‘Aaah! Stop! Ow!’ whimpered Corin, responding energetically to every lick of the woven stalk, the leather 207
hoop ringing against her soft flesh.
‘If you don’t keep quiet I’ll punish you more!’ Kira snapped, and started to strike harder into her target to ensure she failed to comply. Corin tried to bite down onto her words, but the added ferocity coupled with Kira’s significant strength and personal knowledge of where and how to achieve the sternest results had her howling with duress in moments.
‘That’s it; I warned you,’ Kira murmured bitterly, twirling the crop and lodging it under her armpit, pinning it in place before turning the captured limb. Snagging the other wrist she pulled them up, turning Corin onto her back before descending with her knees, pinning them beneath her shins.
‘Beg my forgiveness and I might spare you,’ she offered, peering into the lupine’s distressed eyes, glaring down her leather-clad torso, the crotch of her riding trousers hanging over the woman’s face, threatening to smother her.
‘
Please
, mistress, I’m so sorry…’ she croaked. ‘Please forgive me. I’ll do anything you want, I didn’t mean to offend you.’
Kira pondered for a moment, deliberately exaggerating the feat, putting a finger to her lips as she looked up in contemplation. ‘Not good enough,’ she laughed, and started to lower into position.
‘Noooo-mmmph,’ came Corin’s response, the words lost as Kira settled into position, the nose of the female pressing into her loins, a wonderful precursor tease. She could feel the soft drag of air through the weave of the fabric, Corin sifting the most meagre influx through the tight material, hauling at it, her eyes wide as she fought for every fraction of a breath.
‘What’s that?’ Kira questioned, throwing a hand to cup 208
her ear as she detected faint murmurs from beneath her.
‘Speak up,’ she snapped, and flung the crop back, catching the side of Corin’s thigh. The woman’s eyes screwed up, her legs curling together, knotting intricately as she battled the effects of the stroke. Kira lifted herself a little, letting the woman gulp down lungfuls of air, coughing and spluttering.
‘I’m going to give you a good beating now, Corin.
Understand?’ she questioned, rolling the crop in her fingers.
‘Y-yes, mistress,’ she stammered, her eyes half closed and full of water.
Kira frowned, caught by surprise at the ease with which the woman had accepted the chastisement. Perhaps the queen had trained her more thoroughly than she at first thought. But then as she settled back down, allowing the woman to steal a great gasp before she was stifled, she saw her open her mouth wide, and as she rode the woman’s face, she could feel her tongue tasting the fabric of her riding breeches.
Despite these suspicions, Kira hurled the crop around behind her, afflicting the powerful thighs of her prisoner with the weapon, and when she parted them Kira never once missed the opportunity to hack into her inner region, installing the most caustic of weals.
Kira rode the woman as she bucked and kicked, jolting under the weight of her torturess, unable to defeat the awesome strength of the brood vampire. Corin’s hands were rendered claws, trying to grab her oppressor, her legs slamming against the ground, the slap of flesh to rock merging with muted hollers and the stinging crack of the punishing implement as it went to work.
Only once Corin was red in face and thigh did Kira stop and rise, allowing her charge to drag down her 209
breath. Barely had she gained the first than she addressed her villain, Kira stroking the warmed front of her trousers, saliva and her own moisture tainting them, her mind heady with the elation of dominance.
‘Th-thank you… m-mistress,’ Corin managed, swallowing for strength at the end, her eyes closed, her senses reeling, her mind full of haze from the effects of deprivation.
‘Good slave,’ commented Kira, reaching down to cup the woman’s chin. ‘Such a waste; to squander something so delightful,’ she said to herself, reaching back and running a gloved hand down the woman’s thigh, tracing the purple lines set indelibly upon her, and as she crossed the pudenda of the woman she found her damp with arousal. ‘You little pervert,’ she grinned with astonishment, reaching across with the crop and running its ring of hide through the folds of her labia. The woman groaned deeply, her mouth wide as she felt the passage of the weapon across her naked loins. ‘Look at this,’
said Kira, showing her the glistening moisture upon the leather. She smiled and forced it to Corin’s lips. ‘Clean it off, slave,’ she demanded, making the woman lap it as she continued her accusations.
‘All this time you’ve been playing me like a fool, having me think you were genuinely resisting me.
Tricking me, no less.’
‘I… I’m sorry, mistress,’ she snorted, her tongue rolling across the leather with fetishistic craving, adoring it as the tool of her own derogation and torment.
