Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
I’d done this upstairs because the vampires couldn’t join us until dark, and I assumed we’d be finished long before then.
This was about the wolf owning the swan.
It was about the daywalkers without the vampires.
The summer meant we had sixteen hours of sunlight and the Strigorii only had eight hours of night, which amounted to them awake around twelve hours per day, since they’re so strong.
I preferred the winter, when we had more time for the four of us, but the summer months had brought Arabella and me closer. More time with just the two of us.
I bottomed out in her ass. Pulled all the way out. Watched her asshole close.
And then I went in balls deep and commenced to fucking her like a madman. Or, a mad werewolf. The wolf was present. I felt him. Not enough he could change, or enough he could send me on a rampage, but he was watching. He approved. He wanted to take the clamp off and lick her clit.
I didn’t want to stop fucking her, but I thought taking the clamp off was a marvelous idea. I ordered Arabella to do it.
She knew taking it off would hurt, but she hesitated for less than a second. A slave would be punished for that, but not a sex toy. Not to my way of thinking, anyway.
Her screams filled the room when it came off, and I went in and held while her pussy and asshole spasmed around my wrist and cock.
She wasn’t allowed an orgasm without permission, and she didn’t come, but it was a close call.
My fist. My fat cock. The cinnamon. It was all too much.
The addition of being required to cause herself pain by removing the clamp nearly tossed her over the edge.
I’d made her go the full month of May without an orgasm.
She’d been frantic by the time June arrived, and we’d spent a good part of the first day and evening giving her orgasms. Partway through, she was begging for a respite.
She didn’t get it. Three of us working on her, we could rest in shifts, but we didn’t let her have a break for hours.
“Don’t even think of having an unsanctioned orgasm.
Sex toys don’t get to decide when they come.
” I fucked her a few more minutes before mentioning, “Did you know Kieran once kept a slave from orgasming for ten years? Edged him every day, or had him edged if he was too busy, but didn’t let him come.
Milked him on Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday, without fail, just to make sure he stayed virile. ”
She didn’t respond, which was fine. “You only have to change four times a year to stay out of physical pain. I think it might be fun to staple your beautiful cunt closed the day after you change, and let you be anal-only for a quarter. Or, I suppose anal and oral only. We can staple your clit inside, too, so you can’t get to it.
There’s supposed to be a way to put a shield over it before the lips are stapled closed, so you can’t hump something for pleasure. ”
A sob erupted. “I’m yours, Sir. Yours! Whatever it takes so we both know it.”
I went in and held. The clamp had fallen off her belly, and I reached for another.
And another. And another. With three on her belly, I lifted one and headed towards her nipple with it.
These aren’t regular nipple clamps. No. These are industrial clamps designed for use on a construction site.
Strong, with dozens of plastic teeth. Her screams made me want to pump her ass some more, but I didn’t. Not yet.
Another nipple clamp.
And then, slowly, I moved a clamp towards her clit.
“Hold your lips open for me.”
She did, and this time, I made sure to get all of the tip in the clamp.
She’d skipped the tip, last time, and only clamped the top of the base.
This one was big enough to fit over the entire length of her little clitty.
It completely smashed it. You can’t do this on a human without risk of nerve damage.
She cried silently, but her scent told me it was as much good pain as bad. We were still doing fine.
I stepped back and let my cock come out of her ass. Slow. I sat back down and looked at the spot my hand disappeared inside her cunt. I dipped my free hand in the oil and put a single finger in beside my wrist. Then another.
And a third.
She shook her head, but she didn’t ask me to stop. I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“My body does, Sir, but not my mind. Please, do what you will.”
“Someday, I’ll get two fists inside you, but not today.” I stood, thinned my cock down a little, and slid it back inside her ass. I’d been practicing without telling her. Once I could hold my warrior form, re-shaping my dick size hadn’t been terribly difficult.
I slid all the way in and hit bottom. I pulsed it wider.
And wider
And wider.
When it was the thickness of a soda can, I stopped. Her moans and whines came both on the inhale and exhale, but it was still mostly good pain. She was fine. Stuffed completely full, but fine.
