[Jake Steel]

The largest bedroom in the house on cedar creek drive was Jake and Jade's. The house actually had three bedrooms, though only the main one was ever really used. The second biggest was ready for guests, not that Jake or Jade ever really had guests around to stay the night. Jake's accomplice had once stayed in the bed, and Jade had once been forced to take care of her boss's sons, so they'd camped in the second bedroom. But apart from that there was really no reason for the couple to own a house with such a large surface area.

The bedroom was decorated in soothing pastel colours that were accompanied by the bedspread and the drapes on the windows. Pale peach and light apricot paints were on the walls, the curtains were soft yellow with a vague hint of a pattern in the stitching, and the doors were wood-stained with deep warming oak hue.

Giving exception to these shades of colour was Jake himself, stood in the middle of the room dressed like something from a Wachowski brothers film. Tight black leather pants and calf-high boots with pointed toes and a decent heel at the back adding to his already impressive height. He wore a loose shirt that was unbuttoned over his bare chest. On the back of the bedroom door was an intimidating overcoat, a black and kasha jenova trenchcoat that would trail his ankles when worn.

His thumbs were tucked into the waistband of his pants, looking through the adjoining door to the en-suite bathroom where Jade was making herself ready for their evening forray into a world darker than most people dared to imagine. This was to be the penultimate of Jade's training as an operative in the business that Jake himself excelled at. She had asked him to introduce her to the world or vampires, ghosts and ghouls, and that was precisely what he'd done. In New Orleans he'd extracted information from a solitary vampire in a bar while she was distracting him. Later they had kidnapped and eliminated the man-servant of a wealthy Elder vampire, having learned from the ghoul all they needed to know.

Now came the endgame. If they were to get close to this Elder they would have to gain his trust. From what they'd learned from the ghoul it appeared that Viktor Andreavich had a penchance for the blood of feisty young women. What was surprising was that he scoured the fringes of the sexually repressed social circles to find the young girls who were virtually volunteers for his attentions.

So tonight he and Jade were going to invingle themselves into a quietly spoken circle of people that enjoyed their bodies to an extend that most would find fearful or even terrifying. He had gone out and bought Jade an outfit that was sat on the bed while she stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, and a smaller one tying her wet hair up.

"- nobody will do anything you don't want, but you should remember that everything is part of the game. If you say no, it's just part of the act you'll be playing. If you really don't want somebody to do something, you use the safeword. Something memorable that tells everyone that you're not comfortable with the way the game is going, and to actually stop."

His eyes drifted to the box on the bed, looking like he'd bought an expensive evening gown from an uptown boutique, instead of a creation of leather and lace from a fetish apparell shop. For a moment he wondered whether Jade would have the nerve to proceed with the plan for the evening, it was certainly beyond her normal scope of things. Whips, canes, leather and blindfolds were probably going to be the least of it. Viktor Andreavich had certainly chosen a well-endowed hobby to bide his time within, picking victims at his own leisure, people who would welcome the pain and pleasure he could provide.

"Pick a word, hon, and remember it. If nothing else, that is your get-out-of-jail-free card, and I'll make sure you're safe if you say it."

[Jade MacCarthy]

Leaning over the sink she spit out the toothpaste and took in a bit of water to rinse out her mouth. Shaking the toothbrush she then placed it in the holder and patted her mouth with the end of the towel. “A word huh, let me think for a minute.” Reaching up she rubbed the towel on her head then pulled it off as her long red hair tumbled around her shoulders in a tangled mess, then set to work on styling her hair. “Ya know I with I had some sort of magic that would allow me to fix my hair in minutes.” Once it was dry she applied her makeup. Pale foundation was applied give her an almost porcelain look, using dark colors for her it brought out he deep green color, dark almost black lipstick was applied next, then just a hint of color on her cheeks. It was a look she had never done but oddly she really liked it. Walking into the bedroom she stopped in front of Jake. “A word.. it has to be something that wouldn’t normally be used.” She moved to the box and looked down at the name printed on it. She looked back at Jake with a quizzical expression, “How about unicorn?” then looking at the box again, ‘What’s this?”

[Jake Steel]

"Unicorn, eh?" He smiled at the word, displaying a line of white teeth between his lips. "I guess that's as good of a word as any. you won't say it by accident in, uh, the heat of the action, and I doubt you'll forget it any time soon. Unicorn."

He stepped towards the bed, moving to her side and placing a hand on her hip. He bent down to place a small kiss on the curve of her shoulder, above where the cotton towel hid the rest of her body from view. At least for now. For the rest of the evening there would be plenty of flesh for him to savour and enjoy the sight of.

"This is your costume for tonight. You wouldn't believe how much this sort of thing costs to buy. I'll tell you what, if you and I ever find ourselves in financial difficulty, we'll set up a clothing shop for this sort of thing. We'll be rich."
He ran his fingertip over the edge of the box and looked at her expectantly.

"Tell me Jade, what are you expecting tonight to be like?" He would rather get an idea of what she knew now, so that he could judge what would shock her, and what might horrify her, or even thrill her, later on.

[Jade MacCarthy]

His scent mixed with the smell leather was intoxicating and she found her hands moving up his back. “Keep that up and we won’t make it to the party.” A quirk of a grin appeared as she let her hands drop then turned to open the box.

“I’ve some idea, “ her brows rose as she looked at the contents and started pulling the pieces out one at a time holding them up and then laying them on the bed, an amuse expression on her face.

“I am assuming you want me to entice and entertain the men and possibly women there while we try to get to Vikor?” She gave him a side ways glance as she picked up the black leather corset that would be held closed with the strings in the back the front dipped into a V at the stomach. It was lined with drark green lace in between the boning, the bra section was all black leather. A skimpy black thong was picked up next made of satin, again then gave him another glance and smirk. Next the skirt it was longer in the back reaching down to her heals while the front was flair up and with a wide slit up to the hip on the left side. The base of the skirt was black satin with layers of the matching green lace over it, it was designed to fit under the corset. Black fish net stockings and knee high boots with stiletto heels were also pulled out.

She stepped back and looked at the items on the bed nodding and then laughed. “Oh I can see you had fun shopping. Was the model pretty?” She teased, dropping the towel to the floor she stood there nude as she pulled on the panties, then the stocking, letting him watche as her fingers slowly moved the stockings up each leg. The skirt was put on next and fastened around her waist. Reaching the for the corset she pressed it to he body then turned he back to him. “You are going to have to lace me up dear. To get the right effect it will have to be very tight to the point of almost not breathing.” She felt his hands begin to work the lacing and she grunted as he pulled tighter and tighter. Once he was finished she tried to take a deep breath and found she couldn't. Jade gave her an appreciative smile she returned the smile and sat down on the bed. The moment she bent down to put on the boots she wished she had do it before the corest was on. She managed to get the boots on, but Jake had to help zip them up. Once she stood she made a slow circle for him, "I hope you are enjoying, becasue this will be the last time I wear thes." She took several small breaths, and moved to the mirror. "I think I need big hair for this outfit." She nodded and begain curling her hair in to ringlet, then bringing the sides up high and teasing the top for more volume. Once she was statisifed with the look she turned to him with a smile.

“So.. I assume I will need to act submissive to you, which means you will have to tell me what you want me to do. Just how far are we taking this? Do I call you Master?” By that one statement he would know she fully understood what they were going into.

[Jake Steel]

"The last time you wear these?" He had a small smirk on his face, mostly from the display she was putting on for him, as well as her words. Who was it who said that a woman taking off her clothes was the most erotic thing in the world? They were dead wrong. Watching Jade go from naked to semi-clothed, each item of specialized apparel that was added to the outfit made her look more and more appealing to him. When she'd warned him off from kissing her, lest they didn't even make it to the party, she was correct. There was a very high risk in the air of them not even leaving this bedroom tonight.

