Vampire Enslavement (Lords of Bondage) (3 page)

Cabrian untied the sheet from her wrists and it dropped to the floor. “You need a reminder of who owns you.” He loosened his trousers and pulled them down, freeing his engorged cock. “You promised to obey.”

He wanted sex. That surprised her since it was off-limits. Her eyes fell on his heavy male piece and she longed to feel it inside her, stretching her. But they were not alone. “You wish to do this here?” The Roman captives were only a foot away. Thankfully they faced the opposite direction, but to do it in a public place…it wasn’t something she had ever contemplated.

“Yes, I want them to understand what happens to the females we take captive.” He ran a hand down her body, capturing a full, round breast. “Let this be a lesson to the Romans. They will cease their senseless raids into our territories once they comprehend the consequences of their injudicious greed.”

“They saw my stained thighs. They know well what you do to captives.”

“To see is not the same as actual experience.” He pointed to a low table. “On your hands and knees,” he said with a gruff tone.

Cassia crawled onto the hard wood surface and looked back at her captor. “You have the power to free two of those soldiers. Spare my friend Claudius.”

“You ask much, but I will consider it if you perform to my expectations.”

“You’re an ass,” Cassia said under her breath. “If you care about my feelings at all, you’ll grant me that much. Claudius has been a good friend to the family and I’ve known him since I was a toddler.”

“Then perform well, slave.” He ran a hand over her generous bottom. “His life is in your hands.”

Cassia looked at the soldiers. She could see the back of Claudius’ head. It was sandy brown with streaks of premature gray. He had a family who would miss him terribly if he didn’t come home to them. A wife and twelve kids. Cabrian’s hand slid past the tight curls of her sex to part her lower lips. A blast of heat struck her core as his fingers found her small nub.

“You’re already wet. Soaking wet.” He breathed heavily, his voice full of rampant lust. “Such a good slave. It won’t be difficult at all to get inside you.”

Cassia moaned without meaning to make a sound. She couldn’t help it. She ached to feel the slide of his shaft inside her eager channel one more time. The prince had banned human-hybrid intercourse with only limited exceptions. She wondered if this counted or if he was breaking hybrid law. She felt his heavy cock brush against her bottom before he positioned it at her sex. He entered her from behind, ever so slowly, and she could feel his cock stretching her small passage. His hybrid shaft was shaped differently than human ones. It rammed deep inside her and caused instant stimulation. Tiny tremors wracked her body and brought her close to cresting. She felt his mouth at the fleshy part of her shoulder seconds before his fangs punctured her there, drawing blood. The pleasure was intense and pushed her over the edge. She was coming and it was one of the most powerful orgasms of her experience. She cried out, but stopped herself from screaming over and over like a banshee. Oh, she felt like such a whore.

Eventually her quaking stopped. He stopped sucking on her to whisper in her ear. “Tell them what I’m doing to you, slave.”

She felt a tug on her mind and knew he was compelling her with his hybrid abilities. “The hybrid is inside me, using me as one does to females captured in times of war.”

He grabbed her by her hips to ram himself to the depths of her. “Be more specific, slave.”

Cassia moaned as he thrust inside her. “The lord is…fucking me…on the table…behind you.” She didn’t know why he forced her to state the obvious. They couldn’t see her, but the table was shaking back and forth and generating a profuse amount of noise. The sounds of their bodies slapping together left no doubt to what was taking place. Cabrian’s hand massaged her nub, and despite her resistance, managed to bring on a second orgasm.
Oh, I’m such a harlot.
Clearly she was not in need of rescue—she enjoyed her captivity way too much. She cried out, the sound of her pleasure drowning out the other sounds in the room.

“Humans are so easy to fuck. They’re always wet, warm, and welcoming.” His deep, sensuous tone ramped up Cassia’s desire. His vigorous thrusts increased in pace and his hands upon her were like a vise. “They love hybrid cock,” he said with a groan. “Don’t they, slave?”

“Yes, we love it.” Cassia would say just about anything right now. The pleasure wracked her body and overwhelmed her. She felt his cock swell inside her and she knew he was releasing his seed. It fell in torrents from her sex as he pulled out of her, staining everything it touched a brownish hue.

