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Chapter 74:
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It was past midnight by the time the prom began to break up. Couples began to drift away. The DJ announced the final song. Cars drove out of the courtyard. Alice said goodbye to her friends and kissed them on their cheeks. Her friends were worried about their other friend who was dead and dissolved in acid but Alice had used the goth girl's phone to send a couple texts saying she'd left early.
Eventually the mansion was empty. The ballroom was dark and a string of balloons had fallen and draped over the dancefloor. Carmen and Esme were offering to clean up, their instincts as housewives more powerful than their instincts as vampires, it seemed—even going so far as to gather up punch cups—but Irena told them to knock it off. In a nice way. The scolded homemakers instead went out into the foyer where the rest of us had gathered to wait until it was safe to descend below. Kate and Leah were sitting on the staircase in their gowns, passing a joint back and forth. Leah was actually wearing boots and she looked quite slouched and sexy in that black satin dress.
It was dark in the foyer, the chandeliers dim and extinguished, and the only light came from the windows. Bella and Alice were sitting on the stairs as well, a few steps up, and they were still deep in date mode, making out romantically, smiling into each other's eyes and pecking at each other's lips, Bella cupping Alice's face and neither of them paying much attention to the rest of the room. Irena was examining an old antique wallclock and upon noticing a discrepancy in the time she opened the little glass covering and made a small adjustment to the minute hand. Tanya and Jane were cuddling on a red velvet settee, Jane under Tanya's arm and resting her head with her eyes closed on Tanya's shoulder, and Esme and Carmen simply stood around and worried about the mess.
I took in the scene, my smile sweeping over each of these dear friends, and I realized this was the first time we had all been in the same room together in a year. All of us aside from Claire, of course. Claire was busy preparing the dungeon but she would return soon. Kate noticed my smile and she seemed to be smiling at the same thing.
"It's so nice to have the whole coven back together again," she said. "I just hope you guys stick around for a while this time."
Leah chuckled with the joint to her lips, the orange glow of the burning tip illuminating her sexy face. "Hey, you know what's funny? I've actually been in the coven longer than you guys. I guess that makes me the more senior member these days."
They chuckled and I had to chuckle as well. I had never looked at it like that. Our time together in Seattle had been relatively brief but so crammed full of passion and companionship. It felt so much longer.
Tanya heard what Leah said and smiled.
"Bella and Victoria never left the coven," she said. "They were always still with us."
Kate rolled her eyes to Leah. "Favouritism."
Leah rolled her eyes too. "Tell me about it."
Bella and Alice had stopped making out in order to listen and now Leah leaned back and offered the joint to Bella. Bella took it and inhaled and then leaned to Alice's mouth in the darkness and sexily shared the smoke with her. Alice grinned and blew it out again and giggled.
"It really is weird, though," she said. "I mean, technically, even me and Esme have been in the coven longer than you two."
Kate grinned at Bella. "It was never the same without you, though."
Bella smiled and handed her the joint. Jane by now was interested in the conversation too.
"At first I used to wonder what all the fuss was about," she said haughtily. Then she smirked. "But then I got to know you myself, and I can see why you were so essential to the group."
She said that with a playful leer at my body and then a leer for Bella. Bella gave her a wink.
Carmen smiled at the banter, mother of the coven, and heaved a contented sigh. "Suffice to say," she said, "we're all very relieved to have you back."
Bella and I shared a smile. We felt exactly the same way but I let Bella say it. She turned back to Carmen and Esme and Tanya and Jane and all the others and said:
"Us too."
It was such a warm moment that even Irena smiled. She had corrected her clock and now she was wandering back over to the group. The rest of us shared smiles as well. All cuddled up in pairs, some mated like Kate and Leah, some not like Bella and Alice, and yet all of us bound to every other with invisible strings of love and affection that tugged at our hearts and ensured we would never stray too far from one another.
Before anyone could speak there were heel clicks from across the foyer.
We all turned to look. Claire was approaching at a brisk stride in the darkness with an even brisker smile on her face and she stopped to make an announcement that made us all very happy.
"The dungeon is prepared and waiting," she said.
Irena smiled at her and gave her a nod. "Excellent," she said. Then she turned back to everyone else and extended an arm toward the dungeons. "Well," she said. "Shall we?"
Kate and Leah shared a grin and Bella and Alice had already hopped up eagerly.
The mansion was utterly empty at this point and all dark. Bella had sidled back to my side and she took my arm with a huge grin. I was grinning as well. Tonight was going to be amazing. Not only were we truly reunited with our coven at last but the feast was going to be incredible. Bella and I had gotten a glimpse of the cellar the last time we visited and we knew exactly how fine a vintage our hosts kept down there. My mouth was practically watering in anticipation. It had been two weeks since I had last fed and my appetite was quite sharp. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into a nice big juicy pair of tits.
There was candlelight at the bottom of the stairs as we descended into the cellar and I could only imagine what was running through the minds of the women down there as they heard the heel clicks and the giggles and the light banter. Bella detached from my arm and skipped down the last couple steps with Jane and Alice. I was right behind them and my smile widened as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
Already my heart was thumping with excitement. There was just so many of them. Naked. Terrified. Gagged and chained to the wall in the romantic orange candlelight. I couldn't even count how many there were but there were dozens. Plenty for everyone. Some of them were on their feet, chained with their arms above their heads, but others were on the floor, chained at their ankles. The floor was sloped toward a drain and there was a fresh scent of soap in the air. All of them clean and soft and freshly washed. Shaved between their legs and waxed and plucked with painstaking care like the work of a master chef.
I inhaled deeply and smiled at Claire.
"My compliments, Claire," I said. "They smell delicious."
Claire returned the smile and gave a demure little bow. She seemed to enjoy her work, taking care of these women the same way her mistress had once taken care of her.
Irena had moved over to one of the benches and she was removing some of her jewellery. Around her neck she was wearing the extravagant diamond necklace she had received as a token of Claire's devotion and now she took it off and laid it down carefully. It wouldn't do to get blood on it.
"Feel free to help yourselves," she said. Then she shot a smirk at Bella. "Just don't be too greedy. Be sure to save some for your coven mates."
Bella scoffed. "What, why you looking at me?"
I smiled and patted her arm. "Because you're a little piggy, my dear."
Bella rolled her eyes and then she snorted and cocked a thumb at Alice. "Tell that to Alice and the girl she killed upstairs."
Alice went bashful, hands laced behind her back in her adorable pink dress. Jane smirked and remained by Tanya side. Esme and Carmen shook their heads, disapproving mothers, and Irena dismissed the subject with a chuckle.
"Nevertheless," she said, "just be mindful that everyone gets their share. No one is leaving this cellar until we've drained every last drop."
I grinned at that and let my eyes roam over the wares. The women were beginning to panic by now, some of them pulling at their chains, some of them crying into their gags. There was a tightness between my lags and I couldn't wait to get started. So many naked tits, good lord.
