Teen’s Night of Horror: The Return
It was a warm April day. Susan was celebrating her sixteenth birthday. The attack she had endured last Halloween was still fresh in her mind. In spite of it, Susan was trying hard to live her life like a normal teenaged girl. A teenager who was six months pregnant.
There had been one serious reminder of who’s baby she was carrying. She wasn’t showing much and the boys still thought she would be a cute girlfriend. At a New Years party thrown by one of the neighbors, a boy tried to cuddle with Susan. When she allowed him to fondle one of her breasts through her blouse, she felt a terrible stabbing pain in that breast. Susan then remembered the Warlock’s words.
After he had cum deep inside her womb, the Warlock pinched her nipples hard. He then spoke these words to her. “These you will only use to feed my son. No other male may touch them.”
Susan’s cries from the pain in her breast frightened the boy away from her. The word quickly spread through school that Susan was a little freaky and should not to be messed with. The boys all stayed away from her, but Susan developed some strong friendships with many of the girls in her class. She was mindful of the Warlock’s request for more virgin girls with which the group could play.
As the Spring passed and Summer brought warm days Susan’s belly grew exceptionally large. When her pregnancy came to full term in July, she delivered a healthy eight and a half pound boy. It was a surprisingly easy birth. Especially since she had such a large baby. Just as a nurse filling our forms asked what she wanted to name her son the name Damon popped into her mind. She didn’t know why that name had come to her. So her son was named Damon.
Over then next few months, Damon sucked ravenously at her engorged tits. He grew rapidly, and as Halloween approached, he weighed in at over twenty pounds.
About a week before Halloween, she was startled out of her sleep. Her Master’s voice was calling her. Susan had been expecting the call.
“Susan, Susan wake up. It’s almost time. Gather your virgins and bring them to us on the appointed night. Tell them you are inviting them to a special costume party. They will come. Bring my son. Be at the house at eight on Halloween night.”
“Yes, Master.” Susan answered without question. She had long since resigned herself to life as the Warlock’s mate. She fully expected to be bred by him again.
Earlier in the school year, Susan had become friends with three girls who had just moved into the area. Or, more accurately, they had befriended Susan. They had recently transferred from another district into her class at school. For some reason they had found it fascinating that Susan not only had recently given birth to a baby, but had been impregnated against her will during an attack. They had asked Susan to describe in detail how she had been attacked. It didn’t frighten them in the least when Susan describe her attacker and father of her son and his companions.
When Susan brought her new friends home to meet her son, they had all insisted on holding Damon. As the girls took turns holding Damon, they seemed to go into some sort of trance.
Susan took the opportunity to ask a blunt question. “Since you girls know how I became pregnant with Damon, I want to ask you all something. Have any of you been with a boy? Have you had sex?”
While still fawning over Damon, without hesitation they all shook their heads no. As Susan looked at each girl, they all added that they hadn’t even seen a real live penis.
Susan had her virgins for the Warlock.
When Susan called to invite the three girls to a costume party, all three eagerly agreed to go. Andrea was tall and slender blonde with a nice set of C cup breasts. She said she would go dressed as Cleopatra. Carrie, was a little shorter than Andrea and slightly heavier. She had cute round face framed by short dark hair, said she would be Joan of Ark. Finally there was Tina. She was the shortest and slimmest of all the girls. She had long red hair, green eyes, and A to B cup tits. She agreed to go as Tinker Bell.
At school, the four girls all chattered excitedly about the costume party. They were eager to meet Damon’s father. Susan tried to warn them of the possibility they could be harmed, but they would hear nothing of it. They were adamant they would go to the party, have a good time, and come home safely.
The day before the party, another of Susan’s classmates asked if she could go to the party too. Lauren practically begged Susan to include her. Though Lauren was sweet, she was not the prettiest girl in school. She was short and quite a bit over weight with dirty blonde hair. Her extra pounds had blessed her with a huge set of tits that bounced as she walked even when held up by a bra.
Susan liked Lauren and really didn’t want to include her in the Warlock’s party.
“Please Susan. You know I never get invited to anything. Please let me come to the party.” Lauren begged.
In and effort to discourage her friend, Susan bluntly asked. “Lauren, are you a virgin? They only want me to bring virgins to this party.”
Still insistent, Lauren answered. “Yes! I’m a virgin. If you tell me I may lose my virginity at the party, that’s alright. Susan, look at me. I have never even been asked out on a date. Boys don’t seem to like me. I’d be happy to give my cherry to some man or boy who wants me. Please let me go with you and the other girls. Something tells me I really need to go to this party. Please!”
Susan relented. If Lauren wanted to take the chance on suffering what had happened to her, that’s her choice. “OK Lauren. You can go. What will you be wearing?”
Lauren was practically bouncing in her excitement. Her tits bounced with her. She hugged her friend and said. “Thank you, Susan! Thank you! I’ll come as a short, fat, Little Red Riding Hood. Thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
At about seven thirty Halloween night, the girls gathered at Susan’s house. They all looked so cute in their costumes. Even Lauren got compliments from the other girls for her Little Red Riding Hood costume.
Susan was of course again dressed as a witch. Last year she had looked sexy in her witch’s dress. This year she looked a little sluty. Her tits, swollen from breast feeding Damon, were barely held in by her bra and the top of the dress. She had cut the dress even shorter than it had been and if she bent over, her ass would be exposed. She knew what to expect and almost looked forward to it.
She had dressed Damon as an imp, or an mischievous sprite.
The girls left for the short walk to the party with ample time to spare. A number of boys whistled and yelled at the girls as they walked. Unlike the other girls, Lauren enjoyed the crude comments from the teen boys.
They arrived at the old house right on time. It was again brightly lit from within. The door swung open as the girls stepped onto the porch. Susan, followed by the others, walked in.
They were each greeted by the Warlock. He took them each by the hand and gazed deeply into their eyes. Like Susan had been the previous year, the were transfixed by his stare. Without formal introductions, the Warlock kissed each girls hand and spoke directly to their minds without words.
‘Miss Cleopatra, how lovely you are. I am sure Marc Antony will be happy to see you again.’
Andrea stared at him wondering how he had spoken to her without speaking.
‘Joan of Arc. How happy we are to see you. You will be the guest of honor at our barbeque later this evening.’
Carrie grinned broadly at the thought that these adults would treat her as their guest of honor. However, she too didn’t understand how she had heard the Warlock speak to her.
‘Tinker Bell, I don’t believe we’ve met. However, I assure you this evening will be thrilling for such a delightful young sprite.’
‘Last but not least we have Little Red Riding Hood.
You are certainly a tasty looking morsel. I think we have a guest who will find you irresistible and just to his taste.’
Lauren was beside herself to think there was someone who would really like her. “Who is it, Sir, who do you think will want me.”
‘Patience Red, patience. You must first be prepared.’
‘And now my beautiful witch. My eternal mate, I
believe you are holding something for me.’
“Yes Master. I have your son, Damon. I hope you are well pleased with him. He is growing big and strong at my breasts. As you demanded, no other male has touched me except one, and that brief caress caused me such pain that I never want another male to come close to me except you and your son, my Master.”
The Warlock reached out and took Damon from Susan. He then held Damon over his head and presented his son to the assembled guests. They all loudly applauded. Damon cooed and smile at his father.
Igor then presented the girls, including Susan with
goblets of red wine. As they sipped their wine, the Warlock introduced the girls to the other guests present. Wolfy was first. When he was introduced to Lauren, AKA Little Red Riding Hood, he bowed deeply and kissed her hand. He couldn’t resist the urge to take a wide lick of the back of her hand.
Lauren giggled. “Oh my, Sir. Were you kissing my hand or tasting it?
Maybe both my delicious pet. We shall see what comes of it later.
Again Lauren giggled.
Tina as Tinker Bell was introduced next. The Count and his Vampiress licked their lips at the sight of the petite young thing with artificial wings on her back. As they each kissed one of Tinker’s cheeks, the teen felt a shiver run up her spine.
The Count smiled and spoke to her. “Who knows? You may have the gift of flight before this night is over.”
Tina laughed out loud. “Really fly? That’s not possible! Is it?”
“You never know what is possible here tonight, my dear.” The Warlock interjected.
The girls had finished their goblets of wine just as Igor brought a second goblet. This wine was not as sweet as the first, but they all quickly drank it down. The expected effects were becoming evident. The girls would soon obey every command the Warlock or his guests gave them.
They soon got the idea that they were to be more than guests at the Warlock’s party. They were to be the entertainment. Though their tears flowed freely, none of them hesitated when he ordered them to remove their clothing. All the girls had smoothly shaved pussies, except Carrie. She still had her full bush and hair under her arms. The other guests applauded appreciatively. The girls managed a weak smile.
They were instructed to mingled for a while to be sure the potion they had drunk was fully in effect. Carrie was then introduced to a man in a white apron and chef’s hat. Without permission or warning he reached out and felt Carrie’s body as if inspecting it. She didn’t resist his prodding. He firmly fondled her tits, poked his fingers into her soft belly, squeezed both cheeks of her ass, and finally pushed her knees apart and shoved his finger up her pussy. He stopped abruptly when he felt her hymen was still in tack. “Master, may I prepare this tender morsel in my usual manner? The bush will have to go as well the obstruction to my basting syringe.”