‘Well, I can see I…’ Kira began and then paused, yanking the crop away from Corin’s squirming tongue.
‘Hold on a minute,’ she said, wondering, running her theory through her mind to see if it could be true. Then, placing her fists around her waist, she glared down on 210
her subject.
‘Just who are you running from, slave?’ Kira hissed.
Corin seemed to go pale, as though some terrible and dark secret had been unearthed and she was too frightened to let it be confirmed.
‘Tell me!’ shouted Kira, making Corin flinch, her eyes wild, her mouth forming half words, trying to air them but her reservations were too great.
‘Fine!’ huffed Kira, unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning her trousers, dropping the zip and then pulling them down, revealing her naked hindquarters to the captive.
Dropping back into place, Kira heard a startled gasp before the lupine was smothered by her humid sex. ‘Lick!
Lick or I’ll suffocate you, bitch!’ Kira tersely ordered, wriggling her loins on the buried face, her legs still keeping the woman’s arms under firm control, her inner thighs squeezing her skull in a terrible grip.
Looking into the eyes of the woman, Kira could see the joy in them, the pleasure in being so mercilessly controlled; forced to service another woman, to taste her, her very breath regulated by the results of satisfactory cunnilingus.
‘Tell me, Corin,’ Kira demanded, and flung the crop back in one hand while the other grabbed the woman’s hair and pulled it towards the ground, afflicting her roots as a further incentive to confess. The crop stung her thigh, then her hip, before continuing its random targeting of her legs with occasional soft slaps into her loins, these being the ones that gained the most wild results from her captive.
Occasionally Kira lifted a little, allowing the woman some much-needed sobs of air before she was again submerged. During these moments of reprieve Corin was offered another chance to testify her truths, but she 211
refused.
‘I guess I shall have to try other methods,’ Kira finally decided, her belly alive, her pleasure heightened to new zeniths of intensity by her new fledgling love of domination.
Leaning back, Kira aimed the crop, making Corin tense in anticipation and then melt as the woven stalk was drawn back and forth like the bow of a violin, sinking into her crotch, softly teasing her clitoris. Corin went more rigid than she had ever been under the lash, her body breaking into fits as Kira continued to play her womb, singing a song to have her confess this most lethal of secrets.
In mere moments Corin was almost on the verge of climax, at which time Kira stopped suddenly and lifted the shaft of the crop away. Corin twitched with tension, deprived of release, torn by a sudden and diabolic frustration.
‘Tell me who you are running from,’ commanded Kira, lifting up a little. ‘Tell me and I will finish you,’ she promised, bobbing the crop before Corin’s mortified eyes.
‘The queen! The queen! Now please, mistress,
please
!
Just a little more!’ she begged, so close to exhilarating release, hanging on the very lip and unable to gain it.
‘Good slave,’ cooed Kira, patting Corin’s cheek with a heavy hand. ‘Now do you want your reward?’ she taunted, swinging her hips, turning her crotch before Corin’s starving eyes.
‘Yes please, mistress… please,’ she snivelled. ‘I’ve told you what you want to know.’
As a response Kira settled back into place, putting the crop into its sodden valley and continuing the action. In seconds Corin exploded into orgasm, Kira dragging her through such bliss for a lengthy period, melting her sanity 212
with the ordeal of utmost pleasure.
‘Come on, slave, let me here you squall,’ she scowled, her eyes sparkling with intense glee. ‘Sing to me.’ The crop rose and then fell, stinging the woman’s genitals with a brief swat that unleashed an undulating wail. ‘Oh, much better,’ reported Kira, the feel of someone’s sorrow vibrating her membranes satisfying her demands. ‘Now, continue, slave,’ she ordered, the woman requiring little extra encouragement to continue adoring Kira’s sex. Her tongue spilled forth with zeal to suddenly have Kira holding tightly to the woman’s head, gasping as she weathered the rapture, denying her slave breath until she had taken her full measure and been sated.
Shifting back a little onto the woman’s chest, her breasts like pillows, Kira regarded the lupine, moisture across her face, beads of sweat flecking her suffocated brow. ‘Why are you fleeing the queen, slave?’ she asked, refastening her attire.
‘I don’t want to end up like my brother, mistress,’ she whispered, on the verge of a faint.