Leah was grinning at the chained women as well and she nodded appreciatively.
"Sounds good to me," she said.
"Me too," Kate added.
"Me three," Bella topped.
"Me four," Alice giggled.
"Me five," Jane said with a smirk.
The three of them laughed and the rest of us sighed. Esme and Carmen shared a glance but they were smiling as well. Bella grinned and looked at us challengingly.
"No sixth?" she asked no one in particular.
I rolled my eyes but I was indeed the sixth. I dare say I was even more eager than they were. I had my eye on a certain brunette with beautiful hair and gigantic tits and I wanted her very badly.
Irena had her jewellery off by now and she removed the hairpin from her bun as well to let it all cascade down her back.
"We'll begin with something very special that I've been saving," she said. "Claire?"
Claire took a key from a rack of them and went over to the brunette I had been eyeing. Of all the chained women she was perhaps the sexiest. Tall, voluptuous, wide hipped and long legged. Flowing hair the color of chestnut. And her tits, my god her tits. Round and huge and all but dripping with juiciness.
Irena motioned toward her with her hand.
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Lucy," she said. "Out in the world she was a supermodel and a magazine covergirl. Down here she's simply a very succulent piece of meat."
Bella and Jane were staring at her and together they gave a hungry moan.
The woman had begun to cry and she tried feebly to twist away from Claire but Claire had a grip in her hair. She forced the woman over to where the rest of us were standing in a loose ring and then she shoved the woman into the floor.
The woman landed on the stones, sobbing, and rose as far as her knees. She didn't dare rise to her feet. Her arms were free and she used them to cover her tits as she shook her head at us frantically and sobbed into her gag.
Irena smirked and tossed her chin.
"Take off her gag, Claire," she said. "She'll need the use of her mouth."
Claire nodded and went about her orders. The gag came off and the first thing the woman did was suck down a breath. Then she sobbed and started begging.
"Please," she said. "Please, don't—"
Irena slapped her across the face.
A round of chuckles came from the rest of us. We had the poor thing encircled and both her hair and her tits had swung to the side from the force of the slap. Irena smirked at her.
"I didn't say you'd need your mouth to speak, did I?"
The woman whimpered and used one hand to touch her cheek. The other arm was folded over those gigantic mounds on her chest. They were natural, too. You could tell by the sloppy sexy shape of them. She couldn't cover them perfectly and in the candlelight you could see the wide areolas of her nipples.
Bella was staring at her, grinning and half mesmerized, and she licked her lips.
"Wow," she said. "She's fucking hot. May I?"
The question was directed at Irena. Irena raised a brow.
Bella smirked and added: "Ma'am?"
Irena nodded her permission.
Bella smiled and reached and took the woman by her hair. The woman grunted from the pain and slowly rose to her feet as Bella pulled her up gently. She was taller than Bella by at least an inch, and Bella in heels too, and Bella smiled at how beautiful she was.
"Wow," she said again, softer this time. "You really are gorgeous."
The rest of us stood in a ring and watched, smiling in anticipation. Bella let her eyes roam that wet and gorgeous face than she used her other hand to wipe the woman's tears with her fingers gently.
"What was your name again?" she asked.
The woman sniffed with her leaky nose and didn't answer. Bella was still wiping her tears. Irena gave her a moment and then she spoke up.
"Answer her," she said.
The woman jumped and glanced at the mistress. She knew better than to disobey and she turned back to Bella.
"Lucy," she whispered.
Bella smiled at that. "Lucy," she repeated. "Sexy name. Tell me, Lucy. Have you ever had rape fantasies?"
Lucy shook her head with Bella's hand still gripped into her hair. She was trembling with fear like a woman who was very cold but it was warm in the dungeon from all the candles. Bella tilted her face and smirked.
"No?" she asked.
"No."
"Never?"
"Of course not."
"Not at all? Not even just a little bit?"
The woman shook her head, fresh tears dripping onto her cheeks. Bella smirked at them and wiped them away with her fingers and then she lowered that hand and took hold of one of those gigantic globes on her chest.
The woman moaned and squirmed in disgust. My mouth flooded with venom and my throat burned as I watched my mate's hands stroke that huge warm mound enticingly. Bella grinned at the woman and slowly fondled her breast.
"I bet you have," she said. "Every woman knows how exciting it is to be helpless. Vulnerable. Desirable…"
Bella gave the tit a squeeze and dug her fingers in.
The woman whimpered and looked away.
Bella laughed and loosened her fingers and resumed stroking it tenderly. "The problem is that reality is no fantasy. Not usually. But tonight? Tonight is going to be all the fantasy you'd ever want. Are you bisexual, Lucy?"
The question seemed to take the woman by surprise. By now her nipple had gone stiff and Bella had it between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing it, teasing it, smiling at her while she was waiting for an answer. In the candlelight you could see a faint blush on the woman's face and she finally swallowed a lump in the throat and gave an awkward nod.
"Yes," she said.
Bella stroked and continued to toy with the nipple. "I thought so," she said. "Bi chicks are such sluts, aren't they?"
She said that with a glance at Kate and Leah. Kate and Leah rolled their eyes and smiled and continued watching in silence. Esme and Carmen had their arms linked and their eyes were rapt in the candlelight as they watched in envy. I was envious too and I had to swallow to settle the burning in my throat.
Bella turned back to the woman and opened her hand and covered her breast with it and began massaging it.
"But that's a good thing in your case," she went on. "It means you have a headstart as far as enjoying it goes. Do you want to enjoy it, Lucy? Hm?"
The woman became afraid again but she had stopped crying. "No."
Bella chuckled playfully. "No? Why not? Would you prefer pain? Terror? Be honest with yourself, Lucy. Would you prefer true rape? Or will you submit to the fantasy?"
The woman gulped. Her entire body was trembling and she didn't know how to answer. Bella smirked at her and lowered her mouth and wrapped her lips around that stiff swollen nipple.
The woman shivered and groaned as her body was assaulted with unwanted pleasure. Dark tingles that travelled up her spine and invaded her poor helpless brain. You could smell the pheromones emanating from her body. The excitement. The arousal. Bella was weaving her magic and the woman was almost hers.
The woman still hadn't answered the question and now Bella abandoned the nipple and looked up at her in the candlelight.
"Hm?" she murmured. "What do you want, Lucy? Decide now."
The woman shivered again as Bella leaned to her face and placed small kisses on it. On her cheek. Her jawline. The corner of her mouth. Then on her mouth itself. Bella moaned attractively and flicked her tongue out briefly at the other woman's lips and then she smiled and looked at her.
"Well?" she asked. "Do you want me to rape you gently? Or violently? It's totally up to you. I just want you to be able to enjoy yourself. All you have to do is submit."
The poor woman had begun breathing heavily and she was so scared and frazzled and overwhelmed by helplessness that she gave a little feverish nod.