I removed the fingers from around my wrist, took one nipple clamp off, and pulsed my cock bigger. My Arabella gave a long, shrieking scream.
The other nipple clamp off. Another scream.
My cock went thicker. Again. This scream was frantic, and longer.
She stopped long enough to get a breath, and then screamed some more.
I pulsed my cock wider. And wider. I felt her asshole tear a little.
I pulled out a few inches and slammed back in.
This fat, I only had about five inches to work with, so I didn’t move much.
“What do you want?”
“I want to come, Sir!”
“That isn’t happening while the sun’s up. We’ll see what Kieran thinks once he and Gwen come up and join the fun. It pleases me to deny you, for now. What else do you want?”
“A kindness, Sir. A single kindness.” Her gaze met mine. “Please?”
I used gentle pressure to massage her nipples until they were the right shape again.
I caressed her breasts. I cradled her cheek with my hand, and leaned forward as much as I could with my fist still buried in her cunt.
“I love you, dear Arabella. You’re pleasing me.
I know you can take more. Will you take what I need to give you? ”
“I will always take what you want to give me. You know I love you all the way to the bottom of my heart.”
“I do.”
We had another forty minutes until the vampires joined us, and I made my cock as fat as it would go and still be long enough to stay in, and then added a few fingers around it, to spread her open even more.
She was so full, it was a tight fit. Her holes would be wrecked when the vampires came up, but that was okay.
Gwen especially enjoyed whipping a nicely wrecked hole.
I didn’t know why, but I quite enjoyed watching.
Of course, when Kieran wrecked my asshole and then she whipped it, I didn’t always appreciate her technique.
I had a massive orgasm in her and on her a few moments before the sun sank below the horizon, and then sat in the chair to recover while I waited for the two vampires to join us. I kept my hand in her cunt because I had a feeling Kieran wanted me to.
And I’d been right, because he walked to me, slid his fingers in around my wrist, and then talked me through pulling my fist out as his went in.
What I didn’t expect, was for him to immediately jam his other fist in. My hands are a lot bigger than his, so it made sense, once I considered it.
But... damn. That was sexy as fuck. Both of his hands inside of her. Swallowed up by her cunt. He’d dipped them in the cinnamon oil first, so the burn would start fresh and be worse for her. Raw tissues and burning oil.
But she wasn’t screaming or shaking her head.
In fact, she was looking at him with doe eyes, and her scent was all good pain.
Once upon a time, I’d have assumed he was using vampire mind tricks, but I knew better.
She wanted to please him. She loved having him own her just as much as she loved having me own her.
And just as much as you love having me own you? Gwen asked telepathically.
It’s a different kind of ownership, but yes. I like it when you take charge, Ma’am.
“You know where I want you.”
I did. There’s a bar she likes me to bend over so she can stick things in my ass and torture my cock and balls from behind.
Mostly, she likes it because there’s a padded platform she can lie on, perfect for me to eat her out while I’m bent over and in pain from whatever she’s just done to my cock, balls, and asshole.
Apparently, she felt some turnabout was fair play, because she stuffed a huge plug up my ass and used pepper oil as lube.
Not cinnamon oil. Oh no. That would’ve been too kind.
Tears streamed from my eyes, but I didn’t scream.
My screams upset our swan, and sometimes the vampires did that for a mind-fuck, but today, they ordered me to remain silent. I did, but I couldn’t stop the tears.
My Mistress rubbed the oil on my cock and balls, and hung weights from my balls until I worried they’d be ripped off.
I’d seen a slave castrated this way once.
He’d been changed shortly thereafter, and healed.
And then put back into human form so they could do it again.
He’d been sentenced to be castrated thirteen times in one night, and the other slaves had been forced to watch.
The last time, they castrated him with a dull silver knife — so it hurt worse and so the silver was in contact longer while they sawed at it — and then didn’t let him change.
He was kept in human form three and a half weeks, and his balls never grew back.
We’d all behaved perfectly for months afterward. Talk about a way to pull all the male slaves into conformity.
And so, whenever someone put so many weights on my balls, this memory always returned. It wasn’t a good thing. My dick went soft. I couldn’t help it.
Gwen put a hand on my back. “I’ve asked you before to let me take that memory away.”