Embrace Ch. 07

N.B. This chapter gets a lot heavier than those that have gone before, and the sex is pretty violent. It gets me very wet, but if it's not your thing then don't worry the plot will still make sense if you skip it xxx

If it is your thing then I hope you enjoy!

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Astrid is a bright young woman with striking auburn hair and hundreds of freckles. Every second she can Astrid spends outside, fair weather or foul. Her interest in Amelia was once purely platonic. Their shared love of music and freedom to stay up most nights gambling or dancing led to Astrid feeling quite jealous when Amelia seemed to dump her midway through the evening.

Amelia took a long while to trust her friend with even a sniff of the truth. Now there is no mortal retainer she trusts more. Amelia never knew anyone like her in life. Nothing bothers her, nothing disgusts her. Nothing scares her at all. At the same time as they have grown to know each other better. Astrid respects Amelia's peculiarities, and the limits on the time they can spend together.

Tonight, Astrid and her husband are hosting a gathering of free minded individuals. At Amelia's arrival with Eleanor in tow, Astrid's smile must confirm the elder's worst suspicions of what's to come. Sounds also carry from the smoking room that could mean the men's card game is deteriorating into something seedier and more energetic. Amelia doesn't dare let go of Eleanor's hand yet. She smiles a little sheepishly at Astrid and gives her a wink as she hurries Eleanor downstairs to the playroom in the cellar. Astrid stares indignantly after them as they trail snow through her hallway.

"So much potential." Eleanor frets. "What is it you think you will teach me, humiliating me like this?"

Amelia bolts the door behind them and before she can answer the question, Eleanor starts to undress, stripping away layers of courtly finery leaving a trail from the stairs to the four poster bed in the centre. That bed is the least intimidating piece of furniture in this room, but it is the only thing designed with a vampire's potency in mind. They will have to abstain from the beautifully made stockade, the well worn saw horse, the narrow little bench that Astrid loves so much. Amelia knows they would be kindling in no time with Eleanor's strength.

Eleanor lies down in the middle of the bed like a virgin bride, stiff as a board with her knees spread.

"You could at least try to relax." Amelia says, a little hurt.

"Fucking well make me."

"Alright." Amelia walks around to the little nightstand by the wall. "If that's what you need." She carefully washes her hands clean of all traces of Eleanor's vitae. Then she picks up the carpet bag she prepared last night and sets it beside the bed with a metallic clink. Eleanor's eyes snap up to meet hers defiantly.

Amelia takes control, pushing with both blood and will. Felix is her sire. The ancient monster made her well.

"Keep your beautiful eyes on mine, Eleanor. Keep them wide open for me. I need you to listen."

The angry edge softens significantly as Amelia speaks.

"This is a safe place for us. So you can take the night off from worrying about the anarchs and the tremere and the nosferatu. The only people welcome are those I have invited. You summon no one. Understand?"

"Completely." Eleanor answers sharply. "Please get on with it."

"Not so fast." Amelia pauses. Eleanor's eyes stay on hers as ordered, wide open and unblinking. "I might not have my hands on you, I might not be staring into your eyes, but you've already given me everything I need. I'm already inside you, Eleanor. So open out your legs as wide as you can, throw open your arms. Do it now, and keep yourself open for me tonight.

"To think I had such high hopes for you." Eleanor laments as she reaches out stiffly to all four corners of the bed.

"Perfect." Amelia moves purposefully, fastening leather lined steel cuffs around Eleanor's slender wrist and ankles. They have been custom crafted, forge welded onto the mighty chains by the same artisans that constructed the emperor's long guns. They are cleverly set into a two tonne block of polished stone, which Amelia now reveals by roughly pulling away all the sheets and feather mattresses. Only a stout sail cloth separates Eleanor's naked back from the cold stone, and her arse rests directly on the block. She yelps in surprise.

"What is this!"

Amelia takes a step back and savours this moment as Eleanor has an experimental wriggle.

"Don't fret love." Amelia adjusts a little mechanism well out of Eleanor's reach, and the chains pull a little bit tighter "If anything untoward happened I could free the chains from the granite with a simple lever. Not the bracelets, mind." She smiles sheepishly. "Definitely need the keys for those. Now I have heard enough from you. Open your mouth as wide as you can and keep still." Amelia commands.

It's worth taking time to appreciate the beauty of this, Amelia sighs. Eleanor's indignant expression, her brow furrowed even as she must keep her eyes and now her mouth wide open. It's a relief for Amelia to assert herself, commanding obedience by blood.