"I'll do anything you want," she said. "Just please don't hurt me."
Bella smirked at her and then slowly let go of the grip in her hair.
"Good girl," she said. "Now get on your knees."
The woman did as she was told, almost relieved. She sank to her knees and sat there demurely as she waited for further instructions. Naked. Breasts bunched. Her wavy chestnut hair cascading over her bare shoulders.
The rest of us were staring at Bella. Even me, who had seen it all before many times, was in awe of her seductive prowess. Even all the woman chained across the wall had gone silent as they stared in fear. Kate was grinning and a chuckle came out of her.
"Wow," she said. "Now I remember why we missed you so much."
Leah grinned as well. "Seriously."
I smiled proudly and stroked Bella's hair. "My darling has a talent for seduction."
Bella smiled as well and glanced at Jane somewhat cockily. Jane was trying to hide how impressed she was and she gave a small shrug of her shoulder.
"I would've preferred the pain and terror, personally," she said.
Bella grinned at that. "We have the rest of them for that," she said. "But I think little Ms Lucy deserves a little special treatment. Don't you, Lucy?"
The woman on her knees continued to sit there obediently. Her eyes were huge and brown. Gorgeous. No makeup but that only her made more sexy.
Bella nodded at her obedience.
"Good girl," she said. "Now why don't you start by showing us how obedient you are?"
Bella then reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. The black fabric fell away from her pale body and revealed her every perfection. Underneath she wore nothing. No bra. No panties. Nothing but a pair of black high heeled shoes that stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside before turning back to the woman on her knees.
Bella smirked at her with her hands on her hips. The woman stared up at her. She knew what she had to do and some part of her deep down even wanted to do it. Her large brown eyes lowered to Bella's vagina and then she shuffled forward to Bella's feet. Bella smirked at her, waiting, and finally the woman leaned forward and gave an obedient lick to the slit between Bella's legs.
The rest of us laughed and began undressing as we watched. Shedding our gowns in the candlelight while all the prisoners watched, likewise naked themselves. Alice and Jane had no panties but Jane had some silicone padding to enhance her very tiny breasts. She received a few smirks from the bustier women as she tossed the padding away but she defied comment with a glare of her narrowed red eyes. Carmen had red lace panties under her dress and Esme actually folded them for her and placed them on the pile where their gowns were already folded. Esme's panties were white and she pushed them down and took them off and folded them as well. Claire had already shed her gown and underwear and she was unzipping Irena.
Soon we were all naked and smiling and stroking ourselves while we watched the woman on her knees lick at Bella's vagina. Standing in a loose circle, all of us in high heels. Pink, red, black, blue. Pumps. Stilettoes. Kate was standing with her feet wide apart and she was grinning as she jiggled a couple fingers inside herself like a vibrator.
"This is so awesome," she said. "You almost done, Bella?"
Bella smiled with her eyes closed and her face raised to the ceiling. "Almost."
The rest of us grinned and watched as her naked chest began to heave. Up and down as her breathing got faster and faster. The woman was there on her knees, brunette and beautiful, and she licked at Bella's clit until Bella laughed and orgasmed and let her shoulders slump.
"Mmm," she murmured, petting the woman's hair. "Not bad."
The woman seemed to have become a little bolder and she gave Bella a tiny glare, kneeling there on the floor with her tits exposed. It was adorable.
Kate moaned, already on the verge of orgasm from her own fingers, and quickly grabbed the woman's hair.
"Come here, bitch," she said. "God I'm so fucking horny."
I laughed at her enthusiasm and watched as the woman moaned and started licking. Almost eagerly. Kate moaned even louder and she orgasmed almost instantly, gasping as her body clenched up and then grinning as her body loosened again.
"Wow," she said. "That was awesome. Here, babe, your turn."
She gave the woman a shove toward Leah. Leah had been stroking herself with more composure and now she tapped at her swollen clit with a fingertip and smirked at the woman on her knees.
"Suck right here, bitch," she said.
The woman gave her a little frown but she leaned forward with her mouth and wrapped her lips around that hard little nub and began sucking on it.
Leah smirked and preened her spine, pushing her hips forward. Kate grinned at her mate and gave her a kiss, the two of them tonguing each other in the candlelight while the rest of us watched, and finally Leah broke the kiss to look down at the woman and orgasm with a fist in her hair.
Bella giggled and looked around our little circle.
"Who's next?" she asked.
No one volunteered right away. We all seemed willing to let everyone else go first. Alice looked at everyone and then she giggled.
"Let's let Lucy decide," she said. "Lucy, who do you want to go down on next? Hm? How about me? Look at my pussy. Isn't it cute?"
The woman was still kneeling at Leah's feet and now she looked over her shoulder at Alice. Alice had her feet apart and she was stroking her vagina. The woman frowned and looked at the rest of us, as if to check if she had any real choice, and then she crawled over to Alice.
Alice giggled at her reluctance. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she said. "You can do one of the others if you want. Look at Vicky. She has a really nice pussy too."
The woman frowned and glanced at me. I laughed and demurred.
"It's okay, do Alice first," I said. "You can do me next."
The woman turned back to Alice. There was a blush all across her wet face and her eyes were dark with budding anger. Alice stroked her hair affectionately.
"Okay, go ahead," she said. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
The gentle words seemed to soothe the woman and her frown dissipated a little as she lowered her eyes and leaned forward and began licking.
Carmen and Esme were becoming extremely horny by now. They had begun to stroke each other, wrapped up in each other's arms, tits pressed together, a hand between each other's legs, as they watched this woman eat out their adopted daughter.
Esme in particular seemed rather flustered.
"Oh dear," she said. "Victoria, do you mind if I go next? I'm terribly horny."
I smiled and shook my head. "By all means Esme."
Alice giggled and orgasmed and moaned appreciably.
"Mmm," she said. "That was really nice. Thanks."
The woman wiped her mouth with her wrist and didn't respond. Her eyes drifted toward Esme and Esme smiled.
"Come here, my dear, it's okay," she said.
The woman crawled over and began licking at her without being told. Carmen smiled as she watched her wife moan and enjoy it and then she sank down to her knees beside the woman and began petting the woman's hair. She watched the pussy licking up close for a while and then she looked up at her wife. Esme orgasmed with a womanly moan and then smiled down at them. Carmen returned the smile and then she turned to the woman beside her and pulled her into a kiss. Those lips had been wet with the taste of her wife and she moaned and licked up all the arousal from her mouth before rising back to her feet for her own pussy licking.
Esme assisted her wife with some breastplay and a few kisses and soon Carmen had orgasmed as well.
