Chapter Eleven
“How was your trip, sir?” Neil asked Vamar as he walked into the house Vamar had purchased in Damian Sinclair’s name just outside the nation’s capital.
“Very productive,” he answered as he handed the big man his suitcase.
“Did you get her?”
Vamar smiled. “Yes. She is at the training house. Safe, but definitely not comfortable.”
Neil’s eyes glittered with an animalistic hunger. “Is she everything you hoped for?”
“I believe she will be more than I hoped for. Although...” Vamar paused, frowning. “Somehow, her Immortality was awakened before Khyan could retrieve her. I couldn’t read her mind to find out how it happened, which is distressing.” She would be very powerful in his care, but he could sense the potential danger to his plans, as well. He and Khyan would have their work cut out for them to break her before she became too strong to control. “It will be done, though. I have no fear of that.” He nodded to Neil. “She is quite delightful. Amazing pussy and body.”
“I look forward to trying her out once you bring her here, sir.”
Deep in thought, Vamar strode down the hallway. Sabrina was almost completely Immortal, though she had no idea. It had not yet blossomed into maturity, but it had been unleashed through the sexual interaction over the last few weeks. The look of surprise in her eyes when she came for the first time had been fulfilling. Seeing them glaze over as her body soared into the golden fireworks of orgasm had been a treat, one he’d not experienced before. In his millennia of life, it was rare to experience something new. He’d never managed to breed such a perfect specimen and keep her alive before. The Elders had always killed them before they matured. They were dangerous, they said, which was true. But they were also powerful. Between her powers and his own, he would rule the world someday. He just needed to be patient. And persistent.
Vamar walked into his sitting room and closed his eyes as he sank into the plush leather chair that had become his favorite since moving into this house five years ago. It was a comfortable room, decorated in rich creams and deep mahogany. The leather furniture was of the highest quality and comfort. The wooden tables were all heavy and expertly carved. If one looked closely, the sexual nature of almost every carving in the house could be seen. But it was subtle, almost subconscious. Exactly as Vamar liked it.
The white marble fireplace, however, was not subtle. The naked male torsos were beautiful to look at, but even more so were the girls impaled on the large cocks thrusting out proudly from the sculpture. One girl, Tiana, who had been with Vamar for quite some time, had her eyes closed and seemed at peace. She should be, he thought. She spent a lot of time on that cock. Her arms were raised above her head, the ropes around her wrists attached to the almost invisible hook above. Her long blonde hair streamed gracefully down her breasts, which stood out proudly, nipples erect and begging for attention.
The other girl, Steffi, was new and was recovering from an apparently difficult morning. She’d arrived just before Vamar left to see Sabrina and he’d only been with her once before leaving. Neil had taken over her training while Vamar had been gone and it looked like she had finally submitted. Her dark hair was plastered to her cheeks by her tears, her body was bruised and nipples raw.
She was stubborn and had tried to resist Vamar’s instructions on her day of arrival, which she quickly learned was not a good idea.
“Give me your virginity, Steffi,” Vamar said in a low voice, sitting in his chair, erect cock awaiting the girl’s attentions.
Steffi shook her head. Vamar frowned.
“This is your last opportunity, girl,” he growled softly, warning in his eyes. He stroked his stiff cock and stared at the girl, who shook her head again. Vamar grinned and looked at Neil, who stood nearby, and nodded. Neil picked up Steffi, spread her legs apart, and thrust her down upon Vamar’s cock with one hard push. Steffi screamed and tried to escape, but Neil held her down. Vamar closed his eyes and relished in the feel of the tight channel pulsing around his hard cock. This was his favorite moment with a new girl. Being the first inside her body, taking her for himself. Normally, the girls were so scared, they would do as he commanded and timidly sit down on his enormous cock. They would cry and beg to be able to stop, but he would not allow it. They would submit and impale themselves, causing themselves pain, giving joy to Vamar.
Vamar grabbed hold of the girl’s nipples and pinched hard, causing the girl to squeal. She pushed against him, but he held tight, allowing Neil to back away slightly and prepare himself. Difficult girls gave Vamar an excuse to be as cruel as he wanted. Not that he necessarily needed an excuse, but most of the time, he tried to present himself as refined, above the need to torture and abuse. It was more fun to fuck with their minds than their bodies. Bodies healed. Minds usually didn’t. Being kind to them, speaking soft words as he caused immense amounts of pain was his favorite activity.
When Neil removed his pants, Vamar pulled Steffi forward, eliciting a groan. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as Neil began to push his way into her ass. Steffi screamed and tried to escape the painful intrusion, but Vamar held on and stroked her hair as Neil unceremoniously ripped into her body. Vamar groaned in pleasure as the other man’s cock pushed against his own, tightening the already snug opening.
“If you had only listened, little one,” Vamar said, stroking the girl’s back. “You would not be in so much pain right now. In fact, you would most likely be enjoying yourself. But since you are so stubborn, you will not feel any pleasure today.”
He nodded at Neil. The large man’s eyes lit up with excitement as he began to plunder the poor girl’s backside. Vamar let Neil do all the work and closed his eyes, relishing in the girl’s screams. As the pounding continued, the screams became softer. Vamar’s chest was wet with her tears, and he felt more alive than he had in a long time.
A knock at the doorway to the room yanked Vamar from his reverie. Lia, his sister, stood there.
Damian’s sister, he reminded himself. Not mine.
“What?” Vamar growled, annoyed to be pulled from a wonderful daydream.
“Father is here,” she said with a nervous hitch in her voice.
“He is not my father,” he snarled. “He would do well to remember that once in a while.”
Lia bowed her head and clasped her hands in front of her as Vamar stood. “Get the nipple clamps, put them on Steffi, and attach the loose end to the ropes on her wrist,” he said as he walked toward Lia. “Then clamp her clit and start stretching it. It’s far too small.”
Vamar liked prominent clits on his girls. A vulnerable area easily accessed. He didn’t like hunting for the spot he loved to tease and torment.
“Yes, my lord,” Lia said softly and hurried away.