"No more, lover," Simon snarled his face a mask of fury and lust. "I tried it the easy way. Now we do it Cullen's way. She told me you might be difficult, she told me."
Reaching over to the dresser, he pulled off a riding crop, and a heavier whip. "Cullen knew that the fastest way to break someone was through pain. Pru taught me everything I needed to know." He swished the whip through the air and Ian jumped, his eyes wide, disbelieving. Simon seemed to hesitate for a moment, "she told me you might need convincing, she told me." He stared off into space before shaking his head and looking down at Ian again.
"When all those barriers are gone, we will join and you will truly see how much I need you, how much I sacrificed for you, what I've gone through for you. You are MINE; you will finally move in with me. I will finally be happy. You will love me. I will have you now and forever," and with that Simon brought the crop down across Ian's stomach, hard.
Ian shrieked behind the gag as the burning pain slashed through his belly again and again as an out of control Simon lashed him, raising welts with every stroke. Some of the strikes broke the skin and Ian's belly and chest were on fire. He was gasping for air through his nose, trying not to choke. His face and arms also received blows that took his breath away. Before knew what was happening he was flipped over on his tender stomach and secured before he could think to fight. The heavier lash came down across his ass. He screamed through the gag. Simon had calmed down a bit, instead of wildly lashing out he began to fall into a rhythm, with longer pauses, and more anticipation.
"I love you Ian," the whip whistled through the air and Ian jerked again as it struck his lower back. "You love me, you know you do. I can't take the teasing anymore love. I need you so badly." Again the whip sang and Ian's muffled cry seemed loud in his ears.
Never before had he felt such pain. His arms were tied about a foot above the mattress to the heavy, rustic pine log headboard, which elevated his head and shoulders above the bed, arching his back. His arms felt almost pulled from their sockets as he jerked and squirmed, trying in vain to escape the agony of fire that rained down on his back, his ass and his legs. It seemed to go on forever, until his whole body was screaming in pain. Light headed, he realized the blows had stopped and Simon's heavy weight hovered over him. He flinched when a warm tongue swept over his burning shoulders, lapping the blood from his back. Again and again it descended over his back until it reached his ass and lapped the blood trickling down his sides and between his cheeks. He could feel himself shaking with tension and fatigue. He twitched violently when he felt Simon pull the cheeks of his ass apart and lap at the blood and skin he had exposed. He was generally a fast healer but it had been over a week since he had fully fed and he could feel the weakness that accompanied blood loss. Tears streaked down his face at the physical agony as well as the mental.
"God you taste good," came Simon's voice, raw with lust.
Ian jumped again and shouted behind the gag as he felt a wet finger thrust into his ass, lubricated with spit and his own blood.
"No, my God stop Simon stop stop STOP," he tried to scream.
"Does that feel good lover?" He asked thrusting the finger hard, slowly withdrawing and thrusting deep again.
Ian threw his head side-to-side and again struggled in vain against the bonds that held him. He couldn't believe that Simon was doing this. If he had been scared before it was nothing compared to the terror that gripped him now. Sick horror was snaking through his belly at the thought of what Simon was going to do to him. He was helpless and yet still yanked savagely at the ropes that held his wrists, ignoring the pain for now as they bit further into his flesh.
Slowly, forcefully, Simon opened his unwilling flesh, stretching his opening and shoving lube deep into him all the while keeping up a steady stream of comments that made Ian want to crawl out of his own skin.
"I can't wait to fuck you baby," Simon panted. "I can't wait to feel that tight virgin ass around my cock. You kept it virgin just for me didn't you?"
Ian could feel Simon's weight settle on his back. The sweat dripping into the open wounds on his back burned and he felt heat and a hard probe at his aching ass. Involuntarily he clenched his muscles against the invasion and tried to shout through his gag for Simon to stop, to come to his senses.
"So tight baby. Relax; just let it happen, I don't want to hurt you babe. I'm gonna make it so good for you." Simon was moaning in his ear now and he felt increased pressure against his ass, it hurt, oh God it hurt. He screamed as he felt the tip of Simon's cock slide in past his sphincter. And with several short, hard thrusts he felt Simon go balls deep. The pain ripped through him, not as bad as he expected but bad enough. The pain in his wrists, back, belly and legs increased with the friction and sweat. His very breath seemed stolen from his chest as his mind tried to cope with the sensory overload. Simon began to thrust inside of him after the initial entry the pain lessened. All other pain seemed to intensify as Simon continued to thrust hard and deep inside him. "You feel so good!" he heard Simon scream as he slammed his hips over and over into his battered body. "FUCK, FUCK...YEAH...IAN..."
Ian felt scalding tears on his cheeks from the pain as well as humiliation as Simon continued to sodomize him. Involuntary screams were forced out of him with each thrust as the fire across his back and ass intensified and his wrists felt like they were being separated from the rest of his body. Part of him was still in shock and refused to believe that the friend he had known for twenty years would subject him to this. Another part was remembering the wild, crazed look on Simon's face and the look of lust at his helplessness.
Simon ripped off the gag with one hand. "Tell me you love me Finn. Tell me. OH GOD... then in a low growling voice "Yeah...take it all baby...every bit. I'm gonna fill you up with me baby. Say it......Tell me you need me, you love me.... Take it... YOU'RE MINE! FINN! MINE!" Each cry was punctuated with a hard thrust and Simon screamed in wordless pleasure as he climaxed. Ian let out a screaming sob again as he felt the hot spurts of Simon's climax pour deep into his body.
Abruptly, Ian's head was jerked back almost to the breaking point and he felt Simon's hot breath against him as he savagely bit into the vein of his neck. He screamed at this final violation, screaming out again and again in pain. He could hear Simon's frantic moans as he suckled at the wound and continued to piston his still hard cock deep into Ian's savaged body.
He was taking too much. Generally the turning vampire would mentally supervise any feedings of his new student; to keep things from going to far, to control them and teach them the fine art of feeding, taking enough but not too much, and to intervene any time it was necessary. Simon had no control yet; he was deep in the grips of sex-induced bloodlust, drunk on the pleasure. Finn was in the basement, probably unconscious as Pru prepared to let Cullen's soul into his body, permanently evicting Finn into limbo.
The black haze at the edge of his vision grew and he could feel his body going cold as Simon greedily drew even more blood from him. Simon would kill him, either accidentally or deliberately when he refused to comply. He was crazed, Ian didn't know if Simon knew the difference between himself and Finn anymore. He was falling now and he tried to stay conscious, try to think of a way to save his brother and himself. He was fading in and out, falling into the enveloping blackness that soothed him even as his screams followed him.