He forced his libido into check, squashing it beneath a heavy heel. Beneath a stiletto heel, in fact.
"I somehow think not. Even if you and I don't need to do this again, in order to hunt down a vampire; I think we'll be keeping this outfit in the closet for a second visit some other time."

He watched her finish preparing herself, hair and makeup, clothing all in place and looking provocative and alluring. He reached across the bed to remove the box. His eyes caught sight of the last of her outfit that she'd overlooked. A pair of black satin gloves that would reach past her elbow and halfway to her shoulder, the texture smooth enough to provide satisfaction where needed, thin enough not to devolve the experience. He held the gloves out to her after depositing the now empty box on the floor by the window.

"Don't call me Master. It's such an eighteenth century anachronism, like you're speaking to a young boy from a private school." He looked at her quietly for a moment, taking in the overall appearance of his loving fiancée whom he was about to introduce to the dark world that many considered social depravity. "Call me Sir," he said at last, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. "And don't forget to say it, else I'll have no choice but to punish you, do you understand? We must merge into this crowd of people as if we belong. If we appear to stick out, if we come to too much notice, Viktor Andreavich will know you to be a fraud, and the battle is over before it's begun. Clear?"

[Jade MacCarthy]

Pulling the gloves on she turned to look in the mirror. They did complete the outfit, and she looked totally different. She even felt different or maybe it was the fact that she could hardly breathe. She slowly turned and walked over to him. Her hands clasp in front her eyes lowered to the floor. “Yes Sir, I understand completely.” She said in a demure voice, “I will try to be obedient for you, though I think your punishment I might just enjoy.” She gave him a playful wink.

She started for the stairs but had to grab hold of the door frame when a wave of dizziness washed over her. ‘Oh..” She whispered, “This thing just might be too tight and sitting is going to be a bitch.” She pushed off the doorframe and made her way down the stairs.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him to come down and get the show rolling. Her eyes were on him the whole time, the clothing he had chosen fit perfectly and her heart raced as he got near. She bit down on her lower lip before she spoke. “I have to tell you I am a bit nervous about this. So let’s go over what is expected of me. If I mess up, you will have to discipline me. I will only speak when you give me permission and I will be by your side until you send me off. This won’t be like the bar where I can do what I want when I want. If you give me over to another I am to do what they say until I use my safe word, or you stop it.”

She moved her hands up his chest and cupped his face. “I want you to know I love you, and I trust you.” Moving up on her toes she kissed him.

[Jake Steel]

His head bobbed once in a nod of acceptance, appreciating that she realised what she was getting herself in for by agreeing to go along with tonight’s mission. For a while he had considered calling the plan off, thinking that she would not have the nerves or willpower to go through with it.. It seemed he had misjudged her; again.

She acknowledged that she might be physically punished by his hand, or by another, and that she had to perform as a willingly submissive doll to the whims of whoever Jake chose to take her control. More so than that, however, was the implied message behind her last seven words. ‘I love you and I trust you.’

She already comprehended that the place they were going to was not going to be a church picnic. This was a sexual club, a gathering of fetishists who took pleasure from doing the socially unacceptable. Jades body would be observed by men, and women, with lust in their eyes and in their thoughts. If Jake requested it of her, she would have to be subservient to any person there. If Jake wished it, anyone present might stroke her, touch her, kiss her. Or do anything else what might desire to do, to draw pleasure for themselves. And Jade wouldn’t be able to voice a single word of complaint.

Perhaps she would enjoy it, perhaps she wouldn’t. He mused it over silently in his head for a moment as he lent his head down and kissed her deeply, letting her know he trusted her also.

He then took her hands in his and used a fractionally small amount of dark essence to flash them to the location.

Club Domino was a single story structure on the edge of the main city limits. A popular nightclub that opened late and kept it’s doors open until the early hours of the morning. A décor of medieval fashion seemed to belie the amount of technology that the club housed. Strobe lights gave the dance floor a hellish flashing quality that cast silhouettes from the dark marble colonnades supporting the ceiling. An expensive sound system blasted out a pulsing rhythmic beat that only vaguely pretended to be music, though with an underlying tune of some remixed pop song to give it credibility. And hidden in the recesses and deepest shadows in the corners of the ceiling and walls, multitudes of tiny security cameras observed and recorded with diligence.

Even outside the club the techno electronic beat from the speakers inside was deep and resonant enough to feel beneath their feet. Jake had flashed them to a space across the street in a moment of time that nobody was looking in that direction. Jake released her hands and took his long leather coat from over his arm and shrugged it over his shoulders, settling it on his form. The music seemed to call to him, a beat that matched his heart. Or maybe it was the tumultuous surge of emotions that he could feel from inside the building. The wave of rage and passion, lust and anger and pride all intermingled with sadness and disgust and disappointment.

He looked Jade in the eyes, gave her a brief smile and then gestured across the street towards the entrance of the club, where a doorman in a black sleeveless tee-shirt and dark jeans stood at the head of queue of people waiting to gain admittance. As Jake stepped down between two parked cars and crossed the road, two steps ahead of Jade and not looking back at her, the security man looked up and in their direction. Tall and stocky with a close shaved head, he was easily an inch or two bigger than Jake, but built like a bodybuilder, with at least thirty or forty pounds of extra weight on him, little of it accounted by fat. Jake cocked his head slightly to one side as he climbed the curb in front of the club, meeting the man’s gaze for just a moment.

“Evening,” the bald doorman said without emotion as he swivelled on his hip and unlatched the dark purple sash from one side of the doorframe, pulling it aside to allow entry. A cry went up from somewhere further back in the queue, someone upset that this stranger was allowed instant access, but was quickly muffled again by the encompassing noise from within.

Jake led the way into the nightclub, a coat check closet with attractive young attendant was just inside the entrance, but Jake ignored her as studiously as he’d ignored the security man. He passed her by with barely a glance, trusting that Jade would follow him without pause or hesitation. He felt the eyes of the attendant on his back as he strode up the handful of marble steps that wouldn’t have been out of place leading up to a cathedral instead of a nightclub.

Roving disco lights and a fluctuating burgundy laser light made it difficult to see most of the patrons of Club Domino, they just seemed to be a seething mass of dark forms silhouetted against a faux-stained glass LCD screen at the front of the dance floor that had pixelated images of a debauched nature in negative colours. On the left side of the dance floor the bar area was lit by a halo of pure white, like a heaven of light to the thronged masses of black purgatory. Whether or not it was necessary to have the bar lit so bright for security reasons, the crowd at the bar was three deep regardless.

It was in that direction that Jake headed, having to occasionally shoulder revellers out of the way. Dancers, gyraters, moshing ravers, couples locked at the hip and mouth dancing in rhythm, all were oblivious to anyone or anything else around them, and Jake forced a path through it all, trusting that Jade was still behind him, unmolested. He reached out a hand to push a particularly enthusiastic group of dancers aside to make his way past, and as his palm touched the bare back of a young girl with hair dyed blue he almost lost himself again to the emotions running rampant there. Sex, longing, contentment, enthrallment, suffering, nervousness. It all poured through him in an instant of contact and he had to close his eyes to stay focused. It would be so easy to let himself give in to his inner beast, to gorge on the emotional mana and teach these mortals what real suffering was like.

He withdrew his hand and led Jade in a path that circumvented the group, not willing to trust himself to continue through the thickest part of the dance floor again. As they came closer to the bar counter it became apparent that just off to one side of the brightly lit area was a patch of darker shadow, an alcove in the wall that was shielded within by a heavy black curtain. Standing unobtrusively to one side of the hidden entrance was another security man, though Jake only recognised him as such by the look of authority in his eyes. He was dressed the same as any other clubgoer in the room, such that he would be easy to overlook, and by association, easy to overlook the alcove that he guarded. A secret keeper of a secret sanctum, a recess in the wall that hid a set of stairs that few knew about, that led down to a clandestine underground cellar where a mostly unacknowledged group of people played exotic games with their bodies.

