Eve watched as the woman's ass jiggled with each collision of the man's hand -- there was a slight glare from the candles, but she would recognize that woman anywhere. Because it was
her,
and this was the 56th time she'd watched the video. Andrew had left her here, chained to her special bench, and forced her to watch as he broke her will, shredded her pride, and made her orgasm harder than ever before.
She knew what came next -- her throat being violated, him feasting on her pussy and then practically carrying her to the bench she now sat upon. And soon it would loop around for the 57th time.
Her mouth was sore from the gag he'd chosen, and her throat hurt from being used so roughly. It made it difficult to cry out for help. Not that anyone would hear her, anyway.
By this point, the vibrations had made her clit incredibly sensitive, so much so that it hurt. She still couldn't tell if the wand under her was programmed to change settings unpredictably, or if someone was controlling it. Perhaps someone was watching her, she thought miserably. She hoped it'd be Andrew.
"No!" She cried, throat stinging. She didn't know where that thought had come from, but she didn't want it. If someone was watching her, she'd be humiliated no matter who it was. What they would see was a broken woman, a woman who would collapse were it not for her restraints, a woman who had cum so hard that she left a puddle of fluids beneath her. Pathetic.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the echo of shoe on stone. The leather restraints around her wrists and ankles strained as she attempted to turn toward the entrance to the basement dungeon.
"Mmmmhmm mm, don't move now pretty lady. I liked you just the way you were. What a sight." His voice was smooth and sticky, laced with a hint of a twang. But Eve didn't recognize the voice.
She croaked, "Who are you?"
The sound of his laugh drifted closer, carried on spiced wind.
"Name's Pedro," he said, finally stepping into sight. He casually wound his way around her bench, circling her once before dragging a chair over and straddling it. His yellow corduroy pants strained as his legs folded around the seat.
She looked up at him. A gold tooth winked at her, a mouth framed by a salt-and-pepper beard smiled wider, and the smile crinkled the crow's feet around his cool green eyes. He was, of course, beautiful. As all vampires were, apparently. Andrew's words from earlier, about being a creature of the night, echoed in her head. Next to his gold tooth was one of his canines -- it looked extra sharp.
Eve took a deep breath. Her thoughts were racing.
What is he doing here? How does he know Andrew? Is he in on this? Part of this?
She opened her mouth to ask another question, but --
"Before you ask, sweetheart, let me just tell you. Unfortunately, Andrew and I have some issues. He probably hasn't talked to you about vampire politics yet, but... let's just say we want different things. He's been up to something, and he needs to stop sniffing around. So I'm here to see if I can get him to back off." She didn't like Pedro's smile then.
"And I think I've found what I needed."
Eve gulped, bracing for impact, bracing for anything now that she knew that he wanted to hurt her. He made quick work of her binds, but as his cold fingers undid her last restraint, Andrew threw open the door and raced down the stairs, a promise of death burning in the set of his jaw. Pedro was faster, though.
Andrew skidded to a halt, frozen by the knife held to Eve's throat. Pedro's arm was an iron bar around her waist, locking her to him. She didn't dare breathe harder than she needed -- each inhale brought the knife closer to her exposed throat. The embarrassment at being naked and held at knifepoint by a stranger paled in comparison to the fear coursing through her, accelerating her heart.
"Andrew," she said calmly, hoping she could talk some sense into him.
His gaze snapped to hers, and he narrowed his eyes as if to say stay out of this.
But she couldn't stay out of it. If anything, now she was caught in the middle of everything.
"Yeah, Andrew," Pedro taunted, mimicking Eve's voice. "Don't be stupid," he sneered.
"Drop her and I might let you live," Andrew growled. But Pedro only laughed.
"Drop this gorgeous little slut? You're crazy. I have plans for her. My comrade and I will fuck her raw and then sip every last drop of life from her."
Andrew snarled, taking measured steps toward the pair.
His voice became molten -- it was a voice that came from somewhere ancient and dark. "You will release her, and then you will bend the knee."