“You may. Be certain she is well prepared before our guest see her again.”
“Of course, Master. Come with me Joan of Arc. Your chance of a lifetime has come.” The Chef laughed as he led Carrie off to the rear of the huge house where the kitchen was located.
Once in his domain, the Chef effortlessly lifted the plump girl onto his solid butcher block table. He told her, “Raise your arms and spread you legs wide. I will be shaving all the hair from your body.”
“Yes Sir.” Carrie smiled eagerly cooperated. She knew she was being prepared to give her virginity to someone that night.
In the mean time, Lauren joined Wolfy near the fireplace. Almost instinctively she knew what he wanted and she liked the idea.
Wolfy began by pulling the teen close and passionately kissing her. He then began licking his way down to Lauren’s large tits. She cooed and stroked the hair on his head. She was reveling in the sexual attention she had never had. His tongue licked rapidly at her hardening nipples. When he nipped at her left nipple she cooed and caressed his ears.
Lauren found Wolfy’s ears had grown considerably longer. The hair on his head seemed to have begun covering his back. Lauren didn’t quite know what to make of the changes to Wolfy, but she didn’t care. This man was giving her body thrills she had never felt before.
Wolfy then dropped to his knees and pushed his elongating snout between Lauren’s quivering legs. She spread them widely and used his narrowed shoulders for support. His tongue darted out and into her hot sex. He lapped her juices as rapidly as she produced them. She produced a lot of pussy juice.
Lauren looked down and gasped. Where Wolfly had been between her legs there was now a dog. No! It was not a dog. It was a werewolf. She was frightened, but not so frightened as to push him, or it, away from her dripping hole. Her heightened sexual drive urged her to let Wolfy have his way. Though tears were flowing down her cheeks, she wanted him to satisfy her need. “Oh God, Wolfy, eat my pussy.”
Some how she understood his message when her growled at her. She slowly dropped to her hands and knees. She spread her knees widely apart and offered Wolfy her dripping pussy. He again began lapping up her juices. She did not care that Susan, Tina, Andrea, and all the other guests were cheerfully watching her pussy being eaten out by a werewolf. All she cared about was the tongue in her pussy. It was reaching to her hymen and driving her insane with lust. She was getting hornier by the second.
In a flash, Wolfy leapt up and mounted Lauren. By looking between her legs she could see his cock. It was bright red, slender, and about ten inches long. As Wolfy humped at her sex he seemed to be having trouble finding her tight hole. Lauren sighed, reached between her legs, and guided his hot cock to her waiting pussy. “There you go Wolfy. Fuck me with that long wolf cock of yours.”
Wolfy obliged. He humped her rapidly. His second thrust hit her hymen. The next one drove through her cherry and powered its way to her cervix.
“IEEEEEEEEEEE!” Lauren cried out in pain as her cherry pussy was ripped open.
The beast buried in Lauren’s devirginated hole hammered into her relentlessly. She soon began feeling something large trying to enter her pussy. With a mighty thrust, Wolfy drove his knot into Lauren’s stretched cunt. At the same time, the tip of his cock rammed past her cervix and into her womb.
They were locked together. Instinctively, Wolfy turned so he and his bitch were ass to ass while his hot cum flooded into her womb. He howled in celebration of his conquest.
Lauren quivered through several orgasms as her womb was filled with hot wolf cum. She was pleased to have had a male want her this much. Even if that male was a werewolf.
In the mean time, Tina, aka Tinker Bell, was being fondled by both the Count and his vampiress. They were not as interested in her virginity as her spirit. However, the Count did want to take her cherry. With his mate helping, Tina was lain on the nearby dining table. Her legs were splayed widely apart.
She then saw the Count’s cock. It was massive. It was at least eight inches long and several inches around. With tears flowing from her eyes, she asked. “Why are you doing it like this. I know I can’t stop you, but won’t you please help me get ready like Wolfy prepared Lauren. Please, you’ll tear me apart if you take me before I’m wet.”
As the Count lined his cock up with Tina’s tight virgin hole he spoke to her. “I know my dear Tinker Bell. My mate and I want your virgin blood. A petite thing like you should produce lots of virgin blood. The more the better. So, you get fucked as you are.”
The count then slammed he huge cock deep into Tina’s virgin pussy. Her hymen was instantly shredded and the invading cock’s head drove into her cervix.
Tina’s scream reverberated throughout the lower floor of the huge house. Only Andrea wept for her friend’s lost cherry and pain. Even Susan got a bit of pleasure seeing Tina speared by the Count’s cock.
The Count immediately pulled his cock out of Tina’s divirginated cunt. He bent over and began feeding from the steady flow of blood from the teen’s roughly fucked hole. His mate fell to her knees and sucked Tina’s blood from the Count’s cock. When she had his cock clean, she joined her mate feeding from the blood flowing from Tina’s cunt.
At about the same time, as the Count speared Tina, the Chef had finished shaving Carrie. She was bald from head to toe. “Now just one more thing to do before I begin preparing you. That pussy must be opened for my basting to get where it needs to be.”
“Please Sir, don’t do this to me.” Carrie begged. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Just don’t take my virginity like I’m a piece of meat.”
The Chef laughed at his entree. “Too late to beg, Joan of Arc. Your fate was sealed when you walked in this house.” He then dropped his pants and brought his cock into Carrie’s view. The Chef’s cock was not very long. It appeared to Carrie to be no more that five and a half to six inches long. However, it was extremely thick. She judged it to be nearly as big and a softball bat’s main body.
Her eyes widened but she said nothing more. Her virgin hole was already wet with her lubricating juices. The shaving had gotten her pussy excited and ready for sex.
Without any further preparations, the Chef shoved his cock deep into Carries virgin hole. She screamed so loud she was heard in the main room.
“It seems the Chef is preparing Joan of Arc. He has a really fat dick and really stretches a pussy.” The Warlock laughed.
His guest all laughed as well.
The Chef then rapidly fucked his Joan of Arc. As he poured his cum into the depths of her pussy, the Chef smiled and said. “That should add a nice touch to your dinner.”
He then proceeded to rub her body with a special oil mixed with many exotic herbs and spices. “This will give you a nice over all golden glow when you’re ready. He then took a huge basting syringe and filled it with the oil and spice mixture. The baster was about a foot long and two inches across. It had a thin four inch long metal tip on its leading edge and a plunger on the other. Slowly and carefully he inserted his baster into the teen’s pussy until it rested against her cervix. Over the years, he had developed a talent for being able to perfectly align the tip of his baster with the small opening in a girls cervix. He made a couple of jab with it to test his location. When he was satisfied he had it perfectly aligned with her cervix, the Chef shoved it past her cervix in into her womb.
Carrie gasped as the baster entered her womb. Then she felt its contents being pumped into her womb until the mixture had filled her baby chamber and was flowing out of her pussy’s lips. The Chef then pulled the baster out of Carrie and jammed a wooden plug into her pussy to keep the mixture in her.
He then rolled Jon of Arc onto her belly and repeated the process with the syringe up her ass. When her asshole was filled with the basting mixture, he inserted a wooden plug into ass as well.
He then used twine to keep both plugs in place. Her hands were then secured with heavy cord at her wrists. A long round steal pole was then shoved under her wrists and between her large tits.
Finally Carrie realized she wasn’t going to a barbecue, she was going to be the barbecue. “Oh please Sir, don’t do this. Let me go and you won’t ever see me again.” She begged.
The Chef ignored her please. The pole was placed beside her head. Her legs were then twisted around the pole and secured to it as if she were pulling a lover to her pussy. Her knees were shoved up toward her chest and secured. The Chef carefully secured Joan of Arc’s body to the pole with many wraps of the cord. The final step was to shove an apple into her mouth.
“Remember Carrie, you are the one who decided to come as Joan of Arc. You knew what her fate was. Now let’s get started roasting dinner.”
Carrie continued to shake her head no as the Chef used the pulley system that was over head in the kitchen to raise her off the preparation table. With the assistance of a couple of kitchen helpers, Joan of Arc was transported to a fire pit that was glowing with hot coals. She was suspended horizontally above the pit. The pole she was secured on both ends and attached to a motor which slowly turned the teen over the hot coals. “The secret to a good barbecue is to cook it slowly. I am sure you will make a very tender meal. You should be ready for dinner in an hour or so. Don’t go anywhere Joan.” The Chef then swatted her ass as it slowly turned pass him. Carrie’s ass was already beginning to turn red as if she had gotten too much sun. The Chef then left Joan of Arc’s roasting to the kitchen assistants. “Be sure to keep her well basted. Otherwise, her skin will split and make an ugly roast.” He instructed them. He then returned to the main room and announced the time until dinner.
Cleopatra asked. “Where is Joan of Arc?”
With an evil grin the Chef answered her question. “Joan of Arc has been held up a little while. She’ll be ready for dinner soon enough.”
