A snack

by Guest Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:49 pm

Reed took an moment to continue his training of his skills and disciplines - he was starting to remember why Daevas were empty inside - to use and abuse their victim came easily. It was hard for him not to do it - to be considerate, to be humble, and most of all - be patience. All he wanted to do was to clamp down on a neck and suck until he was content.

Yet, the teaching of his decease Sire continue to haunt him - that he had to bring them before him - he had to make them beg them to victimize them. He could remember in his first night - one of the lesson his sire had imparted him. He was made to stand in a closed room with a peek hole - the ones that had perverted client that like to voyeur - as his Sire sat on a chair and began working on this mortal man and woman.

From the box, he could feel the power of his Sire crashing against his - building the lust within him. It was evidence on the faces of the kine as they look at her adoringly - and to each she broke them - humiliated them, scolded them, worship them, hit them, caress them - all and all had them ask for more. It was appalling how they cling toward her legs as they wept and begged and pleaded for her treatment - for her touch.

Reed could not say anything but watch as he struggle against the power of his Sire - but he wanted to give in - to allow his Sire do the same as she had done to the kine. Most of all, he wanted her power for himself - and he felt from that enclosed box that she knew that too. Her eyes keep a watch at the place where he was - a small smile appearing on her face - now and again as she played with her toys. Reed could call them toys because after the few hours that what they had been reduced - each gasp and sigh digging them deeper into her hands.

He saw her kiss the man and the woman - a slow and longingly kiss - one that seem to suck in their soul as each cried out their love for her. And when they reach the point where she wanted them to be - she broke them and utterly. And blood flowed. Reed shrank down further into his box as he heard their pleasurable horror - before it was silence. Soon, the door was opened and Reed looked up to see his Sire - his Mistress - extend a hand toward him - her body was glistening with sweat and blood - her face was covered with blood and there sat a smile of contentment on her face. "Come on, Reed, you'll have to do it as well." She whispered.

Reed opened his eyes, unaware when he had closed them, finding himself in a booth at a club. The sound of blooming music that was strange and alien to him invading his ears - he had a couple of girls pass him by - he smiled at them - one that was said 'you wanna have fun?' He needed to get his mind focus on something else beside the memorize of his decease Sire. He reminded himself the reason why he was in the club.. it was to make them worship him as they worship his Mistress.

Reed switch on as he stood up with a beer on hand and went over to the girls - pouring all his charisma on them, "Hey Ladies, fancy a fuck?"