After that it was my turn. I was dripping wet by now and the woman crawled over without even being told. Her eyes were numb and downcast by now but her tongue was animated enough. I moaned as it licked across me and flicked at my clit and I moaned again as she wrapped her lips around that nub and sucked me to an orgasm. I petted her hair, telling her what a good girl she was, and then she turned and crawled over to Tanya. Tanya had watched me orgasm with a smile and now it was my turn to watch her. She stood with her feet apart in her white pumps, like a naked angel, and her orgasm came swiftly. She moaned and smiled and laughed as it ebbed away and then she told the woman to do Jane now.
Soon only Claire and Irena were left. Irena snapped her fingers for the woman to come over and the woman crawled across the floor like something utterly defeated. Tits hanging. Shoulders slouched. Her hair was messy from all the pulling and her face was completely slathered in pussy juice. Irena ordered her to do Claire first and Claire giggled and parted her feet a little. The woman licked at her blandly and suckled at her clit until she orgasmed and then she did the same to Irena. Irena orgasmed with a smirk and an arch in her spine and then the woman slumped back and sat there in the floor with her legs folded loosely and her vacant eyes staring at nothing at all.
Despite her numb state she was completely slathered between her thighs. Bella laughed at her an took a handful of her hair and raised her up. The woman rose weakly on her weak legs and looked at Bella.
"Does this mean you'll let me go?" she asked.
Bella grinned at her. "So soon? But you haven't even orgasmed yet. You must be incredibly horny by now. Come here, come here. Don't worry, we'll take care of you. Girls?"
The rest of us began to close in around the woman. The woman looked around fearfully but she didn't resist. Bella's lips were at her neck and she was kissing her there. Another pair of lips were kissing at her cheeks. Hands began groping her breasts. Jane had dropped to her knees and she started to lick at the woman's sopping wet vagina.
The rest of the prisoners looked on in conflicted states. Terrified but relived it wasn't happening to them. They didn't know that they were next. And that whatever happened to them would likely be a lot more violent than what was happening to this woman now.
She was moaning and her face was raised to the ceiling. She had been entered by several sets of fingers. Both in her vagina and in her asshole. The penetration made her squirm as she struggled in this cluster of tits and lips pressed about her. Bella was licking at her throat. Irena was tonguing the inside of her mouth. Alice had dropped down behind her and she was licking at those large warm buttocks and at the fingers buried between them. The woman's moans became deeper. More urgent. Her eyes were closed and her brow was puckered as if it was all a bad dream. The fingers were pumping in and out of her. Two mouths were latched to her nipples. The orgasm rose within her, building like a tidal wave, and finally—
Bella bit into her neck.
Exactly as she orgasmed. The gasp that came out of her was equal parts shock and ecstasy. Her body shuddered. Her eyelids flew open. The scent of blood instantly filled the room as it gushed out into Bella's mouth and suddenly the rest of us bit into her as well. Into her tits, her thighs, her ass. The woman gasped from each bite and shuddered and stared up at the shadows that played across the stone ceiling in the candlelight as both her blood and the orgasm ebbed away. I had my teeth buried into one of her tits, into that soft hot flesh, and the blood was exquisite. It filled my moan and made me mouth and I growled and sucked harder at the wound.
The woman didn't seem to experience any pain. The shock and the orgasm overwhelmed all else. But eventually her legs grew too weak to stand and she began to slump. At first we held her up and continued to feed from her limp and broken body but eventually we just let her fall.
She hit the floor with a groan and lay there blood leaking from the various bite marks in her body. Teeth prints on her ass. Her legs. Bella smirked at her and wiped her blood stained mouth with a wrist.
"Well, what did you think, Lucy?" she asked her. "Was it a fantasy come true for you too?"
The woman had struggled onto her hands and knees and she had begun crawling. I had no idea why. There was nothing in front of her but a brick wall with naked women chained to it. They had begun crying again into their gags as they watched the woman bleed out and some of them were pulling at their chains feverishly.
Jane was licking her bloody lip and even though she had enjoyed the appetizer she was just dying for something more violent.
"May I kill her now?" she asked everyone in general.
Bella looked at Irena. Irena gave Jane a nod.
Jane giggled and skipped forward. Tanya watched her affectionately. The woman was crawling very slowly, groaning as blood leaked from her neck and legs and both of her breasts, and Jane circled her once before putting a shoe on her ass and pushing her over.
The woman collapsed into the floor and groaned. Jane snagged a knife from a nearby bench and flipped the woman onto her back and straddled her hips. The woman was pale and her eyes were wide and empty.
"Please," she whispered hoarsely.
Jane smiled at her and used a thumb to spread her eyelid upward. The woman managed no more resistance than a feeble shake of her head. Jane put the tip of the knife to her eyelid and then she leaned down and whispered to her gently.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "Be terrified."
Then slowly, deliberately, she pushed the knife upwards through the eyelid.
At first the woman began to howl. Screams of agony came out of her as her body shuddered and buckled but Jane only grinned and held her down and continued pushing the knife upwards until it pierced into the woman's brain. The scream was instantly silenced and the body went limp and the face rolled to the side as the candleflames faded in her eyes.
A frightened chittering went up from the other prisoners and some terrified moans. Jane rose with the knife. It was covered with blood and stained with grey brainmatter. She tossed it aside and smiled at us. The rest of us were grinning at her and we got the impression she was only just beginning. Bella was impressed, a rare occurrence for her, and she smiled and nodded.
"Nice one," she said to Jane.
Jane gave a bow. Irena smirked at her, liking her style, and then she smiled at the rest of us.
"Well," she said. "Let the banquet begin, hm?"
We all looked at each other. The women along the wall were crying and tugging at their chains and we grinned at each other and broke off into pairs like guests at a party.
Bella, naturally, had seized the hands of Jane and Alice and the three of them began browsing the livestock together. Leah was fishing her stash out of her gown on the floor and she began rolling a joint for her and Kate. Esme and Carmen had linked arms, a little flustered at all the choices, and they began to browse as well. Irena opened a polished oak closet and inside the closet were her BDSM leathers on a wooden mannequin. Claire attended her like a servant and she helped her mistress into each piece, one by one, gloves, boots, corset.
That left Tanya and I. At first we simply hovered together and watched the others. Bella and the girls were perusing a glass displaycase of knives and the knives all featured long blades that gleamed in the candlelight with ivory holsters and gold bolsters with intricate inlay. Some of them long, some of them shorter. Some of them pointed like daggers. Some of them with curved edges and hooked tips. Some of them serrated like steak knives. The girls were quite in awe, like teenagers shopping for clothes, and the knives were beautiful enough to move them to ask permission before touching them.
"Irena, are we allowed to use these knives?" Bella called over her shoulder.
Irena was zipping up a long elbow-glove. "Of course, help yourself."
"Thank you!"
"Thank you, what?"
"Ma'am!"
The girls giggled and opened up the displaycase and reached inside for a knife each. Bella took one that was vicious and serrated, something that fit her personality, and Alice took one that was long and curved while Jane took one that was elegant and long.
