate the interruption, and then Tanya slipped into the water and swam over. Bella and I waited and then Tanya came up again, hefting herself out of the pool like a mermaid with water streaming and dripping from her breasts and her blonde hair stuck darkly to her head like seaweed.

She smiled at us and rose and came over, gathering her hair in her hands and wringing it out like a rope. Leanna stayed over by the other side of the pool.

"Victoria," she said pleasantly. "I wasn't expecting you to emerge from bed so soon."

She went to hug me but then quickly backpeddled with a giggle.

"Oh—I'm all wet, I better not."

I giggled as well. Such a charming woman.

Bella was staring at Leanna but there was quite a distance between them and the air was rife with moisture which further diluted the scent. Tanya smiled at her and the smile even gained Bella's attention. It was the first time Tanya had seen her since completing her transformation and she was mesmerized.

"Bella," she said. "I really cannot describe how beautiful you are. I'm so happy for you."

A smile spread over Bella's mouth and then she surged forward and threw her arms around Tanya's wet body.

"Thanks," she said.

Tanya hugged her back and giggled, glancing at me over Bella's shoulder. I watched them, my heart swelling for some reason I wasn't precisely sure of. Bella released her and stepped back with patches of wet over the front of her top.

"Well," I said. "If Bella doesn't mind getting a bit wet, then I don't either."

I stepped forward and hugged Tanya. Tanya accepted the embrace but neither of us giggled. I held her a little longer than Bella had and then I released her and stepped back with a smile.

Tanya glanced down at the tiles at our feet, as if embarrassed for a moment, and then regained her composure and looked up with a smile.

"So what brings you to this part of the house?" she asked brightly. "Were you here for Leanna?"

She gestured toward the woman who was sitting on the far side of the pool. She still had her feet in the water and she was swaying them softly and watching us with a small frown, as if jealous that we had taken Tanya from her.

Tanya smiled at her and back at us.

"I told her we're vampires," she admitted. "I thought it would help her cope. She was terribly frightened and confused but she's much more settled now. I do believe she's even very curious about us. She asks many questions about our lifestyle."

I chuckled once, shaking my head in amazement, and then smiled. "Actually, we're just here to see you," I told her. "Bella and I realized how insufferably rude we were being, keeping to ourselves like that, and so we decided to come by and say hello."

"Well, I'm happy to see you both in such high spirits. Bella must be due to feed again soon, hm?"

"Yes," Bella said softly, her voice almost a hiss. "Tonight."

Tanya smiled at her tone and cupped her face affectionately.

"We warned you how hungry you'd be these first couple weeks, didn't we?"

I watched them with a smile. "Yes, but she's making terrific progress."

Tanya nodded, smiling at my mate, and then she leaned and gave her a kiss on the forehead before turning back to me.

"That's good," she said. "Because there's lots we need to talk about. Seattle is no longer safe. Heidi is neutralized for now, but obviously I can never trust her again after what she did."

Guilt instantly flooded my stomach. "Tanya, I…"

Tanya lifted a hand. "You owe me no explanation, Victoria," she said. "Not now, at least. But we do need to leave Seattle. As soon as Bella's able. And there's also the matter of Edward to consider."

Bella had been staring at Leanna. Now her eyes swung coldly to Tanya.

"What about him?"

Something chilling in her voice. Some unresolved wrath. Rage at being hurt, left, dumped in a forest. Whatever it was had pierced her haze of hunger and acquired her full attention. Tanya smiled at her and spoke gently.

"Well, he's still your ex-boyfriend," she said. "He was an important part of your life and he loved you very much. He still does. And he deserves to know you've moved on so that he may move on as well."

Bella said nothing. Tanya turned to me, almost apologetically.

"And he's still a dear friend of mine," she said. "I've already made contact with Carlisle. He said we're welcome to visit any time. I didn't mention you or Bella."

I maintained a smile on my face although I loathed the thought of Tanya or Bella harbouring any kind of attachment to that man at all. I looked at Bella. Her eyes were hooded and dark and glancing aside, as if deep in some dark thought. I turned back to Tanya and made a non-committal shrug.

"Well," I said. "We'll discuss it more when Bella is ready."