The elder gives a little whimper as Amelia sets a polished marble ball as far back as it will penetrate, and fastens the gag tightly in place. The gag's opal colour and swirling pattern contrast the luscious red ring Eleanor's lips make. The gold chain makes it look like obscene jewelry. The thick buckle out of sight hidden by flowing black tresses.

Now that lovely face finally becomes the picture of fear.

"Steady now." Amelia says gently. "It's worth pushing it back away from your teeth. Don't want to mess up your smile now, do I?"

Eleanor shakes her head just a fraction, and her barely understandable reply sounds almost respectful.

Amelia cups Eleanor's heavy breast with one hand and rolls the teat gently.

"Be honest darling." Amelia says. "You can barely feel that, right?"

Eleanor grunts her affirmative.

"I'm the same. It's sad, don't you think?"

Silence.

"Well we can't have silence for 'no'." Amelia smiles down at the newly helpless vampire. "Two for 'no', if you please."

Indignation comes through strongly as Eleanor makes a single sound in reply. The numbness of the kindred condition is sad. But if it can't be overcome, it's not worth complaining about.

"Very soon I am going to make myself and my lovers an offering to you, Eleanor. I think it's a shame that the price we pay for resilience and beauty is the loss of sensation."

A single little moan is Amelia's reward as she drags her nails firmly against Eleanor's ribs.

"You like that?" Amelia asks.

Silence.

"Alright. I will take silence for yes."

Amelia walks around the bed and Eleanor's defiant expression softens. Amelia rests a hand against the sole of Eleanor's foot. She presses her nails firmly against the skin as she kneels up on the bed frame, and scratches up the inside of Eleanor's shapely calf, up the undeniably less toned flesh of her thigh and is rewarded by a little gasp as she drifts too close to the soft mound of black hair.

"Well I understand better than you would hope."

Amelia teases her fingers through the tangle of little curls and smiles as Eleanor shakes her head.

"You think you saved me from the lion's mouth." Amelia grasps a handful of short hairs and gently rags from side to side. "To this day you believe she blood bound me, don't you?"

Eleanor doesn't answer, but her expression is pained.

"Meryem was the love of my life." Amelia stops pulling and pets Eleanor's mons gently as she speaks. "I wish I could tear this city to the ground."

The chains clink as Eleanor nods and makes a single insistent, exasperated moan. Amelia snatches her hand away. For a moment, she can't stand to look at Eleanor as her own anger flares. She walks back to the little bag and puts on a pair of black cotton gloves, takes out a pair of strange grey candles and lights them from the lamp. She stands with one in each hand at the head of the bed looking down at the now wide eyed Eleanor.

"Well you saved me from myself. And you saved me from Catherine, and Wolf-Dietrich. You protected me from the tremere for her. That's the reason you're not about to be set on fire. Nevermind the candles. Look at me."

Eleanor does that. Amelia almost loses her resolve to see the grief mirrored in those red rimmed eyes.

"Don't close them. Don't look away. Do you feel it now? I loved her, Eleanor."

Of course she does. The pain is always real. In quiet moments, away from the distraction of each day, there's Meryem's face, contorted in frenzy. There is hope fleeing away. And Eleanor took so much of Amelia's vitae, the grief and the guilt claw at her now and she wails a single unintelligible word through the gag.

"It's alright." Amelia says gently. "Not everyone is here yet, it takes time to gather people together at such short notice. And you know I will keep my promise to you, Eleanor. I will remind you what happiness and pleasure feel like. But it's like building up a tapestry. The final picture is more beautiful when you begin with a dark colour.

"I really need to hurt you, Eleanor. You need to feel it. Will you keep your eyes wide open?"

The little sound Eleanor makes is adorable, Amelia wants to hear it again.

"Do you trust me?"

There it is. Deep in her throat like a moan of desire and all at once a whimper of submission. There's always the threat of frenzy. Hopefully the chains would hold, but it would spoil the moment.

"Stay with me, Eleanor. This is my gift to you."

Amelia let's the first drop fall onto the skin of Eleanor's eyebrow. The wax smells strongly of lye, even over the pungent clove oil. The eye stays open as Eleanor suppresses a whimper, but since the elder rarely bothers breathing, the little hiss of dismay is enough to make Amelia pause and smile encouragingly.

She hovers the toxic little taper above Eleanor's nipple instead and taps a few drops onto it.

"There's my brave girl now, eyes on mine, Eleanor."