There were women chained to the wall everywhere, whimpering in the candlelight, and the ones closest to the girls began crying and trying not to look at the knives. One of them was blonde, chained there with medium tits naked on her chest, and the girls grinned at her and went over and started teasing her with the knives before stabbing her in her stomach repeatedly like a prison shanking.
Gagged screams from the other women. The blonde struggled feebly as the girls giggled and stabbed her up and slowly she sagged in her chains and died. Alice grinned and licked the blade of her knife and Bella knelt down to lick at the blood running down the woman's leg and Jane was already turning to the next woman who sobbed hysterically and tried to turn away in her chains.
Tanya and I were watching and I gave a little chuckle.
"Well," I said. "Vicious little things, aren't they?"
Tanya chuckled as well. "Yes, but in the cutest possible way."
Tanya and I turned away and looked at the rest of our coven mates. Esme and Carmen had selected a young girl from the prisoners, a small blonde who was perhaps only fourteen years old, and they unlocked her chains and took her over to a wooden bench along the wall where they sat her down between them and whispered to her while she cried and stroked at her and kissed at her and told her everything would be alright, sinister mommies with a taste for daughters.
Leah had her joint rolled and she leaned with it in her mouth to a candle and got it lit. Kate was calling her over to some brunette she had found and Leah swaggered over to the victim her mate had selected and blew the smoke into her face. The brunette whimpered through gag and Kate and Leah began to touch her and stroke her naked breasts until Leah took the joint out of her mouth and teased the lit tip against the woman's stiff nipple. The woman screamed and thrashed in her chains and Leah laughed and put the joint out on her face as Kate bit into her neck.
Tanya and I saw all this and smiled and by now we were beginning to feel quite left out. I smiled at my lovely companion and offered my elbow for her to take.
"Well," I said. "Shall we, Tanya dearest?"
Tanya returned the smile and linked her elbow with mine. "Certainly, Vicky darling."
Together we moved away from the group and browsed the women on the opposite wall. Perhaps they had thought they were safer than the others but now they knew they were in danger as well and they began squirming in their chains and trying to avoid eye contact. Tanya and I smiled at them and at their naked breasts, strolling among them like women through a garden, and my throat was beginning to burn all over again.
I sighed and paused at a tall black woman who actually kind of glared at us. Her skin was quite dark, like dark chocolate, but her breasts were slightly lighter and quite round and large. I smiled at her and sighed and looked at the others before turning to Tanya.
"Quite a selection, isn't it?" I asked her conversationally.
"It is," she said. "Do you have any preference?"
"Not in particular. Do you?"
"No. I've always believed the company you share is more important than the meal you share."
I smiled at her and unlinked our arms. "True enough," I said. "Let us then settle for this fine lady."
The black woman grunted angrily into her gag and tried to twist away from my hands. Tanya smiled at her.
"Yes, she'll do nicely," she said.
I laughed and stroked one of those large chocolate colored breasts. The woman had tears in her eyes and she was glaring angrily. I smiled at her and turned back to Irena.
"Irena," I called to her. "Whereabouts are the keys?"
Irena was now fully clad in her leathers and she pointed at a cabinet while Claire finished lacing up her corset.
"In the cabinet," she said.
Tanya went to fetch a key while I unbuckled the gag from the woman's mouth. She gasped for air as soon as the ball came out of her mouth and then she sobbed and glared at me with wet black eyes.
"You fucking bitch," she said. "Let me go. Let me go, you fucking…"
I smiled and continued to stroke the mound of her breast.
"Shh," I whispered to her. "Shh. It's alright. Just be calm and it'll all be over soon."
Tanya came with the key and unlocked her wrists. The woman instantly tried to hit me as soon as her hands were free but her fists bounced off harmlessly. Her hair was a large dark perm and I held a handful of it while I spoke again to Irena.
"Irena, may we use one of these tables?" I called out across the candlelight.
Irena had selected a whip and she gave it a few practice cracks in the air as she laughed at my question. "You need not ask, Victoria. Everything here is at our disposal."
"How generous," I said with a smile, and then turned to Tanya. "Tanya, will you give me a hand?"
The woman was sobbing and struggling but together we managed to get her strapped down onto the table, wrists and ankles, utterly prone and helpless. She was crying now and the tears were streaming down the side of her face and she wasn't quite as brave anymore.
"Please," she said. "I don't want to die."
Tanya smiled at her and stroked her cheek affectionately. "Not right now, perhaps," she said softly. "But in a few minutes I'm sure you'll be begging for death."
While Tanya consoled the poor woman I went over to fetch us some knives from the displaycase. By now the girls had already been through three different victims. The first one was slumped in her chains with her stomach all stabbed up and the second one was slouched beside her with her throat cut and blood all run down her front like a red dress and the third one had been slit along her torso from vagina to chin. Now they were clustered around a forth woman, giggling with their knives and discussing how to kill her while woman sobbed wretchedly.
"You girls pace yourselves," I told them. "We have all night, remember?"
They grinned at me and didn't answer.
I smiled and selected a couple knives for Tanya and I and went back over to Tanya. As I was going by I noticed that Esme and Carmen had finally sunk their teeth into their girl. The girl was dead, eyes open and head lolling, and she was cradled between the two older woman on the bench as they fed from her neck.
Tanya was still stroking the black woman's hair when I got back but the woman hadn't seem to have calmed. I handed Tanya one of the knives and Tanya smiled as she took it.
"The peculiar thing is that I don't consider myself evil," she said. "I don't engage in this kind of behaviour often, but when I do, it always feels rather innocent. Like plucking petals from a flower."
I smiled and went around to the other side of the table. "It is innocent, Tanya dearest. None of us here are no more evil than a cat who plays with a mouse before consuming it."
A howl went up from across the dungeon. Bella had shoved the serrated blade of her knife into her victim's vagina and now she was twisting it like a screwdriver. Jane and Alice were biting whole chunks of her breasts off and the woman's eyes were rolling into her head from the mindless agony of the assault.
Tanya smirked at them and turned the smirk to me. I laughed and gave a small shrug.
"Well," I said. "Perhaps some of us are evil."
Tanya chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Perhaps they are."
The woman on the table was whimpering but she seemed to have given up struggling. Her whole face was wet with tears and the wetness gleamed in the candlelight against her dark skin.
Tanya smiled at her and used her hand to stroke the inside of the woman's long leg. The leg quivered. Tanya's eyes roamed up and down over her dark skin, over her flat tummy, the mounds of her breasts, and finally up to her face again.
"She really is quite beautiful," she said.
I nodded and stroked one of those breasts. "Yes," I said. "They all are. Irena and Claire have very high standards, it seems."
"Shall we begin, Vicky my dear?"
"After you, Tanya my sweet."
Tanya smiled at the endearment and then turned her attention to the woman on the table. By now her hand had begun rubbing at the vagina between those brown legs, just rubbing it like a partner who wanted to make love, and now she used her other hand to bring the knife up.
