Enslaved by the Lesbian Vampire Cougars chapter 4

Enslaved by the Lesbian Vampire Cougars

Chapter 4: Devana’s lair

Warm, soft skin all around me, breasts too, very big and cuddly breasts that cuddle me into a sweet comfortable sleep. I don’t want this to end ever, it feels so good and so right to have this kind of intimacy. And yet I know I have to, because it’s just another lie, another horrible thing fooling me into thinking this is a home, it isn’t for me, I’m just a plaything for these women, I’m their amusement and past time, these women are going to kill me slowly and make it into a game. Car keys, car keys, car keys, that’s the path to salvation, get those car keys.

I opened my eyes and was greeted to two beautiful women, I think this is the first time I‘ve woken up before a bedpartner. They really are incredibly beautiful, Veronica was so youthful she could pass for a college freshmen and Vanessa had this incredibly nurturing face like you would expect from a mother. These women put out an image so beautiful and so loving you can’t help but be attracted to them, but it’s a lie, there’s nothing remotely loving about these women, and if there is it’s a sick love. They may love each other like a family, but so do most narcissists and their slaves; loving only those close to you and having contempt for others is all you need to be a serial killer, no one else is better suited to become a vampire than these women.

They stirred awake and so did the hairs on the back of my neck, I knew they probably wouldn’t try to strangle me again, no today was Devana’s turn to claw me to death; everyday I’m here feels like one step closer to the dinner table.

“Oh wow, you woke up first, I wonder what that means for the tradition, does that mean you have to go down on the both of us?” Veronica said with a wry smile, I bet she’s looking forward to ordering me around like that.

“Now, now, she’s still our guest it’s only fair that she gets the two of us treating her to a family wake up.”

“Oh fine, so what do you feel like buttercup, two mouths on one clit or do you want your anus to join in?”

I don’t want this anymore, I don’t want these women touching my body anymore.

“Can’t we just skip it for today? I mean sex and tickling, I’ll be getting enough of that already from Devana, can’t we just cuddle for a change or something?”

What a stupid idea, they’re going to seriously fall for that.

“Oh sweetie, you should’ve just asked earlier, of course we can do that.”

The two cruel women turned into cuddly creatures before my eyes, all warm smiles and sweet cooing sounds like the kind you’d see in a shallow anime about smiling teenagers all acting like meek little dolls. That’s how they see me, some meek little china doll that always keeps her mouth shut and smiles and giggles and sounds and acts like a little baby; it’s a fantasy just as superficial as how they’re acting now. ‘It was a mistake, I never meant anything by it, it won’t happen again’, all meaningless words that don’t mean anything, just a prelude to more abuse.

We lay there together, the three of us, it was comfortable but really I just wanted anything to keep me away from Devana; everything I’ve heard says she’s the worst of the lot, I can’t be near that woman not when I’ve barely survived her sisters. What is she going to do to me, is she going to be more like a regular vampire than these two? Is she going to drink my blood? No she won’t do that, the others haven’t so far, though that doesn’t mean she won’t do something equally horrible.

Find the car keys, that’s what I have to do, find some way to get out of here as quickly as possible. Can I do it now? Not when I know that Farah is in the next room and Vanessa’s here right now, I have to find a time where I can get them and then to the car with most people out of the house or at least just those two.

“Sweetie I think it’s time to get up now, if not Devana’s going to be cross with you, and believe me you don’t want that.”

The two of them separated from me and guided me again back towards their dresser, this time there was no makeup, just a dress more frilly than the one before, white and conservative and very lady like. I’m guessing this is for Devana’s sake who likes the idea of degrading and torturing pretty princesses, don’t get me wrong I fantasize about doing that girls I hate in my dorm all the time, but I don’t want to be her sub unless there’s a safe word.

“I don’t want to go down there.” I know that wasn’t going to accomplish anything, but I really didn’t want to go down there, I wanted to put it off as much as possible.

“Sweetie please, Devana is waiting, you don’t want to upset your auntie do you? You want to make a good impression on her don’t you?”

I want to get away, I want to get away, so far away from this place.

“Come on now, Veronica will guide you downstairs, now if you excuse me I need to see Farah. Believe me I will give her a stern talking to, you don’t have to worry about her anymore, but you will have to worry about Devana if you keep her waiting any longer.”

“Come on sweetpea, let’s get going.”

As Vanessa and Veronica led me out the door they parted ways, Vanessa returned to her room and Veronica guided me downstairs. As we made our way down the spiral staircase my body just moved automatically following Veronica’s lead; she continued muttering things she did before only more nervously than before, I didn’t bother paying attention I just had to think of ways to escape without getting caught, something not so easy when I haven’t even seen the outside of the house or even the surrounding neighbourhood. Somehow I don’t think running out the front door and screaming for help from the neighbours is going to work, they’d probably dismiss it as a BDSM roleplay gotten out of hand.

The sight of front door left me as we descended below ground level and down into the basement, when we reached the bottom of the staircase it seemed like some ominous entrance to the lair of the supervillain. The walls were black, the ceiling was black, the floor was black, the entirety of this tiny area we were in was designed to deny the existence of sunlight as much as possible; in front of us lay two doors, one I assumed was for Devana’s room, I asked Veronica what the other door was for.

“That’s the guest room sweet heart.”

Guest room in the basement, of course it was for other vampires, who else would they have over?

I resigned myself to whatever horrible fate awaited me in Devana’s room, I reached out to turn the knob but before my hand reached the door I found myself wrapped up in another one of Veronica’s very emotional embraces.

“I’m sorry about last night, please believe I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it, I love you, I really do, you have no idea!”

I didn’t dare dispute, I’m not even sure though if she can actually tell what love is at this point.

“I love you and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, you just go in there with Devana and I’ll stay right outside this door, I’ll keep my ear peeled all day if I have to, if she gets out of hand you just holler and I’ll come to the rescue.”

I don’t think she’s kidding, she’s really doing this on my behalf? I know I have to keep my head about this, I can’t start believing this is really an act of love, I mean it is but of her sick love. Besides she’s just concerned Devana’s gonna break her baby doll if she doesn’t keep a close eye on her. Not that I’m against her decision, I’m quite relieved honestly, if I didn’t have Vanessa with me yesterday I don’t think Regina’s promise would’ve meant anything to Farah if she had me all to herself.

I was afraid of turning that knob, slightly less now that I know Veronica will keep Devana from going too far; my hand reaches out and knocks on the door.

“Is that Emily? Please come down sweetheart, I’ve been waiting for so long.” Her voice sounded playful, like a heavier version of Vanessa’s accent. The playfulness I’m sure was just a ruse, I’m sure the moment I set foot down there I’ll be stripped and bound to some kind of torture device but that’s a given in this house.

As I put my hand on the door knob and prepare the turn Veronika placed her hand over mine, I looked towards her to see a calmingly sweet smile on her face. In spite of everything, in spite of last night, that smile gave me a warm reassurance that everything was going to be ok; and I’m going to kick myself for saying this but I wish we could just curl up in bed together and have her pamper till the day I die. That was a poor choice of words.

I opened the gates to the underworld and passed through the point of no return, very slowly as it turns out Devana had shut off all her lights leaving the room pitch black. I suppose vampires have excellent night vision, is that what she had planned for me? Just to not see the physical abuse coming, was that all she wanted? I guess I should be thankful she’s not more creative.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, being in a basement already wasn’t enough she had to bury herself deeper underground, and I’m sure that making me slowly feel my way down the steps and rely on the wall as support was a joke she was taking a great deal of pleasure in.

I was just thankful that Veronica allowed light in as she kept the door open, allowing me to make out the steps but little else. I reached the bottom and almost walked into a wall when I realized the steps shifted at a right angle and followed the wall again.

“You’re almost there sweetie, just a few steps to your left.”

I followed her instructions, without a wall to guide me I was afraid of stubbing my toe into something.

“Ok, stop right there, now raise your right hand and grasp the chain.”

I did as I was instructed and felt a small chain, I pulled on it and was greeted by a blinding bright light above me that left me dazed; as I rubbed my eyes to get the spots out I backed up and bumped into an all too familiar warm body.

“Good morning Emily, I hope you didn’t miss me last night, I know it can be hard to be without me for too long, that’s why I decided to join Devana’s little session today.”