Tanya nodded agreeably. "Yes, of course."

Bella said nothing to all this. She seemed to be lost in some old anger and then the anger faded away as a scent washed over her.

Leanna.

The wet redhead had gotten out of the pool and come over. She was wearing nothing but that purple bikini and she strolled over with a certain cockiness, a hand on her hip and not even an ounce of fear in any part of her soft, beautiful, vulnerable body. She stopped a small distance away and spoke to Tanya.

"Tanya, what's going on?" she asked in half a demand.

I raised an eyebrow. She was jealous that she was being ignored. She had our attention now, though, and in particular Bella's. Bella's dark eyes were roaming up and down that wet bikini clad body and the poor woman had no idea how close she was to being ripped apart.

Tanya chuckled and gestured the woman back.

"Leanna, perhaps you should stay back over there," she said.

Leanna stood where she was. By now she had noticed how my ravenous mate was looking at her and she made a little pout.

"Why's she staring at me like that?" she asked no one in particular.

Tanya put a hand to her mouth in amusement and looked at me. I smiled at her and turned the smile to Leanna.

"She wants to kill you and drink your blood," I told her.

Leanna didn't like the sound of that. She was frowning at Bella as if she thought Bella was being mean and Bella continued to stare at her and crave her with her dark eyes until Tanya laughed and went and put an arm around Leanna.

"I think you better take Bella out of here," she told me. "We don't want to strain her control too much."

I laughed as well and took Bella's arm.

"You're quite right, Tanya," I said. "We'll see you later."

Bella and Leanna shared one last glare, an odd chemistry between them, and then I led Bella away.

At this point I felt Bella had had quite enough adventure for one day and I decided to take her back to bed. She was even having trouble concentrating on climbing the stairs. Her eyes were solid black and she moved like a woman in a trance, sleepwalking, hypnotized by some scent that was always just a few more steps in front of her. I whispered that she didn't have to wait much longer, just a few hours until dark, and I was amazed at how she accepted my mandates without even a moan of objection. It was unlike anything I had ever seen in a newborn. Even with her head as hazed over it was it just didn't seem to occur to her to be anything but obedient, as if absorbing my venom into her system had somehow enslaved her to my will as well.

Then she paused.

We were going down the corridor toward our room and now I stopped as well. She was looking at one of the bedroom doors and I realized why. There was a sent coming from inside. Claire. It was Irena's bedroom and I almost had to laugh.

I stepped past Bella and studied the door. The door was ajar but a large steel bolt and padlock had been installed beside the doorhandle.

"This is Irena's room," I said. "Why does she have an extra lock on it all the sudden?"

Bella closed her eyes and inhaled.

"Claire," she whispered.

I glanced at her in surprise. "You can identify her scent?"

She nodded vaguely. I was impressed. It usually takes some practice before a newborn can sort one human scent from another. But not my Bella. She was born to be a vampire.

I turned back to the door and pushed it open.

At first there seemed to be no one there. Then I looked at the ground and saw Claire curled up like a kitten at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a collar and the collar was attached to a chain that was looped around one of the bedposts.

She sat up as we came in and looked at us demurely with her hands in her lap and her medium sized breasts fully exposed on her chest with no effort at all to hide them. Her eyes blinked at us. She looked like the absolute epitome of submission, naked, chained, her plain face framed by plain brown hair and perfectly passive to anything that might occur.

I smiled at her as if she really were a family pet.

"Claire," I said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged a sloped shoulder. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Where's Irena?"

"Getting my breakfast."

I chuckled at how odd it all was and glanced at Bella to see if Bella could make sense of it. But, of course, Bella could only stare at the lump of human meat on the floor there.

Yet she didn't seem as in danger of losing control as she had been earlier. There was a slight sheen of clarity over the blackness of her eyes and her arm had only tensed slightly as it squeezed mine. Either this woman on the floor wasn't as appetizing to as the others or perhaps those earlier encounters had been better practice than I would've hoped.

I was just about to speak to Clair again when Irena came up from behind us with a bowl of cereal in her hands. Bella and I stepped aside to make room and Irena smiled at us before turning to Claire and bobbing down with the bowl and setting it on the floor for her.