The woman had become aroused, very much against her will, and her breathing was sharp and fast as she gazed at the blade in terror.
"No," she whimpered. "Don't…"
Tanya smiled at her and continued to rub down there, faster and faster, and the woman moaned and tried to resist and finally succumbed to an orgasm just as Tanya drove the blade down into her heart.
The woman gasped, her eyes bulging out of her face. Blood was welling around the base of the blade and running over one tit. The knife was lodged in her breastplate and now Tanya ripped it free and released a great fan of blood that sprinkled our bodies and faces like a warm rain there in the candlelit dungeon. Together we shared a smile and then we lowered our mouths and bit into the dying woman on the table.
By now the dungeon was melodic with whipcracks and the sheiks of the raped. Gags removed and chains unlocked and naked women screaming for mercy as they were dragged by the hair to their places of execution.
Leah had gone to roll another joint but Irena stopped her and showed her a cabinet of narcotics that made the young woman's jaw dropped. Syringes and vials and small bottles of pills. Many of the substances she hadn't even heard of. Claire gave her a quick tutorial on some of the chemicals as Leah tossed a handful of tablets in her mouth. Irena took a syringe and filled it from a certain vial. She said it was a custom creation, part sedative, part hypnotic, and part aphrodisiac. Leah wondered how the needle was supposed to pierce a vampire's marble skin but Irena said it wasn't for them. It was for the victims.
She then bought the syringe over to the wall and perused the chained women there until she found a buxom blonde with huge pink nipples. The blonde shook her head but Irena smiled and took a handful of one of her hefty tits and squeezed it taut and slid the needle into her soft pink areola. Her face scrunched up in pain but the pain faded almost instantly as Irena depressed the plunger. The chemicals entered her blood stream within seconds and her eyes dilated and rolled up and a strange moan came out of her. Claire was taking off her gag and unlocking her chains. When the woman came free she was loose and unbalanced. She stumbled and laughed and looked at Irena's leather clad body. Black boots. Black gloves. Black corset that hiked up her breasts. The blonde grinned at her drunkenly and then looked at Claire and Leah as well, visibly filling with lust. Leah was impressed and she asked the woman her name but the woman only slurred a chuckle. Leah slapped her a couple times, trying to bring her to her senses, but the woman only giggled and fell over and started licking Leah's pussy.
Irena's closet also contained a selection of lingerie and soon the rest of us were likewise clad in a bit of rapeware, high heels and lace g-strings and sexy pushup bras. Bella and Alice got decked out in black and pink panties respectively and they found each other so hot that they paused to make out and grab each other's half naked asses. Soon the panties were gone again and they were licking each other on the floor.
Jane had put on some spare leathers until she looked like a small version of Irena, tiny mistress and no less dominant. Tanya had drifted back to her mate by now and she wore a submissive pair of white panties. Jane gave her orders and told her to set a woman up in the stockade. Tanya hastened to obey, unlocking a long legged brunette and leaving her gagged as she locked her head and wrists in the stocks like a medieval felon, bent over with her naked buttocks presented to anyone behind her. Jane had a whip in her hand and she smirked as she raised it and whipped it across those lovely buttocks in a vicious slash. The buttocks jiggled and a gagged scream came out of the woman. Jane raised the whip and whipped her again, opening a second thin red gash, and then she whipped again and again, over and over until the woman was sobbing with pain while blood ran down her legs.
Esme and Carmen had browsed for more young girls and now they had five of them, a quintet of tiny little beauties all about middleschool age. They had used some of the narcotics to make the girls more manageable and soon the two women were sitting on the bench with their legs open while the girls knelt on the floor like school children and licked at them one by one. Esme and Carmen moaned and orgasmed and snapped those small necks between their thighs and the girls giggled as they watched each other get killed and giggled some more as they themselves were killed.
By now the dungeon was already half depleted. Women were slumped dead in their chains or sprawled dead on the floor in pools of blood or mutilated on tables with knives sticking out of them like victims of surgical experimentation. Of the remaining women most had gone mute and they looked on in horror with the candlelight swimming over their naked tits as they listened to the screams and the laughter and waited their own turns to be raped and slain.
I had a knife in my hand and the blade was dripping with blood. I lifted it to my lips and licked it and winked at a certain woman who caught my eye. She had black hair and pale skin, similar to Bella, and I thought perhaps I could live out a vicarious fantasy with her. I removed her gagged and soothed her until she stopped begging. Even her voice reminded me of Bella back when we first met. So frightened. So full of fear. I kissed at her lips tenderly and stroked her breasts while she stood there against the wall with her arms chained above her head. Her mouth was so warm. Human warm. Exactly like how Bella's mouth used to be so long ago. I moaned and deepened the kiss with my tongue and then I pulled back and smiled at her and sank to my knees. She had stopped begging and she only watched and I administered a few light licks to her vagina. She shivered and seemed to like it. Also like Bella. I bought her to an orgasm and licked her a little more and then I rose and unlocked her chains and bent her over and slit her throat like a cow, just like how I'd always fantasized about doing to Bella.
Leah had found a strapon in the closet but it wasn't any kind of normal strapon. The shaft was thick and black and attached to the end of it was two inches of sharp steel. She grinned and put it on and asked Jane if she was done with the stockade. Jane paused in her whippings and wiped her forehead of the blood freckled there. A small pile of naked female corpses was stacked beside the stockade, all with lacerated buttocks, and she had gone about her whippings as if she had been appointed to the task as job. She saw the bladed strapon attached to Leah's hips and smiled slowly and gave her an eager nod.
Leah went over and soon they had a new woman bent over with her head and wrists in the stockade. She was gagged and she screamed and stomped a foot as she struggled against the locked wood. Leah gave her a spank on her butt to calm her and then she took her hips with one hand and used the other to guide the tip of the bladed strapon toward that waiting vagina. The woman panicked at the touch of cold steel and shook her ass uncontrollably and then suddenly an almighty howl came out of her as Leah gave a vicious thrust of her hips that carried the blade all the way up into her womb. The scream subsided as the pain was muted by shock and all she did was groan as Leah grinned and started fucking her, in and out, shredding her pussy and carving up her vaginal canal until it was nothing but a gapping red maw.
Jane was watching with a grin, clad in her leathers, and then she scurried off to get a strapon of her own. She found one exactly like Leah's, complete with a blade for a tip, and came back over just as the woman died and slumped over with her hair dangling. They quickly unlocked her and tossed her onto the pile of corpses and fetched a new one. This woman had seen everything and she struggled hysterically with her tits flopping all over the place as they forced her into the stocks. They soon had her secure and bent over and Leah went to her ass and spanked it and grabbed it and shoved the strapon in. Blood immediately began gushing. Jane smiled and went around to the front of the woman with her own bladed strapon and unbuckled her gag. The woman sobbed and started begging but Jane only grabbed her face and forced open her mouth. Leah egged her on with a grin and Jane was so small that even in her heeled boots she had to stand on tiptoes in order to push the strapon into the woman's mouth. The blade slit apart her throat as it entered and the begging was instantly silenced. Leah let out a whoop and continued to fuck the pulp of her pussy while Jane smiled and continued to fuck her mouth, the woman dying and bleeding from both ends like a piece of meat on a spit.