The girls all assumed Carrie was getting well fucked by the kitchen staff.
By then the Count and his mate had Tinker Bell’s bloody cunt well cleaned. Before leaving her to rest, they both sunk their teeth into a tit and sucked more of her blood.
“That’s enough for now. We want all of our guests to enjoy the barbecue, including Tinker Bell.
The teen was staggered from the loss of blood, but was able to walk with her attackers to the couch.
Finally, the Warlock called Cleopatra. “My dear Cleopatra, I hope you haven’t felt left out. There is someone here who is anxious to see you. May I reintroduce you to Marc Antony? He has been waiting a long time to see you again.”
Then from a dark corner of the room, a Roman warrior approached Cleopatra. He was not just a Roman warrior but the commander of the entire Roman army. He was wearing his full battle armor. Andrea did not recognize Marc Antony. However, she knew from her history classes that he and Cleopatra had been lovers in ancient Egypt. Cleopatra had also been the lover of Julius Caesar, but it was Marc Antony that had won the heart of the Egyptian queen. She had merely used her sex and beauty to secure Caesar’s favors.
Instinctively, Andrea knew this Roman was going to take her virginity. She thought to herself. ‘Well, if I have to lose my cherry, this man is a good choice. He is very handsome and looks so strong.’
Marc Antony approached Cleopatra, bowed deeply, and greeted her. “My Queen. It has been far to long since I have enjoyed the vision of your beauty.”
“Oh my! You certainly are a charmer.” Cleopatra smiled at her lover and extended her hand to him.
Marc Antony took her hand and kissed it. “My Queen, I have waited an eternity to be with you again. Must you continue to torture me with your beauty? I would have you now!”
Without another word, Marc Antony took Cleopatra into his arms and kissed her passionately. Andrea as Cleopatra eagerly returned the kiss.
Antony then abruptly lifted Cleopatra and carried her to the large dinning table in the center of the main room. It was the same table that Tinker Bell had surrendered her virgin blood to the Count and his mate.
As all the assembled guests, except Carrie of course, watched, Antony turned Cleopatra to face the table and bent her over. With some force, Antony kicked the teen’s legs widely apart. Her virgin ass and pussy displayed to the crowd, but she didn’t mind. She knew she had to obey this man. She heard the clatter as Marc Antony shed his armor.
When she looked back over her shoulder, she gasped at what she saw. Her Roman lover sported a huge nine inch cock that was as big around as her forearm. “Oh my God! You’re huge! That thing will never fit in me. Please Sir, at least see that I am well prepared before you use that weapon on me.”
Antony laughed. “I promise you it will fit. You may prepare yourself any way you wish. I have waited eons for this, and the time of my relief is at hand.”
Marc Antony then stepped between Cleopatra’s spread legs and lined his cock up with her untried hole. With a quick and powerful thrust forward, his cock’s head forced the virgins’s labia apart.
She cried out at pain of having her tender pussy so suddenly pried open. “Oh! God! It’s too big. Take it out. Please take it out. Please get me ready first. Then you can have my cherry.” Andrea cried out. She sobbed as her tears flowed freely making a puddle of tears on the table.
With a sadistic grin, Antony patted Cleopatra’s upturned ass. “Of course my Queen. I’ll take it out. I’ll take it out as soon as you’ve been well fucked!” The Roman commander then grabbed both of Cleopatra’s hips and rammed his cock deep into her cunt. He barely felt it as his cock ripped through the teen’s hymen.
“Ieeeeeeeeeee!” Andrea screamed. “Please, no more! I can’t take any more.” She begged.
Almost gently, Antony patted Cleopatra’s ass again. Of course you can my Queen. You’ll take it until I fill that hole with my seed.” Using her hips for hand holds he proceeded to pound in and out of her tight and bleeding cunt. He rammed into her cervix with every thrust. After what seemed like an eternity to Andrea, Antony slammed his cock deep into her cunt, rammed into her womb, and filled her with hot cum.
By then Andrea was not fully conscious. She moaned as she drifted in and out of reality. She could feel her pussy being filled with hot cum and somehow knew her ordeal was almost over.
Antony slowly pulled his blood and cum coated cock from Cleopatra’s bleeding pussy. He then addressed his host. “Master, with your permission, I would offer my blood coated cock and this bloody hole to the Count and his mate.”
The Warlock nodded his ascent.
The Count and his mate quickly accepted Marc Antony’s gift. They soon had both Antony’s cock and Cleopatra’s pussy clean.
Igor served another round of wine while the Chef disappeared into his kitchen. He returned a few minutes later and announced. “Dinner is served.”
Then the kitchen assistants enter the dinning hall carrying a very large platter on their shoulders. All except the teen girls applauded the entrance of the main course. The girls simply stared in disbelief. There, high on the platter was there friend Carrie. Joan of Arc had again been roasted. She was perfectly roasted. Her skin had become a golden crust. Though the spit and cords had been removed, she remained in the position in which she had been roasted. She looked as if she were squatting on her ankles, knees, and forearms. Her golden rump roasts were prominently displayed. The Chef and his staff had done an excellent job. Joan of Arc was as beautiful roasted as she had been in life. Joan of Arc and her platter was placed in the center of the table along with numerous side dishes.
The Chef then pulled out a large carving knife and stroked it on a honing steel as the guests seated them selves. When everyone was seated, the Chef sliced off a prime cut of rump roast. He served the Warlock first. He then sliced off more rump and thigh meat which was served to the guests.
When all had been served, the Warlock offered a toast. “To my beautiful mate the witch, to my son Damon, and to all our friends gathered here, I offer a toast to a year of pleasure and feasts. May this roasted Joan of Arc bring us all a wonderful year. Until we meet again, enjoy this meal.”
As the count took his seat, he noticed the girls were not eating their meat. He look at each of them and said. “Eat! Joan of Arc is always better hot. And I assure you the Chef says this one was one hot bitch to fuck.”
The girls all took a bite of Carrie’s meat. To their surprise, she tasted delicious. They ate ravenously of their friend.
It was Susan that broke the tension that was still in the air. This brings a whole new meaning to chewing someone’s ass.“
Everyone laughed and enjoyed the dinner.
After everyone had eaten and had another goblet of wine, they all paired off with their chosen mates. Tinker Bell was taken to a dark corner by the Count and his mate. As he drove his cock deep into her pussy, both he and his mate bit deeply into her tits. She moaned in pain but held her attackers heads to her chest as they fed. The Count filled her womb with cum before moving to kiss her neck. When his mate joined him at the other side of Tinker Bell’s neck, they both drove their fangs deep into her throat. This time there was no Warlock’s order to stop. The fed until Tina as Tinker Bell was almost drained of blood. Her nearly lifeless body was carried to their quarters and place in a coffin made especially for her.
Wolfy and Little Red Riding Hood were at it again next to the fireplace. Wolfy and Lauren were both howling as he humped her in an attempt to enter her again. She cried out as his long slender cock sunk into her ass. “Oh Wolfy! You’re in the wrong hole. Please put it in my pussy, not my ass.”
Wolfy growled and nipped at Lauren’s neck as he continued to rapidly thrust his cock into her ass.
“Oh fuck it!” Lauren sighed. You can fuck me anyway you like. Just keep fucking me.” She was groaning with pleasure and thrusting her ass back toward Wolfy’s cock as he drove into her ass.
Lauren yelped as Wolfy violently rammed his cock into Little Red Riding Hood’s ass. His large knot had been jammed past her sphincter and into her bowel.
Lauren howled in protest and tried to pull away from the cock and knot in her ass.
Wolfy was enraged. How dare his bitch resist him. He fucked her all the harder until he began to cum. He then turned so they were ass to ass again while his cum flowed into his bitch’s bowels.
When Wolfy finished cuming he jerked his knot out of Lauren’s ass as soon as he could. As cum and blood ran from her ass, she turned and yelled at her lover. “How dare you hurt me like that? You could have…”
Wolfy leapt on Lauren. She screamed only once. The werewolf quickly bit and ripped her throat out. She fell to the floor with blood pouring out of her gaping neck. Wolfy began devouring her. He didn’t stop eating until all he had left were bones to gnaw on.
Marc Antony pulled Cleopatra to the table where he had her bend over again. “I think I’ll try your ass this time. You don’t object do you, my Queen?”
“No, you can have my ass if you want. Please take it easier than you did last time.” She begged.
As Antony slammed his big cock deep into her ass, Andrea screamed in pain. She continued to scream as Antony thrust rapidly in and out of her widely stretched asshole. He repeatedly rammed his cock into his Cleopatra until he was about to start cuming in her bowels.
At the very point that he started cuming, Antony jerked her head up by the hair. Through clinched teeth he cursed her. “You fucking whore. I gave you my heart and you gave yourself to Caesar. Now, you can meet him in hell.”
Antony then thrust as hard as he could into Cleopatra ass and flooded her bowels with cum. At the same time, he pulled his dagger and sliced her throat. He finished cuming just as Cleopatra past from this world in into the next.