"There you go, Claire," she said.

Claire gazed up at her lovingly. "Thank you, mistress."

I stared at them. I knew Bella and I had been preoccupied for the last few days but what on earth was going on here?

There was no spoon in the bowl and now the woman was leaning her face into the cereal and eating it like an actual dog. No shame at being watched. No hesitation. Poking her mouth into the bowl, her head bobbing, lapping up the milk like a cat. I thought I had seen broken women before but I had never quite seen anything like this.

I blinked at Irena. Irena smiled, clad in her leathers, and unlocked the chain from the bedpost so she could hold it like a leash.

"Claire's been staying in here with me," she said. "She's become something of a pet."

I could see that, although I couldn't think of any way to reply. Irena smiled at my mystification and nodded at Bella.

"Is it safe for Bella to be in here?"

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Safe?" I blurted. "For who? Claire? Good heavens, what is going on here? Carmen wants to keep the two girls, Tanya seems to be BFFs with Leanna, and you…"

Claire looked up, worried at the raised voice. Milk dripped from her chin. Irena smiled at her, ignoring me, and leaned to pet her behind the ear. Claire smiled at that, her eyes flickering upward at her mistress slavishly, and then she lowered her face back to the bowl.

Bella was staring and almost swaying on the spot and I sighed and took her arm.

"So many centuries of feeding from animals must've softened your hearts," I said to Irena. "And your brains. Is there anything left in the cellar at all?"

Irena shrugged nonchalantly. "Only Miss Muscles."

"Well, thank god. I was going to make Bella wait till tonight, but perhaps we better dispose of her right away before any of you fall in love with her. Good grief."

Irena chuckled and sat down on the bed with her legs crossed and the leash in her lap to watch her pet eat.

I scoffed and led Bella out into the corridor.

"Unbelievable," I muttered, still flustered as we started down the stairs. "Have you ever seen such madness, my love?"

Bella giggled softly. Her eyes were black and wide and she was all but floating down the stairs in her trance of thirst. She looked at me with those big blackberry eyes and smiled.

"Mmhm," she murmured. "When you fell in love with me."

I paused at the base of the stairs. She continued to look at me in that strange sort of daze. I returned her gaze and then I smiled and kissed her and continued to the cellar.

There were no candles lit at this time of morning but there were very thin rectangular windows along the higher part of the wall that allowed the palest sunlight. There were no sounds as we came down the stairs. No groans, no rattled. Chained against the wall was only one woman. I hadn't caught her name. She was one we had acquired from the gym, the tall amazon with the impressive physique and huge tits. She still wore a ballgag on her mouth and she looked up balefully as we came down the stairs. Dust motes stirred in the pale shafts of sunlight that fell from the highwindows and the racks of wine bottles stood against the opposite wall filled with their own red fluid.

She was a brunette and her hair looked like it hadn't been combed in a while. Even though she had almost been here the longest none of the coven seemed to have taken much interest in her. Irena had kept her clean and fed but that was all.

Bella was at my side and already a low growl was rumbling in her throat. She had already been pushed to the limits of her control and now it was the limits themselves being stretched. The air was thick with the scent of humans. Women. A heavy musk of stress sweat and rape residue mixed with the sweetness of soap and shampooed hair. The amazon didn't seem intimidated, not even of the blank black gaze Bella levelled at her. She glared through her lank long hair and slowly I let go of Bella's arm. She stood there, still as a statue. Waiting for instruction. Permission. I smiled at her and again I was astounded at her obedience. Before I had turned her I had always expected her to be quite a childish and unruly newborn but so far she had been a perfect little vampiress.

I left Bella standing there and reached for the key hanging from the board and moved over to the woman. The woman's glare swung to me. I smiled at her and reached to unlock her wrists and then I bobbed down and unlocked her ankles as well. She stood there, rubbing her wrists, glaring, not covering herself. I unbuckled her gag for her and let it fall and then I smiled at her.

"Hi," I said. "It seems you've been left here all alone, hm?"

She didn't answer. Nor did she make any attempt to escape. Her frown was furrowed in defiance but she seemed to have no delusions of what she was capable of.