Jake nodded at the sanctum keeper and paused at the edge of the shadowy alcove.
“Good evening, Mr Steel,” the keeper said just loud enough to be heard over the throbbing dance music. “Lady Rossi is expecting you.” And with those few enigmatic words the keeper reached out and drew the excessively heavy black drapes to one side, illuminating the staircase within to the palpitating strobe lights of the club.
Jake descended downwards without looking back.

[Jade MacCarthy]

Slightly out of breath she followed him behind the curtain. No one seemed to notice her she wondered if that was good or not. Once the curtain dropped behind them the noise from the club became on a beating din of sound. “Sir” she whispered behind Jake, he turned to look at her, “I’m having a hard time breathing could we walk a bit slower, please?” She couldn’t believe how painful it was wearing the corset or why anyone would want to. Jake nodded but had a strange look on his face. They descended the steps, the music was muted almost soothing, the lighting a muted neon in red and purple hues that cast shadows everywhere. They past several rooms each room had a myriad of sounds, moans of pleasure, sounds of someone be being slap, as the moved past one room the muffled sound of “Yes Master,” could be heard over and over.

The hall lead to a comfortable room with large pillows on the floor, sofa’s and love seats. Some men and women sat obediently at the feet of the men and woman sitting on the furniture. Only a few of the people seated on the floor dared to look up at them as they entered the room. Jade tried not to look around to much, mostly keeping her eyes on Jakes back. But she took in enough, she knew she would have to observant in order to keep from make Jake look bad.

A woman about 5’ 8” dressed in black latex body suite and a body to die for made her way towards them. Her blond hair had been pulled severally back into a high pony tail with a leather binder holding it place. She moved with grace on 5” stiletto boots and in her hand was a riding crop.

“Jake Steel my God it’s been years.” She gave him a hug and a kiss on each cheek. “Oh and who do we have here?” She moved so she could look at Jade closer. Standing just behind Jake she cast her eyes to the floor but kept her back and head up. “You never cease to surprise me!” She slowly circled around Jade looking her over and standing in her space making little sounds of approval. Having completely circled Jade the woman stood in front of Jake letting the ridding crop it the palm of her hand, “You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard from you, come with me and lets talk in private.”

[Jake Steel]

“This,” Jake said in a low drawl that seemed to bring out the southern accent of his youth, “is my pussycat.” He looked Jade up and down in an appraising way as if never having seen her before in his life. Turning his gaze back onto Lady Rossi he glanced pointedly in the direction of a chaise-lounge on one side of the room, surrounded by an emptiness of people that was noticeable. Upholstered in dark red leather with a purple and gold scrollwork backrest. The hardwood peddle feet were barely visible beneath the seat, small chips and cracks having dented the wood, presumably from years of handcuffs being attached to the base.

“My pussycat,” he continued as he took Lady Rossi by the hand and guided her in a circle around Jade, as if viewing a thoroughbred horse instead of a human being. He wanted the domme to see Jade as a pretty young woman, not just another plaything that Jake Steel has picked up somewhere. “is going to stay here and not speak a word while I’m gone,” his words were slow and deliberate. “Perhaps you have somebody here than can warm her up for me,” he asked Lady Rossi casually, taking her hand and leading her over towards the chaise.

Rossi gave Jake a knowing smile as she was taken away from the centre of the room. She lifted the leather riding crop and pointed towards a couple who were engaged in a whispered conversation on the other side of the room. A man was bending down to whisper in the ear of a woman who was down on her hands and knees, head lowered almost to the floor while she listened to him. As the woman looked up and caught the gesture by Rossi she turned her eyes towards Jade, now standing alone and singled out.

“Come, slave,” the nameless woman said to her submissive man as she took ahold of the white silk neckerchief tied to look like a collar around his neck. She walked the man towards Jade and stopped a short distance away, giving her an even longer appraisal than Jake had previously. The man was practically dragged across the room, having to travel on his hands and knees like a dog. Besides the white collar around his neck and man wore plastic-looking chaps, like a fetishist's cowboy, and nothing else except the excited expression on his down-turned face. The woman, his domme, wore lace-up white boots with an impressive heel, a matching PVC skirt that was slit up both thighs, and a much more comfortable looking corset than the one Jade wore. "Need some training, do we?" the domme said to Jade with a smug look on her face.

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Meanwhile Jake had sat down on the chaise with his arm hooked over the back, with the ankle of one leg on the other’s knee in a relaxed position. Rossi daintily sat down beside him and turned her body to face him fully. She ran the looped strap of the riding crop down the side of his face and along the line of his jaw in an intimate gesture. “I’ve been waiting for you to visit, ever since you last left. Then you call me up, out of the blue.. Can you see how happy I am?” The question was rhetorical, he guessed, since most of the people in the room could see how happy she was; The latex outfit she wore hid little and left even less to wonder at.

Jake mimicked her gesture with the tip of his finger, trailing a line over the curve of her shoulder and down the outside of her ribs, placing his hand on her thigh and caressing her leg minutely. He joined it with just a touch of his powers, creating the illusion of visceral and innermost pleasure within her body. Her head tipped back slightly and her bright red lips opened to emit a soft moan.

“You always knew just how to touch me,” she sighed in pleasure as he increased the illusion’s power. “I’ve never found anyone else than can do that.” His palm, innocently placed on top of her leg, moved back and forth as if he were massaging a weary muscle, while the illusion he was maintaining led her mind in a much more profound movement. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and he found his eyes drawn to the apex of her thighs, where he knew that beneath her bodysuit would be revealed the reason for her name, Rossi. The blonde hair tied in a ponytail was dyed to give her a stern appearance of a school mistress, or a prison guard, but he knew she was a fiery and passionate redhead by nature and naturally.

Almost regretfully he lifted his hand off her thigh and let the pleasurable illusion dissipate from her consciousness. She reopened her forest green eyes and looked at him lustfully. “You could earn a fortune if more women knew about your magic hands,” she said breathlessly as she regathered her self-control. She slipped her hands into his lap and looked up at him for approval. While she might be the same height as while when standing, without the stiletto heels providing her a boost, she looked to him as much the little girl as she ever had to him. To the rest of the people in this nightclub’s basement she was a fearsome Lady Rossi, a dominatrix who wielded a whip or a crop as easily as a feather or a silk scarf. But to Jake she would always be Julia Garcia, a naive college graduate that had never really found her niche in life until Jake led her to it like a horse to water.

“Tell me, Rossi, have you done what I asked on the phone?” He said gently as he lifted her hands from his lap and put them aside. There would be time for pleasure later, perhaps, now was the time for business. “Have you been discrete in your inquiries? Or do I need to punish you?"

[Jade MacCarthy]

Jade stood as straight as she possibly could with her eye cast down. Not so low that she couldn’t see what was going on around her. She wanted to think it was to make Jake look good, however, the truth was it was the only way she could breathe half way normally. It took all her willpower not to let her eyes fly up and look at Jake when he called her “Pussycat” where on God’s green earth had he come up with that nickname. She sent a mind message to him, <<You’ve got to be kidding me Pussycat?>>. He didn’t respond, and nor did she think he would but they would be talking about that one later she thought to herself. It was then she heard him say, ‘Perhaps you have somebody here than can warm her up for me?” and a chill ran through her. She has seen the woman and the man together and now they were coming towards her. She felt panic raise in her chest and she wanted to bolt. To hell with the mission, this seemed fine in the safety of her home but reality was hitting had and she would have to do whatever this woman said.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Lady Rossi manhandling her man, her blood began to boil, her heart rate picked up and she wanted nothing more than to send a blast at her. But before she could do it her attention was pulled back to the woman standing in front of her. Her eyes still cast down, she did not respond to the woman question and followed her “Masters” orders of not speaking. Her slave was looking up at her with large brown eyes and just a hint of a smile. She looked at him and how he was dressed wondering how anyone could allow themselves to be put in that situation. But wait.. here she was being looked at as a if she were a piece of meat, it was degrading. “Pet,” she cooed at the man, “stand and I am going to put her through her paces and see how well she does. Stand for me and I want you at full attention the whole time. Do you understand?” The man was on his feet the instant she told him to stand, he was already erect and it appeared that wouldn’t change anytime soon. “Yes, Mistress I will remain at full attention.” She nodded and then turned back to Jade.