I ran, not in any particular direction, just away as far as possible, only to run into Devana who I swear wasn’t there a second ago. She grabbed me into an aggressive embrace, I’m sure she was having fun as she pressed my face into her breasts while I tried very hard to maintain eye contact with Farah. If I couldn’t run away I wouldn’t have to interact with her, that’s what my stupid, anxious lizard brain was telling me.

“Surprised to see me?”

“What are you doing here?” I tried very hard to block the word ‘hell’ from that because I know if I didn’t I’d end up experiencing it, sooner than intended.

“I don’t like sleeping alone, besides it gave I and Devana a chance to have a discussion about you, and we both had so much we wanted to share.”

Oh god, what did they talk about?

“FARAH, WHAT THE SAM HELL ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?!? YOU KNOW THE RULES, GET THE HELL UP HERE OR DRAG YOU UP BY YOUR FUCKING HAIR!!!”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to hear Veronica’s voice.

“Alright sweetie, I’ll be right up, we’re just having a little girl time, you could join us if you want? It’s been such a long time since we’ve all been together like a family, don’t tell me you’re shy of being on the bottom again?”

“I’M TELLING YOU ONE LAST TIME, YOU GET UP HERE OR I’LL GO TO REGINA!!”

“Alright I’m coming up, honestly you can be such a bitch sometimes, we need to get you back in that leash you used to like.”

Farah marched herself up the stairs, smugly looking at what I assumed was Veronica’s angry face. As the two of them closed that door and the sound of them arguing slowly faded out of earshot, the dawning horror of the situation was coming over me: I was now going to have to spend 12 hours alone with Devana.

“Strip.” Only one word came out of her mouth and of course it was going to be that.

“Eh shouldn’t we get acquainted first auntie?”

“Cute, we can talk all you once you’re in bondage.”

“But auntie Devana, we’ve barely spoken since I got here, I barely know anything about you, don’t you want to spend a few hours telling me about your life story before you ravage me?”

“I’m going to make this very simple for you to understand, in my room your only choices are do you prefer being chained down on the rack or mummified on my table. Refusal to follow orders or just being an indecisive little ninny will lead to you getting punished.”

“Punished how?”

“No stops, no breaks, no hearing my life story, I’ll tickle you so hard you’ll faint, and if you think that’s going to serve as some kind of sanctuary from me then let me tell you I know more than enough about the human body so that never happens.”

And faster than you could say ‘I’m going to touch you inappropriately’ my dress lay at my feet and I was nervously hoping for Devana’s approval.

“You’re fat, after you become one of us we’re going to have to work on that.”

Considering everything she could’ve said I’m actually very happy it was only just that much.

“Now which do you want? Rack or mummification.”

“What the difference?”

“Well you’ll be lying on a padded table either way, but with the rack I have access to your entire body, with the mummification I’ll just be playing with your feet, crotch and breasts.”

“If that’s true why are you even offering me a choice, why aren’t you just telling me to go to the rack?”

“Well I’m trying to do you a favour sweetie, you must be sick and tired of all the other girls pawing every bit of naked flesh they can see. Besides it’s a lot like losing a sense, being unable to move or feel in so much of the body maximizes sensations where you exposed.”

“Oh joy.”

“I’m a sadist, but not a complete monster. Still make no mistake, I’m going to make you cry for your new mommy.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just tell me about your tragic journey from living in unjust conditions to vampiric mistress of night living it up with the women you love?”

“Ooh, you’ve got quite the silver tongue for someone so young, tell you what, I’ll tell you during tickling, and each time we stop I quiz you, get a wrong answer and you’ll get punished.”

She guided me deeper into the basement, now with the lights on I could see where exactly I was, it became obvious they had converted this room into a torture dungeon. The entire place was covered wall to wall with bright red lacquer panelling, the room was filled with torture devices: hooks hanging from the ceiling from which my wrists could be suspended, bondage devices which included everything from a rack and an x-frame to tables with shackles that look like they could hold me spread eagle or force me on my stomach and bend my knees and keep my feet in the air. That’s not to say anything about the large collection of ropes, handcuffs, zipcuffs, chains, shackles, spreader bars and lots of other stuff I recognize thanks to the fact that I spend most of my internet on Pornhub.

One thing that did stand out to me though was the fact that there were no actual torture implements, no blades, whips, paddles, or devices designs to crush, impale, tear, suffocate, or anything you’d expect from a group of women who spent the last four hundred years wandering the world looking for new and interesting people and ways to torture them to death. They did however have shelves filled with bottles of edible lotions that each had their own flavour, I really shouldn’t be so happy to see those.

“You have sharp eyes, that’s good, it’s a useful skill to have, maybe you’ll actually be worth something to this family when we turn you.”

“Well I guess I’m just happy I don’t have to worry about whippings or mutilations.”

“Now whoever said that, the reason we don’t keep things like knifes or whips is because we prefer a hands-on approach; we’re predators dear, our bodies are designed to torture and torment little lambs like you, we have knives built into us not like you little lambs playing pretend.”

“You seem to have a real love of torture, was that before or after you became a vampire?”

“Oh sweetie, I’ve always been this way, you’ll learn all about it firsthand.”

Before I could try and stall anymore Devana guided me towards one of the padded tables she wanted me to lay on. I didn’t dare antagonize her further so I just let her mummify me, which meant covering me in cling wrap of all things. She wrapped me in the plastic both around me and around the table under me, leaving my breasts, genitals and feet exposed; it was really effective, I couldn’t move at all, I’d be excited if it weren’t for the fact that this woman was supposed to be the sadist out of a family of sadists.

“Why don’t you tell me about your life before you met Regina?”

“Why must you constantly insist on asking such questions? Do I ask you about your utterly dismal and boring little life before you got here?”

“Well it’s just that you seem to have quite a reputation, since I got here everyone has been warning me about you, saying you’re the real sadist in this house, talking about you like you’re some kind of monster.”

“Ah monster among monsters eh?”

“I don’t doubt it’s true, if it weren’t why else would Veronica be eavesdropping on us right now?”

“My you certainly know how to butter up a lady’s ego, I can see now why Vanessa took such a shine to you yesterday, you may even charm Regina if you keep this up.”

“Really?”

“Don’t be too proud of that, my sisters and mother have the softest hearts, especially when it comes to new candidates. Farah and I on the other hand are much less willing to welcome in a stranger, don’t expect to win me over any more than you did with her yesterday.”

Well shit.

“And now, even though I know you’re probably not thinking this, you’re wondering why I’m not being as cruel as Farah right now.”

“Well I guess that was a bit on my mind.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Farah is my sister and I love her, but she is a total bitch, always has been since we first met; she’s territorial and doesn’t like new girls at all, don’t get me wrong she has not problems with prostitutes and food because they know their place.”

“So if that’s true what about you? Why aren’t you treating me like shit?”

“I remember what it’s like to be the new girl, how much crap Farah hoisted on me and Veronica, I’d have clawed her eyes out if Regina didn’t intervene every time things got too heated.”

“Well if that’s true why did you ever stay?”

“Because Farah grew up, once she saw I was willing to sacrifice in the name of our family she warmed up to me right away.”

“What do you mean by ‘sacrifice’?”

“Well now that would spoil my story, naughty little girl trying to peek?”

By the time we reached this point Devana had completely mummified me, she playfully flicked a talon-like fingernail down my sole, causing me to squeal with surprise.

“So now you know the rules, you’ll get to hear my story while I play with you.”

“And if I miss anything you’ll make me suffer.”

“You have good ears, that’s something useful, maybe we will keep you.”

“As your niece?”

“Maybe? Of course if Veronica can’t cut being a mother we could always make you the family ghoul. I mean we can all go out into the daylight and haven’t needed a slave in several centuries, but it’d cute keeping you as the family dog.”

“Ugh.”

“No more of that sour face, if we’re going to spend time together you’ll feel what I decide you should feel.”

I giggled as Devana began playing with me, her fingers tentatively massaged and my skin, starting from the palms of my hands.

“My story begins a very long time ago, not too long after Farah and Vanessa met Regina, in the latter part of the 1700s I was born into a roving family of Roma who roamed across Spain. We weren’t much liked by the locals, we were accused of being thieves and whores and witches, though in all fairness those accusations were all true. I grew up into a tribe of people who loved life and wandered far and wide.”

