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She stood before him naked as the day she was born. Her long hair was braided behind her in a slaves braid. When he nodded, she moved closer and knelt down before him. His hand slid down her cheek, lifting her face so he could look into her eyes.

Love, respect and loyalty shone in her eyes as she watched Him. He knelt to place a soft kiss at her ear. She leaned her face into his, enjoying the contact. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She loved the way he smelled. She jolted uprght as she felt the collar snap into place around her throat. Her eyes searched his, a thousand questions begging to be asked. She would not utter a word without His permission.

The click of the lock echoed around the room. He tilted her chin up and kissed her hard and fully. With the kiss, he answered all her questions and took full possession of her.

Her heart soared. Her nipples hardened. The folds between her thighs moistened. The hands behind her back longed to reach out and pull him into her. She waited and was rewarded.

Blood tears crawled down her face as she felt the exquisite pain of the clamps being released. His mouth covered her swollen nipples, his extended fangs grazing the most sensitive parts. One by excruciating one he removed the clamps and replaced them with his mouth. He suckled alternating between hard and soft until he finally pierces her flesh with his fangs. The sigh that escaped her lips shamed her. She did not want to be enjoying his touch. She hates that he can make her crave this true humiliation at his hands.

As he moved lower to remove the third clamp, she breaks. Her resistance shatters around her as she cried out in both pain and pleasure. He removed her from the chains that bound her as expertly as he shattered her resistance to his will. Her body slid onto his, wrapping her legs and arms around him. In one thrust he pierced her, then slid his fangs into her neck. She joined with him completely, surrendered to his desires and her own.

The chains cut into her wrists as they supported the weight of her body suspended from the ceiling. Her feet were not free to dangle but forced apart by a 6 foot metal rod fastened to her ankles and did not touch the floor. He had braided her long hair and pulled it to the front so it rested between her breasts. It's dark color contrasting sharply with the paleness of her skin. He had bound it with a strap of leather and let the end dangle as a sign of what was to come. Each nipple had been clamped and chained together forming a Y shape to the third clamp on the aching nub between her thighs. He had blindfolded her so she could not tell where he might come from.

She heard the whip cutting through the air before it landed on her right thigh. She bit her bottom lip to keep the scream inside. The pain would fade but her humiliation would not if she allowed him to make her cry out.

Over and over the leather whip raced through the air at the expert guidance of her Sire. She twisted and groaned refusing to cry out. The smell of her blood filled the cabin nearly driving her into a blood lust. The streak from the whip criss-crossed her back, front and legs. Each whelp healing only to be reopened by a second slash, expertly aimed.

It could have been minutes, hours or even days... time no longer had a meaning to her. There was only pain...and desire. He left her there to soak up the pain. She hung there, limp, exhausted, bleeding, healing and wet with her own juices.

"Now your punishment begins in earnest my dear..." he chuckled as she shivered in anticipation...

The full moon was the only light in the otherwise dark night. The silvery beams caressed her pale flesh as she slipped out of the still waters of the lake. Her ebony hair glimmered as the drops of water slowly raced down her bare skin. She turned red eyes up to the beauty of the moon. If her heart was still beating it would have stopped at the sight of him watching her from the tree. This was her home. How dare he invade her privacy. She had given up so much to keep this small place of perfect solitude. She didn't blink as he lit from the tree to her side. She didn't dare move at all. She belonged to him and she knew it. It wasn't just blood that bound them together but years of his domination over her that wove them so tightly together. He touched her with his eyes before his hands slid roughly over her. He knew every cell and exactly what to do to command each one. She bowed her head as he grabbed a fist full of her hair, tossing it to the side to bare her neck. He ran his tongue from the lobe of her ear down the curve of her neck. She shuddered in anticipation.

"I have missed you little one. You do not come home any more. Such a naughty childe to make her Master come to her. How shall I punish you this time?" He was asking the question to himself. She knew not to speak. it would be cruel this time. It would be painful yet oh so exquisite.

His hand slid down her stomach into the folds of her womanhood. Inserting a finger he then pulled her along to her cabin, her cell.