About that time, the Count and his mate retired to their quarters where Tinker Bell was lying near death. They again fed from her tits until she had nothing more to give. Tina lay quiet. No signs of life were evident. The vampires continued feeding on her corpse.
Suddenly, as if by magic, Tinker Bell opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Though extremely pale, she rose from her coffin. The three of them returned to the main dinning room and paid their respects to the Warlock and his mate. They flew off into the night sky with Tinker Bell flying between the two old vampires. She had learned to fly.
The Warlock then turned toward Susan. She had been quietly nursing Damon as she watched the end of her friends. “Now my beloved mate. It is time I paid some attention to you and my son.”
“Am I going to die like my friends now, Master?” There was no fear in her voice. She simply asked a matter-of-fact question of her Master.
“No my love. You have done well and followed my instructions perfectly. It is my intent to use your body again as I did last year. Then I will send you home safely. It is your job to care for Damon and see that he learns all he can of your world before coming tome in my world. Now my love join me in my bed chamber.”
“Yes, Master. Will you give me another child?” She smiled at her Master as she followed him to his bed.
“No! You are not ripe at this time. Remember I can smell when you are ripe for impregnating. I will use your body as any mate would.”
“Please use me Master. Take me and make me yours again tonight.” Susan was happy to give herself to her Master. She climbed on the huge bed and spread her legs wide. “I am yours to use Master.”
The Warlock quickly disrobed and took the gift Susan was offering.
Oh, Master. It doesn’t hurt this time. It feels like you are much smaller.”
The Warlock laughed. “I am. You remember how I grew from a shriveled little thing to nine inches of fat cock?”
“Yes, Master.” She answered.
“This time I entered you while it was still small so you would not feel pain.”
“Oh, wait! It’s getting bigger inside me. Oh my God! It’s huge again, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“No my mate. When I took you last time, your body was forced to make certain changes. One of them was to allow you pussy to expand to except me. The draw back is you will never be able to find a normal human male that can satisfy you.”
“Oh my God, Master. I have to be the luckiest girl in the world. You can fuck me with that massive cock and it doesn’t hurt. I will never want another mate. I can feel your cock still growing inside me. Take me Master. Please take your mate and fuck her hard!” Susan begged.
The Warlock did just that. He almost violently rode his mate’s pussy. He rammed her cervix with each thrust forward. She grunted in pleasure with each hit to her cervix. He hammered the teen’s cum hungry cunt with the speed of a jackhammer. She was returning each thrust with one of her own. Her legs were wrapped around his legs to give her leverage as she pulled his cock deeper with each thrust. With one final thrust, the Warlock drove his cock deep into his mate’s womb and filled her with cum.
The old clock began chiming the midnight hour. The Warlock said to his mate. “My beloved mate, try to bring more virgins to the next party when I call.”
“Yes Master. But what should I say to the authorities when they investigate the disappearance of these four girls?”
“There will be no investigation. They were runaways when then came to you. These girls have already been erased from the world’s memory. You are the only human that can remember them. See you next year my beloved. Take good care of my son, Damon.” The Warlock then gently kissed Susan just as the old clock sounded the final chime of the midnight hour.
Susan immediately found her self in her own bed. Damon was sleeping peacefully in his crib next to her. Susan reached down to her pussy and smiled broadly. Her pussy was oozing her Master’s cum. She brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. It had not been a dream. With a voice even she could barely hear, she called out. “Goodnight my Master.”
“Goodnight my beloved mate.” She heard her Master’s voice in her mind, but she knew he had spoken to her. After licking her Master’s seed from her sticky fingers, Susan dozed off to a peaceful sleep.cannibal snuff stories consensual breast eating cannibal stories my cousin bit my nipple put his big Dick into my cunt raped me very painful ate my little tits till I screamed
“Dante, we’re going to need the full details of what you’ve witnessed. Let’s make this easy,” Dante hears at the edge of the darkness surrounding his vision. He couldn’t tell who said it. Groaning, he staggered to his feet and leant against the bars to get his vision back. “Dante. What happened?” Kagé’s voice. He shivered.
“Kagé, please, give me a minute.” Hei managed to grumble.
“We don’t have time. The Guild are capable of breeching our security. They could be here right now, and all you’re doing is aiding them, so tell me what the fuck happened.”
“Perhaps I want to aid them. They offered me a way out of this hell hole.”
“So you’re forgetting that they contracted both your parents?”
“At least they let me leave.”
“If you don’t tell me where The Guild are, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” Dante heard the other Sectarians gasp. A voice spoke up from outside the bars,
“Lord Kagé, I don’t believe beating him is the way to go.”
Dante looked up at that. “You don’t know what he’s really like, do you?” He said to the darkness. “You all have no idea what he does.”
“We have a vague idea, Dante Hatake, but what he does is his own business.”
Kagé ended that conversation with a painful backhand that sent Dante reeling. “Jesus,” he spluttered as he tried to crawl away, blood dripping to the floor.
“Where are The Guild?” Lord Kagé roared, the sound echoing infinitely. He kicked Dante in the ribs so that he collapsed with a cry. “Where?” He repeated, kicking him again.
“Ah! Oh, God! Sir, I… please… oh no p–” Dante’s frenzied begging was cut off with the pressure of a knife at his ribs. He pressed himself back against the bars, wincing at the pain.
“Dante, for God’s sake, tell us where the Guild are hiding.” Kagé’s voice had turned chillingly soft.
“I genuinely don’t know Kagé. I promise you.”
“Are you sure?” Kagé crudely dragged the knife down his ribs, tearing his shirt and cutting to the bone. Dante moaned loudly through the blur of pain and retched. Kagé replaced the knife on Dante’s sternum, smiling as he watched his eyes widen in pure terror.
“I’ll… I’ll tell you everything I know. I will, please! But I don’t know where they are.”
Kagé let the knife slice down his chest torturously slowly. “They’re coming here for me! Look for the black ribbon, that’s what they said! You heard me Kagé. You heard me say.” Dante ranted.
“That I did.” Kagé didn’t stop.
“Master Kagé, please stop.”
La’liel. Oh, thank God. Kagé stopped and turned to her voice. She strode to the bars, pulling down the black mask that distorted her face like the rest of the remnants of Sector 1. The katana across her back was an ominous warning. Lord Heinako’s eye’s twinkled savagely as his comrade intervened. Dante’s head slumped forwards as he allowed himself a brief respite, trying to battle down the anger that Hei was exuding. Hei won. The calm, cool interior that was Hei washed throughout Dante’s broken body, mind and soul.
Standing and approaching Kagé’s side at the bars, Hei could see the lustful glint in his eye. Blood drenched Dante’s shirt, and the flesh behind his shredded clothing was bloodied and scarred. Hei raised an eyebrow quizzically at her, challenging what she had to say. Mistress La’liel didn’t falter at his gaze. Dante wanted to thank and thank her. “Master Kagé, I know where the Guild are. At least, I know where one member is. She’s at a university in the United Kingdom on Earth. I understand that’s your jurisdiction. We can find her. Black ribbon, that’s all we need to look for.”
“Oh yes, La’liel? And how do you know this information?” Kagé’s eyes darkened.
Heinako stepped forward, “That is Sector 2 business, Kagé.”
Their eyes locked, and Heinako’s hand fell to his throwing stars. Hei watched as Kagé hovered on the edge of pulling his pistol out, but his hands lifted in a harmless gesture and he stepped back. Heinako may not be in charge on paper, but Kagé knew who he was dealing with.
“Dante, you’re driving.” Kagé spat. “We’re going to catch the Guild.”
The convoy had been set up efficiently, and now Hei drove at the head of the 5 black 4x4s and two armoured trucks. Kagé sat in the passenger seat at his side, and a pale Stark sat in the back. His trembling hand was bandaged again and a healing laceration split his lip. His green eyes were hooded as he sat and stared resolutely out the front window. In the rear view mirror Hei could see him wince at the bumps in the road and his hand fell to his side. Kagé’s knuckles were bloodied.
“20 minutes go to, sir.” Hei murmured professionally, black eyes never leaving the road in front.
“Thankyou, Hei.” Kagé muttered conspirationally. Hei looked up in shock. Why that name?
Tristan Stark’s ribs throbbed abominably. Three broken? Maybe more. Kagé withholding Seri was taking its toll. Healing was too slow. The pain was too much. Dante’s chilling gaze caught Stark’s eye in the rearview mirror, but Stark couldn’t hold the eye contact. He was too afraid to be seen by Kagé, what Kagé might deduce from that look. Dante was strangely subdued. A professional soldier-like coldness hung about him in the way he sat back easily in his seat, relaying information about their destination to Kagé from his earpiece. This time they were taking orders from Overlord Howl himself, and the hushed voice gave a list of orders to the three men. Noone seemed to listen. There was an awkwardness between them, knowing that Kagé was going to take revenge for Dante’s betrayal at some point.
“Dante,” Kagé snaps, “Park up somewhere accessible. We’ll have to be out of here ASAP.”
“Yes, sir. The girl resides in this building here. She’s 21, and owns a flat to herself. Timetable suggests she would be home now. Do we investigate?”
“Yes, let’s move in now.” Kagé confirmed.
