The sounds of slapping flesh awoke me. As the haze cleared from my eyes, I felt the tugging of the rod between my legs, heard the moans, I took stock of the scene quickly. Several males had accompanied the Mistress this time and their debauchery was in full swing. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air. When I was alone, I’d listen to every word I could catch as it was murmured near my room. I’d sit in the shadows and listen. It was the only way I had to collect information. Through the walls I’d heard that the mating would happen soon. That her hellren would move into residence as part of the arrangement. My hopes for escape during transfer had been dashed upon learning that piece of information. The only explanation for a gathering of this many males with the Mistress must be one last hurrah before she would have to feign her role as obedience shellan.
When the mistress and her males began their filth before I came out of the drugged state, I always found it harder to remove myself from the scenerio. Glancing down my body, my jaw clenched as I barely contained a growl. I hated when the males put their mouths on me. As if sensing my thoughts, the male in question lifted his head, grinning viciously at me. He took leave to approach the Mistress who was bent over, her mouth surrounding one male as another plowed into her from behind. A low growl bubbled up my throat when yet another set of hands began to pet my body. The males who’d left me, fisted a hand in the Mistress’ hair, pulling her head up to speak to her. “Your pet awakes, Mistress, I beg you, let me take his mouth.” Her alcohol and lust hazed gaze feel upon me, a dopey yet sinister smile spread as she moaned. “The risk and reward are yours.” Releasing her hair he turned back making his way slowly to me as he stoked his member, hate and lust warring in his glassy-eyed expression. With I glanced and a nod at the male who’s hands were on me, the both came to stand at either side of my head. My hands fisted in the shackles as the second male took my jaw. The first male crooned at me to be a good slave and take it.
The other male chuckled darkly as his hands clamped bruisingly in either side of my jaw prying it open. My arms tensed, hands fisted and straining against the cuffs. The first male brought his member to my mouth, pushing it inside, a triumphant groan falling from his lips. A savage growl bubbled up from my chest as my fangs descended, jerking my head from the other male’s grip I tore and ripped my way through the flesh between my fangs, spitting blood and chunks in a macabre spray as blood curdling scream echoed through the room. I did not know or care the damage I had inflicted, I hoped it permanent and debilitating. The underlying sounds of a shrill giggle meet my ears. The Mistress was ever delighted by the show. Her toys had misbehaved and her entertainment had been heightened. My hatred for her boiled as the blows rained down on my skull repeatedly. The blackness was welcome.
When next I awoke I wished once more for death. My head pounded in time with the beating of my heart, my skull feeling as though it would crack in two. The ache in my mouth was a fire blazing freely. When I attempted to move I found not only my limbs locked down, but an iron band now braced across my chest. I wanted to scream my anguish as memories assaulted me, but when I attempted to move, I found my jaw fastened shut. I could not pry it open. Moving my tongue around in the confines of my mouth, a muffled panic filled noise escaped when I discovered empty holes where my fangs were. My struggles must have drawn attention because in the next moment the steel door groaned open, the Mistress in all her stiff spine facade walked to my side. Her eyes blazed with anger. “The Duke demanded retribution for your stupidity. This was what was necessary so that I could keep you and you would live.” Desperation garbled my anguished cry at her explanation. I could have been free of this life. Passed onto the Fade or into nothingness. I cared not which. Either would surpass this life. But no, this vile selfish being needed her whore. Clueless to the path of my thoughts, the Mistress lifted my upper lip tsking in disgust as she viewed what I could not. “They will grow back. But I can not look upon you with those gaping spaces. Worry not, though” She leaned over, sneering sickly down at me. “When you heal, I shall return. You. Are. Mine.” And I was. She held the reigns of my existence. Rode me like an animal. And I was. If there were any doubts left as to what I had become, they were confirmed by my actions and subsequent de-fanging.