I smiled again and let my eyes drift over her body. Muscular thighs. Thatch of black hair over her vagina. Rippled abdomen. Huge heavy tits. It was a shame she was left to languish down here because she really was very sexy.

I lifted my eyes to her face and smirked at her.

"I don't believe you ever mentioned your name," I said.

Still no answer.

I lifted a hand and cupped one of her breasts.

"Come now," I said seductively. "I'm sure we're intimate enough at this point for first names, don't you?"

Her lip curled in disgust at how I was touching her. She was quite purely straight, this one. Bella was going to have a real challenge with her. Not just in staying in control but raping her to any kind of satisfaction as well.

"Hm?" I murmured, caressing her breast gently. "You're name?"

"Nicole," she muttered.

My hand stopped. Then I laughed and let the hand drop.

"Nicole," I repeated.

I glanced back at Bella. The coincidence of the name had managed to even pierced her black haze of hunger for a moment. A smile quirked on her lips but it was only a quirk before it was again swallowed up in that mindless lust.

I turned back to the amazon—Nicole—and smiled.

"I'm not even surprised," I said. "Well, Nicole. This is Bella. And I'm sure by now you've noticed we aren't human, correct?"

I waited for an answer but none came. She was still rubbing her wrists and now she was glaring at Bella. She looked like she wanted a fight.

And that was just absolutely perfect.

"Bella here is what we call a newborn," I explained. "She was only turned into a vampire days ago. And she is very…very…thirsty."

Bella was growling deep in her throat. Staring. Knowing that in only a minute she would be unleashed. I smiled and moved over to the rack of dildos and paddles on the wall.

"But you seem like a strong woman so I'm going to give you a chance to fight," I said. "Obviously you won't even be able to scratch her but I think it'll be more fun."

I found a strapon and harness and I handed it to Bella. It was long and black and the harness was black leather. Bella put it on without taking her eyes from the other woman who stood there in the gloom, glaring, already with her fists half-clenched.

I helped her with her buckles and spoke to her.

"Remember, this is a lesson in control," I whispered. "I want you to rape her. But I also want you to do it properly. Before even so much as a drop of blood is spilt I want you to force her into at least one orgasm. Do you understand?"

Bella didn't reply for a moment and I wasn't sure if she even heard. But then she turned to me, very slowly, and gave a nod and a very vague and distant smirk.

I smirked as well and gave her a small smack on the ass.

"Good girl," I said. "Now go get her."

Then I moved aside with a smile to watch and block the exit.

The amazon spared me a glance but only a glance. She didn't seem to have much thought for escape. Perhaps she knew it was impossible. She also knew that she was released from her chains in nothing more than a sick game but she didn't seem to care. She was in full badass mode and she wanted to kill someone with her fists. She had lifted them to shoulder height and shifted her feet into a kickboxing stance. Chin tucked. Eyes glaring. Completely naked and large breasted in this small dungeon like a female gladiator.

Bella began to move. Slowly. Circling. The expression on her face was lidded and deceptively calm. Like stormclouds before the first crack of lightning. The amazon didn't seem impressed. Bella was small and petite. About five foot five. Slender. Willowy. The first time they had met on the night of the woman's abduction she had clocked her across the face and almost knocked her out. But now it was time for round two. And I think this time she was going to discover that Bella wasn't quite the same girl she used to be.

"You fucking bitch," the woman seethed, bristling perhaps even more than Bella. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

Bella smiled and the woman threw her first punch.

Bella swatted it away like it was nothing.

Instincts. Instincts again. I watched, already impressed. Bella's eyes hadn't even blinked and she seemed to not even be aware that she had blocked the punch. The woman scowled at her and threw another. A straight right cross. Bella moved just slightly and the punch missed her face. The woman punched again and again. Bella evaded them with little turns and swats, no frown to her brow, no blink to her eyes. She looked like some naked and darkhaired kungfu master. With a strapon.