“And what were you like? I bet you were a real heartbreaker back then.”

“Oh my yes, I was like my mother and sisters before a seductress, young men and women uncertain of their place in life would seek me out, they came to us looking for carnal pleasures but ended up meeting their lovers, women who they would confide in, women who they offered treasures to.”

That couldn’t have made them a lot of friends.

“Now I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right we ended up being persecuted and hated by the people we encountered for trying to survive. I hardly helped matters.”

It was at this point I noticed she’d stopped touching me, if I could keep this up maybe avoiding being sodomized, more than normal, was a possibility.

“I was a foolish girl, believing my petty victories in seduction made me like a princess in a fairy tale who would find her love, but in the meantime was content using that image to swindle money out of fools. All I ever needed from life was my family, and I fooled myself into believing we had a life in a magic bubble, nothing would ever hurt us, and nothing would ever get to us.”

The touching began anew, harder this time as her nails really started to dig into me as she slid down my arms, the nails cutting through a bit of the cling wrap and leaving scratches on my skin. She just stopped talking and looked at me, her breath on my skin tickled, although it’s hard to remember she’s supposed to be a vampire, do vampires or whatever she is actually need to breath or is she just faking that? She stares at me, in a bizarre cross between she wants to kill me and she wants to rape me really bad, I think this is how vampires flirt, it’s probably a bad sign I’m not more frightened, not so much because I’ve been so abused I’m not numb, rather I should be more concerned that I’ll miss that split second point when I should be screaming for Veronica or get disembowelled by auntie Devana.

The tension was cut by my laughter, screaming it out as the vicious fingernails danced on the ticklish nerves of my armpits, helpless stretched out and left uncovered from the cling wrap. As terrifying as this situation was I actually enjoy the restraint, I enjoyed not being able to fight back or even protect myself, I enjoyed having dancing spiders playing my nerves like a musical instrument, I loved struggling to have any kind of leverage only to find none. The tickling subsided and I was met by a lighter, more mischievous face of my tormentor, more like she was giddy for just tickling as opposed to giddy for hurting me.

“This is play time not story time remember? You’re not allowed to nod off or zone out or whatever it is your generation does when you don’t have your phones with you.”

“I was listening!”

“Your eyes were glazing over.”

“Well you just have such a lovely voice it was relaxing listening to you speak.”

“Do you always try to sweet talk your way out of a potentially life threatening situation? Don’t get me wrong that’s probably the best way you could handle considering that you’re still technically the house whore. But if you want to be my niece you better grow some backbone, maybe Veronica hasn’t told you but if you’re joining our family you don’t get the luxury of spending all day everyday servicing our sexual needs.”

“I don’t understand-“

“So she hasn’t told you anything yet? Let me put it this way: it’s a big, wide world out there, just a little while ago you found out we exist and by extension you found out vampires exist right? Just think about that for a minute, vampires exist, just imagine how many of them out there and how many are much less friendly then us. And while you’re at it, start thinking about all the horrible things out there you don’t know about yet.”

“Are you saying I’m going to be targeted by vampire hunters or other vampires or monsters of some kind?”

“While it wouldn’t happen entirely like that, the supernatural world is no more or less civilized than the mortal world; there’s government and laws and civility as well as very dangerous people and things who’ll kill, kidnaps and torture you for their own purposes.”

“And that’s what my new life would be like?”

“If you’re part of this family you have to carry your own weight.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Maybe it’ll mean something easy, find a desperate little virgin like yourself and do to her what Farah did to you. Maybe it’ll mean something bigger, we don’t know what the future will bring but we expect loyalty more than anything else.”

“Is that what happened to you? Did you struggle with Farah, Vanessa and Regina?”

“Oh you’re catching up I see, Regina and Veronica were right you have a sharp mind when your mind isn’t distracted.”

“So your story isn’t just here to tell me about you, you’re using it as a lesson for me.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my sisters to death and would do anything to keep them safe and happy just as they would for me, but they are such horribly vain creatures. They can talk about themselves as if the family is just them, its not, that’s something you need to learn before you join us. My story isn’t more important than the others, but it will frame them in a constructive way so that you will understand what’s expected of you.”

“And what is expected of me?”

“Sacrifice!”

“You mean Veronica’s sire and Farah and Vanessa leaving their old life?”

“Oh my, such a smart little girl, but you’re only half right. Farah and Varnessa’s sacrifice doesn’t happen until much later in their story, after finalized their compact with the being-who-was-not-yet Regina.”

“How do you know-“

“You think you’re the first one they told that story to? They told me their story when I joined and we both told our story to Veronica, and now we’re all doing it with you. But it doesn’t change the fact that even though their story doesn’t end when they stopped telling you, it’s not their place to tell you about Regina’s first days on earth, when she went from who she originally was to being our mother and creating our family.”

I didn’t say anything, she made it very clear what the point of all this was, what mattered to me now is what was I supposed to sacrifice? My family? My old life? Were they going to go after my mother and make me kill her?

“Now where was I? Oh yes, the silly little girl who thought she was a silly little untouchable princess, that little girl stayed a little girl for most of her life, even well into her adulthood she lived in a self-imposed bubble of naivety. It could only last for so long, until one day it all finally caught up to us; the matriarch of our group was an old woman called Devana, she was wise and venerated by my tribe, she had been with us for literal generations, we didn’t know how she lived so long as that was something only the tribal elders knew. We were told that she was important to our tribe, that she gave us good fortune and she should be respected, though we all assumed she must’ve been a witch of some sort.”

“Was she another vampire?”

“Don’t interrupt the story sweetie. No she wasn’t a vampire, she was a witch, a very powerful and old witch. How she came to be that way no one could say, one thing everyone agreed upon was that she was born into our tribe.”

“You didn’t know her true origins?”

“It didn’t really matter, she was family and she acted like it, she used her powers to help and protect us, which entitles her to being part of our family more than just a blood relation.”

“What kind of powers did she have?”

“The power to bring fortune, the power to cloud minds, the power to converse with spirits who could gift us with miracles, for a price.”

“And the people you met didn’t like that?”

“No they didn’t, we made a stop around a small town not far from the Portuguese border, our first night the locals formed an angry mob, apparently word had gotten around that we had been responsible for kidnapping local children, the locals accused us of sacrificing them to the devil.”

“Were they telling the truth?”

“Yes and no, I would later find out that my kinsmen had done just that in many of the settlements we passed by, but this time we simply didn’t have the time.”

I don’t know what frightened me more about her, the fact that she explained the whole murdering children in such a nonchalant way or that she’s letting ask questions and speak my mind.

“Like I said before, Devana was a witch, and she made deals with demons and other horrors with the blood of little babies she had us prey upon. We had no idea who or how these villagers found out about us, and I along with most of the tribe had no idea why they wanted to kill us. Many of us were killed and maimed, I myself ended up getting my belly sliced open, I never realized how disgusting my insides looked, a silly girl like me thought they’d be prettier than the kind you’d see in a dead pig. I thought we were truly going to die then, and poor little old me having never met my prince charming.”

She speaks about it in such a nonchalant way, when speaks about herself she speaks with such contempt in her voice. I guess it’s a little refreshing considering all the others speak of themselves like they’re the most important people in the world, she speaks of her life like she’s ashamed of herself. I wish I could say that’s comforting but then it also means there’s no ego to manipulate, not to say I was doing such a great job before.

“It didn’t stay that way, I fell asleep not too long after that, the screaming ended and the fires went out and soon what was left of us became the dinner for flies and worms and crows. At least that was until midnight, as silly and cliché as it might sound to your ears, that is when the witch’s magic took hold. Our flesh grew back and healed, our organs discarded the dead and infected tissue and regrew their full shape in their proper place, we were all whole and happy again, lovers and family embraced each other thankful for this miracle. A moment later we were overwhelmed by an unfamiliar hunger that overtook our bodies.”

“So it was Devana’s magic that saved you and made into a vampire?”