Dante stops for a moment, listening to his earpiece. “The Overlord is suggesting there are army forces on the move to our destination. Parliament is not happy about us making moves without their confirmation, particularly on undisclosed business.”
“They can fuck off. We’ll just have to move quickly.” That ends the conversation. Dante relays to Howl.
“Okay, let’s move,” Dante says, “Apartment 89. Squad 1 to 4, surround the building. Squad 5, come with us. Let’s go Stark.” He said more gently. Dante was appointed as mission co-leader by Kagé, after Kagé bludgeoned Stark beyond any form of command, and having had experience with The Guild. Stark didn’t miss the position.
Kagé strode into the building, shortly followed by Dante dressed in his usual black baggy shirt and his breeches. His astonishing array of knives caught the light of overhead fluorescent strips and winked red and black at Stark. Stark had never been a fan of carrying large amounts of weaponry, specialising in short-knife combat. He only ever carried 4 knives at once- belt, thigh, and twins across his back. Dante had two long knives strapped across his back, one strapped to his thigh and forearm, an array of kunai knives fitted into his belt along with another shorter knife and several pouches of poison. He also knew from experience that he had multiple leaf knives hidden in his soft leather boots. Kagé and Dante were conversing in hushed voices up ahead. The agitation on Dante’s face was clear and in his body language, the way he hunched his shoulders and lowered his head to challenge his master at his side. His whispers grew in volume until Kagé slammed him against the wall, abruptly silencing the poor boy. Stark sighed at the fear that suddenly etched his face. Kagé’s forearm was across Dante’s throat as he murmured, “This is your job. You’ve killed for me for years, and you’re still afraid to capture a little girl?”
“I’ve never liked killing, Kagé.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Dante. I’ve seen the way my men have had to hold you back from killing on missions. I’ve also seen the way you cower back from killing like it makes you ill. I remember your initiation, the way you were sobbing with terror, and yet the way you said you enjoyed it. The way you slaughtered those people… It was the best thing I’ve ever seen. There are two people inside your head, Hei Hatake, and I know which one I’d rather have on my side.”
A look of confusion and anger flitted simultaneously across Dante’s face, before an icy control settled about his features again. “Just around this corner,” He said flatly, breaking from Kagé’s grip and striding ahead.
Dante lifted three fingers in silence. His hand was trembling slightly, and Stark knew that like himself, Dante was trying to hide his Seri withdrawal. He was positioned on one side of the door, Kagé on the other. Stark stood with a knife drawn behind Kagé, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance if the girl put up a fight. The combat soldiers stood with guns loaded, ready in case something went wrong.
He folded a finger down, his gaze becoming darker and more dead as the seconds passed. His hands moved detachedly over his shoulders to his twin stilettos, and he held them in a ready stance at his sides. A short nod to Kagé, and they both turned at the same time, kicking the door with enough force to flatten it on the ground. All men rushed in together, and conducted a lightning-fast search of the room. There was nowhere to hide. Stark turned from searching behind the wardrobe, knife drawn, as did Kagé, and they both shared a knowing glance of a time long passed when they had worked in harmony. Kagé’s eyes found Dante at the same time as Stark’s, and they both stopped dead.
Dante held the girl round the mouth, silencing the look of panic on her face. A sword with a hilt bound in black ribbon clattered to the floor at their side. A knife at her ribs inhibited any movement. “Dante…” Kagé muttered cautiously, registering the dead look in his eye, the way they didn’t shine. Stark had seen that look several times before. Dante was in a killing rage, but he wasn’t allowed to kill. Anything could happen. “Dante,” Kagé raised his hands harmlessly, “We need to go. The military are coming. We need to bring the girl.”
“What’s your name, girl?” Dante murmured in her ear, his eyes never leaving Kagé’s and the murder there never fading.
“I came to your room but days ago. The Guild follows you.”
“I know it’s you, but I asked your name!” Dante snapped suddenly, forcefully. His grip on her tightened.
She squirmed, “Jenday. It’s Jenday, Hei Hatake.”
“Why is this happening to me?” Dante’s voice was soft now. Trembling.
Kagéspoke now, “It’s who you are, Dante. You’re a killer. It’s taking you over. The years are finally catching up, and you’re becoming a fully-fledged assassin. Like me. Like Stark.”
“I’ll never be like you.”
“You’re already much, much worse. One day you’ll be a Sector leader. Maybe even Lord of Atrocities.” Kagé smiled a twisted smile. The wail of sirens in the distance stopped Dante’s reply on his lips. “We need to go.” Kagé’s voice was anxious, low.
Dante put a knife to the girl’s back and pushed her ahead of him, “Move,” he hissed. Once outside the girl was taken into the custody of two of Kagé’s uniformed men.
“Alright, we need to get out of here now,” Dante commanded, “The armed forces are on their way and we need to get back to Syndicate Sector 1 HQ without giving away our position. If it comes to it, split up. Let’s go.”
Kagé turned to Stark, “Stark, I want you to drive that SUV, and transport the girl back to the primary holding cell ASAP. Dante will take the lead, you follow. You two!” Kagé gestured at the men holding Jenday, “You’re with Stark.” The two men looked Stark up and down. He recognised one of them as the man who had helped hold him down when Kagé was torturing him, in a sadistic bid to get information about Dante’s whereabouts. He shivered.
Dante had already disappeared into the driver’s seat of the first 4×4, and Kagé joined him. Stark took the wheel behind them and followed at a hair-raising speed through the city centre of Bristol. “Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath at Dante’s erratic speed.
Once on the dual carriageway, the caravan of armoured trucks and 4x4s accelerated and virtually ploughed through the fastlane traffic. There had been no updates in regards to the military from Howl, having lost eyes on them half an hour ago. The nervous chattering from various contacts over his earpiece set Stark on edge. He knew the military wouldn’t give up trying to capture the Syndicate after such a national security attack.
“Stark. Stark,” Dante Hatake’s voice laced over the small speaker in his ear.
“Hatake, I hear you.” Stark replied as he coasted easily behind Kagé’s SUV. Traffic had fallen to almost none. It was 10pm and dark, which Stark preferred by far. Jenday hadn’t made a sound.
“Lord Kagé requests that we split up at the next intersection. We don’t know where the parliamentary military are, but chances are they’ll be tracking us. You’re to take the most indirect route available to you without compromising our position, and we’ll mee–”
Dante’s voice faltered to a halt and the SUV ahead of Stark jammed to a halt, catching him by surprise so that he had to swerve to its side, tyres screaming on the tarmac. Stark stared in horror at the roadblock that met them. Two police 4x4s and a wall of armed police stood guard but 100 metres away. “Oh shit.”
“Orders, sir,” Dante whispered, frozen. Kagé looked furious.
Dante’s hushed voice came over the earpiece after an excruciating 30 seconds of silence. “Syndicate Sector 1, move forward,”
Stark’s jaw dropped, and he heard the two men behind him gasp. “Dante? What?” Stark hissed.
He didn’t reply, but his car did screech forward mercilessly, heading straight for the block. Stark followed. 60 mph.
“Dante, what are you doing?”
100mph. The men on the roadblock turned and ran, some foolishly firing their automated weapons at the vehicle’s tyres and windows and failing to move. Dante seemed to be aiming for the gap between the two 4x4s. The Syndicate SUVs were indeed larger, but Stark didn’t trust that that would aid them.
The force of the crash sent the two police cars flying, crushing waiting policemen and creating an escape for the Syndicate. Kagé’s voice came over the earpiece now, “Now everyone fucking DRIVE!” And the battered SUV shot off into the darkness. Stark bypassed the roadblock and without a backward glance floored it away from the sound of gunshots.
Dante and Kagé were the first to arrive at HQ. Rain had fallen heavily throughout the night and the SUV trawled its way through the deep settled water on the dirt track to the underground entrance. Water flowed steadily down the dimly lit slope to the mechanical main gate, to drain into the storm drains at the foot of the doorway. Dante came to a halt and waited for the door to open, slowly rising up into the gloom. Kagé sat back and regarded him steadily, and watched with satisfaction the way he pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead with a shaking hand and blinked exhaustedly into the darkness of the cave. They hummed slowly forwards into the cave just as the ceiling floodlights illuminated the entire space, even the darkest corners. Guards were sat playing cards at a table in an alcove by the door, but moved to unbolt the oversized vehicle vault door when they saw the car. Kagé exhaled tiredly. The day had been exhausting for everyone. “We’re going to arrange a debriefing in here,” he almost croaked. He cleared his throat and continued, “So we’ll park up and set up the briefing table in the main alcove.”
“Yes, sir.” Dante acquiesced quietly, driving around the outer edge of the central cage and into the main vehicle store. Rows upon rows of 4x4s, military vehicles and trucks, all in black, stood sentinel in the darkness.