“Now, you are wearing far to many pieces of clothing.” She said as she moved around Jade. Jade pressed her tongue to the roof her mouth hard so she wouldn’t speak. “oh yes, here we go”, and before she knew it her skirt was removed leaving her in the corset, panties, stocking, and heels. The skirt was tossed casually on a chair and the woman’s hands began to move over her body. “Oh pet you will like her, her body is very toned.” Jade raised her eyes and saw he was looking at her. There was sparkle and a lust full look in them before he dropped his eyes to the floor. “Turn for me girl.” Jade slowly turned and face her original position. “pet what do you think? Look at her” Pet indeed did look at her and Jade could tell he like what he saw, oh this was just going to be great, she though.

Steping back from Jade the woman moved to pet. “girl, you will watch a proper slave will do whatever they are told, even if they don’t want to. Do you understand?” Jade nodded once that she understood. “Good!”

to be continued

[Jade MacCarthy]

The woman turned to the man and let her hands run over his body. He stood there staring at Jade not moving. Blood red nails raked over his body leaving red welts man never flinched.

“You see how he takes whatever I give him?” she followed up by rubbing her hands gently over the welts. “with pain come pleasure,” she purred as her hand slid down and cupped his erect shaft stroking it. His eyes were filled with pleasure as he blinked slowly.

“pet you may touch her face.” She instructed him as she cupped is sac, he tried to control his breathing but Jade knew if he was getting close. He raised his hand and reached out to touch Jades face, his fingers were warm as the trailed down her cheek and lingering there his shaft jerking slighting at their contact.

“Good my pet, you may explore but you know the rules.” She quipped. Panic rose through Jade. Her body stiffened as his hand moved down the side of her neck, along her collar bone and headed down towards the swell of her breast.

From the corner of her eye she could see Jake watching as Lady Rossi placed her hands between his legs. Anger flared he knew she had to be able to see what was going one. So in one defiant move she stepped backward.

The woman still cupped his sac pulled down hard. He let out a soft painful moan, his had still poised to touch Jade. “How dare you move girl. You will need to be punished so that you can learn your place.” She was in Jades face her hand rising to strike her.

[Jake Steel]

Jake noted the look of consternation that crossed Rossi's face like a lightening flash of emotion.
"Yeah, I looksed into the matter like you asked... He's a regular here, so I had to be a little discrete in my questions. When he comes here he normally brings two of his accomplices, usually young, buxom, blonde and build like a teenagers wet dream. I think you'd like them, Jake." She smirked at him briefly as her hands crept back to his lap. This time he didn't push them away immediately. Emboldened by this reticence she began to rub him through his leather pants.

"They spend a little time in a common room like this one, then retire to a private room for the rest of the evening. Occasionally they'll invite someone to the room with them, if anyone has taken their fancy before they closet themselves away."

Jake turned his gaze from Jade to Lady Rossi. He'd been watching as the female dominatrix that Rossi appointed had approached Jade and begun her training. First by removing her skirt, and then by demonstrating on the male by her side. As Jake looked away he saw the female beginning to touch Jade intimately.

"Tell me Rossi," he said to her after a moment's silence while she massaged his crotch with a passion. "Whatever happened to that girl that used to play Submissive for you when you first got started? What was her name? Olivia, or Olympia or something?" He reached down to place a darkly tanned hand atop of hers, slowing her movements, but not ceasing them altogether. As his skin touched hers he sent a small sliver of erotic magic through the connection. She gasped slightly before she answered him, and he could see her arousal in the pupils of her eyes, and the faint stretching of her thin PVC bodyglove

"Orianna," she replied after she'd composed herself once more. "She moved to Florida after she finished law school. Last I heard, she'd passed the bar and was working as a criminal defence attorney." One of her hands slipped up from his pants, trailing up the line of buttons of his shirt until she reached the top, where she deftly began unfastening the uppermost two, then the third.

Jake almost laughed at the thought of the petite girl of Chinese descent working the law courts of Florida trying to save the criminally corrupt from being sent to jail. The fact that she'd had a real life outside of the one she'd shown Jake and Rossi, almost eight years ago, was amusing. While in their presense she'd been the prefect Sub, deferential and obedient and willing to do whatever or whoever they commanded. Then she'd moved away and turned to a new, different life. He wondered if she'd found a new BDSM club wherever she was living now.

The world of domination and submissives had always made Jake laugh. Only a human could find an erotic thrill from being submissive to someone else. Only a mortal, whose life was always ultimately in the hands of someone else, who was never truely in control of their own lives, could contrive a sexual pleasure from following orders and being bossed around. The Dommes, now they Jake could understand. Getting a illicit flush from being in charge was natural. Kings and Emperors had been doing it for centuries, Lords and Ladies throughout the middle ages and medieval Europe were well known for it. And in this age of modern corporations and businesses, rush-rush lifestyles and take-out food and TV dinners, where were people expected to get that thrill from? The underground clubs that catered to these people were mostly populated by white-collar workers who were expressing the desires that they couldn't verbalise while working their nine to five jobs.

Jake turned his brown gaze back towards Jade just in time to see his fiance's face flash angry and begin to move toward's Rossi and himself. With quick reflexes he was on his feet before the female Domme had raised her hand to strike Jade, and he had clasped her wrist even as she was poised to strike. His dark gaze met that of the female and something in his eyes made her quail, a quiver in her face giving away the expression of fear he was projecting.

He released the woman's arm and she dropped it fitfully to her side. He brought his eyes around to Jade, glad to see her looking at the floor with a chagrined visage on her face. He slowly circled Jade, ignoring the female and her male, ignoring Rossi who had approached quietly during the muted altercation, his eyes focused solely on Jade. The black leather corset was heavily minutely beneath her breathing, and her legs in their fishnet stockings were trembling with the pent up emotion she was barely holding in check.

As he came around behind her he stopped and put his hands on her waist, the corset creating an even thinner waist than her dancer's physique already owned. He trailed his hands down her sides, down the material of her confining garment and down to where her naked hips sought to gather his attentions. He lent forward and placed his chin on her shoulder, glad to see her still facing the floor.

"My pussycat has done wrong," he pronounced each word clearly, making it plain to Jade that he was speaking for Rossi's benefit, as well as anyone else in the common room who might had observed the display. "She will be punished by the Lady who's command she didn't obey, and she will be punished by me, for upsetting me and making me look bad infront of these people." He snaked his hands around the front of her corset, gliding over the apex of her legs and sliding up her stomach with a teasing touch. "She will take off another item of clothing," he said slowly as his fingers flicked over the emerald green laces of her bodice, "and she will get on her hands and knees and present herself to me."

Even as he was speaking to Jade, Lady Rossi had approached Jade from the front. In a sequel of what the man slave had done earlier, Rossi placed her hands on Jade's cheeks lightly, as if she were going to lean in for a kiss. Her hands then dipped down the line of her neck and across her shoulders, along the inside her her forearms. Then she leaned in and whispered in Jade's ear

"You should be a good girl," the Lady whispered quietly, her body so close to Jade's that her PVC bodysuit was touching in places. "Good girl's get rewards. Bad girls get punished." Having said that, Rossi than stepped to the side, took Jake's chin in her hand, and kissed him fully on the lips. As she did so she pivoted her stance slightly, such that as she opened her eyes, her tongue toiling against Jake's between his lips, she was staring at Jade. Rossi broke the kiss, and both she and Jake looked at Jade expectantly. It was clear from their unspoken expression that -that- had been the punishment for Jade. Watching her man being kissed by a beautiful woman, and clearly enjoying it if the bulge in his pants was any judge.