“Yes and no, magic was involved obviously, but entirely from Devana. As we soon discovered our sharpened canines and our inability to touch water, a new member of our family joined us. Devana introduced us to a woman we’d never met before, although it was obvious that the word woman was superficial as this being wasn’t mortal. She had the body of an amazon, skin as red as hot coals and bejewelled goat horns growing out of the top of her head; Devana walked by her side submissive and meek, all the other tribal elders were slain and their bodies burnt to ashes making resurrection impossible, at least that’s what she told us. The devil next to her was supposed to be our spirit, the one who watched over and guided our tribe, the one who only Devana had direct communication with.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I believe she burned our elders’ bodies before they could be changed, but I don’t deny she saved us all, brought us back from death only to be her slaves.”

“What did she want from you?”

“She wanted worshippers, that’s often what beings like her want, including the being that was not yet Regina when she first came to our world. Mind you don’t get too worried, these spirit people who come here are for the most part children, or rather adults who never stop being children; they come here looking to make themselves feel important and cultivate love and fear and whatever else gives them pleasure from us lower beings. They aren’t the malevolent evil villains you see in so much fiction, they’re little more than outcasts from their families or societies or whatever they have, and simply have nowhere else to go.”

“So she was after violence then?”

“Oh yes, she loved bloodshed, she revelled in the bloodshed, it was like the only way for her to maintain that skin tone was to literally bathe in human blood. We had little cause to disbelieve her, and being Roma we had little reason to turn down her gift or follow Devana’s orders to seek revenge. What followed was an orgy of blood as we ravaged the town’s inhabitants, as they had spared none of us we spared none of them, even our children revelled in cruel games; personally I took a great deal of pleasure going after mothers and their children, women who were often the first to chase me out of town, making them watch as I ate their children filled me with me with a great deal of glee.”

“Please don’t spare me any of the gory details.” I said very sarcastically.

“Oh don’t worry, I will, you’re a smart girl with a good imagination, much more than Farah gives you credit for, you’re smart enough to fill in the details.”

I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment.

“The thrill of empowerment and bloodlust passed, and after we rebuilt the town with mounds what up of our victims, we came to realize what we had become and more importantly that the sun would be rising soon. Many of us, including myself were horrified by what we had done, my imagined fairy tale world had come to an end and I wanted nothing more than to stop the nightmare that had started. Devana and the newcomer wouldn’t allow it, they told us we must persevere together as a tribe as we had always done.”

“But what did that mean then?”

“Slavery, we became the playthings of Devana’s mistress, her cruelty wasn’t the kind to act directly, she wouldn’t ever touch us or talk to anyone other than Devana, unless she wanted to make a speech or something. She would tell us things about how the world was against us, but the gift of vampirism would see us through, even though we were denied the sun and water and had to find caves every night to ensure our safety, always on the move to avoid the wrath of most anyone we come across, it was a life barely worth living.”

“How did you survive?”

“By doing our new mistress’s bidding we were led on a journey with no actual destination, just feeding our and by extension her new bloodlust. We avoided larger towns and cities and ravaged the countryside, attacking isolated towns that couldn’t fight back; we became nomadic marauders, feeding on any unfortunates who crossed our path, without mercy or thought given to the consequences. We were always moving, always on the run from hunters, always looking for shelter, always desperate to find our next meal; the results weren’t pretty, little children were the first to die, their parents sacrifice themselves so their children could live at least another night, then they soon died too tired to follow us on our pointless journey.”

“What was this all about, what did Devana’s demon want?”

“Nothing from us, nothing we did affected her, she never drew strength or feed on us in any way I could see, she never grew weaker when we died off either. She just seemed constantly gleeful wherever we went as long as she surrounded by death, but then she seemed that way wherever or whatever she was doing, like she was a child on some kind grand adventure. Altogether our hellish journey lasted three months until we finally settled for a while in the southeast where the hills and mountains offered places to hide; by then our tribe was a third of its size.”

This was the first time I had seen Devana get sentimental, on her face and in her voice was now fragile, a fragile woman who looked like she was on the edge.

“When I told you earlier about sacrifice, I meant real sacrifice, the kind of sacrifice that you don’t walk away from, where you can’t continue being the same person you were before. Our lives can never go back to the past, we can never absolve ourselves of our decisions, they forever leave their marks on us that can never heal.”

I know I should be more sympathetic but the only thing I’m thinking now is I hope she doesn’t kill me in a fit of rage.

“I knew this couldn’t go on, I knew that woman was going to lead us all to a horrible, bloody death for her own entertainment. The silly princess had died a long time ago, somewhere along the road with the families who died along our way. Now she didn’t know who she was, she wasn’t enjoying the bloodlust, she wasn’t a loyal follower, she was just afraid and went with the flow of things with no plan or idea of what was really going on or what her role in the grand scheme of things was.”

“What did she do?”

“What else, she fled because she knew she would die, she was a pitiful coward and she it, she hated herself more than anything else, blaming Devana or her family didn’t even occur to her, she was just so afraid she didn’t understand the world around her. She was a simple creature, simple in the ways of the world, she didn’t even hear half of the world around except when she was told to by her keepers what to do and what to think.”

She wasn’t crying, she was angry, angry at herself mostly but that didn’t make me feel any less safe around her.

“The little princess had to grow into a real woman, something she dreaded most of her life, she only wanted to live a life of being beautiful and being pampered. When her world changed to one with eternal night she followed the only instinct she had and just followed whoever was in charge. Now she just wanted to die, she just wanted run away and escape, she didn’t care if it meant waiting for the sun, she just wanted her world to make sense again, to stop spinning.”

“This where you met Regina.”

“Yes, this is the part where I finally meet Regina, although I met Farah and Vanessa first. I merely had to run from the cave my tribe were taking refuge in, the two of them were tracking us the whole time it seemed; at first I thought this was just a dispute over territory, they caught me not too far from our haven, as it turned out they had been tracking us from practically the first days after our transformation. They were cruel creatures back then, they still are today, don’t let Vanessa’s dotting mother façade fool you, if she feels herself or her loved ones threatened, she’ll become twice the monster Farah is.”

That was a warning to me, all the more reason to get to those keys sooner rather than later.

“They took a great deal of pleasure subduing me, as I’m sure you’ve discovered by now my elder sisters take a good deal of pride in being the first to call Regina mother, you probably noticed the way they baby you, believe me that doesn’t ever end, they believe they speak for our mother even when often it’s just what they want. They’ve mellowed since then, but the kind of women they were back then was frightening.”

Hearing her say frightening was a little hard to comprehend considering how much I’ve been through so far.

“From what Farah told me, I think she might’ve shown you a little bit already, feel proud, there have been very few people who pissed Farah off enough that she wanted to bring out her little ‘toe game’.”

“Well if that’s the worst she can do then I can take it.”

“Good girl, that’s the right attitude, just make sure you stay a good girl otherwise she’ll actually make good on those threats, and then use her great creativity to decide what should happen to the rest of your body.”

“So what were they like?”

“They were monsters, not just sadists, actual monsters. Most of what normal vampires can do you already know, myth and fiction isn’t always accurate, but they are right in that vampires have many great magical gifts and weaknesses, but nothing quite like them. I found myself chased by what I could only describe as human spiders.”

“Human spiders, like a spider monster the size of person?”

“Oh I wish, what I saw terrified me much more, Farah and Vanessa have many unique skills as part of their pact with Regina, technically we all do, you will too when you join us; shapeshifting is a common enough skill that vampires have, but only when changing into creatures we have an affinity for. Regina’s children had the ability to shape their flesh to one’s imagination allowed them to make the human form into something horribly monstrous: they had grown two pairs of extra arms from their sides and moved with the speed of human sized spiders.”

“That sounds more like somebody’s fetish.”

“Oh of course, I almost forgot how jaded people of this decade have become. Seeing pictures and knowing the ideas is a lot different from being there girl, you should remember that because your life is going to be full of such things in due course.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, if you stick with us you’ll be able to live all those fetishes and more, we can even teach you how to do it, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this place for yourself some day with people to play with.”

Why is she being nice to me, with Veronica always so afraid of her I was expecting her to have done at least something painful, a pinch at least, but still nothing? I’ve been in this house long enough to know there’s no such thing as a safe place, she was playing me and she was just waiting to spring her trap on me.

