4

An expression of pure disgust consumed Samuel’s face as he and Oscar looked down at Cerie’s naked, sleeping form. Not only was her skin, dry, wrinkled, and grey from head to toe, but her ankles and wrists were tied to the bedposts. She’d struggled against the restraints so much that her flesh was raw almost to the bone.

“She is damn gross,” Samuel spat.

“She has lost a lot of magic,” Oscar said, “but there’s still some in her for the taking.”

Visibly shuddering, the older vampire said with a grimace, “I’m not sure I can do it with the likes of that.”

Raising a brow with surprise, Oscar said, “Really? You do not have to look at her. Just fuck her. Once you are doing it, keep your eyes closed and you will not know the difference. That is what I do.”

“Damn,” Samuel hissed as he unfastened his pants and let them drop to his ankles. “I must be desperate to climb on top of such an ugly old hag. She is nothing but bones and wrinkled skin.”

“What if we put her on her knees and you did her from behind?” Oscar asked. “You would not have to be exposed to as much of her then.”

“You know as well as I do that our bodies have to rub against each other in order for the friction to activate our body energies and the magic to penetrate me,” Samuel scoffed.

“We can always leave her alone for a while until she is able to regenerate her looks,” Oscar said. “Although, if the truth be known, she looked much worse after Rowan finished with her.”

“Worse than this?” Samuel incredulously bellowed as he pointed at the pitiful looking witch.

The vampire’s loud words pounding against her eardrums caused Cerie’s eyes to fly open. Seeing his imposing form standing over her with his pants down and his manhood in his hand, she groaned.

“You cursed vampires are going to kill me. You’re the devil’s spawn,” she uttered with a shaky voice as she cringed deep into the mattress and twisted against cuffs that caused her wrists and ankles to be raw and bloody as they shackled her limbs to the bedposts that they were attached to.

“We have to keep her tied spread eagle. It not only helps to prevent her from using what magic she has left to get free, but it makes mounting her quick and easy. It’s hard enough to get an erection for this disgusting looking crone without suffering a battle of wills besides. I am in and I am out. No fuss, no muss,” Oscar explained. His voice took on a venomous tone as he added, “Not so high and mighty now, are you Cerie?” Turning to Samuel, he said, “The old hag always treated me with contempt. Like I was beneath her or something. I fuck her daily and I fuck her hard so she can know who is better than whom.” Turning back to Cerie, he asked, “How do you like being beneath me, oh high and mighty witch?”

Cerie’s realization of the extent of her captors’ maker’s lack of compassion after he’d listened to Oscar’s bragging hit hard and true when Samuel said with disgust, “I can’t imagine having to climb on top of that on a daily basis. This addiction to magic can be as torturous as it is gratifying.”

She groaned at the realization that another vampire was going to use her body to absorb what little magic she had left through sex. Her only hope was that he wouldn’t be as intentionally vicious as Oscar. It was getting harder and harder to recover from his daily cruel invasions of her womanhood.

“If you use things on me too, I do not know if I will be able to heal from it,” she muttered. “I am not even recovered from yesterday.”

Samuel gave Oscar such an accusing look that the younger vampire was forced to look away.

“She deserves what I do to her,” Oscar defensively said. “She has belittled me for centuries.”

“Make up your mind what you want from her,” Samuel snipped. “Either she dies a slow and tortured death to keep you happy or she lives and services us. What will it be?”

After a long moment of silence while Oscar mulled over these options, he said, “I will stop torturing her. I will just fuck her for her magic.”

“Absorb only as much as you need to get by on or she will never regenerate,” Samuel commanded.

“I will stop the others from taking her blood too,” Oscar volunteered. “They will be a little rough to deal with while they suffer magic withdrawal, but if we want her to regenerate, she cannot manage us all.”

Giving his protégé a quick nod of approval, Samuel lowered his body between Cerie’s thighs. Following Oscar’s advice, he closed his eyes as he pushed his manhood deep inside of her. Without the unappealing visual to ruin the sensation, he soon found the arousal he required in order to stimulate his body enough to absorb her magic.

She’d long stopped receiving pleasure from sex with these vampires, so her magic wasn’t free flowing. This made it a bit more difficult to syphon from her, but not impossible.

“I am only going to take a little from you,” Samuel breathlessly said as he rapidly pummeled her womanhood. “Just enough to take the edge off. We actually want you to get back to your beautiful self, so tell me when to stop.”

“Then, stop,” she moaned in desperation. Her voice sounded staccato as it jerked in unison with her body. “Just stop and take it through my blood. I am still raw inside from Oscar’s abuse. You are hurting me.”

“You are too weak for that,” Oscar objected. “You have given blood to a few of the guards already today. It has to be sex.”

“What makes you think I have not had sex with the guards too?” she bitterly taunted.

“Because no one without a vendetta against you would touch your ugly ass,” Oscar sneered. “Besides, you just said you are still raw from me. Samuel would not be doing it either if it was not for the fact that his witch is heavily pregnant.”

Aware of their conversation, but lost in the revel of magic absorption, Samuel could only grunt in agreement. When he finally felt the sought after high from the magic, he stopped pumping and released his seed. He stayed silent and motionless for the length of time it took to allow the magic to settle in his energy field before pulling his manhood out of her.

“There,” he said as he stood up and repositioned his pants back up around his waist. “That was not so bad, was it?”

Oscar stepped forward and reached for the waist of his own pants.

“I am next,” he eagerly announced.

“No!” Cerie screeched. “I need time before you climb on top of me.”

Seeing how dry and grey her skin looked, Samuel feared they’d lose her before Lila was available.

“We cannot risk losing her,” he hissed as he walked to the door. Stopping to look back at Cerie, he said, “Tell  Cora to put some of that healing cream she swears by inside of her. Then, give her a few hours to let things heal before you take any of her magic.” Scowling, he added, “Do it gently from now on. No torturing, remember! Also, change the locks on this door with only you and me having a key. You cannot trust an addict vampire.”

“I need water and food if you want to keep me alive,” Cerie managed to eke out. “Part of the reason I look so bad is that I am starving and dehydrated. I have had no food or drink in two days.”

Samuel’s eyes went wide with surprise as he shot a look of anger at his underling and growled, “You are not feeding her?”

Oscar shrugged, “I forget. We do not need food like that.”

Turning to stomp out of the room, Samuel bellowed over his shoulder, “Have Cora take care of her from now on. She will be better able to remember the needs of a human.”

Furious by the order that his maker had given him, but unwilling to disobey, Oscar watched Samuel leave the room with a regal flair belonging to a king before he headed off to find Cora.