"I believe," Rossi said eventually, "That you were told to remove some clothing. And that then Miss Raven was going to see about some chastisement for you."

[Jade MacCarthy]

The reality verses the knowing of what was going to happen to her came crashing in on her all at once, he was really going to let this bitch punish her. Jakes touch ignited a fire in her, as he knew it would. Her eyes still cast to the floor she could still see the people around her. The slave seemed to have a compassionate expression one almost sad. The two Dommes were chopping at the bit to get to her, and Jade swore she would take our her revenge on them when the moment struck.

Bending her leg at the knee she slipped off a single shoe. One article of clothing he said, well fine here’s a shoe. She let it fall to the floor her back straight and eyes down she stood on one tip to remain balanced.

“Why that insolent slave” said the first Domme, “pet, take her to the bar and attach her hands. The slave took Jade by the wrist and moved her to and object that was slightly lower than waist high, with two poles coming from the center in a V from. There were leather cuffs attached. He took each wrist and attached them to the poles, leaning in close and spoke in a whisper. “Step back, and spread your legs. Make sure you relax or it will hurt worse.”

Jade pressed her lips together and did as she was instructed. Her arms up high she stepped back and moving her legs wide apart and waited. She could hear Jake and the two Dommes talking but couldn’t hear wait they were saying. She was having trouble breathing in this position and her pulse was beating loudly in her ears.

The first Domme stepped up to her from behind. “It is time you learned your first lesson in obedience.” She said. “pet bring me the crop.” He hurried and placed the crop in her hands. “you my pet for being so good, will rub her after each strike. You may rub her anywhere you wish.” She smiled at him as she pulled him by the collar kissing him hard. “Yes Mistress, “he replied a bit breathy. She then turned toward Jade giving Jake and Lady Rossi clear view. She raised her hand and brought the crop hard across the back of Jades leg causing a welt to rise instantly her back jerked and she pressed her lips even harder together. The slave’s hand was right there rubbing the welt as well as dipping a finger between her legs. As soon as he hand moved she was struck again and the process was repeated. Tears started to form in her eyes but she refused to let them fall she would not give them the satisfaction.

“pet, is she wet?” The Domme asked, her slave nodded, she reached down to stroke him. “you would like to feel how tight she is wouldn’t you?” Jades heart jumped in her throat as panic began to rise. What was her safe word? Why couldn’t she remember?

Lady Rossi’s voice broke through, “Deana I think she’s had enough for now. She must now do what her Master has stated. The slave stepped up and releasing the cuffs and helping her arms down. Sweat was covering her body as she turned to face the others. For a brief moment she caught Jakes eye before quickly lowering her to the floor. The slave helped her to the ground, the welt now burning in her legs. She was on all fours when Lady Rossi spoke. “Deana, have your slave show her the proper way to displace herself.” Deana nodded and motioned to the man. He quickly dropped the floor on his knees spreading them wide before leaning back thrusting his hips up as his hands were positioned by his feet.

Jade winced silently as she followed his lead, her long red hair falling behind her. It was not a comfortable position to begin with and the welts where not helping at all, she wanted to cry but refuses lowering her eyes and waiting for the next round of punishment.

[Jake Steel]

Jake moved beside her and placed his hand on the top of her head, stroking her absently like one would pet a well-behaved dog. He glanced down at the back of her legs and found himself becoming disturbed that this wretched woman had marked his girlfriend so. Yes, the welts would disappear within hours and the bruising, if any, would be gone in days.. but it was the principle of the thing.

His dark brown eyes turned their attention towards the Domme in the white corset and slit-skirt. "Deana?" he asked quietly, though his voice was brimming with barely suppressed anger. The sight of Jade on her knees beside the Sub man in his white collar was deplorable, and he could see the matching emotion within Jade's face.
"Get down and show me how it's properly done." His voice was not just filled with authority, but with just a touch of dark magic. The kind of magic that had first brought the mortal realm darkness and fear, a blend of mystic intimidation and psychic shock.

The white-clad Domme was on her knees before he'd finished his sentance, the force of his command bypassing the normal centre's of her brain and going straight to her muscles, dropping her to floor without a thought. Unlike the other two on their knees, Miss Deana Raven was sitting back on her calves, back straight and her hand's placed delicately on her thighs. Though she was sitting with her head up vertical, her eyes were lowered and her lids half-closed to keep only for floor in sight. After a moment of silence, with only the muffed exclamation of shock from the male Sub, Jake turned his gaze towards Lady Rossi, who gave him a disapproving stare.

Jake shrugged back, totally nonplussed. He didn't care whether a person considered themselves a submissive or a dominant. All mortals were submissive before him, that was a fact of nature. If he willed someone to kneel, they damn well better do it; especially if they've already bruised his property.

His fingers continued idly stroking the top of Jade's head, his hand moving lower to tease the sensitive skin below her ear and along the curve of her neck. It was only now that the female Domme's brain was beginning to catch up, her eyes looking up at Jake, and then at Rossi, with a questioning expression, as if asking 'why am I down here, may I get up?'

"You will remove the other shoe," he said quietly down to Jade, silently amused that she had taken his command so literal. "And the stockings. It does not please me to see so many clothes covering your beautiful body."

"Lady Rossi," he said next, watching Jade as she struggled to take off what he'd commanded, without moving from her position on the floor. "Would it amuse you, as much as it would amuse me, to see how a slave would punish his mistress?" He indicated a finger back and forth between the white-collared Sub and Miss Deana Raven. The image of the man, who was a willing slave, being commanded to whip his Domme was enough to make him smile again.

[Jade MacCarthy]

Jades heart was pounding wildly her teeth clenched so tight she thought they might crack. If Jake and stopped her when he did, she would have taken things into her own hands and ruined everything. Her cheeks were flushed as she watched Mistress Deana kneel before them surly a small blast couldn’t hurt anything and would teach her a lesson. Jake had instructed her to remove her other shoe and stockings which she did with as much grace as she could muster. She was playing a role and needed to keep up appearances. The stockings were folded neatly and placed on top of her shoe, the welts more pronounced with them gone.

Lady Rossi gave a small gasp upon hearing Jakes request for the sub to beat his Mistress, he began to tremble, Mistress Deana spoke to him softly and he seemed to relax. Lady Rossi address him giving him instruction to do as Jake had instructed. The man wet his lips and gently asked Mistress Deana to stand, he didn’t offer to help her up which Jade thought was odd but kept quiet. He turned to Jade looking directly at her, “I will require that you move please.” He had a deep voice but gentle Jade moved to the side as Jake took her arm and guided her away for from the device. “Assume the position.” He instructed his Mistress, his voice sounding confident though the look on his face wasn’t his eyes darting between the three Dom/Dommes. Deana did as she was told her face seething with anger. Lady Rossi handed him a cat of nine tails. Taking it from her he cracked it several times, Jade was surprised how well he handled it. He raised his arm the wipes swinging over his head when a side door opened and an man appeared, deeply tanned and average height. “What is going on here?” he asked quietly.

Lady Rossi lost her composure for the briefest of moments before she spoke. “Sir, we had a misunderstanding to put things right there has been a role reversal.” The man walked behind the slave who stood frozen fear showing in his eyes. The man ran his hands over the bare back of the slave as he moved his attention on Jade.