Cabrian spread the fluid on her thighs and all over her breasts. When he pulled her to her feet, she looked in dismay at her tattooed breasts and stomach. The designs would fade from her skin in time, but no amount of soap and water would remove them. She knew from experience. She guessed he was marking his territory.

He forced her to walk to the front of the room so he could display her tattooed body to the soldiers. Cassia couldn’t look them in the eyes, knowing they had heard her screams when she had convulsed in ecstasy in the arms of the enemy.

“The lady has begged for your life,” Cabrian said to Claudius, “so I will spare you. And I will spare one more. The rest of you will face the prince’s wrath.”

The hybrids began returning to the room. Two of them grabbed Claudius and a second Roman soldier and disappeared. Cassia assumed they were heading to the dungeon. Cassia felt eyes on her and knew they stared at her newly stained skin. The warriors glanced at Cabrian and gave him knowing looks. A few of them appeared worried as they peered at their fearsome leader.

The prince narrowed his eyes at Cabrian. “You were to punish your slave, not fuck her.”

“That was the punishment.” He crossed his arms over his chest and met his superior’s eyes with a boldness that few dared. “It was done in the presence of her people so she would understand she is a slave. In human society, only slaves are subjected to that kind of humiliation.”

“A convenient excuse, Lord Ross. We all know you did it to fuck her.” He looked at Cassia as if she was a gnat that needed to be squashed before it laid eggs and polluted the villa with an army of maggots. “You’ll become addicted to human sheaths if you persist in using her.”

“I’ve only had her twice, not nearly enough to risk an addiction. I know what I’m doing, Your Royal Highness.”

“I hope that is the case.”

“War games, you understand.” He pointed to the Centurion in the middle of the room. The Roman shot daggers at him, obviously incensed by what he had done to Cassia. “The noble Claudius will carry our message to the Roman people. Let them know how easily we can kill their males, how easily we can seduce their females.”

Seamus slung his sword over his back and approached Diermont. “Humans have served our kind for generations upon generations. They used to offer us the choicest females to be our pets. They were our happy slaves.”

“You wish a pet, Seamus?” Diermont appeared perplexed. “Some of these humans are curious creatures, but you’d quickly grow bored by them. Dogs make better pets.” He shook his head with a fierce motion and grimaced. “Do not expect a return to the old ways. Our males cannot withstand the temptation of the human animal. They fornicate with them and lose interest in hybrid females. It prevents mating bonds from being established. It caused a decline in our birth rates, which was one of the reasons we do not recommend the keeping of human pets.”

Cabrian placed his arm around Cassia’s waist. “My pet is fertile.”

“Not at the moment, Lord Ross,” Diermont said. “So keep your cock out of her from now on. She is covered in both blue and brown stains. Everyone can see that she is yours. There is no reason to touch her again, not until she’s in her fertile time.”

Cassia stared at the floor, wishing she could disappear like the hybrids could into thin air. She didn’t feel comfortable being naked in front of a room of people. She had been denied clothes ever since the hybrids had taken the villa. Slaves were naked. She had grown accustomed to seeing nakedness in slaves. Lucine had at times used her slaves, both male and female, to entertain her company. Most of the wealthy households did the same. She hadn’t really known what it meant until now. She was an object, a possession that was less than human.

“Have the druids interrogate the captives before the executions commence,” Diermont said to a long-haired hybrid armed with a myriad of weapons.

Cassia met the eyes of the terrified soldiers and it hurt to know they only had moments to live. Many of them were young and hadn’t grown into their manhood yet. The fangs of the hybrids extended and their eyes darkened to the color of the blood they would soon spill.

Cabrian pulled her away from the scene. “You don’t need to see this.” He transported them to Cassia’s room by opening up a portal. He continued to restrain her within his muscular arms. “Remember that you are to obey me. The prince was displeased by your escape attempt.”

“It seems he was upset with you as well for violating the ban on human-hybrid sex.” Had Cabrian been so desperate to have her that he would knowingly risk Diermont’s wrath? She had to wonder since he rarely did anything on impulse. “What was that about, anyway? It wasn’t necessary to do what you did.”