The woman finally hopped back in alarm. She couldn't understand how Bella had done it. I couldn't either. Not even I had those kinds of instincts and reflexes. The woman's scowl had loosened in shock and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet like a boxer, side to side, her breasts bouncing as well, huge and heavy like gigantic weak spots on her otherwise hard and muscular body. The shock led to fear and the fear led to a less productive form of anger that was closer to panic and suddenly she screamed and attacked again. She threw another few punches—that were easily evaded—and then swung around and sliced a spinning heel kick at Bella's head.

So far Bella had reacted to everything in a state of unnatural calm but now she snarled and caught the leg and yanked the woman off her feet.

The woman squawked and hit the ground. Bella climbed on top of her and poor badass Nicole finally regressed into feminine slapping and screaming. I was half tempted to remind Bella that she was supposed to rape her first but Bella hadn't forgotten. Perhaps her instincts would've guide her in that direction anyway even if I hadn't demanded it. Bella and Nicole were grappling and rolling over the ground, Nicole crying and trying to get away, Bella growling and restraining herself from ripping the woman to pieces. The light that fell from the windows was like the light of dawn and they looked like a pair of naked roman wrestlers in the dungeon of a colosseum.

Bella finally got a handful of the woman's hair. She was oddly gentle and yet at the same time implacable as iron. She forced her mouth onto the other woman's and kissed her deeply. The woman squirmed and made a deep sound of disgust, tears leaking out of her eyes. Bella was still growling, a sound similar to the purr of some gigantic cat, and the kiss was filled with the same perfect instincts. Slow tongue work, deliberate, moaning, coaxing the other woman into submission and helplessness.

Until the other woman gave a thrash so strong it actually broke the kiss.

"Get off me!" she screamed. "You disgusting…!"

She actually managed to slip away from Bella. Bella had perhaps let her go. The woman scrambled to her feet, terrified now, naked, dishevelled, realizing that she was going to be raped. She grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack and threw it.

Bella slipped aside and the bottle exploded on the blockwall. The woman grabbed another bottle and threw that one as well and then she spied the rack of sextoys and lurched and managed to requisition a large black paddle with metal studs on it. She held it in a trembling hand, all her martial arts training forgotten and useless, and then she reared back with the paddle and smacked it across Bella's face.

It was like a pistolshot in the small cellar. Bella's face turned aside slightly. Then it turned back like cyborg.

The woman was opened mouthed in shock. Her chest was trembling. Bella smiled at her, a smile blacker than the darkest night, and she took the paddle from the woman and grabbed her and bent her over and started whacking her across the ass with it until the woman screamed and sobbed and the paddle broke in half across her round muscular buttocks.

I raised a brow and smirked, my arms folded over my chest. This was quite a show.

The woman had slumped to the floor, crying and trying to crawl, and now Bella flipped her over and swooped to her mouth and began kissing her again. At this point I was simply amazed at her control. In all honesty I hadn't expected her to last this long. The objective was only for a bit of fun. But she truly was proving herself right now. Proving that she was indeed ready to be a vampire. That she was no longer a stupid human. That she was my partner and she trusted me and she wanted to impress me and be worthy of me even more than she wanted blood.

The woman resisted the kiss at first but there was nothing left she could do. She gave up and allowed Bella's tongue all the access it required. Bella took full advantage, kissing her like a lover while growling like a monster. The woman whimpered. Bella's hands were roaming her body. Stroking it. Soothing it. The taut muscles slowly began to loosen. Her long muscular legs had been kicking but now they stopped and came to rest on the floor of the dungeon. They were partly open and now Bella's hand went down there and began rubbing.

A groan came out of the woman and Bella broke the kiss. The woman was blushing, her face full of blood, and Bella's eyes were pitch black bores of darkness. The woman stared up at her, legs open, and then something broke inside her and she released a moan and gave a heave of her hips against Bella's hand.

"Oh god," she said. "Oh god. You wanna rape me, bitch? Okay. Fucking rape me then."

Then she heaved her hips again, aggressively, before grabbing Bella's face and pulling it into a kiss.

I stared in disbelief. The woman was surrendering. She wanted it. Or rather Bella had forced her to want it. A thick wave of heady lust rolled over me and I had no idea how Bella managed to control herself. The breaking of this strong woman's will almost broke me as well.