Kira shook her head disapprovingly but sympathetically. She understood the woman perfectly. It was her own fear of being the queen’s consort, for the loss of her fickle favour would be damning. Corin was smart, she had seen this terrible fate and was trying to avoid it. While Thanos fled Kitjana, praying that his queen unearth him, Corin was doing the opposite.
‘So you want Kitjana to find you, to win you?’ asked Kira.
‘I… I’m not sure, mistress. I don’t want to stay with the queen. Any longer and I’ll fall in love with her, I know it. But if I am Kitjana’s I’ll never see the palace again. Plus, she is mortal. I’ll no longer be able to stay as a ghoul, to live this life for all eternity. I don’t want to 213
die… my ancestors… Gaia, I… I’ll be damned if I die,’
she grizzled, afraid that mortality would prove her greatest threat. To live a long and luxurious life of perversity was adequate for most, but to this former paladin of Gaia, it was only a brief interlude before eternal purgatory from the wrath of the deity she had spurned descended upon her.
‘And what have we here?’ enquired a female voice, disrupting Kira’s turmoil beset thoughts as her mind raced to and fro, trying to find a way to resolve this predicament.
Turning on a whirl, Kira saw Ghrethekk jumping down onto the plateau from a ridge, the sound of her sisters close behind. The woman ran a hand down her leather covered breast and purred with libidinous glee.
‘Well, well, well, looks like my suspicions were right,’
she gloated, striding closer. ‘Little Corin backtracked.’
Kira arose and looked down on the terrified woman, the reputation of the Shadow-Angels chilling her soul.
Ownership by these lesbian harridans offered the same end as if Kitjana had caught her.
‘And now this little Gaia lupine is all mine,’ Ghrethekk growled hungrily.
‘Ours, dear sister!’ spat Tyorn, climbing over a neighbouring rock, her short brown locks damp with sweat from a long run.
‘Okay, ours,’ corrected Ghrethekk as Sesharll emerged from behind a plinth, the tall woman smiling quietly to herself as she regarded Corin.
‘You can leave her now, slave,’ stated Ghrethekk, absently motioning for Kira to step aside, treating her as nothing of consequence, as property that had fulfilled its function for its betters.
‘Others can win her?’ Kira questioned. ‘I thought only the queen or Kitjana could win the lupines?’
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‘Things change, slave. Your owners need hardly bother enlightening you when the rules have been altered. I’m amazed you were included in the hunt in the first place.’
‘In that case, I claim her for myself,’ hissed Kira, standing over her prize. ‘I found her – you were too slow.
She is mine.’
A flicker of a grin touched Corin’s lips, but she knew Kira was hopelessly outmatched and knew also that Shadow-Angels rarely accepted defeat.
‘Don’t make me laugh,
slave
!’ snorted Ghrethekk derisively, striding casually over.
‘Give it up, slave girl,’ advised Sesharll with a chuckle.
‘You may be a vampire, but we are Shadow-Angels. We’ll carve you up even without full form.’
‘She’s right Kira, don’t do it,’ whimpered Corin, well aware of the strength these women commanded, a power she would be hesitant to face one on one herself, let alone three against one. ‘You’ll not stand a chance.’ She could be of no help; her collar stopped her changing form and providing assistance, and without a wolfen form she was just a mere mortal to them.
‘I am giving you one last chance to back off, Kira,’
Ghrethekk warned. ‘Queen or not, you’ll be dead in a second if you do not step away!’
Kira did not respond, instead she just steadied her heart and lowered her gaze, tensing her form, breathing softly, letting the blood of her heritage spill through her limbs, tightening the muscles. She could feel an itch in her fangs, the four incisors pushing forward, sensing the fight ahead.
‘Out of my way—’ began Ghrethekk, reaching forward to shove Kira aside and take what she wanted, but with a blur of motion Kira span, slamming her knuckles across the jaw of the woman, sending her arching back through the air to slam against the stone with a jarring crack that 215
caused shocked silence to descend.
Ghrethekk did not turn immediately; she glared forward across the land, a trickle of blood seeping over her lip as her jaw shivered with inveterate bitterness. ‘Fine, if that’s the way you want to play it, girl,’ she growled, turning slowly to meet Kira’s gaze, her own eyes suddenly lighting up with empurpled radiance. Her flesh shuddered, unleashing the power of the Wyrm, changing her body, gathering muscles, claws and fangs, filling her female form with vicious unstoppable juggernaut power.