The tight little breaths come faster as Amelia brings the flame back, dripping a trail up Eleanor's skin, this time a lot closer to the surface. The wax hardens and burns with a steady heat, even when cool. Amelia has never dropped it deliberately into anyone's eye before, but Eleanor's fortitude is several orders of magnitude greater than Amelia's. Still, she starts with one side only. You never know, this batch might be stronger.

The wax clings to the long lashes and pools just like tears, running down the side of her face and into her hair as she writhes in pain.

"Beautiful." Amelia breathes as Eleanor screams.

It's all her suffering, no frenzy at all. She holds her body wide open in offering, even her hands are open in submission. Amelia layers more wax over the first poor nipple, the scream fades back to panting and moaning and Amelia holds back again, waiting for Eleanor to collect herself.

"My god, you're exquisite." Amelia breathes. "Is that enough? Do you want me to stop?"

Eleanor bursts into tears.

Amelia plants a kiss on the unharmed teat and runs her tongue around it before nipping tiny holes all around it with her fangs. She punctures the skin gently, almost lovingly, but draws no vitae. Eleanor thrusts her hips and throws back her head, a deep moan escapes her stuffed mouth.

"I didn't think so." Amelia moves lower. Eleanor's weeping threatens to return as Amelia plies open her lower lips with the blunt end of the half spent candle. She leaves it there, propped up precariously against the vampire's body, the flame less than an inch from Eleanor's most sensitive place.

"If I were you," Amelia says gently, "I would try my very hardest to keep still. Are you ready?"

A single moan is Eleanor's affirmative.

The determined self control is almost perfect. A shrill wail is impossible to suppress as the lye hits the sensitised nipple. Eleanor screams her heart out as Amelia finishes the job of temporarily blinding her with caustic wax. The bound woman is almost vibrating with the effort of maintaining stillness. Without warning, Amelia pulls the free end of a rope hanging down the edge of the four poster. Chains rattle as the sailcloth beneath Eleanor's back becomes a sling to hoist her up. The candle falls away from her body as her knees are pulled apart and her bottom lifts off the stone, chained hands and feet pinned down.

Amelia gently pulls one corner to set Eleanor swinging and rescues the little candle.

"Now I have you right where you belong."

She plays the tiny shaft between Eleanor's labia, rubbing the irritating wax into the folds of skin before snuffing the candle out against the dark flesh and firmly pushing it inside.

Eleanor was expecting it of course. She relaxes into the bondage as Amelia rocks her in the sling, but her toes curl as the cruel chemicals sting her sensitive flesh. As she sobs quietly, and her body slips on and off the tiny shaft, Amelia is fascinated by the corresponding flex in the little rim of her arse.

"You knew this was coming darling. You thought that this was all I wanted, but it really is only a little tease, barely a prick at all."

Eleanor moans in shame as she is fucked at last, but there is the forbidden joy in this surrender. If only she could imagine what is to come

Amelia forces the candle in so far that it can no longer be seen, and slides the second candle up beside it and there is no resistance at all as she stows them deep enough to vanish, just a juddering gasp of acceptance.

"Oh dear." Amelia laughs. "Greedy girl. I shall have to find something better to fuck you with. Now then. I know how ashamed you are of your nakedness sweet Eleanor, but you know damn well how deeply it pleases me, so even though I have to step outside, you keep yourself wide open for me."

Eleanor's simple affirmation, a low moan, sends a shiver down Amelia's spine.

Amelia swats Eleanor's pussy firmly and sets her swinging as she pulls the curtains carefully into place to hide the humiliating spectacle.

Upstairs the card game in the smoking room has become a six man orgy, and Astrid is leaning against the door frame watching her husband dominate her brother's face. She's sipping sweet syrupy wine from a tiny glass as she enjoys the spectacle.

Amelia stands beside her for a couple of seconds while Astrid pretends not to notice.

Amelia clears her throat with a little smirk.

"What happened to your friend?" Astrid says coldly.

"That's her. The one I told you about."

The mock aloofness is gone in an instant.

"You could have said that!"

"I'm disappointed I had to."

"I thought she looked a bit too normal for this party." Astrid muses. "So, you've tied her up, gagged her and blindfolded her. And you've hoisted her up in that ridiculous contraption, which is amazing for fucking, by the way, it's wasted on someone like that. And now..." Astrid presses Amelia up against the door frame, "she just hangs there all alone listening while we make an absolute mess of you? Where's Sylvie?"