In the corner of the dungeon there was a sink with running water that we used to clean up a little between killings. There was a small brass bathtub there as well and Alice wondered if we could fill it with blood. Bella and I told her to get inside and she giggled and stepped in and reclined there with her legs open and her feet dangling over the sides, completely naked. Bella and I came back with two women by the hair and we hacked open their throats and let the blood pour into the tub. There was just enough to submerge little Alice and she giggled and rubbed it into her skin and into her tiny little tits and soon Bella and I were tumbling into the tub with her, the three of us laughing and splashing and licking and kissing and gulping down the blood.
Afterward we cleaned up a little and Alice wandered off with an axe she'd found. There was a woman kneeling in the floor, crying and covered in blood, and Alice saw her and casually raised the axe and split her skull like some insane axe-wielding pixie. She then pushed the woman off the axebit with her foot and giggled and began chopping up the corpse.
Bella and I had taken an interest in the guillotine. So far no one had thought of a use for it but not many had the same creativity for murder as me and my mate. We circled the contraption and glanced it over. Bella had a woman by the hair, the woman sobbing and struggling, and she smiled and tilted her head at the guillotine.
"Now this is hot," she said. "Any idea how it works?"
I nodded vaguely. "Seems simple enough," I said. "I suppose we raise the blade…"
There was a rope attached to a winch and as I pulled on the rope the thick heavy blade began to raise. That enormous slate of steel must've been at least a hundred pounds and it came to rest right at the top as I secured the rope.
"Then we put the woman here…"
Bella grinned and shoved the woman down and locked her into place. She was on her hands and knees and trying franticly to push herself out.
I smiled and took the rope.
"And then we simply…"
I pulled the cord.
There was a little click and the blade fell with vicious velocity and cleanly severed the woman's head. The sobs stopped and the head bounced and rolled and came to rest a couple feet away, the eyes still alive for a moment and blinking above the ballgag. The body simply slumped.
Bella smiled at the head and then at the guillotine.
"Awesome," she said.
I agreed with a nod. Bella giggled and started hauling on the rope to raise the blade again.
"Get another one, but put her upside down," she said. "So her head faces up."
I smiled and I thought I had an idea what she wanted to do. I went to fetch another victim, some sobbing little blonde, and I smiled at the others who were engaged in their own amusements. Irena had heated a wire whip in a small stove and she used it to whip Claire's back. Claire was chained to the wall, like any other victim, and she screamed from each lash of the glowing yellow wire whipped across her skin.
Bella was tapping her foot impatiently by the time I got back and she grinned and grabbed the woman by the hair and looked her over.
"Yeah," she said approvingly. "She'll do."
The woman whimpered and Bella shoved her down. Usually the victim would be on her hands and knees and looking down at the floor but Bella hauled her around and made sure she was looking up. She tried to struggle a little bit, her eyes wide and transfixed on that giant blade up there, but she was too frightened.
"Please," she said. "Please, don't…"
Bella smirked and went around to her face and straddled it with her vagina. The woman moaned and tried to turn away but Bella grinned and began rubbing herself into her mouth.
"You better start licking it, bitch," she said. "Right now."
The woman had no choice and soon she actually did it. Bella moaned and moved her hips, squatting over her face, and after a while she opened her eyes and reached for the rope that would release the blade.
"Mmm," she murmured, grinding her hips downward. "That's it. Yeah. Keep licking. Mmm. Mmm."
I watched her, smiling. She was smiling as well and I could see the orgasm approaching in her face. She let it come, standing naked over her victim with her hand on the rope like some slutty executioner, and then finally she groaned and—
Pulled the rope.
The blade came down across the throat down there and lopped off the head with a solid thump. The head dropped away from Bella's vagina and Bella giggled and stepped away from it. The head was still barely alive and the wet mouth was still moving. Bella kicked it away and I raised a brow at her.
"Having fun, my love?" I asked her.
She laughed and swept a hand through her hair. "Oh yeah."
"I think I have a fun idea as well," I said. "Fetch me a strapon quickly."
Bella nodded eagerly and went to get one while I pulled the headless corpse away and shoved it aside. She came back with a standard black strapon, nice and thick, and I started putting it on.
"Now go get another girl for me," I said. "One with a nice ass."
Bella giggled at that and went to fetch one. The supply had dwindled and there wasn't the same selection there used to be but she found a nice girl, perhaps eighteen years old, and unlocked her and bought her back over.
The girl was darkhaired and crying but I took her and began to soothe her.
"Shh," I whispered to her. "Don't cry, sweetie. It won't hurt at all, I promise."
The girl actually stopped crying but it wasn't because she wasn't afraid. She simply seemed to give up. All night she had watched every other prisoner subjected to the most ghastly deaths and now it was her turn and she knew there was nothing she could do.
I turned her around and forced her to kneel gently and lowered her head. Bella was winching the blade back up. The girl didn't resist at all as I locked her head into place. She only sniffled softly. I liked her attitude and knelt down behind her. Hopefully I could give her a nice big orgasm before she died.
I was poking the tip of the strapon at her vagina when she finally spoke.
"Please, don't," she whimpered.
"Don't what, sweetie?"
"Don't kill me."
I laughed and pushed the shaft inside her gently. She was quite tight and she moaned at the penetration. I stroked her sides and her hips and began thrusting slowly.
"Don't kill you?" I echoed. "Are you sure? You might want to rethink that. Now isn't the time to be short sighted. You must be aware you're never going to leave this dungeon alive. Death is the only release you can dare hope for. So shouldn't you be begging for death instead? Hm?"
A low moan came out of her. I wasn't even sure if she was listening. Her vagina was getting wet and the strapon was sliding in and out. In and out. Pumping her body full of pleasure. Bella was standing there with her hand on the rope and she grinned and watched. I gave her a wink and turned my attention back to the girl as the girl moaned once more.
"Yes, that's good," I said. "Get nice and wet. There's no shame in it. You're scared. And frightened. No one will make fun of you for submitting. Let your vagina enjoy it. It's okay."
"Please…"
"Please what?"
"Just kill me," she whimpered. "Just kill me, please."
I smiled at her acceptance and continued to slide the strapon in and out of her. There were screams from the other end of the dungeon and the room was thick with the scent of blood.
"I will, sweetie," I whispered to her. "Just as soon as you orgasm. So go ahead. Squeeze that little vagina. Moan for me. Moan louder."