“It wasn’t fair, not even a fair fight, just not fair. They pinned me to the ground and shred all the clothes from my body, they had their way with me and humiliated me and molested me. And I can’t deny, much like you I was drawn to this power, I revelled in it as much as I hated it, the way they touched me and bit me was more like love making than violence, or perhaps they injected me with their venom at the time, whatever spell they cast on me I was their willing victim. Wrapped in so many arms at once, it did occur to me that they probably wanted to eat me, after all I had no idea what the supernatural held, perhaps vampires had their own monsters under the bed too?”

“Is that what they do to people? Cast some kind of spell so they become their slaves?”

“If you’re trying to find some kind excuse as to why you came here I’m going to have to disappoint you, you came here of your own free will, that’s the point of seduction to make people do things of their own free will that they normally wouldn’t.”

“But what they did to you, what they did to me, it’s rape! They’re no different no then when they were human!”

“So what if it was rape, sweetie you’re talking to a vampire, we are inherently predatory creatures, if you’re trying to split us up and find some kind of special kinship with me then you’re out of luck I’m afraid. The act of ‘rape’ wasn’t something I was opposed to, what I was opposed to was being on the receiving end.”

“How can you be so dismissive of the fact that you were raped?! How can you be so dismissive of every girl you’ve done this to?!”

“BECAUSE THEY DON’T MATTER!! In this world there’s only one thing that ever matters, that’s family, and that doesn’t mean the entitled shits who think giving birth to you. Family are the people you love unconditionally, the people you always owe your loyalty to, the ones you share your entire life with! That’s what I found out that night.”

“Doesn’t that go for you too? Didn’t it apply to you as much as it applies to me and all the other girls you feed on? Doesn’t it bother you at all that you were that close to being used up and then tossed in the garbage like all their other victims?”

I don’t know what I’m thinking right now, if Veronica is still listening through the door I’m sure she’s thinking the same thing. Right now I don’t think getting my throat slit would be so bad than spending one more minute in this place. Instead of violence I was greeted with a mocking laughter, which I guess is better?

“I don’t know what you have more of: bravado or just plain stupidity, unless you really did want me to kill you, in which case I’m impressed, it takes a lot to want to die to spite someone else.”

“So you’re not going to kill me?”

“Of course not, if anything I’m thinking Farah was rather rash when she dismissed you as a dullard.”

“Getting yourself killed isn’t stupid?”

“Not under these circumstances, it takes a lot of courage to commit suicide even under these conditions. Left with a hopeless situation you’d rather die just to spite us, many people call that cowardice but I admire girls who, if faced with slavery if they do nothing or a small chance to spite her overwhelming captors, would choose the latter. I admire that, I admire the commitment it takes to go through with something like that.”

“So you’re not going to kill me? I mean if I’m willing to do what you think I was planning, aren’t you afraid I might be dangerous, I might escape or do something else that’ll endanger your family.”

“I’d rather you would, at least this way I know you’re a fighter, I know you’re the kind of person of who struggles against injustice. I’d much rather have a suicidal free thinker as a niece than a pitiful soft brained coward who let’s herself become someone else’s slave.”

“How do you know I’ll even want to be your niece?”

“Oh sweetheart, believe me you will.”

“Whether I like it or not?”

“No, you’ll want to join us, Regina didn’t bring us together without offering us something very important to us.”

“And what is that?”

“Well if you let me continue my story I can explain it to you.”

“Okay.” Oh god, what does that mean, is she expecting me to steal the key? Is she going to watch me even harder? Shit what am I going to do?

“Farah and Vanessa carried me back to a cave they had taken shelter in not too from my tribe’s. They cradled me in their arms while I was still sick with their venom. I was stripped of my cloths and brought before Regina, when I first saw this pale woman I immediately knew what she was, maybe it was the senses gifted by my vampirism or perhaps I had just spent enough time around Devana’s mistress to know what evil was. I thought Regina was a rival, perhaps another spiteful child competing over something as trivial who was here first or their mother’s love. When she spoke to me, her voice was angelic, like every bit of anxiety washed out of my body.”

“What did she say?”

“She asked me ‘who are you my little princess?’. I told her I was a princess, that my tribe would pay any ransom or rescue me should that not come. It was an outright lie of course, my people were too tired, distraught and malnourished to care at this point. She told me she knew of the red devil and of my people’s plight, she told me she was the mother angel who came from the heavens to rid the world of and show mercy to people who suffered. I told her that even I know that this was a load of crap, that I could smell the devilry on her, this was a bad move as Vanessa shoved my head back down in the dirt for my boldness.”

“What did they do you?”

“Nothing at first, Regina and I just spoke for a while, she said she enjoyed my joke and admitted I was right, she didn’t explain anything but she did tell me in no uncertain terms that was interested in punishing the demoness that enslaved my tribe. I hated it with every fibre of my being but I knew this wasn’t liberation, it couldn’t be, I stopped believing in fairy tales when the children started dying but even the old me would know this woman’s malevolence.”

“How did you end up siding with her?”

“I saw her as just another demon, someone looking to enslave my people, I’d rather have everyone in my family burn up in the sunlight than be slaves to anyone else. She told me that she wasn’t lying, she came to this world seeking the life of a hedonist but grew to love it through the children she came to adopt. She was of course referring to Farah and Vanessa, much like they are today Farah was cruel and Vanessa was kind, I barely listened to Regina’s babbling, some nonsense about saving us and making the world a better place, I knew if I didn’t go with her, her daughters would kill me and eat me.”

I know the feeling. “What did you end up doing?”

“What else could I do, I got down on my hands and knees and kissed her feet, begging for her love and compassion, begging her to make me part of her family.”

“And she didn’t see through that?”

“She didn’t any more than you or I would, I was hoping to wait until they slept or went out hunting, I wasn’t counting on their familial orgy but it made a good a time as any to escape and find my way back to my tribe. I moved as quickly as I could, I found my desire to return to my family led to something deep inside, something instinctual to my vampirism; I took a new form, that of as panther, in that brief period I felt free from the world and imbued myself with a new life that put in touch with the world. My challenges became a new source of energy, of giving me a reason for living, I lived for the hunt and the kill in equal parts.”

I know what she’s doing is trying to share a heartfelt moment of deep contemplation and importance, but the way she described it sounds like something out a teenager’s fan fiction. I have to remain calm, can’t laugh, can’t smile, panther will eat me.

“You can say it.”

“What?”

“It sounded silly the way I described it.”

“I-I-I didn’t mean-“

“Oh don’t worry about that, when I told Veronica this exact same story she had a big laugh when I got to that part.”

“Oh, so I guess you and her bonded a bit.”

“Absolutely, after I tied her up and pulled out her fangs with pliers.”

What the fuck?!

“It was very painful, wasn’t it Veronica?”

Devana directed her question to the door, there was silence for a little while, soon followed by “You should listen to yourself, you sound just like Stephanie Meyer!”

“But don’t worry my sweet, you’re safe, I know how fragile you are and I wouldn’t dream of disappointing Regina.”

“Key word being Regina, which means if it weren’t for her you wouldn’t have a problem doing what Farah would if she was gone.”

“Well of course dear, don’t forget where you are, until we turn you you’re not our kin, you’re a little baby lamb we play with before dinner.”

I don’t want to be dinner. “Can we go back to the story?”

“Why certainly, such a sweet niece. The story goes as one would expect, I ran and found my tribe and when I got there the fire began to burn.”

“Regina started a forest fire.”

“Yes, she didn’t care the forest or for my kin, she was just trying smoke out her counterpart. It worked, the demoness screamed as she emerged from the cave, my kin ran out behind her in an effort to get away. I failed to catch up with them, they ran for their lives in such fear that I never saw where they scattered to; I did see Devana and her demoness stand against Regina and her daughters, the two demons lunged at each other, their bodies changed and shifted as they raged in the fires, growing bigger with more horrid limbs, I saw them become horrid human centipedes tearing each other apart with their vicious talons. The fight was short, Regina knew how to fight, the red one was like a child compared to her, just flailing and screaming like a temper tantrum, lying on the ground and Regina straddling her, I saw her whisper something in the beast’s ear and then its face contorted in the most intense amount of fear, and just like that it vanished.”

“What did she say?”

“Oh I can’t tell you just yet dear, that would ruin the story.”

“Ok, well what happened next?”

