Chapter 24
The following days went by in a blur. Shifters spent most of the daylight hours aboveground under the dome, and apparently the big game for everyone was dodgeball, but played with multiple basketballs at a time, so you had to keep track of them all in order to avoid being hit.
She also spent a good deal of time in the workout area, and a whole lot of time at her laptop, wrangling rabbit DNA.
Someone bought her for an hour, so she had an extra session of sex and feeding while bound to the bondage table in the Lupanar.
She wasn’t a huge fan of the Witches Trial feeding frenzy, where mostly her vampire looked for odd moles on her body and asked her a bunch of interrogation-style questions before bending her over, fucking her, and then drinking her down.
She was in the audience on this night, since only the level three masochists were on stage.
The Sleeping Beauty night was fun to get dressed up for, but then she just had to pretend to be asleep, and then pretend to be fucked awake before she was bitten.
It made for good orgasms, but wasn’t anywhere near as exciting as the Viking Night promised to be.
The instructions were to braid long hair into two braids coming down around the face, and minimal makeup with rosy cheeks, smudged brown eyeliner if any at all, and berry-colored lip gloss or dye, but no lipstick.
Lana was struggling with her braids in the bathroom, so Emmy helped her out.
“I’m placing an order at the Mordnik General Store,” Lana told her. “I need more ponytail holders, and I’m ordering some super-warm socks while I’m at it. If you want to go in on the $25 delivery fee, you’re welcome to add to the order.”
“Oh man, I want dark chocolate with sea salt. I only looked at part of the video, but I saw those near the front. I’ll look at the rest and see if there’s anything else. When are you placing the order?”
“Tomorrow evening. Oh, I’m getting chapstick, too. They have some natural stuff. Toby’s getting wool glove liners. Rhea says she’s good, but I haven’t had a chance to tell Felix, so if you can do that, I’ll have your room taken care of.”
“I will, and I’ll take a look at the video after the feeding frenzy and let you know when we all hit the cafeteria, after.”
Upstairs, she was put into a scratchy woolen knee-length tunic, probably the same color as the sheep, from the looks of it. She’d been told to come naked and barefoot, and it appeared all the townspeople would be unshod.
Tonight the stage was lined with mats, and there were mats all around the audience floor in blocks of nine — three-by-three, with space between.
She’d start out at the side of the stage, and then would take off running. The vampires in Viking gear would run up the steps and onto the stage, catch them, and then the raping and pillaging would begin.
Flock would be standing in their spot on the floor, and the vampires would rush in and ‘take’ their assigned flock member while action was taking place on the stage.
And once again, vampires who wanted to be on stage had participated in an auction earlier in the day, bidding on the scenario they wanted to partake.
When it was time to start, all the flock in place, the vampires who’d perform at the bottom of the stage steps, all the other vampires staged on the spiral staircase outside the theater, Emmy stood just off the stage and waited for the lights to blink.
When they finally did, she bolted onto the stage, her braids whipping as she ran, the scratchy woolen tunic flapping against her thighs, bare feet slapping the floor.
The Viking vampires stormed up the steps in woolen tunics and leggings, some in fur, a few in helmets, and nearly all had whips or scourges hanging from their belts.
One lunged, a burly figure with huge hands. He grabbed her arm, yanked her back, and then a hand closed around her throat.
She stumbled and stopped, and he moved his hand to the back of her head, manhandling and pushing her to her knees, the mat smooth under her skin.
He hiked her tunic, exposing her, and thrust into her pussy from behind, the sudden stretch making her gasp as she caught sight of Zander chasing Spence across the stage.
Zander’s flogger cracked against Spence’s back, red welts rising, and Spence fell to the floor near the edge of a mat.
Zander mounted him. She heard a scream and looked to see a Viking scourging a shackled level-three, tearing at his back, blood and skin flying.
Another shout, and she turned her head to see someone bent over a section of fence, her Viking fucking her with gusto.
Zander’s flogger snapped again, Spence’s cry sharp.
The stage was a chaos of motion, but then Emmy’s world narrowed to the cock inside her when her Viking pulled out and thrust back into her, grabbed her hips, and pounded her hard and fast, hips slamming.
Emmy loved the raw force, her body rocking forward as another vampire stepped in front, went to his knees, used his thumb to pry her jaws open, and his cock shoved into her mouth and throat in one brutal thrust.
Her vision blurred and she gagged around the cock, fighting for oxygen, and then futilely attempted to scream when the cock in her cunt came out and plunged into her ass. The burn was too much, he was too big for her to take all at once, but she was consumed by the cocks and just had to take it.
She relaxed and fought to accept them when Felix’s screams pierced the air with true pain, but with enough erotic undercurrents, she felt a little envious that he could both hate it and love it. Other screams filled the room as well, pleasure and bliss.
