Torturing the Slave
by Tammy Williams
sackett1@mindspring.com

(Nat/LaCroix, mild s/m)
(LK spoilers, too)
Bondage, cruelty, and sex - what a combo!

This started over on the SKL list during a roll call of where we lived which turned into a thread about donuts *g*. I wrote this mostly for mj since he liked Krispy Kreme donuts (which I love). And he and pat both liked this and thought it would go well over here, so here it is:

This is mostly for mj - who knows good donuts *G*. On Jul 01, 1996 14:38:52, 'michael wayne jackson [mjay@nwu.edu] wrote: I lak 'em bald and glazed, chile. Nothin' get's in the way of that fine taste.

Natalie stood in front of the bed and quickly undressed. Then she opened the box of hot, glazed Krispy Kreme donuts and picked one up. Then she rubbed the donut over her naked breasts, down her smooth belly, and into the hair framed by her long white legs.

She looked at the one on the bed - dressed in a choker chain that was fastened to the bed, handcuffs locking his arms and legs together, and nothing else - and said, "Lick it off, slave."

As the slave squirmed closer to the edge of the bed, Natalie pick up the quirt and smacked him across the back. She turned to look at the tall man standing in the corner, "Are you enjoying this, Master?"

"Yes, I am - hit him again - he's not obeying you," the smoothly wicked voice of LaCroix oozed over her, making her nipples grow taut and hard.

She turned back to the slave on the bed and hit him again, "Do it, slave. Lick it off!" Then she gave him another lash to hasten his obedience.

"Yes, Mistress Natalie, please don't hit me again, I will obey" And then Nicholas wriggled his naked body to the edge of the bed and somehow forced himself to his knees. He then began to lick the sweet sticky glaze from Natalie's breasts, moving oh so slowly down her body for the place he craved to put his tongue.

Oh, the agony of the past few months - LaCroix had staked him but only to disable him. Then he had brought Natalie across and when he told her of how Nicholas was going to let her die, she turned against Nicholas and became LaCroix's favored child and lover. LaCroix had chained Nicholas in the cellar of his house, keeping him weak from lack of blood, while he and Natalie plotted out a course to teach Nicholas a lesson.

Now he was so close to her, to knowing her as he had never been able to when she was mortal. Nicholas's questing tongue started on her neatly trimmed pubic hair, licking the glaze off, easily fighting off the sick feeling the sweet glaze caused in his stomach. Further down, oh so close! Under the mound, just touching the beginning of the fold when she pulled back suddenly, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor at her feet. The chain was pulled tight, almost choking him. "Natalie, please," he begged.

"NO, slave," she sneered. "Master, the slave has made me hot and ready - for you."

LaCroix walked out of the corner, slowly removing his clothing. He stood naked and hard in front of Natalie, pulled her close and kissed her, long, slow, deep. Nicholas groaned as he watched his master push Natalie to her knees where she took LaCroix's cock in her hands, only to guide it to her mouth.

Then he pulled her up and they lay on the bed and began to make love - hot passionate sex. They kissed and stroked and nibbled - making sure to leave the telepathic bond they had with the bound, frustrated Nicholas wide open so that he could not only hear their passion, but feel each touch, each kiss. His mind, never as strong as his master's and now even weaker through lack of nourishment, was easy prey for LaCroix, who made sure to have Nicholas completely under control and aware of everything, as he plunged his thick pulsating rod into Natalie.

Oh, gods, he could feel it - he could feel her tight, slick, hot tunnel flexing to pull LaCroix in more. He could hear her - "Master, oh Master, harder, please!" - in a deep, breathy voice that he had never made her use. No, he couldn't stand it - months of listening to them, smelling them, trying to taste the air - "Oh please Master, make me come, make me scream!" - he pounded his head upon the ground trying to make himself unconcious.

"AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh," Natalie screamed as LaCroix's fangs sunk into her neck, sucking out her blood which tasted of orgasm and gleeful vengeance.

"Come, my child, taste me," he told her and tilted his head to the side to give her plenty of open space on his neck. Natalie bit into LaCroix and the taste of his blood made her go over the edge again and again - and the screams of the bound slave at the foot of the bed made it even sweeter.