“They of course knew I was there, they tracked me the whole way, I was the one who lead them to my tribe, and they weren’t done with me. Vanessa and Farah quickly captured me before I had a chance to run away, I was knocked out and while I know this sounds cliché, I don’t know how long I was out but when I came to my body was locked into a rack with my ankles, neck and wrists locked into the stocks attached to the monstrous device.”

Something I’m incredibly happy not to be in.

“I was locked away, in a dingy little basement, what I assumed to be a basement, it wasn’t natural, a dirty little rectangle where not natural light could reach. I was hungry, I couldn’t see my body to see if I had lost any weight, but I knew I had been without blood for at least a few days. I thought they were planning on torturing me to death for their entertainment, but not too long after I first woke up I was greeted by something I hadn’t expected, I was greeted by kindness. Vanessa was the first to greet me, just like with you she treated me with compassion and dignity, spoke with her sweet and soft voice and bathed my body with a sponge; she sung sweet sounds into my ears, the sweetest lullabies or just the sweet kindness of merely telling me what was happening above ground.”

Oh god is this what they’re going to do to me? Isn’t this what they’re already doing to me right now?

“I ignored her, tried to scream spite at her, but she just smiled and continued to bathe me. I kept up this façade for the first few days and then I couldn’t help but break down, I ended up crying for the rest of that day, which didn’t help that I was already starving. Vanessa stayed by my side the whole time, she acted more compassionately towards me than any sister or mother, or lover I had before.”

“Did really mean anything, or was she just manipulating you?”

“Both, don’t ever think it’s an act, Vanessa is now and always has been a kind and generous soul, don’t ever abuse her trust, if you treat her as she should you have the most loving family you could ever wish for. But if you do abuse, she will become so vicious and cruel you could barely recognize her as the same person, and if you become her enemy she will literally tear you to pieces, although she get the chance because by the time she’s found you the rest of us would have already done it for her.”

I hope that doesn’t apply to her car.

“She told me that I was going to be part of a new family, that even though neither she nor I knew the fate of my tribe, Regina offered me an opportunity to join her family. She would be my mother and Vanessa and Farah would be my sisters. I told her that if Regina wanted this so badly why wasn’t she offering this herself? She told me Regina wanted it to come from the mouth of someone who would show me how loving and compassionate her family could be.”

“And what happened then.”

“The next day I had my wish granted, Regina came down into my dingy dungeon bearing the water bucket and sponge I had become used to. Like Vanessa she bathed me, cleaned me and sung to me, she hadn’t yet gotten comfortable with the loving mother routine she wanted to embrace, at this point she was more like a benignly tyrannical queen who treated her things well. I made the first move, I asked her the one thing that had been on my mind since that night, what did she say to the red devil?”

She just looked at me for a while, like she was waiting for me to respond, I didn’t really know what she wanted so I just stayed silent for an awkward moment before my mouth remembered how to work.

“Oh, did she say?”

“Go back home now, I’ll tell your mommy you’ve been naughty.”

“R-really, no way, that couldn’t be true, that demon thing was just some kind of little girl?”

“I know, I reacted the same way too, like I told you earlier Regina and her kind are essentially children, just like us they couldn’t fit in or they refused to adapt to adult life and so they came here to escape.”

“Why come here?”

“Oh sweetie, we should be happy that’s all they want. We are ant hill compared to Regina and her kind, and the fact that Regina treats us all with love and respect and doesn’t inflict pain and suffering on us for her personal entertainment is nothing short of a blessing.”

“How do you know all this? Did Regina tell you?”

“Well that’s between her and me isn’t it.”

Vampires were frightening enough, but they were something I could wrap my head around, something that were weirdly as grounded in this world as much as anything else. Regina was something else, when they raped me the first time she called herself a succubus, a demon that feeds off pleasure, I guess my mind never really thought the depth of what that actually meant, drawing on video games and comic books to fill the blanks in my knowledge. But what Regina made me feel incredibly small, I think I’m starting to understand why these women revere her.

“My second question was why? Why did you want me? Why didn’t you help save my tribe?”

“Why didn’t she just let you go back to your family?”

“She said she did, she saved my tribe my starting that fire, she knew they’d scatter while the demon would go for her. She and that creature had some kind of pre-existing relationship, Regina never explained this but if I had to guess the red one was some brat she had to babysit in her past life. After that I only had one question for her, she said earlier she came to this world because she loved it, she said that she wanted to show mercy to everyone on this world.”

“What did she say?”

“She said she was telling the truth, she told me she came to this world for much the same reasons as the red demon, but she had changed once she saw this world together with her daughters. She fell in love with this place, fell in love with us, through her daughters she saw this place as more than just an anthill to terrorize, she saw it as something to love.”

“Then what about what does to girls like me? What about what Farah does to her victims? Is that her idea of love?!”

“Of course, I told you didn’t I? She came to love our world, and one of the rules of this world is that it is the will of the predator that dominates it.”

These women are more dangerous than I realized, I have to get out of here.

“She told me that if I accepted her as my mother and her daughters as my sisters, I would have a family that would never betray me, neither to weakness nor to another, we would stride the world like its queens and nothing would ever be an obstacle to us. We would be the apex predators, we would have whatever we wanted and nothing would ever break the bond of family we shared.”

These women are serial killers, I have to get out of here.

“All I had to do was drink her blood and I would become her daughter, maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you because you’re human but as a vampire that is a contract that is as, if not even more, sacred than being born into mortal family. Taking on the blood of the one you loved by choice, it is something worthy of unending love, and unending malice should it ever be broken.”

I don’t want to share your blood, I like my blood the way it is.

“I became her daughter right then and there, and I decided to take Devana’s name in place of my own. Devana is an alteration of Diana, I thought if we were to be a family of predators then I would become a kind of Cerberus, I wouldn’t just guard my new family, I would find any potential enemies and I would make sure they suffered and died in a way that would be both extremely painful and entertaining.”

“So that’s why Veronica’s afraid of you.”

“Little Veronica just doesn’t like how I handle little girls sometimes, quite the hypocrite considering she’s never one to turn down the invitation.”

“How you handle little girls?”

“Oh yes, I should tell you the evening didn’t end there, Farah may not always be the easiest woman to live with, but for all the shit she put me through and the shit she’ll put you through you always have to remember that she’ll always be your family. She takes care of her own, just as she’ll take care of Vanessa, and on that night I expected her to be cruel, I expected her to lash out because her face just screamed ‘bitch’; instead we bonded.”

“Bonded how?”

“She brought me a present, a tiny little thing who couldn’t have been more than 7 years old, I recognized her from the village that started my sad story, the daughter of the mayor. Farah had tracked her down and brought her back here, she had tied her down to the rack I was trapped in; I was uncertain at first, I saw the innocence of this girl’s face, she was gagged and I could tell she didn’t recognize me or Farah, but knew what was going to happen, she knew what Farah was planning with those needles.”

“Needles?”

“Yes, cup full of long, sharp needles; I knew what Farah was going to do to the girl, what she wanted me to join in. At first my humanity restrained my hand, but then Farah reminded me of what her kinsmen had done to mine, to all the children no bigger than her. That was all the justification I needed, I wanted to punish someone for the cruelty inflicted on me, as people had punished my people for the injustices in their lives I punished this girl for the injustices done to me.”

“What. The. Fuck? You murdered a little girl that did nothing to you! You spent your life suffering at the hands of others and the first thing you do when you join this family is to harm an innocent child?!”

“I told you before, I’m a princess, and like a princess I am cruel to my enemies. Farah understood this, and I think that’s why she and I have become something like kindred spirits.”

“Aren’t you just like the people who attacked you? Aren’t you just like the demon who manipulated you?!”

“Yes, and what’s wrong with that? They won, they had their victory and I and my tribe suffered for it. This world favours predators, and we are the queens of this world.”

I don’t want to hear this anymore.

“The tears that drew my sympathy now drew contempt, I wanted to see more of them, I wanted to hear her screams. Farah guided my hands and together she taught me a biology lesson, we plunged needles everywhere we could find: between the joints of her digits, the gums under her teeth, every bit of skin we could find nerves, we spared no part of her body. Do you want to know often she cried for her mommy?”

I don’t want to.