Bella growl became deeper and slowly the cellar filled with the scent of hormones and arousal. The woman was getting wet. She was being raped and she didn't care. Bella was kissing her and rubbing at her and then finally she rose up, blinking slowly, half unconscious from the enormity of lust coursing through her.

The woman glared up at her from the floor and spread her legs.

"You gonna stick that thing in me or what?"

She was referring to the strapon. Bella passed a hand through her long dark hair and inhaled deeply. The woman lay there with her vagina waiting and slowly Bella leaned over her and inserted the long black shaft into her slit.

The woman grimaced and bucked her hips as her insides were filled.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Fuck. That feels so good. You fucking cunt. Fuck me. Fuck me, you disgusting bitch. Fuck me."

Bella began thrusting her hips, the woman spread there on the floor of the cellar. I watched, mesmerized. The woman shot me glare and the glare sent riffles of lust through my body. I wanted so badly to be a part of it but I could only watch.

The woman turned her flushed face to Bella and pulled her into a kiss. Tonguing her tormenter, bucking her hips. As if to show us how unafraid she was. How strong. Her face was flushed and I couldn't imagine how Bella was able to ignore the heat of it radiating onto her own skin.

The orgasm was soon approaching and slowly Bella raised up and gathered the woman in her arms. The woman was sitting in Bella's lap with her legs wrapped around Bella's body. Sitting on the strapon and moving her hips and holding Bella's face in her hands and gazing into it.

"I'm gonna come," she said, her voice high and breathless. "And then what? You gonna kill me? Like some kind of snuff movie?"

Bella didn't answer. She was merely sitting there in the center the dungeon with the woman in her lap and it was the woman doing all the work, wriggling her hips on the shaft, bouncing, staring into Bella's black eyes like a woman staring into the eyes of death itself.

"Go ahead," she said. "I don't care. Rape me. Kill me. I don't give a fuck. You ready, bitch? I'm gonna come. You ready?"

The growl in Bella's throat became louder and one of her hands clenched in the woman's hair. The woman groaned at the small pain but it only seemed to embolden her to bounce her vagina even faster on the strapon, harder, more viciously.

"Here it comes, bitch," she hissed. "You watching? Watch. Watch. Oh god. Oh god. OhhhhHHHHH—!"

The woman orgasmed in a grand crescendo of cries that arched her back and rippled the muscles all over her body. Her eyes were closed and her flushed and sweaty face was illuminated in a pale pillar of sunlight from one of the highwindows like something being called to heaven and she came and came and—

Bella bit into her throat.

The screams stopped. The cries. Blood squirted across the room and spatted over some chains on the floor. Bella growled and gripped the woman so hard her fingers pierced into her flesh. The woman's orgasm had been Bella's own release as well and now she gulped eagerly at the gushing blood, eyes closed, growling, clutching the warm body to her own. The woman was still alive for the moment, her head lolling, and I watched her eyes as the light receded inside them. Her body jostled on the strapon for a last few stirrings of pleasure and her head jostled as well. The blush was lingering on her cheeks, the beautiful blush of a very satisfied woman, and then finally her eyes dimmed and emptied and she was nothing more than a well-fucked hunk of flesh.

I stared in amazement. Bella's eyes opened into black slits and she looked at me over the woman's shoulder, seeking approval or praise. I smiled at her and said:

"Perfect."

The black eyes crinkled slightly as if she were smiling and she closed them again and growled into the wound and laid the woman on the floor to make a meal of her.

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AN: This one was mostly filler, just to slow things down, but it did contain progression for Bella and some plot dialogue from Tanya. I only wish I could've added some Kate and Leah details, but maybe next chapter, lol.

But gosh, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to kill off any of the girls! I love them all, lol. Claire is virtually guaranteed to be spared, but the others are very sadly gonna have to go. But I'm glad I gave them all a bit of "screentime" for us to form a little attachment to them. It'll make their departure all the more sweeter. ;)

And I have to admit, that final scene was…whew. Something about combined death and orgasm turns me on so much. I can't even explain it. Add a strong woman being methodically broken until she aggressively submits to her own rape and murder and…whew. Drives me crazy, lol.

Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)