"I expect she'll be along any time now. She should be bringing Leo and the twins."

"I hope dear Eric has something left in him after this. I know you said regulars only for your kinky royal tryst, but a lot has happened since we last spoke." Astrid seems eager to show her something. Amelia can hardly refuse while they're held up waiting for guests, so they head upstairs to Astrid's bedroom. "Confession time," Astrid says a little smugly, "I've always been a bit jealous of your cousin. I mean jealous of you, rather, to have such a dirty woman in your house. Come," she beckons.

A woman is leaning across Astrid's bed. It takes Amelia a moment to work out that the woman is trying to fold a sheet up using only her mouth. She is likely using her mouth because her hands are bound behind her. Her clothes are a little haphazard, corset pulled down to expose her neat little breasts, skirts tied up to reveal her bare lower legs and feet. It takes the woman a few seconds to clamber onto her knees and shuffle over to Astrid. Amelia watches curiously as Astrid pets her upturned face.

"So it's an even stranger thing than you think," Astrid continues. "She's Simon's new wife."

The woman gazes adoringly up at Astrid. She doesn't seem at all troubled being half naked in company.

"That's nice?" Amelia smirks, "I agree strange but really, what on earth, seriously. Do you always keep her like this, or is this one of your little games?"

"She's been living here for two weeks now. I mean, Eric is having some sort of crisis. You know how possessive some men can be."

"Sounds complicated." Amelia scratches her head.

"Well, Simon will be disinherited if he doesn't provide an heir, my family aren't stupid. Poor Eric is struggling to accept it, but he says he's happy for Simon to keep a wife if we all share her. Well it's not a problem for me, and you're getting used to the idea, aren't you sweetie?"

Astrid doesn't expect an answer but simply offers her fingers to the girl's mouth to fellate.

"Her name is Carmen." Astrid continues, "and so far, only Eric and Simon have buggered her because she's scared of my strap on." Astrid giggles. "Aren't you, my little bitch?"

"Uh uh." Carmen nods as Astrid makes her gag.

"Eric kind of crashed their honeymoon." Astrid says sheepishly. "He brutalised your arse a bit, didn't he, pet? Made you nervous."

Carmen keeps her eyes on Astrid's but they have a pleading edge as the girl nods.

"What do you think?" Astrid presses Amelia for her opinion but the vampire struggles to find the words.

Eric is mad about Simon, their odd relationship was the foundation for this whole crazy arrangement. That's no excuse for harming his lover's bride, but it's a predictable controlling response.

"You already know how I feel about forcing people," Amelia says carefully. "And you know what Leo is like. Will this suit her? Honestly?"

"We're not forcing her. Carmen, you don't want to be left out do you?" Astrid slows the ravishment of the girl's mouth to allow her the chance to grunt no and shake her head. "Of course we don't keep her like this all the time. The thing is, look at her now, she looks so turned on, just from doing my dirty work all tied up."

Astrid lets the bound woman go, and Carmen moves right back to tidying the room with only her mouth. Astrid leans across to Amelia and says quietly, "She barely orgasms. Ever. I have tried, you know? It's so weird. I don't think she ever even touched herself before."

Amelia shakes her head incredulously, "It's almost like she needs something different than you, eh Astrid? Have you gone stark raving mad?"

Astrid is immune to shame. Sometimes it's infuriating.

"Aright. It had occurred to me that she might not be suited to tonight's entertainment but what else can I do?"

"She seems happy enough up here playing house with you. Perhaps an orgy is taking it too far, but it's your responsibility to decide, Astrid. Not mine."

Carmen looks across at Amelia with a shy smile. It doesn't look like a cry for help but who knows? Amelia shakes her head and decides to give Astrid the benefit of the doubt. The woman can be so fixated on her own fulfillment sometimes. More like a man in many ways, but she means the girl no harm.

"Most people don't have to cream themselves every second minute to find loveplay enjoyable," Astrid grumbles. "We're the strange ones."

Amelia giggles, "I'll wager she's getting more enjoyment out of this game than a fair few newlyweds have from the first two weeks of marriage. Though I am worried about the four of you. For the future that is."

"Well I'm not going to worry about that tonight." Astrid shrugs. "Let's get dressed."

Astrid always spends an age putting on makeup and doing her hair, whatever the occasion. Amelia doesn't see the point, it only ends up smeared everywhere, but it's sensible to pause and take stock. In any case, Carmen needs assistance putting on the cute little outfit Astrid has laid out for her.