The slam of the car doors echoed eternally in the void around them. Standing for the first time in 8 hours, Dante found his legs were much weaker than anticipated, and he sunk to his knees between two of the towering 4x4s. He was quaking uncontrollably and an inescapable exhaustion was enveloping him, an exhaustion that he knew was coming about with the final dregs of Seri in his blood. If he was left another hour, he would end up falling asleep for the first time in a decade. Dante groaned at the fatigue and tried to stand again, hoping Kagé wouldn’t see, but he knew it was futile. Kagé appeared before him with a look of amused shock on his perfect face. Dante finally managed to steel his will at that superior look and leaned against the car at his side to pull himself up. His knees knocked threateningly. He closed his eyes a moment against the darkening ring around his vision, pressing his face into his hand and grimacing at the unpleasant heady rush.
“What? I… I mean excuse me? I didn’t catch that.” Dante tried to sound alert to his master.
“I said, go and sit down for debriefing and I’ll get some Seri while we wait for the team.”
“Mmph, yessir. Thankyou.” Dante was genuinely grateful.
Sat at the huge round glass table, his back to the main door and his master out of his sight for five minutes, Dante took the chance rest his head on his arms and close his eyes while he waited. So much had happened over the last few weeks, and there was so much that Kagé was due to punish him for. Kagé was sure to behave slightly professionally in front of the others, but as soon as this was over… Dante didn’t want to think about it. He hoped Overlord Howl would have at least some involvement, maybe even the other Sectarians. They would provide some shield from Kagé’s insanity. Perhaps the Guild assassin would give him something else to think about for a while. After all, wasn’t she the girl who had come to Dante in the first place? Maybe he was out of the woods after all.
Kagé re-emerged with three servants in tow, clearly from his Tymerian office. They all carried a tray of various alcoholic beverages and tumblers. Kagé carried two Seri injections. “Here,” he said, sitting in the chair directly opposite and sliding one of the injections across the table to him. Dante took it gratefully and jammed it a little too harshly into his wrist, pushing the liquid into his blood. He winced, trying to block out the burning stinging feeling as the liquid increased the pressure in his veins, and then moaned loudly as the harmony in his body, the buzz took over. His shaking increased momentarily and he panted unwillingly, slumping forwards. Just at that moment the doors began to open and the remaining 3 4x4s pulled in, two of them disappearing straight into the vehicle store. The third stopped outside the cell door, and out clambered Stark. He stopped a moment and swayed dizzily. Dante forced himself to his feet and took the other Seri from the table. He needed to help Stark before he collapsed again completely.
Dante strode purposefully across the cave, reaching Stark before Kagé. “Stark, hold out your wrist,” he commanded, grabbing it and pushing the liquid in. Stark winced ever so slightly, and his knuckles turned white as he struggled against the rising power of the Seri in his body. He held himself better than Dante had, and Dante had a moment of embarrassment at the thought of Kagé’s pleasure in seeing his reaction.
“Thanks,” he murmured, shuddering slightly.
“I’ll be right back, you deal with the girl.” Dante responded, turning on his heal and leaving for his quarters. “I’m going to get a cloak, Kagé. I don’t want this girl getting a proper look at my face, she makes me uncomfortable.”
“Right,” Kagé replied brusquely as they passed.
When Dante returned, a hood shrouding his face and his knives all intact, the rest of the team were just returning in the two final trucks. Jenday was in the cage and under the strict supervision of five guards. Kagé was in there with her, circling her like a predator. She suddenly looked so vulnerable without her assassin’s garbs and weapons. Just another innocent claimed by the Syndicate. At that moment, Kagé struck out at her, knocking her to the ground violently. The crack of her knees against the stone floor was audible. Dante carried on up to the bars of the cage, halting at Stark’s side. “What’s Kagé doing?” Dante asked lowly in his ear.
“He wants to find the Guild. I think you know what that’ll involve.” Dante winced for the girl momentarily at what he knew that would involve.
“Stark, I want to talk with you soon. About… why… why Kagé captured me.”
Stark raised his eyebrows. “Taken you long enough to ask,” he murmured gruffly, trying to conceal his conversation from Kagé who was only feet away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever really wanted to know,” Dante replied sadly, knowing how different his life could be right now if they hadn’t taken him. He startled suddenly as Jenday was slammed against the bars before him, his skin prickling at her whimpering. He’d never seen Kagé beat a woman before, not like this. “Oh, God,” Dante said softly to himself, noticing that her hands were bound and that Kagé had a look in his eye that he knew very well indeed. “Lord Kagé,” Dante snapped loudly, catching his attention immediately, “Requesting permission to be dismissed, sir.” He just wanted to leave.
“Permission denied.” Kagé’s voice had gone husky and deadly quiet. The guards surrounding the cage shifted awkwardly, and the rest of the capture team seated at the table had turned a blind eye to the events unfolding behind them, focusing on their drinks and talk. Dante’s gaze hardened and he turned abruptly, heading straight for the capture team. At the table, he grabbed the fullest brandy crystal carafe and drank deeply. He moved around to the soldier with his back directly to the cage and put a hand on his shoulder, “Move,” he growled, trying to hide the tremor in his hand. The soldier turned to look up at Hei, a hand on the magnum at his hip.
“Hey, watch–” Hei didn’t let him finish, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him down on the floor, hard. He grunted, and scrambled back to his feet without hesitation, pulling the gun on Hei and pointing it directly at his head. Hei’s heart skipped a beat as Dante came to the front of his mind ever so slightly, screaming terror at the pistol, but he overcame the fear and his twin stilettos were in his hands. Behind him, Jenday started to scream at some unfathomable terror. The chaos around him made him frantic.
“Put the fucking gun down or I will fucking kill you,” he roared, emanating fury. He could see the fear and shock in the man’s eyes. “Now!”
“Lord Hei,” the man whimpered, holstering his gun and raising his hands. The other men at the table had stood, unsure what to do. “Please, Lord Hei. Please. We’re on the same side!”
“I entirely disagree.” Hei was conversing in Tymerian now, knowing only the Tymerians knew him as Lord Hei. The man seemed to relax, speaking in his own language. His hands dropped to his sides. “You forget where I come from, how I came to be here.” Stark was at his side now.
“I’m sorry my lord. Please, sit down. I’m sorry.” The sympathy in the man’s eyes was unbearable. He’d been here when Dante had first arrived.
Hei took the seat with his back to the cage, unable to block out Jenday’s frantic breathing and the cruel laughing of Kagé. Stark took the now-empty seat at his side, a detached look in his eyes. Dante sunk forwards to rest his head on the table, trying not to hear anything, trying not to feel. Men had resumed their seats at the table, eyes resolutely fixed on their hands. The man Hei had attacked sat opposite, eyes trained on him. Dante sat up and drank, eyes never leaving the man’s. A choked cry from behind him made Dante flinch visibly, attracting the gaze of a few more men at the table and a concerned glance from Stark.
“Those cuts under your eye. Self-inflicted or….?” The soldier didn’t need to finish the sentence, everyone knew what he was getting at. Everyone that worked with Kagé knew what he did.
Dante’s tortured eyes met the soldiers, a pain that went beyond words etched into his face. Sometimes words weren’t needed, and the man nodded conspirationally, looking to one side. “It’s Jaique.” Dante nodded in acknowledgement. Stark took a brief look back at the cage and blanched, bringing a hand to his face and suddenly drinking down the rest of his scotch. He leaned in to Dante’s side, and whispered gently, “Keep drinking.”
The debriefing was in progress and Kagé was sat indulgently adjacent to Hei. Nothing was said of the girl, and Hei didn’t turn back. It had been an agonising hour of ‘interrogation’, and Hei thought he was going to go mad with the sounds of pain coming from behind him still. The faces of the men around him bespoke similar thoughts, all but two. These two men sat side by side, smiling toothily and thoroughly enjoying themselves. They were the men who had escorted Jenday on the nightmare journey to HQ in the back of Stark’s car, and strived to become like Kagé.
“…is a strategic advantage.” Kagé continued professionally, lounging back in his chair with a tumbler of brandy in hand. “Though we have little information as yet, we are not going to give in to get what we want.” The Kagé wannabees laughed and shared a sadistic glance. It sickened Hei to the point of standing and striding around the table to stand behind them, looking down over them silently. Anger threatened to boil over. His gloved hands gripped the backs of the two chairs until he knew his knuckles had turned white.
“Dante…” Kagé warned. The two men had frozen. Despite their churlishness, Hei could tell his presence threatened them. Jaique sat to Hei’s right, watching with wide eyes.
“Hei.” Kagé stood abruptly, an amused but wary look on his face. Stark stood also, feet slightly apart. Kagé’s hand was behind his back. Stark noted the way Dante’s eyes had glazed over, like they had on their mission. Kagé backed from his place at the table and made his way slowly towards him.
Hei took no chances with his master making his way towards him. Before the anger would dissipate, he held the backs of the chairs more firmly and pulled back and down, stretching the two men flat out on their backs, groaning. “Hei…” Kagé’s voice was straining with fury now, and he decided now was a good time to pull out his gun.
“Fuck you.” Hei spat, and it conveyed his wrath perfectly. He drew his stiletto knives once again, and drove them cleanly into the hearts of the two men. In a smooth sweep, he was stood perfectly straight again, one of the pair pointed directly at Kagé.