The Vikings working her over said something in a language she didn’t understand, and then stood with her, the one in her ass remaining inside her, the other stepping in front of her, and plunging into her pussy.
She wrapped her legs and arms around him, and moments later they were both pounding her again, their timing perfect so she was filled with two cocks, then empty, and then completely filled again.
The friction and movement, the violence of it — she was completely overwhelmed, helpless to do anything but just take it, to feel, to experience.
She had no idea how long they fucked her before a long, low horn blast rolled through the ballroom, deeper than thunder, rougher than any instrument Emmy had ever heard.
It shivered through her skin and vibrated up her spine, cutting through the screams and moans like a blade, and without warning, fangs struck.
The vampire in her ass sliced his fangs into her back near her shoulder blade while the one in front went into the traditional spot at the left of her neck.
Lips sealed around both, and they sucked in time to each other, both still buried in her.
They drank, and drank, two at once — and then both injected the orgasm cocktail at the same time.
Pleasure rocketed through her in white hot waves, crashing through her being, pulsing through muscles until they spasmed and jerked, and she thought the top of her head might come off from the sheer ecstasy of it.
Every nerve throbbed with furious carnality, flooded by bliss.
Her entire body shuddered, her pussy and ass clenched on the dual cocks inside her, and then the vampires came inside her, their moans lost in the frenzy’s roar.
And when they were finished, they gently settled her on the mat, and left.
Emmy sat for a few minutes, but then stood and staggered off the stage, her body buzzing with energy despite the drain of feeding two vampires. Lightheadedness danced at the edges, but she’d be fine. It never took her body long to rebuild and replenish.
Scanning the chaos, she spotted Felix still lying on a mat, his back and ass a horrible mess. The scourge had literally flayed him open, removing his skin and some of the muscle below. The rest of his body was a mosaic of bruises.
Emmy’s heart clenched, and she hurried to him. He spotted her and blinked, his face pale and pinched, but he gave her a smile through the pain.
Carrying him would be worse than helping him walk, so she told him, “Let’s get you downstairs, okay?”
She knew from experience he wouldn’t want to change until behind the safety of their locked door, so she took her tunic off, and gathered his from the floor.
She offered a hand. “I’ll help you up, and we’ll take it slow.”
Felix nodded, a weak smile playing on his lips, and he let her help him up.
She grasped just under his elbow, and he leaned on her as they walked.
“We’ll take it one step at a time.”
She turned their tunics in at the door, and they walked out of the theater. He was in no shape for the pole, but thankfully, they were allowed to go down two-wide for an hour after an event.
“Almost there,” Emmy encouraged as they passed the flock’s common areas. “Just a few more steps.”
Once inside their room, Felix let out a sigh of relief. “Home sweet home.”
He didn’t bother walking all the way to the bed, just changed a few feet inside the door as soon as Emmy closed it. He hopped nearly all the way to the bed once he was on four legs, paused about thirty seconds, and then went back to human, standing beside the bed, and he immediately sat.
“Damn. Fuck. Thanks for that.”
“Anytime. You want to shower?”
He blew out a breath. “No. I’m fine. You go on. I’ll wait for you, and we can go up together to eat.”
She was under the shower, conditioner on her hair while she used the handheld unit to clean her girly parts when she heard a gasp of pain as the door opened.
She peered around the wall to see Felix standing wide-eyed and shirtless, and she rushed to him, but saw the fresh mark on his arm long before she reached him.
Toby was out of the shower and drying off, and she tried to keep her voice casual. “Hey Toby, can you text Spence? We need ice for Felix’s arm, and he should tell Zander it’s happened again.”
Rhea stepped to them and told Emmy. “Rinse your hair real quick. I’ll walk Felix back to our room to wait for the ice.”
“If you take your pants off, we can hold you under the shower with cold water on your arm until the ice arrives,” Emmy told Felix.
He hesitated and then nodded, and she helped him out of his pants and underwear. Rhea took him to the shower she’d been using and ran cold water on him while Emmy rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the soap from her pussy.
Zander arrived within minutes, his gaze sharp on the mark before he said, “Spence is bringing ice.”
He was gone as fast, leaving the air tense. Spence arrived minutes later, and they turned off the water, toweling Felix off with soft pats, tucking him into bed with the icepack on the rash. Spence’s voice was low, “Others have it, too.”
Toby grunted. “I’ll go up and get an ice pack for me, so I’ll have it handy. Fuck, I don’t want to hurt like that again.”
“Tell me about it,” Felix said, his voice echoing his pain and anger.
“We’ll set an infirmary up in the theater again,” Spence said. “Easier to care for everyone together.”
“We need to get fluids in both of them,” Emmy told Spence, “and all the other mammal shifters, before the poison hits their system and they can’t keep anything down.”
“I need to text security and tell them I can’t come to the outpost,” Toby said. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.”