"I told you to keep your head up." He growled at her. Draco flicked her ass as he walked behind her. She was walking too slowly again.
Penny tilted her head up. Her hair was in her face, and she didn't bother. This girl didn't want to be seen like this. The way the robe happily flapped open at her brisk walk. Her sex exposed and her nipples hard against the chiffon thing that was this terrible robe, a blush on her face. Humiliating was a total understatement, but she didn't have a thesaurus at hand, so that word would do.
"Don't cross your arms."
"Sorry." She mumbled incoherently. The girl was drained of all life. And her neck hurt, and she was completely denied of pleasure. What kind of sicko did that? Oh right, Draco, her apparent master, did. Her hands fell numbly to her side as they walked down the corridor. She could still feel him in his mind, and wasn't sure if that was to her advantage or not. Draco, no, Sir Draco seemed mostly annoyed and irritated, a little playful, and kind of horny.
"Don't mumble."
Thinking to herself, does everything bother him? His grumpiness shouldn't be pushed on her. Penny didn't even know what was bothering him. Which was ridiculous, she didn't do anything, anyway. All she did was lie there and cry while he raped her and sucked her blood. If anything, he should be in a good mood. Shouldn't he? Or was he remorseful. The thoughts went through her head.
"I heard that!" He snapped. Draco stopped, and sighed, "If you insist on knowing, you're bad mood is directly affecting me, which directly affects you."
Penny shook her head, disagreeing. "Forgive me, Sir. You kidnapped me." And didn't let me orgasm, and also sucked my blood, but you know.
His arm went around her waist as he turned her to face him. Fear struck through her. "One more peep out of you, young one, slave, I will take that robe from you, and spank you in front of everyone."
I can't control my thoughts! She thought defensively. "Yes, Sir Draco."
Sir Draco scowled at her, "You've been warned, slave."
They continued walking until they stopped at an archway. There was a soft harp playing, while the five vampires chatted quietly. Vicki was a cat-like dark blonde, brown-eyed vampire with sharp features. Vlad looked like her twin, he was also lean. There was a redhead whose name was Phoenix, who had a slightly above average build. Lastly there was Marcus. He looked to be a sulky leader.
Vicki murmured, meanwhile staring at her, as she stood frozen next to the doorway. "The lovely dish of the hour."
"Oh stop!" Phoenix laughed at her, "You're making her wince."
"Come, slave." He told her. "Kneel." Draco indicated to a spot on the floor in between his legs and Vicki's legs. It was a stone floor. She sat up straight, her ass resting on her ankles. Penny looked down. The robe didn't conceal anything, and it didn't shield her from the cold. Her nipples were even harder. There was a blazing fire, but she was nowhere close to it, as Draco sat furthest from it. The shadows danced off her skin.
"So, I have to ask how she tastes." Marcus murmured, a slight German inflection in his voice, though it was still mainly American. "Anyone can smell fantastic and taste mediocre."
Sir Draco was mentally glowing with glee. They really liked her. "Oh, she's wonderful, Marcus."
She felt fingers brushing back her hair forcefully, her eyes widened with fear. "You really shouldn't let her keep her hair this way. How else will you get your teeth on her neck?" Swiftly, her hair was tied tightly in a floppy bun, and her bangs fell to her face. The two hands left her head and she repressed a sigh of relief. Then they went to her right boob, cupping it, the fingers twirling around her nipple. A gasp this time escaped her lips. "She's so much fun to scare, you know." Vicki pinched her pink tip in the least bit gentle way. Then she let go and went on as though nothing had happened.
Vlad sat across from where he was on the couch, and stared at her. "I must know when we all get our turn with her."
"Oh?" Draco hid his anxiety well. "I suppose Vicki has staked her claim for tonight?" He chuckled at his slave. She was visibly terrified at the prospect. "Slave!" He barked at her. She screamed in fright and fell over, onto Vicki's legs. The four of them laughed, but Draco. Growling, he told her, "Stand. Up." She knew he was only acting this way because he was nervous, but it was no excuse!