“I thought you’d learned years ago not to defy me, Lord Hei.”
“Dante learned years ago not to cross you. Sir. I’m not Dante.”
Stark’s knees buckled and he sat, gaping at what he was witnessing.
Kagé laughed. “Am I going to have to go through the whole process with you again then?” A casual pull on the trigger made Dante duck suddenly. He stood again, seconds later, and hurled a leaf knife directly at Kagé’s head. The unexpectedness of this gesture was clear in Kagé’s face as he just barely escaped the blade. A tiny thread of blood stood out on his cheek. Dante put his hand to his shoulder, and it came back bright red. His hood had fallen from around his face, and in the light the grim determination that was so unlike Dante was clear. Kagé strode forwards, so much fury burning in his eyes, and suddenly Dante was Dante again. He backed up a step, not sure whether to run or stay. You never run from me. Ever. He started, terror consuming him, and was paralysed.
“My lord! My lord that wasn’t me, please, please. Please… Master…” A choked sob escaped his throat, and he dropped his knives. “I am not myself,” he started to beg in Tymerian. “Chaisuei.” Please.
The anger in Kagé’s eyes didn’t leave, and Kagé didn’t lower his gun. He reached Dante, halted, and without breaking eye contact, shot him directly in the thigh. Dante cringed, but didn’t fall.
“Sheathe your weapons.”
Dante complied stiffly.
“I’m going to have to retrain you when Hei decides to make an appearance.” Kagé sighed, feigning irritation. Dante backed two hitching steps, tripping over one of the bodies at his feet. He groaned, seeing what he had done, and considered running again. Fear and pain-sweat streamed down his face, and his heart was hammering in his chest.
“Sit down, and we can continue with debriefing, Dante. Then you may be dismissed.”
“Kai, Oujour.” Yes, Master.
“You can stop speaking Tymerian now.”
“Please return to your respective duties, you may all leave.” Dante stood with difficulty. The shooting pains in his thigh were almost debilitating, and blood soaked everything. He made a break for the door back towards his own quarters, leaving a trail of blood. “Not you, Dante.” The voice chilled Dante’s heart and dread seized him. He stopped, but couldn’t bear to turn to him. Stark was the last to leave, until he was alone with Kagé, and only Jenday to bear witness.
The footsteps came slowly, slowly behind Dante until he could sense Kagé behind him. The terror was too much, and despite the pain, Dante sunk defeatedly to his knees. “Please don’t hurt me Kagé,” he whispered hoarsely.
Kagé sunk to his knees directly behind him and kissed Dante’s neck tenderly, “Why, Dante, do you defy me when you know I’ll only make you regret it?” He felt immense satisfaction at the trembling of Dante’s hunched shoulders.
“It’s not me…” Not even a whisper.
“I can’t even begin to fathom what’s happening in your head, Dante Hatake.”
“I’m going insane.” The admission made him know it was true.
“Mm, maybe,” Kagé chuckled in his ear, a low rumble. He stopped suddenly, whispering savagely, “I think I like it. Now go.”
“Stark. Stark, it’s me.”
The half-rotten door swung open on stiff hinges to reveal Stark, shirtless, and looking very very frightening.
“What do you want?”
“We need to talk, Stark.”
“Oh, really?” The man swayed sideways slightly, jostling into the door.
“Are you drunk?”
“I believe so.”
“For God’s sake, man,” Dante took a step into his room, and then suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by Stark’s muscular arm. “Mmph. My shoulder, Tristan. My shoulder.” Dante bit his lip to stop the whimpers that threatened to grace his lips.
Stark let go, looking down at the red-stained bandages crudely tied around his leg and shoulder. “Who are you, Hatake?”
“I don’t know. I want to talk to you.”
“And what if Kagé catches us again? What then?”
“I don’t know. Please, Stark.”
He stood, pinning Dante with his sharp green eyes, just as he had when they’d first met all those years ago. The indecision was clear- who was Hei? Who was Dante? Would Kagé find out? Eventually he sighed. “Come in.”
The old armchair in the corner was surrounded by a litter of spirit bottles and used Seri injections. There were several new bloodstains on the carpet and chair, and one face of his empty glass cabinet had shattered. He hadn’t cleaned it up.
“What happened?” Dante asked in horror.
“This is the aftermath of Kagé’s attack on me when you ran,” Stark replied nonchalantly as he sunk into his chair. Dante remained stood.
“What did he do to you?” His gaze darkened.
“That’s not why you’re here.”
“What did he do?”
Dante punched the wall. “Tristan what the fuck did he do to you?! What he did was my fault!”
“Calm down. What happened, happened.” Stark didn’t react to Dante’s raging.
“I need to know why Kagé had me captured 15 years ago. Tell me that at least.”
“I don’t know much, but I know it was something to do with your Hellstone scar from your father. You’re better off asking Kagé.”
“I would never talk to him about it.”
“Then you’ll never know.”
Dante paced in frustration, anger creeping its way throughout his body. “Goodbye, then,” and he left.
“Jenday? Jenday, are you ok?” Dante hazarded. He could see her form on the floor of the cell in the darkness, curled up protectively in the centre. She shifted slightly, and the scuff of boots to Dante’s left reminded him of the guards keeping watch. He moved forwards.
“Lord Hei, orders…”
“I don’t care about your orders, soldier, and if it is that important to you then I’ll take it up with Kagé when he shows his face.” There was no reply. “Jenday. Girl.” Dante was becoming frustrated. The tiniest sound was audible from her throat. Crouching at the bars, Dante spoke gently once again, “Hey, girl. Come on over here. I want to speak with you.”
“You… Lord Hei…”
“Dante Hatake,” he corrected softly. Jenday came to her hands and knees, dragging herself agonisingly slowly across the two metre distance. Dante noticed the darker patch on the floor where she had laid, and the dark scuffs that revealed themselves behind her passage. Dante’s hardened heart contorted for her.
She was naked, and her face was bruised and cut. The bruises continued their way to her neck and down her back and stomach and sides. Her knees were virtually shredded and grazes were all over her body. A thin tendril of a cut at her neck told of Kagé’s knife, and closer inspection revealed one down the whole length of her protruding spine. Her luxurious dark hair was plastered to her face with fear and pain sweat, and her eyes were tortured. Dante knew what else had happened, and it was something that couldn’t be seen by external examination. “I’m sorry…” Dante barely whispered, horror welling up inside him.
“Did he do this to you too?” She murmured hoarsely, unable to make eye contact. Dante nodded ashamedly. “For me it was more mental torture than physical beatings… I don’t know what’s worse.”
“I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I’m so so scared.” Her voice took on a tremor.
“I’ll try and help you, try and make it easier. I don’t want him to do to you what he did to me. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Has he given you Seri?”
“A drug? No, no. He does that?”
“You don’t want it. You think it makes things easier, but it holds you in its grasp and never let’s go. It’s Kagé’s way of keeping a hold on you… Has he even given you water? I’m going to get you water.”
Dante took a crystal water carafe from the debriefing table left from earlier that day. Turning, he saw a movement shimmer out of focus by the entranceway into the cavern.
“Kagé.” Hei spat, his eyes turning an unfathomable black. He replaced the carafe and drew his twin stilettos. “What are you doing here, Kagé?”
“I could ask the same thing of you, Hei Hatake…” He couldn’t place where the ethereal voice came from. The familiar charging sound of the floodlights made his instincts kick in, and he shielded his eyes, all the while dropping into a side roll. When he stood again, he opened his eyes to Kagé before him, smiling wickedly. “Good idea, but it didn’t work.” Kagé kicked Hei in the stomach, hard enough to go reeling into the table at his back, scattering glasses and carafes.
Groaning and disorientated, he was unable to react when Kagé grabbed his shoulders and drove in face-first into the cage bars infront of Jenday. Clutching his knives defensively, Hei turned and recalled his years of training as Dante.
“Hei I think I need to do some more training on you, to teach you who’s in charge around here.” Kagé warned softly, his feet apart and ready to move. The two cyborg guards readied their rubber bullet rounds and aimed silently, in perfect unison. He smiled, and they fired on him mercilessly, dropping him to the floor immediately.
“Kagé I’m going to fucking kill you!” Hei roared as he was pinned face-down on the familiar sofa of his master’s office by five men. He could hear the sounds of Kagé moving around the room, clattering pottery or something. He knew this wouldn’t be good. One of the guards proceeded to lift his cloak and shirt, baring his scarred, bruised and muscular back. Hei hissed fury, writhing beneath the men. “You’ll never make me yours, fuck you!” All he heard was the low chuckle of the man he hated.
“So, am I graced with the presence of Lord Hei right now?” Kagé asked, mocking.
“It doesn’t matter who I am, but you’re about to defile Dante’s body. Your assassin’s body.”
“Nothing that will hinder him, I promise you.” With that he felt Kagé’s weight straddle his lower back, sending him into another rage, balking wildly. The guards held him still as a whining buzz started behind him. “Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare!” Hei fumed, trying to turn his head to Kagé over him. The tattoo gun pierced his flesh with a pinprick sting, resonating across his entire back bloodcurdlingly.