“Lady Rossi who are our guests?” He’s eyes moved from Jade to Jake. “Master Vosmus my I present Jake Steel, he brought his girl for some training.” Jade’s eyes flickered to Rossi and quickly returned to the floor. “It is indeed a pleasure Mr. Steel, your girl is quite lovely but from what I see she doesn’t need any training.” He didn’t give Jake time to respond a turned to look at Jade. “Look at me girl, I would very much like to see your lovely eyes.” Jade raised her eyes and immediately sensual visions entered her mind with Vosmus and several others. Jade began to moan softly and her knees began to buck Jake took her arm to steady her, shaking her head slightly she looked up at Jake with a confused expression. “Oh my yes, Mr. Steel she is quite lovely. What do you say you and have a talk?’ He turned to Lady Rossi, “Please see that the punishment is carried out and no repercussions happen to this slave.” Lady Rossi nodded. Vosmus motioned for Jake to go through the door and indicated that Jade was to follow.

[Jake Steel]

Jake led the way back along the corridor that had brought them to the main gathering room. The third door on the left hand side stood open, though the noises emerging from the room's that passed hadn't changed much in the time they'd been with Lady Rossi and Miss Raven. There were still the sound of leathery thwack's of paddles engaging bottoms, cries of ecstacy and some of pain merging with the hushed replies of 'As you wish, Master' and 'If it pleases you, sir.' All the sounds were muffled by the thick wooden doors that sealed each room, but not muted completely. Even the rhythmic beat of the club upstairs, audible again now that they were closer to the entrance once more, failed to cover the noise of pleasurable torture being done nearby.

Stood just outside the door to the private room, holding it open with a palm against the surface of the wood, was a woman about Jade's age. Dark brown hair hung in loose rivuletes past her shoulders. Looking like nothing so much as Dita Von Tease in her earlier modeling years, the young woman wore a corset similar to Jade's, though in a rich purple and black colour and it looked very much more comfortable. She wore a purple garter belt with lacy hold-up's that gripped the dark violet stocking's to her shapely legs and gave definition to the delightful curve of her thigh. Somehow Jake doubted that this woman was a willing Sub; She was far too pretty, and she knew it also.

The look that Lady Rossi had given Jake just before he'd turned away was clear enough. Master Vosmus was the man that they were looking for, whatever he wished to call himself. There was something familiar about the man's face, though Jake was pretty certain he'd never met him before. The vampire elder's powers of seduction had caused a clear effect on Jade, and Jake reminded himself to be cautious. Vampire's were easy to trap and kill, as a general rule. Vampire Elders were not. A creature didn't survive for centuries without being crafty, powerful, and wise. And from what Jake had heard of Viktor Andreavich, or Master Vosmus as he called himself tonight, this man was all three in aces.

Jake stepped past the brunette, brushing against her mind with his mental willpower, gauging her a mortal woman by the resistance she gave him. So Rossi had been wrong, Viktor had only brought with him a human girl, not two vampiresses as predicted. Jake gave the young woman an appreciative look from head to tail, knowing that she was doing the same to him. He could guess the expression on Jade's face, following behind him. She had a role to play, but so did he.

As he passed by the woman and moved into the private room, he caught sight of one other occupant, a man. This one was clearly a vampire, and not even in the same league as Viktor. Appearing to be in his late twenties he had floppy dirty blonde hair scrapped back in a style not seen since Happy Days, dressed in a full tuxedo and bowtie, black tophat perched precariously at an angle atop his head, and a pair of pitch black glasses with circular lenses, like John Lennon's, but for poser vampires. The man was reclining on the back of a comfortable looking armchair that could have been matched with the chaise-lounge in the main gathering room, dark red leather and emperial coloured detailing.

The young vampire barely even registered Jake's entrance. But when Jade followed him in, the man lifted a hand and slid the black glasses down the bridge of his noise, peering over the top of the lenses to get a better look at Jake's fiance. A moment later Master Vosmus passed through the portal also and stepped into the middle of the room. Finally, last of all, the young brunette slipped a purple scarf over the doorknob on the outside of the door, and pulled the door shut, indicating that this room was being used.

Jake had a mildly concerning sense of being surrounded, with two vampires on either side in front of him, and a human accomplice blocking the door behind. Whether the woman was a willing assistant or not was yet to be seen. Perhaps she wasn't even aware of the true nature of these two men she kept company with. If so, Jake would free her and keep her safe. And extract only a small reward from her as payment.

"How can we help you?" Jake addressed himself to Vosmus directly, waiting to see how this plan of his would need to be adapted.

[Jade MacCarthy]

Feeling Jake take her arm she step back and quickly looked up at visible shaken. Taking in a slow deep breath to calm down she moved to stand by him again her eyes lowered. But not before having a look around the room. There were several tapestry’s floor to ceiling hanging on the wall and she wondered if there was a door behind one of them.

Master Vosmus smiled at Jakes question. “Why Mr. Steel we so seldom have new guests, I wanted to personally welcome you and your…” his eyes slowly slid over Jades body, “girl”. The blond hair vamp cleared his throat, Jade adjusted her eyes to get a look at him to which he caught her and smiled slightly.

“Oh yes, Mister Steel my I present my friend Jorge Hamm.” Jorge moved gracefully to stand in between Jake and Jade, with a German accent “My pleasure.” He raised his hand as if to shake Jakes hand, then moved to run his fingers down Jades cheek. “If you please Mr. Steel, who is this lovely creature?” All of Jades alarms were going off. Master Vosmus seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place where she had seen him. She stood very still as Jorge’s fingers lingered on her skin.

[Jake Steel]

Jake was clearly unamused by Jorge's presumptuous attentions to Jade, but turned his eyes away. Clear traditions said that if someone wished to touch a person’s property, they should first ask permission of the owner. Since Jade was his property, at least for tonight, Jorge should ask permission before presuming to lay fingers on her. In a time and a place elsewhere from the here and now, people had been slain for such insults less starkly made than that.

The room was a square shape, fashioned in what could only be described as high Gothic. The tapestries were clearly machine made, the designs too perfect and the edges too straight to be original loom swept artefacts. And from what Jake knew of Lady Rossi, she wouldn’t bother with hanging historical heirlooms on the walls, when the regular customers wouldn’t bother lifting their eyes that far from the floor.

The tapestries depicted several scenes on each weaving. Multitudes of pale unclothed figures were engaged in scenes of lust and orgy, intertwined in groups of threes, fours, and more, until the overall impression on the fabric was one of a maze of people in various states of congress, a jigsaw of arms and legs and genitals. Along the borders of the tapestries were rich maroon and imperial purple symbols, hieroglyphs, runic letters, obscure mathematical symbols, a miss-mash of the arcane demarcating the fabric border.

As Jake rolled his eyes back to the Germanic vampire and his fiancé, he saw that the man had kept his fingers lingering on Jade’s cheek. The man’s blue eyes were locked on Jade’s own above the rim of his black spectacles. Jake could see little tremors shaking through Jade’s body as she found herself caught in the foppish vampire’s gaze.

Jake looked towards Master Vosmus and saw that the Elder was appraising the fop’s actions with his own steely eyes. Perhaps this younger vampire was a chyld of Vosmus, being taught the ways of psychic seduction and hypnotism. Jake’s mind rolled along the tracks of this concept for a moment, determining whether that made Jorge more or less of a threat than previously considered.

After a long moment of silence in the small room Jake heard Jade gasp and her eyes flutter closed. Her shoulders sagged and her breathing came in ragged gasps that left her chest heaving noticeably beneath the corset. It wasn’t Jake’s imagination that the tips of her breasts were hard points beneath the thin black leather that held her assets in place.

Without thinking Jade lifted the back of her hand to wipe across her forehead where tiny beads of sweat had emerged from the passion induced moment of pleasure and lust that the young vampire had thrust upon her with only his eyes. As she wiped away the signs of her exertion she looked around quickly and guiltily, the movement being against her previous command not to do anything unless her Master instructed it. She lowered her arm quickly, wondering if her break from the role of a Submissive had been too much of a mistake.