“My cock found it necessary.” He grinned, appearing slightly abashed. “You don’t know how hard it has been for me, Cassia. I can’t wait four frickin years for it.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and shook his head. “Diermont’s crazy. A male cannot go that long without sex.”

The prince probably expected Cabrian to use other females. Hybrid ones. “You took me in front of others.” It shamed her when she remembered how loudly she had screamed when he had taken her. Geez, half the neighboring villas had probably heard her cries of ecstasy.

“It was but a single act that cannot be repeated, if that makes you feel better. Diermont will not make an issue of one isolated incident given the circumstances, but any more and he’ll never let me hear the end of it.” His face filled with annoyance. “They’ll stick the druids on me and have a little intervention to rid me of my human addiction.”

Cassia was taken aback. She knew of the ban, but for some reason she thought Cabrian would find some way to work around it. Like he had a half hour ago. “So there will be nothing physical between us in the foreseeable future.”

“Are you disappointed, slave?” He tilted her face toward his in a motion that demonstrated an unexpected tenderness. His eyes lowered to her lips. “You want to get on your hands and knees for me again?”

“No. But I promised to obey you, so I would do it if asked.” Oh, what a lie. She would do it without his asking. Despite everything that had happened, she was still wildly attracted to the hybrid.

Cabrian’s lips touched hers for a fleeting moment. “I wish I could be certain of your obedience, of your loyalty. You will eventually learn that your place is with me.” He took her in his arms, hugging her tightly before setting her away from him. “Do not disappoint me, Cassia. And do not ever betray me.”

Chapter 2

Kiera was still seething when the hybrids unlocked the closet door to release her from her temporary prison. The cramped space was too small to construct a portal, so she had been effectively trapped. Five hours had passed before someone had thought to look for her. She had thought of nothing but Modez during those long hours. She fantasized about hurting him. Drinking from him. Fucking him. She was thirsty, confused, and in desperate need of a lavatory.

Druscilla was oblivious to Kiera’s moody state and continued to ramble on and on, giving much unwanted advice. “While this locale has been the site of a recent massacre, you must not forget that the most eligible males from the highest echelons of society are gathered here. They are
not
attending Lady Carey’s ball this Season. They are all here, at this New Babylon villa.”

“Lady Carey must certainly be devastated. Do you think it will drive her to suicide?”

“Most likely she will recover.”

“Pity that.” Lady Carey had never issued one of her coveted invitations to Kiera. Like many ladies of society, Lady Carey failed to acknowledge her existence. “I am privileged to be here.”

“You have been honored. Princess Snotti personally asked for you to be included on this excursion.”

Kiera suspected that it was Snotti’s mate who had requested her presence. Prince Diermont, the lecherous pervert, often demanded her company even though he didn’t approve of her. Lately, Diermont had been exercising more and more control over her life. It made her uncomfortable. Since she was related to Snotti, he seemed to view himself as her guardian. “And what is our purpose here?”

“We have all been summoned to provide companionship for Princess Snotti. She could hardly be expected to stay in this barbarian city with no female presence.”

“This place reeks of blood and death.” She was pretty sure the stone floor wasn’t supposed to be that deep red color.

“I do not believe they’ve had adequate time to clear the grounds of corpses.” Druscilla wrinkled her nose and lifted up the folds of her gown to prevent it from being dirtied by the bloodied entrails strewn on the floor. “Ignore the smell. You must focus on your behavior. You must be a model of propriety. One misstep, and the ladies of society will castigate you. Again. This is your chance to prove your worth as a lady.”

“I have followed all of society’s stupid little rules.” Well, mostly. Except for those that pertain to biting strange males. “My behavior has always been above reproach.” Kiera had taken special care to ensure an appearance of proper behavior. What she did at night was anything but proper, but none of them knew of her transgressions.

Druscilla shot her a look of sympathy. “I know it is hardly your fault that your debut into society was an utter failure. Society is so unforgiving, my dear.”

No kidding. Those snooty bitches had called her Clueless Kiera because she had used the wrong fork at her first formal dinner at court.