"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god."
"Yes," I whispered, beginning to thrust harder. "You're almost there. Keep going, sweetie. Just a little bit longer. Release is only moments away. Come for me. Come for me really hard."
The girl was moaning louder and louder as her orgasm approached and her death as well. Her vagina was dripping wet and the strapon made squishing sounds as it plunged in and out and pushed her closer and closer to her eternal release.
"Oh god," she groaned. "Oh god. Oh god. OhhhHHH—"
Bella pulled the cord.
The blade came down exactly as the girl reached her peak of ecstasy. Her cry was cut off along with her head. The head hit the floor and rolled aside but I maintained a grip on her hips and continued to drive the strapon into her body for a little longer and the vagina actually responded with little grips and squeezes as if the power of orgasm truly were some mystical thing that transcended life and death.
By now the candles had burnt to less than half their length and some of them had gone out. It had been hours since we'd began and our supply was running short. Our appetites had been more than satisfied and most of the blood was wasted at this point. Left to drain out of broken bodies as we raped and murdered for the pure pleasure of it.
Jane and Bella had gotten back together again and Jane was trying to convince Bella to let her strap her to the table. Bella was actually a little frightened of the tiny blonde in her BDSM leathers but she eventually agreed and climbed onto the table. Jane had been heating a knife in the small stove and now she took it from the coals and circled the table with the yellow hot blade. Bella looked at it in excitement and recommended that she should probably be gagged. Jane smiled at that and said she'd rather hear her scream and then she slipped the glowing knife between Bella's thighs and shoved it into Bella's vagina.
Bella howled and instantly began thrashing as the hot metal sizzled inside her core. I was watching in a little bit of distress but the rest of us laughed at how she was getting a taste of her own torture. Jane eventually pulled the knife out and gave Bella moment or two to recover before she smiled and went back to work.
Claire had received quite a bit of punishment with hot tools as well. She had lash marks all over her body and burns all over her breasts. None of the damage was permanent, however, and all it took was a bit of blood to replenish her body back to its perfect state.
Tanya and I watched Jane operate on Bella for a while until we wandered off to the bed in the corner. The bed was stained with blood and there was a dead woman handcuffed to it. We unlocked the handcuffs and shoved the corpse to the floor and then I smiled at Tanya and took her face in my hands and kissed her before moving down between her legs. She was still wearing white lace panties, small stains of blood on them, and I pulled them off to reveal the gorgeous vagina behind them and I licked at it and kissed it and suckled her to an orgasm that mingled among the sounds of screams and sizzling skin.
By the time Jane was done with Bella she looked like one of her victims. My poor mate was half mindless with pain and she could barely walk as she stumbled across the dungeon and grabbed some woman and bit into her. The fresh blood caused her wounds to close and heal over and then she dropped the woman and smiled and wiped her mouth and called Jane a fucking psycho.
The night was finally beginning to wind down and all of us were very exhausted, both emotionally and sexually. The final few victims were done one at a time. Gang raped with strapons and stabbed with knives. Claire had been sent for glasses and she returned with the punchbowl from the prom.
The punchbowl was set on the table and the final victim was brought forth, a traumatized brunette with eyes that had gone vacant from the enormity of the evil she'd witness here tonight. Irena took her by the hair and slit her throat and drained her into the punchbowl. The rest of us were smiling and standing around with cups.
Once the woman was drained she was simply shoved aside to take her place with all the other dead women on the floor. Some of them headless. All of them naked and raped and covered with blood. I smiled and surveyed the carnage with a feeling in my heart I could not quite name. Some strange correlation between death and beauty. The pale skin, the dark dried blood. The emptiness in their eyes. The peace. The stillness. Women slumped in their chains with heads bowed like women at a funeral. Breasts exposed and stained with blood. My eyes swept across the room and my smile grew and finally I sighed and turned back to the group. The coven.
Tanya had filled her glass first and she smiled and raised it.
"I would like to propose a toast," she said. "To Bella and Victoria."
Leah and Kate groaned and rolled their eyes. Bella smirked at their jealousy and I smirked a little bit too. It wasn't our fault we were Tanya's favourites.
Claire was using a glass dipper to fill the rest of the glasses. Tanya gave Kate and Leah a chiding look and then turned to Bella and I.
"We're happy to have you home," she said.
I laughed and gazed once more at the massacre of dead women around us. "Not as happy as we are, Tanya," I said. "In fact, allow me to counter your toast with a new one. To the coven. No matter how far any of us might stray, this is where we all belong. Together."
Tanya smiled at that and looked at the others. Everyone else smiled as well. Esme and Carmen, the mothers, the homemakers. Alice, who had come from a coven where she was supressed and into this coven where she thrived. Irena, the new leader. Claire, her faithful slave. Jane, wife of Tanya. Tanya, the centrepiece, the glue, the one we loved and admired above all. Kate and Leah, comicbook nerds.
My heart surged with love as I gazed at their faces and beautiful bodies and it was Tanya who answered the toast.
"I'll drink to that," she said.
Then she lifted the cup to her lips and sipped and the rest of us sipped as well.
The taste of blood tingled on my tongue and I smiled as I swallowed. What a perfect ending to a perfect night. Alice was gulping down her entire cup and she groaned loudly when it was finished.
"Oh boy," she said. "I don't think I can drink another drop."
Bella smirked at her. "Lightweight."
Claire giggled and turned to Irena. "Shall I begin cleaning up, ma'am?"
Irena smiled and shook her head. "We'll deal with that tomorrow," she said. "Tonight is special and there's still at least two hours before sunrise. Anybody care to join us upstairs?"
The offer caused everyone to smile. We shared glances, all thinking the same thing, and Tanya turned to our hostess.
"I think I can speak for everyone, Irena," she said, "when I say we'd love to."
Irena nodded and set her cup on the table by the blood-filled punchbowl. Claire set hers down as well and began blowing out the candles. The rest of us quickly gulped down the last few drops in our cups. Bella and I shared a smile, so happy to be home, and the final candle winked out just as she took my hand.
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AN: Whew. That was intense, lol.
I just hoped it turned out okay. You can tell I'm very burnt out, but I still try to put in 100%. I tried to make the deaths as creative as possible and utilize everything in the dungeon while making sure there was some fluff and even a bit of character development. I think it turned out pretty good, even if the prose was a little uninspired compared to earlier chapters. After 70 chapters and 600,000 words, it's really hard to come up with new ways of describing this shit, lol.
Also, I have a pretty big announcement. The next chapter will be the final chapter. I can hardly believe it, to be honest. It's actually very scary for me. This story has been part of my daily routine for so long. Hours and hours, every single night, working on this story and hustling out these chapters. After it's all over, I have no idea what I'm going to do, lol. I still have to write a novel, so maybe I'll try that. They tell me I have talent. ;)
Okay, hope you liked it. For the last time: new chapter soon. :)