Vosmus, Jake and the dark-haired girl had all seen Jade’s flutter of orgasmic pleasure, but none mentioned it. Indeed the girl continued to say nothing at all, just standing there by the thick wooden door, trying to be a living statue of the testament to the joy of beauty. Vosmus moved across the square room in half a dozen swift yet sure strides. He turned and lowered himself into an armchair that was the twin of the other that Jorge had vacated. Apart from the thick pile rug beneath their feet, and the tapestries on the walls, the two armchairs were the only furniture in the enclosed space. Vosmus lifted a hand and directed Jake to take the other seat, content to leave Jorge and Jade standing, the young vampire still lingering beside Jake’s fiancé.

“I believe, Mister Steel, that I should apologise for my protégé’s enthusiasm.” The vampire Elders voice was slow and deep, waiting until Jake was seated before speaking to him. “I ask that you forgive his impulsive attentions upon your slave. It will not happen again, unless you permit it, which is the subject up for discussion. I am sure that Jorge finds himself captivated by the beauty of your slave, much as I myself do and you yourself probably are, and was unable to restrain himself.” Vosmus’s eyes drifted from Jake towards Jorge, his brows furrowing in disapproval at finding the young fop still holding Jade’s cheek and trying to look into her eyes for a second time. “Jorge, you will refrain.”

The young blonde vampire lowered his head a fraction of an inch in recognition of the order, and stepped to one side and slightly at an angle. He actually ended up standing to one side of Jade, well within reach of her body still, though out of her immediate eye line, which was a blessing.

“A discussion, you say?” Jake spoke surely and evenly, eyes not leaving the young fop that clearly had designs on his fiancé. “You speak to me as if to an equal. Yet you are here with two slaves, and I only here with one. Is this a meeting of equals, when one person owns more than the other?”

Vosmus appeared amused by the reference of property. “Jorge Hamm is not my property, he is but a young mind learning it’s path in a dark world. He is an apprentice, you might say. Or as I called him before; a protégé. You come here with one slave,” his hand gestured towards Jade. “And I come here with one slave,” his upturned palm directed towards the dark-haired girl by the door. The girl had the naiveté to look pleased at being addressed so. Pleased, like a favoured dog who has been given a bone by a fickle master, is pleased. “Belle is a very good slave, able to perform to your expectations. And I can see in her eyes that she wouldn’t be unwilling to whatever your expectations are, either.” Vosmus chuckled low in his throat, almost like a purring lion.

“And in return,” Jake added after giving the dark-haired girl, Belle, a very appreciative survey from head to toe. “In return you would take my pussycat from me? Again it appears to me that this trade is unequal. I alone have Belle, but there are two of you. Master Vosmus, two people enjoying my pussycat is hardly a fair exchange, if my slave is not used to such a thing”

Vosmus seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding his assent. “Perhaps you are right, Master Steel. Two pairs of hands are different to one, if a slave is not familiar with it.” His steely eyes turned to look at Jade, a low sugestion of hypnotic energy passed between them, a hint of arousal to be caused by his words. “Two sets of lips, are different from one. Two tongues…” He let the last word hang in the air as he manipulated Jade’s mind subtly. “And so, let us ask your slave if she is willing to exchange herself into the unfamiliar territory of two men, in exchange for Belle for you.”

Both Vosmus and Jake looked at Jade steadily as the decision was left to her.

[Jade MacCarthy]

The room spun for a moment as she felt her release. Raising a shaky hand to her forehead she pressed against firmly feeling the moisture there and wiping it away. Swallowing and she met Jorge eyes giving her a look of satisfaction. Quickly she glanced over at Jake before looking down at the floor. She wanted with all her might to move away from Jorge, to have him remove his fingers from her skin. But she had to stay in character so she stood her ground trying to regain her composure barely hearing the conversation until Master Vosmus entered her mind. Pictures of the three of them danced in her mind. Her body responding to the images and a desire to agree with him.

With her eyes still cast down she focused on dark spot in front of Jakes shoe. Willing herself to focus on that spot until the images faded. She understood what was being asked of her she wanted to scream –touch me and die- but knew that she couldn’t say that. Still focusing she reached out to Jake telepathically, “Don’t let them do this me. So help me I will kill one.” Her fingers flexed ever so slightly as she felt her powers building, pooling in her center. She felt a push Jorge trying to help her with her decision. Slowly she raised her eyes since she had been addressed. “Sir?” she looked at Jake. He nodded giving her permission to speak further.

“You know this girl will do whatever you ask of her.” She said quietly, also knowing the other woman wanted her man and not quite sure how she would react watching him with her. Her blood began to boil at the thought.

As she spoke Master Vosmus motioned to the woman by the door to step forward. She moved across the room with a seductive sway, she had the air of a woman who knew what she wanted and even more knew how to please. Her long dark hair floated around her shoulders as she approached Jake. Jades jaw set as she looked at the woman standing in front but slightly to the side of Jake as to not block hi view of Jade. She was dressed in long toga styled dress with one bare shoulder. The dress fit to her curves showing her figure off perfectly.

Jade continued, “this girl is here to serve you Sir, I want to please you.” Only Jake would notice the focus and the stance she had taken as she power grew. She was not comfortable with letting either of those men touch her physically. It was bad enough Jorge had cause her to react to him with only the slightest touch.

Master Vosmus flick a finger and the girl moved closer to Jake. Reaching up she pushed the fabric from her shoulder letting her dress fall to the floor. She stood in front of him naked. Jade watched as Jakes eyes moved over the woman, and jealously rose as his eyes lingered there. The young woman address Jake, “It is my Master pleasure that I please you in any form that you would like. You have but to name it.” Her voice was like warm honey washing over Jade and she wondered how it was affect Jake.

The woman rested her hand on Jakes upper thigh and flexed her fingers. It took all of Jade will power not to throw her against the wall. How dare she touch her fiancé!

Jorge was watching Jade and moved the back of his hand down her arm causing her to jump and look at him. A slow smile spread over his lips and panic filled Jade. Master Vosmus moved towards Jade sensing her unease. “You are such a pretty little thing.” He move in close to her and breathed in deeply. “And you smell so very good. Your Master will be well taken care of, as we,” he motioned to Jorge “will take care of you.” Master Vomus took her hand and raised it to his lips kissing the back of her hand softly. “You have nothing to fear.”

Looking over at Jake and the woman, she let out a small breath. The woman had moved in between Jakes legs his attention now on the woman and what she was doing. Because her back was to Jade she could only imagine what she trying.

Jorge touched Jades face turning it to look at him. She immediately lowered her eyes. “Oh come now, am I so hideous that you cannot look me in the eyes?” Jade shook her head as she raised her eyes, but started a the tip of his nose. “Oh that is much better my pet.” She tensed, wanting to scream, -I’m not your pet.- His fingers traced down the her cheek, along her neck and over her top of her breasts. Jade shivered at his touch her body responding to the two men. She wanted out, she wanted the woman away from Jake, she wanted to go home.

“oh yes, you do respond very well, but I think things would be better if we got you out of the confines of your clothing.” Jades eyes flew up to look at him, only to drop down again. She tried to send a message to Jake, but either it wasn’t getting through or she couldn’t send it. Feeling the laces of her corset being loosened she frozen. Perhaps if she didn’t move they would stop. It was only moments before it dropped to the floor exposing her. The air cool, and she could again breath normally. “Oh my, this is even better than I had dreamed.” Master Vosmus whispered. His hand reached up and touch her. He fingers sliding over her soft flesh. “Oh to ..” he trailed off as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her nipple. Jorge moved behind her pressing up against her. His hands working on loosening the skirt.

Jade watching as the other woman knelt between Jakes legs his eyes on her a look of desire on his face. Sent Jade over the edge. She started to squirm, Master Vosmus laughed as his hands cupped her breasts bring his face to them.

Still looking at Jake she cried out in a panicked tone “unicorn, unicorn” Her safe word. She only hoped that Jake would remember the code.