“Her mommy cried for her back, in the dead of night we commandeered a wagon and two horses, we left for the girl’s hometown with her body with in back, needles and all, we dumped her outside her family home and waited to hear her family’s wails, we returned back to Regina’s lair and I came to embrace the life I have now.”

You’re a monster.

Devana’s grew out one of her razor sharp finger claws and cleanly cut the cling wrap off my body with one swift cut down the middle.

“Aren’t you going to quiz me now?”

“There’s just one thing I want to know from you, are you going to be my sweet loyal niece? Or am I going to have to dump you outside your mother’s house for giggles?”

“If you really think I’m going to betray you so much, why don’t you just do it right now?”

“Because I know you won’t, for everything here that might horrify you, you haven’t spent time with Regina yet, she hasn’t shown you how wonderful life with us could be. You no idea how freeing, how empowering our family can be, and I know once you do you will never want leave.”

“So what are you going to do to me now? You’ve told me your story, are you going to torture me now?”

“I hadn’t planned on it.”

“In this house? That would be a first.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I just wanted you to know my story?”

“Well you do feed of sex and decadence, I thought you were hoping to get a free meal today.”

“Fine, if you’re so insistent, let’s enjoy ourselves.”

“Wait you mean I actually get to choose? How about we just go back to cuddling or something.”

“No I never said you could have whatever you wanted, you’re still under my authority today. Don’t be greedy.”

“Well what can I have? Can at least not be tickled to unconsciousness again?”

“Sure, but you have to call me mommy.”

“Wouldn’t that piss off Veronica?”

“All the more reason, besides if don’t I’ll just tickle it out of you.”

“Always with the tickling, why can’t anyone in this family just be tender and kind and maybe something that won’t make me almost choke on my own saliva?”

“Did you forget what I said earlier, I’m the princess and this is my queendom, and I say I need my entertainment too; besides if you accede now I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Gentle how?”

“We’ll just go freestyle, no bondage, just you and me, just like a pair of lovers we’ll just enjoy each other’s bodies.”

“You’re bigger and stronger than me, which means you’ll probably just wrestle me into submission.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing, think of it as an exercise in intimacy, how often do you get to feel our skin? I bet the others just tie you up and paw at you, that’s not lovemaking that’s just being at the mercy of a cruel octopus. Real lovemaking is your skin against mine, your body heat against mine, feeling my every muscle move, and as I dominate you you’ll feel real ecstasy.”

“Domination is domination, why would that appeal to me.”

“You should never expect anything less in this house, but I can promise it’ll be much more pleasant, skin to skin contact activates a hormone that makes you happy and content.”

“You’re going to have to forgive me if all this seems self-serving.”

“Of course it is, Regina taught us how to take our sustenance from pleasure; always being the dominant one is just a predatory mindset that we haven’t yet shaken, something we don’t really need, just the others choose to embrace it.”

“And you’re above predatory thought?”

“Oh I can be the most predatory person in this house, I’m just big enough to realize that doesn’t have to define my character. That’s the real lesson Regina has been trying to teach us, that we can more than just vampires or mortals, that nothing is beyond our grasp if only we can cast aside such preconceptions; we could like Regina’s kin and become queens without equal. Isn’t that something you want to be part of?”

These women are in a cult.

“You’ll see, Regina explains it much better than I do. The point now is that I should show that not all relationships have to be abusive.”

“You have an unusual amount of insight considering how self-involved your sisters are.”

“I’m the guardian of this family, I’m the ultimate big sister irrelevant of how Farah sees herself, and I know well enough that if someone in the family doesn’t stop just treating you like some random prostitute and treat you like an actual member of this family, this entire enterprise would fall apart.”

Oh my god, actual empathy from someone living in this house?! I was expecting a sadistic serial killer, not someone with actual empathy.

“Now come along then, before I change my mind and put you in the cling wrap again.”

“Will you be gentle?”

“Like a mother lion with her cubs.”

“That’s a bit disturbing, you’re not actually going to turn into a giant panther during sex are you?”

“Maybe, if you ask nicely.”

“You sure we can’t just cuddle?”

“Are you countermanding your princess?”

“Maybe a little, I’ve just had a lot of loving since I got here, and the human body can only take so much.”

“What could you possibly have to complain about, I and by extension my sisters have been doing all the work since all you do is lie there.”

“I get sore.”

“You poor thing, you want me to give you a massage, rub you with lavender scented oils and dress you in the finest silks?”
“Can we just do it tenderly?”

“If you don’t stop whining I’ll go with my first instinct and ride you like a pony.”

“Can we limit the sex to just one orgasm and then we’re done?”

“Alright and I’ll only use my tongue.”

“Your tongue?”

“No fingers, nails or teeth, nothing sharp or cruel or harsh. I’ll treat your genitals with the same tenderness a mother panther treats her cubs.”

“Knowing that you’re talking about my genitals I don’t know if that comparison is creepier or just inaccurate.”

“Anymore negotiations and I’ll gag you and find something that’ll hold you upside down.”

“Ok, lick me like a lollipop.”

She directed me to her bed, it was fairly simple compared to the other beds in the house but I imagine having a live-in dungeon was a concession she was happy to make. I lay on the bed waiting for her to join me, she took off her clothes and allowed me to drink in what an amazing body she had. More than anyone else in this house she had a very athletic build, not to the point where I could call her a miniature amazon, when she said she was the family’s huntress; her arms, legs and torso all rippled with muscles, it was intimidating rather than arousing, I’ve been the victim of threats rather than courting throughout my life.

She sauntered over like a sultry vixen and straddled me, on my back staring up on at her was oddly comforting, that’s not to say she didn’t have an air of malevolence but it wasn’t nearly as intense as Farah’s.

“Are you sure it’s not too late to invite Veronica to join us?”

“Do you want a hyper active monkey fingering you in the anus while you’re trying enjoy my company?”

“Hey, that’s my future sire you’re talking about.”

“Ooh, proper terminology and everything, aren’t you the teacher’s pet.”

“Well she is.”

“If you want Veronica just crawl back to her room, right now you’re with me and now I’m going to have to punish you for calling my lovemaking abilities into doubt.”

And of course the punishment came in the predictable, cruel non-razor sharp fingernails plunged themselves between my arms and body, Devana had a lovely time judging by her toothy her sadistic smile was. Those nasty little claws danced around the tiny space beneath my clamped arms, how they did it must’ve been more vampiric witchcraft because they wiggled and goosed me with a dexterity that didn’t seem possible in such a confined space.

“You know when Regina decided to adopt this as the official torture and lovemaking method for the entire family, I thought Farah and Vanessa finally broke her, to embrace something so childish was hard to believe with someone as hard as Farah. But I’ve had a century or so to really enjoy it, and I’ve got to say these silly children’s games have grown on me, such little effort and just the right bit of finesse and you have a crippling and insidious method that oddly enough is appropriate to use on children such as yourself.”

“What the hehehehehelllll is the deal with this anyway? Why tickling? It’s Farahahahah’s fetish, why does Regina likikikikittttt?”

“Now that would be telling, naughty little girl skipping ahead in the story, I’m going to have to punish you for that!”

The vicious woman currently torturing my ribs switched tactics, grabbing my wrists in one hand and holding them above my head while she brought her teeth into play, nibbling the skin of the ribs and side of my right side while her free hand to torment my left side with malevolent nails dancing and goosing my ribs.

“When I was your age I was already an infamous home wrecker, women the world over wanted to catch me and torture me in the most wicked ways they could imagine! I’m sure this is how you imagined it in your perverted little mind, the husband thieving whore getting her feet licked by goats and then getting pilloried and tortured by an army of outraged wives.”

“I don’t thhiihihink that!” That was a lie.

With unnatural grace Devana tied my wrists with a rope she had left attached to her head railings.

“I should get everyone else down here, we should play a game of inquisition and while we don’t have any animals on hand, shapeshifting would solve that problem in a pinch, we can all get very creative with what we do with our tongues and fingers.”

The hungry wolf didn’t stop, as she moved herself down my body, her fingers dancing along the sides of my belly and down to my hips. I thought this was going to be a prelude to another round of cunnilingus but instead was treated to having Devana’s ample breasts sliding up my body and resting on top of my own breasts.

“Have you ever gotten a massage like this before?”

“Please don’t stop.”