“Stop moving or it’ll go wrong, Hei.”
Hei went still, more from exhaustion than compliance, “What are you doing?” He asked defensively, tensing under the strange pain.
“I’m giving you a tattoo.”
Idiot. “What of?”
“You’ll see.” Hei growled. “That dragon pendant around your neck,” Kagé said inquisitively, “Where’s it from?”
“Well, you see, in Tymeria the dragon is the symbol of freedom. It intrigues me that you wear it.”
“I’ve lived in Tymeria for years. The traditions just caught on with Dante.”
“It’s ironic, isn’t it?”
“I consider myself as free as anyone.”
“Oh dear, dear me,” Kagé chuckled. “How you deceive yourself.”
16 hours later, Kagé released Dante, but not before a final warning. “Dante or Hei?” He demanded flatly, looking him directly in the eye, almost nose-to-nose.
He swallowed fearfully, looking to one side, “Dante.” His back stung abominably and he just wanted to leave and see what Kagé had done to him.
“Shame.” They were alone now, and there was a funny look in Kagé’s eye. Dante started to back towards the door, turned and ran. The next thing he knew he was pinned between the door and Kagé’s body, and Kagé’s lips brushed his ear. Dante whimpered, screwing his eyes closed. Hands snaked slowly down his sides to his hips, holding him still. “One day, Hei, I will have you in every fathomable way, and you will never escape me.” Dante found himself facing his master, Kagé’s lips on his, his hand reluctantly stroking the bulge at Kagé’s crotch. “Don’t stop,” he hissed, his hips pinning Dante in his place.
He kneeled at his master’s feet, trembling, and eyes downcast. “Permission to leave, sir.”
“Granted,” Kagé replied, re-fastening his trousers and turning to his desk, a cool and professional air about him.
In the corridor, Dante came face to face with Stark. Dante startled visibly.
“You were in Kagé’s office.”
“Yeah,” Dante turned to his door, hastily unlocking it and stepping inside.
“I heard you shouting earlier.”
“You heard Hei shouting earlier, Stark.”
He sighed. “May I come in?”
“Go ahead,” Dante back in his chair by the dead fire while Stark went around lighting the numerous candles that illuminated his oversized room. He tried to pretend nothing had happened.
The pair sat in silence for a time, staring into the now-blazing fire. Dante couldn’t hold back any longer. “Kagé tattooed my back. I don’t know what he did. It was when… I was Hei… Kagé is angry with Hei. He’s ‘retraining’ me.”
“He tattooed you.” There was complete disbelief in his voice.
“I’m going to see what it is,” Dante said as he stood and removed his cloak and shirt, heading for the mirror. He heard Stark behind him stand, “That cruel, cruel bastard.”
Turning his back to the mirror, he froze. A strangled sound escaped his throat. A dragon, matching that on his pendant was drawn out in immense detail, with stunning Tymerian patterning. Written along the dragons every edge in the Tymerian language, were the words “I will never be free, I am the slave of Lord Kagé, and I will always belong to him” repeated over and over again. His heart dropped, but he hardened himself to the truth.
“Fuck him.” Dante murmured to himself. “I’m going out.” Grabbing £10,000 in £50 notes from his safe, he turned and left.
“Mistress La’liel, my lady.” Dante bowed deeply.
“Dante..?” La’liel opened the door to her cottage wider, eyes glassy with disbelief.
“Been a while,” he replied, smiling half-heartedly.
“I should have come and seen you… I’m sorry… 15 years alone with…”
“I handled it, it is ok. I wanted to get away from Kagé for a few hours. Are you busy?”
“No, no. Dante are you ok? It’s the middle of the night.”
“I just wanted to get away…” he replied weakly.
“You’re in shock. What’s wrong?” Concern.
“So much has happened today, La’liel… I don’t know what to do.”
“Please, come in. We have a lot of catching-up to do. Last time I saw you, Kagé was beating the shit out of you and that was but two days ago. I thought he might have let up on you by now.”
Dante sat heavily by the fire and dropped his hood, staring torturedly into the flames. “He’s got worse. La’liel… there are two people in my head. I don’t understand… Kagé calls me Dante. The other… me… is Hei, and Kagé thinks he’s stronger, but also harder to control. I can’t control him… Kagé can’t control him…”
“So he’s taking action over it… he’s trying to control him…” La’liel finished. “How long has this been happening? This second personality?”
“I think it’s been happening since the beginning, but it was hard to distinguish between the two of us. Now, he takes control of me completely. I can’t fight him.” Dante rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “The Guild assassin we caught, Kagé’s treating her awfully, and I can’t bear to see her go through what I did. I tried to help her but Kagé got involved… and then I got angry and Hei was there in my head. His cyborgs shot me down and he took me to his office… He tattooed my body and… and did other things to me… He can’t control us, so he tries to mentally incapacitate me. It’s working.”
“Oh, Dante…” La’liel was at a loss for words. In her eyes, he was still but a boy. “I don’t know what I can do.”
“I know,” Dante replied, standing suddenly, strengthening himself to go back.
“Dante sit down, have a drink.” La’liel offered a full tumbler of scotch. He took it gratefully.
“I just don’t know how much further he’ll take this,” Dante murmured, sinking down with a shuddering breath.
“This girl… you care about her?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing Kagé abuse her.”
La’liel sighed sadly. “I think, Dante, you must forget about her. Find any way you can, to get away from the reality of what’s happening to her. Take more contracts. Anything.”
“I hate that so, so much.” Hei gritted his teeth.
La’liel sat up, her eyes wide. “You’ve changed.”
“Hello, Mistress La’liel, you can call me Hei.” His eyes had turned glittering obsidian.
“Dante,” La’liel stood in alarm and headed for the door. “You need to leave.”
“But I’m not Dante.” Hei grinned wickedly.
Hei drew his belt knife slowly, sneaking forwards, prowling.
“Dante!” She shrieked, turning wildly and running into the courtyard. Hei wasn’t going to stop. “I’m not afraid to get Kagé involved in this if you don’t stop, please!” Terror etched her face.
“Hmm… Kagé. Oh dear,” he replied sardonically. Dante was furious with this invasion.
La’liel turned and ran, disappearing as she passed through the menagerie gate.
La’liel found herself in bright white corridors, and disorientated for a moment, began to panic. She bolted wildly away from the door she had just entered through and ran. “Kagé!!” she screamed, too terrified for dignity. The smooth laughter of Hei chased her every step. “Kagé!”
Ahead, she recognised the door of her ex-master, with its mahogany grandeur. Finding herself caught between two of the most terrifying men she knew, she burst through the double door to his office and stumbled to a halt on his Persian rug. Kagé was sat at his desk, stock still and his head tilted to one side. The shocked inquisition in his gorgeous eyes caught her off-guard, and she fell to her knees exhaustedly. He stood silently and glided smoothly across to her, kneeling at her side.
“What happened? Why are you here?” he asked gently, totally unlike the assassin and rapist she knew.
“Hei… He’s coming.” Kagé stood swiftly, drawing a knife from inside his modern-day suit jacket.
“Get behind me. Now,” he snapped, turning to face the door.
“Kagé?” a tentative voice hazarded from behind the ajar door. “Hei… he’s gone…”
“Dante,” Kagé snapped forcefully, reverting back to the cruel man La’liel had known all her life. She began to wonder if she should regret seeking him out. “Clothes, weapons, everything off and on the floor. Now!”
The voice seemed to calm, sounding like Dante once again. “Yes, sir.”
After a matter of seconds, Dante stepped from around the door, hands held harmlessly infront of him. Mistress La’liel gasped, taking in the sight of his scarred and abused body. The perfectly sculpted planes of his muscles were marred and tarnished with an innumerable number of scars, some looking deliberate. Three brands were visible down the left side of his neck and shoulder. A beautiful dragon pendant hung against his collar, catching the light filtering through the window. Visible curling around the edges of his neck and shoulder were tendrils of black ink.
Kagé took three strides across to Dante, and without a word grabbed his wrist, twisting him round and slamming him against the wall, his arm twisted high up his back. He grunted audibly. “If I do this will it make me see who I’m really talking to?”
“This.” Kagé put a pistol to his temple. La’liel watched Dante tense up entirely. His shoulders hunched and he turned his head as far as he could from the gun. The tremor in his body as he silently hid was enough to break La’liel’s trance.
“Kagé stop…” she whispered. He stopped.
“I leave you alone for two days and this is what I come to? Control yourself. I’m changing where you work. I’m posting you in America, New York on Earth. I own a corporation there. Weapons manufacture. I’m starting to do more work on Earth with this business. I can keep an eye on you.”
“But, Jenday? What about–”
“She’ll work in Tymeria. She’s nothing to me. Another assassin.”
“Do not question me, Dante Hatake! Get out, transfer begins tomorrow.”
“My room in Tymeria?”
“Yours to come and go to as you please. You’ll still have contracts there, and other areas of Sector 1 jurisdiction. Leave is as you wish, but you will have more permanent residence on Earth. Now get out, and I will find you tomorrow.”