Author's Note: This chapter is a little bit longer, went crazy with the length. Whoops. It's worth the length, I promise!
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Marcus came into her room, it was around lunch, as she sat around starving. He looked at her naked figure. Draco had forbidden clothes, and she was holding up his rule religiously. When he had come into the room, she looked up expectantly, but was only disappointed. Her master, the one she was imprinted to, had been giving her the cold shoulder. She tried not to look a little disappointed. Penny had tied up her hair, it was always tied up now, and she wondered if they would ever cut it short.
Sitting on the bed, she bared her neck quickly, feeling numb as Marcus bit into her. It was ritual. He sucked her blood and handed her a soda with a straw. Slightly relaxed, as losing so much blood normally left her a little light-headed, he bent her over his knee gently. Her breasts hung over his knees, dangling precariously every time one of them shifted in the slightest.
Leather snaked across her back as she felt the vampire rubbing it on her skin. It was coarse, and it smelled like it hadn't been oiled in a while. This would hurt. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. Not expecting the blow, the first crackle of the thing was on her left ass cheek. Penny's eyes were teary, but her clit was erect, waiting like a lioness on the hunt. Marcus delivered another blow to her right, mirroring the red mark it made on the left. A pattern formed on her round cheeks. His right hand went to one of cheeks, as he pressed her thumb against the mark, she winced, and he complimented her glorious globes. This went on for eighteen more strokes of the little whip. She had stained his pants with her juices.
"Thank you, little one." Marcus murmured to her, after rubbing her ass with some cream to alleviate the pain. "I'll try to tell Draco to forgive you."
She smiled up at him, she liked him, and he was only second to her master. "Thank you, Sir."
Looking down, she watched through her lashes as he left quietly. Penny sighed and lied down on the bed. She had been doing a lot of crying. Curling up into a ball, she tried shutting her eyes. Sleep didn't come. It was only one in the morning, the afternoon. The door opened and she looked up warily. It wasn't dinner time yet. Now she was wondering who wanted to have sex with her now. Why now? The girl was a crying, hot mess over someone who had kidnapped her and raped her and sucked her blood. Mental. She knew it was crazy to care so much.
Draco! He sulked in and looked down on her coldly, "Bare your neck, Slave." Those were the only four words he had spoken to her in the last week. Ever since she ran away it was as though she was dead to him, though she was still human.
"No." She sniffled, pulling the covers around her. Defiant, she scrunched up her neck and head, like there was none. Penny felt like a ridiculously emotional turtle.
He blinked slowly down at her, "Slave, bare your neck."
"No!" Penny spoke up defiantly. Looking him in her tear stained eyes, she denied him clearly.
"Why not?" Her master whispered quietly, like he was losing his voice, but the anger was there. Draco was hungry, and only when he was famished would he come and feed off of her.
"Because," she cried, not meeting his gaze, "I don't want to live if you're just going to hate me!"
Sitting on the bed, he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't hate you, young one." It wasn't convincing, he was annoyed, and irritated, but he wasn't whispering.
"Yes you do." His slave wept. "You're completely shut off. All you ever do is suck my blood. I miss you, you know." That last part shocked her as the words burst past her lips. You miss him? She thought angrily to herself, what is wrong with you?
Draco pushed her down, and got on top of her, growling. "It's the imprint."
Hot, Penny could feel her cunt juices dripping out of her, she squirmed under her, trying to wrestle free, but his hands were on her shoulders, firm, strong hands. "You saved me."
"You escaped." His hands tied hers above her head. "If you escaped me, couldn't you escape them?"
"They kidnapped me." Penny pointed out, she was anticipating him, and what he would do, "And your shackles were too loose." The sweat on her brow was a mixture of fear, lust, and anger.
Biting her nipple, practically chewing her nipple, she gasped, and he responded, "You let them rape you. I saw. You didn't fight them off nearly as much as you fought off me."
"So? They weren't going to suck my blood."
His lips brushed her sensually as he bit her lower lip tenderly. "You love it."
"I love it when you do it, as opposed to everyone else." It was true. The imprint made it pleasurable with Draco and torture with everyone else. Which was torture. Lately, with his distance and her sadness, he sucking her blood had become just as painful as everything else.
"You hate it when I rape you."
She nodded, trying to resist him, but she was weak. "Do your worst." Penny dared.
His icy pointer finger ran over her cheek, she couldn't push his hand away, "Why no struggle?"
Because I just got you back to myself and I don't want to lose you again, she thought to herself. "I don't know," Penny lied. She still hated it. The kinkiness was awful. Her disgust wasn't very well hidden.
"You never lost me in the first place, little one."
A blush crept up her cheeks like a parasite. What are you doing? A voice inside her yelled, he doesn't love you! "Oh?"
"Yes. I was being a fool." Draco admitted sheepishly. "You'd think a five-hundred year old vampire would grow up a little." He kissed her forehead possessively.
"Is raping me a phase too?"
He slapped her across the face, and she cried out. "No."
Her eyebrows furrowed, pissed. "Get off of me, Draco. This isn't cute anymore."
"Oh?" Draco chuckled. "I think I'm really cute."
"Stop it." Penny growled up at his smirking figure. He was still fully clothed, but his member pressed against her pelvic area. Her sex was betraying her like a slut, it was wet and needy for him.
A finger was thrust into her roughly. "I think you like this, slave."
"No, I don't." She protested, trying to buck him off. "Draco!"
Biting her nipple roughly, he growled, "Sir. Draco."
Penny screamed, tears in her eyes. "Please, Sir Draco." It was a painful pleasure as he finger fucked her and bit and nipped her breasts. Her cunt juices were moistening the furs under her, and making that obvious slurping noise. He was stretching her insides as he was pumping inside of her, while his thumb toyed with her clit. But she was climbing upwards to an orgasm. Spectacular. He stopped, and she cried out. A longing noise, she was left alone.
"Oh, I'm sorry," He feigned innocence, "I thought you hated this."
She sighed, her head flopped onto the pillow in defeat. "Whatever." Penny shut her eyes and tried to climb downward, but it was difficult. Draco was still on top of her. He placed his fingers on her lips. Sucking them greedily, she was trying to get so close. Penny's juices tasted so sweet on her desperate tongue. They smelt lovely, a tangy sweetness, as well, and glistened on Draco's finger.
Pulling the fingers out, he shook his head. "After running away, do you really think I'm going to let you come?"
The slave groaned in frustration as his teeth grazed her lips sensually. Desperate, she kissed him, and he slapped her across the face. Stinging her face, it didn't hurt so bad as it would've a few days ago. Used to the pain, she supposed. "No, take what I give you, young one."
"But I—" She protested.
"Don't even try to persuade me." Draco stopped her.
Suddenly, she had had enough. He could not treat her this way. That wasn't okay. This whole thing wasn't okay. She began to try and squirm out of his reach. "Stop it!"
He cooed, like a parent with its child, "Are we really back to this game? I think," Draco clenched her ass with his nails, causing her to cry out, "That you're a girl who doesn't know what, or, whom she wants." The vampire told her through gritted teeth.
"Oh, please." Penny rolled her eyes, "What I want more than life now is to go home."
"More than life?" Draco practically bounced off the wall in delight, "If you traded your life to me, in exchange to go home, would you?"
"Haven't you done enough?" She demanded, angry. "You take me away from the comforts of my life! You rape me and play your games! And now you ask me about trading my life in exchange for home? Didn't you already take my life and suck out all of its blood?" Penny wasn't in tears, she was angry, not tears.
"I quip, slave." He said with ice in his lips with every word he spoke. "I would never let you go."
"You're an asshole." Penny spat.