[Jake Steel]

There was a moment of silence in the room as Jade summoned her safe word in the tense atmosphere. The two vampires and their female accomplice could have no way of knowing that ‘unicorn’ was Jade’s exit phrase, a way of letting Jake know that she’d had enough. But even if they didn’t know, the unusuallity of the word must had been recognised for the speciality that it served. Why else would a woman incite such a random word?

Jake’s eyes lifted from the dark-haired girl to look at Jade, stood in the centre of the room with the two men on either side of her. Jake’s hands were clenched in Belle’s dark tresses, holding her head in his lap and following the movement of her head with his hand. Her mouth, engulfing him wholly in pleasurable wet warmth, had become motionless at the cry from Jade. But as the silence in the room spread to two seconds, then to three, then to five, the girl decided to take the initiative and resume her slave-work.

She inhaled through the sides of her lips and brought a suction to bear on him that he moaned shortly, his tight grip on her brunette ringlets relaxing in a moment of pleasure. As he opened his eyes again, he saw Jade looking at him with a mixture of jealousy and contempt. How could he be finding sexual pleasure, while she was being molested right in front of him.

“I believe,” he said slowly as he lifted Belle’s head from his lap, his reaction to her ministrations obvious through the fly-zip of his black leather pants. “I believe that my pussycat is not used to such attentions as your are giving her.” His arousal was only partly to do with the talented lips and tongue of the dark-haired slave, but partly also seeing his girl submit herself to the touch of the vampires, her bare chested figure bringing him to a solid rise as the vampire’s had their way with her.

As Belle rose from her kneeling position between his legs, her bare breasts brushing his inner thighs, he saw another flash of anger pass along Jade’s countenance.

“She had much fear in her,” Vosmus agreed after a brief pause, his hands having removed themselves from Jade’s body at the moment she cried out. Jorge on the other hand had not. His Germanic fingers had remained on her skirt, tangled amongst the laces that held it closed. Jake was sure that with one quick flick of Jorge’s fingers Jade’s skirt would come loose like so much discarded fabric.

“She would do well to keep quiet and learn to swallow her fear,” Jorge Hamm suggested in a rough voice.

“No… she should be allowed to accept her place in her own time. Submission in this aspect is not about being forced, it is about acceptance of a lower status.” Vosmus argued with his protégé quietly. Belle had disengaged herself totally from Jake, and was kneeling beside his armchair in a present position, thighs slightly spread, back straight and chest held proudly out, eyes cast down at the curve of her knees, her bare ass resting on her calf muscles. It was a position she could hold indefinitely, or until told to move by her master.

“She should submit to us,” Jorge continued unabated, his hands on Jade’s waist tightening.

“She should learn what is expected of her, in the gradualness of time.”

“I want her now,” The harsh request from Jorge’s lips was all the more startling for it’s brutal honesty. The young vampire wanted Jade badly. Wanted her enough to almost defy his lord. What was his current and swiftly grown obsession with Jake’s fiancé?

“She will come to you if she wants to. Until that time, she will watch.” Vosmus turned his head and looked at Jake and Belle. His eyes sparkled as he saw that the dark-haired slave girl was waiting for a new command to follow. “She will watch how a slave should act, and react, and be glad of the attentions of her Masters.”

Vosmus placed a hand on Jade’s back, half-pushing half-guiding her towards the armchair where Jake sat. As she stepped forward and out of his reach, his fingertips lingers momentarily on the bare skin of her back, a warm after-touch of his fingers on her flesh remaining.

“Belle, you will stand and come here to us.” Vosmus intoned in his command voice.

As the beautiful slave rose to her feet, Jake took Jade’s hand and let her sit on his lap, there not being enough space on the armchair for her to sit beside him instead. His arousal was still clear beneath her body where she sat on him, but they were both looking forward, watching the spectacle about to take place in front of them, neither one willing to look at the other.

Vosmus took Belle’s hand as the girl came close to the Elder vampire. He turned it lovingly to his lips and kissed the curve of her wrist, both back and front. “Go to the corner,” Vosmus tells the girl softly. “Place your hands upon the walls.”

Belle did as she was told, stepping to the junction of the room and lifting her hands to the tapestries on either side of her. Her hands pressed into the walls at a point above her head, facing the covered walls. Jake could see the swell of her breasts being lifted slightly by the position of her arms, and her feet at shoulder-width apart left little to his imagination there either.

Jorge stepped to one side and tugged aside one of the tapestries, reaching behind the heavy hung material and pulling out a cane. So Jake had been right in his guess that the tapestries hung on the walls hid at least once alcove, perhaps even a secret exit from this room. At the very least, the alcove behind the tapestry hid a collection of equipment, to keep the two vampire’s amused.

Jorge passed the cane to his Elder, hands trembling noticeably. The cane was about three feet in length, no thicker than Jake’s smallest finger in width, yet flexible to some degree. Vosmus took the cane and flexed it between his two hands. Jake could see Belle tense her body slightly.

“See how she anticipates what is to come,” Vosmus dictated, his word clearly for Jade to assuage her mind. He gently touched the tip of the cane to the dark-haired girl’s upper thigh, rubbing the wooden implement up and down her leg muscle like a lovers touch. “See how Anticipation becomes Expectation. Expectation becomes Acceptance. She think’s she knows what is to come, and think’s she can take it stoically.” Vosmus lifted the cane from Belle’s leg swiftly, pulling his arm back in a draw position, back ready to strike.

Jake felt Jade tense on his lap, felt her cringing at what was about to befall the slave girl… But the cane didn’t strike. Vosmus didn’t move.

“Expectation is lulled into a moment of Fear by action. And by inaction also. Fear is good. But fear becomes Curiosity. Curiosity becomes Puzzlement becomes Desire becomes Longing. This thing that she fears, she now wants. She wants it because to not have it would be worse. What would it feel like if she was never touched by this thing?”

The cane descended with a sweeping swoosh of air, striking Belle’s thigh with a slap of wood on flesh. Jake winced in spite of himself, feeling the girl’s pain in his own mind.

“After the Longing comes the Recognition, recognition of a pain that is well-sought. Then comes Reward.”

At the mention of reward, Jorge ducked beneath Belle’s raised arms, inside her corner of the room. His palm touched her face, slid down her body, teased briefly the bare tips of her breasts, then descended further. Belle moaned softly as he touched her intimately, her pain forgotten, the rising welt on her leg nothing but a memory.

“And so we return to the beginning. She is back to a state of anticipation, where she knows what is to come, knows that to get it over with quickly is for the best, but wants to delay the moment, because the anticipation is not just for the pain, but also for the forthcoming reward now, also.”

Vosmus brought the wooden cane down again, striking the girls other thigh now, and without pause Jorge was there to sooth the girl’s stifled cry with his questing hands, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy even as his Elder brought her to the depths of pain.

>>Their perversity is matched only by their belief that they are untouchable<< Jake spoke directly into Jade’s mind, not willing to trust even a quiet whisper in her ear, even when she was sat on his lap, as close to him as possible. The vampire Elder probably had better hearing than a wild beast, better than a dog, or a bat, or a wolf.

Down came the cane again and again, raising dark red lines on Belle’s thighs and buttocks. Each strike that descended, Jake felt Jade tense and wince upon his lap. The jealousy, or envy, that his fiancé had felt for the dark-haired slave previous had become a reluctant sympathy. Belle was being punished and savagely rewarded because Jade had refused to accept the vampire’s fairly tame attentions to her body. Belle took each strike with a silent moan, but Jade knew that each strike of the cane was meant for her.

>>You can get your revenge later…..<<

He let the telepathic words trail off, knowing that she was aware of what was at stake here. She was sat on his lap, facing away from him with her eyes fastened to the curve of Belle’s back, watching the girls punishment as avidly as he. Jake lifted a hand to run down the line of her spine, the bare flesh inviting him as much as Belle’s mouth had. His hands slid around her ribs, caressing each breast and feeling the nipples harden under his fingers.