Devana continued her massage, using her erect nipples to entice mine, she moved her upper body in a circular motion and so her nipples embraced mine, drawing circles around the innermost of the areola and massaging the sides of my nipples. I’ve never had the pleasure of being the attention of another woman’s breasts treating mine this way, but it feels so good. I remember seeing videos online, a Japanese one that had a girl about my age getting a massage like those from another, motherly woman giving her a loving full body massage, and when I say that I mean massaging every part of the girl’s body with every part of her own body.

Devana’s breasts once again made the journey my breasts, down my belly towards my crotch and then back up again.

“Tell me want you my sweet little girl?”

“I want this massage to last forever, I want you to make me cum and then keep going, I want you to make love to me until I curl up and die.”

“And you thought this was going to be unpleasant. Think how lovely this is, and think how lovely it’ll be, over and over, for the rest of eternity.”

“I want it, I want it so bad.”

“Good girl.”

Devana took her left breast in hand and my right leg in her other hand, lifted my leg up and pressed her breast into my genitals, she began circling my clitoris, my juices came fast and soaked my vagina, Devana was more than happy to use this impromptu lube to make her already magical nipples all the more enticing. She circled around faster and faster and my clitoris reacted to her loving touch, it finally reached a high point when the nipple’s centre pressed itself against the head of my clitoris, every dimple, wrinkle and bump became a sex toy as each bit of friction they made against generate waves of pleasure.

It was that point I came, it was small, quiet thing, but it was still enough to leave me tired. It was thankfully small, but it feels better this way, with Veronica and the others made a show of it, like they were trying very hard to show off, I guess that’s part of them trying to make me feel welcome but honestly I could do with more of this. Devana kept me warm with her body, the soft touches never stopped even on my genitals as she wrapped herself around me in a tight embrace; she was so warm and so soft and loving, I know I’ve slept in the embrace of all the other women, it feels special not to be tortured.

Sleep soon overtook me, and already I could see Devana was right, already I feel so much better now, something so small as feeling another’s skin as we make love really does make all the difference. Is this what they all feel all the time? Is this why they love each other so much?

“So do you have to say?”

“Thank you?”

“It starts with an M, you say it or I’ll pinch you very, very hard, and I think you know where.”

“I love you mommy.” As bizarre as it sounds that wasn’t a lie, except for the mommy part.

“I like that word, I like when comes out of you, I like it better than auntie.”

“You’re not going to steal me from Veronica are you?”

“No, but maybe she and I will spend more time together with you. The idea of making you beg and scream is actually quite appealing.”

“I wouldn’t mind more time with you, just that spending time with Veronica and her ‘one’ set of hands is a huge relief from being passed along around different groups.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.”

“Even the sweetest creams and chocolate can leave a bad taste if you eat too much.”

“Oh sweetheart, believe me that attitude will change when you become one of us.”

That had a definite appeal, eternity of fucking, eating and any kind decadence I could think up and never get tired. But that was neither here nor there, I soon fell asleep in Devana’s embrace as she whispered sweet nothings in a language I didn’t recognize. As I slumbered wrapped in warmth it feels like the first time I felt comfortable in this house.

I don’t know what how long it took but when I got up Devana was gone, I was alone, unbound and uncaged, she left me alone with no restraints; I’m not dumb enough to believe that this means she trusts me, so I’m guessing this is some kind of test. I looked around the room to see she left the door open, I could hear their voices from upstairs laughing and partying, what the hell was this supposed to be?

I got up off the bed, not bothering getting dressed because I’m going to lose in like five minutes anyway I walked out of the dungeon and followed the sound of laughter up the spiral staircase; why didn’t Devana or Veronica come and get me?

I followed the spiral staircase up to the ground floor and I found myself faced with a false salvation. The front door was left open, the cold breeze of freedom was there staring at me; the street lights’ shine against the backdrop of the night sky looked like the loving eyes of an angel welcoming me back to sanity. The grass was so green and so beautiful I wanted so bad to feel its gentle touch replace these bitches’ fingernails against the soles of my feet, but I knew better.

Opposite to me was their dining room, and just like the voices implied there they were as one big family, laughing and drinking and eating, and even though they weren’t looking at me I knew for a fact they knew I was here and knew exactly what I was doing. If I take one step outside they’ll skin me alive, no that would be too quick boring, they’d probably invent some game designed to skin me in the most perverse way possible. But this is too easy, almost token, they’ve got something else planned, I have to play their game for now and be their dutiful daughter.

I take a few steps towards the door, I can hear a slight change in the atmosphere, nothing really noticeable in their speech or anything, just a change. They were waiting for me to make a run for it, but I won’t, I took hold of the door knob and closed the door. The sound of its closing was quite loud, when they saw me closing it the entire household fell silent; now I need to put on my warmest smile, speak like a dutiful daughter and call each and every one of them mommy.

I turn on my heel and begin walking towards the dining room, all smiles and bright eyes for both me and them, as I took my steps into the dining room I saw warm smiles gentle eyes. I took the seat next to Veronica and planted a kiss on her cheek, they ate it up. They laughed and smiled and cajoled each other with looking forward to a happy future, comfortable in the idea they had succeeded in breaking me.

Dinner wrapped up quickly, the rest of the family quickly retired to their rooms allowing Veronica some private time with me. We bathed together in the tub and cuddled and hummed all the way through, her happiness was palpable, I almost feel bad for deceiving her.

Together she moved me to her bedroom and I enjoyed her embrace, under the covers she nuzzled my neck with a glee that I haven’t seen before now, I don’t think she’ll actually fall asleep tonight with how excited she is.

“I’m not going to fall asleep.”

“I noticed.”

“I can’t wait until tomorrow, just wait until you finally get some alone time with Regina.”

‘Oh shit, what can Regina even do, if she really is some kind of demon or something does she have the ability to read my mind?’

“You don’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself, I’ll be right there with you, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Why are you going to be there? Isn’t this something I’m supposed to do alone with Regina? You don’t have to hold my hand or anything.”

“Oh sweetie, you don’t understand, this isn’t just you and Regina have a little intimate time, she’s going to oversee our union!”

“Union?”

“Well I don’t know the proper term, but what I mean is she’s going to oversee the mixing our blood, we’re finally going to make it official, you’re going to take your first steps to becoming a real vampire tomorrow!”

I need to get out of here.

“I know that it sounds kinda icky, but it won’t be that bad, it’ll be nice trust me, and this is also my first time too so it’ll be like breaking both our cherries!”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Oh don’t be silly, after everything you’ve been through you should giddy as all hell!”

“What if Regina doesn’t like me?”

“Hogwash, Regina’s as crazy about you as I am. You should hear her talk when you’re out of the room, about what a sweet girl you are, about how she can’t wait to have a turn with you. You know she’s never actually how vampires reproduce? Technically neither have I, I don’t think anyone in the family has actually sired their own offspring before, so everyone’s pretty excited at having our own little baby added to the family!”

I honestly don’t want to know what that means, being the baby means the same thing as being the bottom of the ladder.

“Don’t worry about a thing, you’ve made it, you’re part of the family now, you’ll get to live with us from now on and never have to worry about a thing, you’ll be cuddled and pampered and spoiled to your heart’s content!”

“You make it sound so simple, life’s never that simple.”

“Of course it is, it’s going to work out because we love each other, this family is going to be your family, and everything will always be wonderful as long as we all stick together.”

No it won’t, Veronica has to learn the lesson that life isn’t simple, and her love is poisonous.


(TO BE CONTINUED)

A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out, my life became much more demanding after chapter 3 and less time and energy to spend on this story. I’m especially sorry that the sex scene was so weak this time around but I couldn’t really think of a good way to make Devana a different character from the rest in terms of her sexuality. I do hope you enjoyed her backstory, the only reason I initially made her a ‘gypsy’ was because I thought a dark skinned woman would be incredibly sexy.

Anyway hope you guys enjoyed it, this was probably the hardest chapter so far as I didn’t have a clear idea for what to do, that won’t apply to the rest of the story.

Fine story. Looking forward to part five.

Wow!

dark story,you are on the right path maybe it needs a bit more intensity

tiger11 said:

dark story,you are on the right path maybe it needs a bit more intensity

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Have you seen the other chapters? Those are a bit darker.

What would you like to see in the future?