SIW: Adam & Bronwille Ch. 09

Chapter Nine : Preparations

Does a happy dance for being back to writing. So much has happened that I simply could not give the story the attention it needed. I'm sure you all agree this one is with emotions going high and low and all over the place. So this chapter had been sitting here for months and months and now I'm happy that I was able to finish this so fast and neatly.

Special thanks to Mazuri and Nulli for giving it a quick once over and more thanks to Mikothebaby for another editing job well done and fast!

There is already more being written as we speak, I'll submit in a timely fashion and I will TRY to keep up a regular posting spree until their story reached its ending.

Now go enjoy the new chapter, be warned some parts may be hard to read, Derrick simply is a bad guy and bad guys do bad things and I will not sugarcoat things for the faint of heart, so be warned.

Bronwille stared at her ceiling. Biting her lip, she still was pondering about what to reply to Atlas. She had been awake for a few hours now but couldn't drag herself out of bed and had just drug her laptop closer to reread the short story he had sent her. Each time she read it she could feel the pain, she could even imagine the sound of the bullets flying around her head.

If Atlas had been in the Vietnam war he must have some years on him. This tiny detail convinced her more of the sincerity that was behind this person. You couldn't write something that true unless you were there yourself.

Propping herself up in bed, she opened up the feedback page and thought about her words a few moments more.

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From RedB to Atlas

Dear Atlas,

There aren't any words that could describe how I felt your pain and anguish in the situation. The title is very fitting and it is very well written.

I like how you portrayed all of the people. I felt LT Bradley shouting at me, the bullets whizzing past me. It's extraordinary how you managed to keep that feel of reality to it. It's like you created a little window to the past and the we, or I, could read how things were in those days.

I'm aware I proposed this hidden challenge, but I never expected you to take it up. However, I am glad you did. Whatever you plan to do with it, it's of excellent quality to already compete with many authors out there. Yes, this is meant as a little confidence booster, we all need one of those once in a while.

There is so much more I'd want to write, but I just lack the words for it. All I can add to this is that I hope this isn't the last of you I'll be privileged to read. It did make me curious how all of this played out. It also makes me question how you were able to live with this for all these years.

On the other hand, I understand your poem even more now. There are so many little things in there that cry out to me and make me realize I'm not the only one that has a haunted legacy.

I'll repeat myself a little here and say I felt privileged you let me read this and I really do hope there is more.

Hope to hear from you soon,

RedB

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Bronwille went over her message one more time and felt she couldn't add more to it and hit send.

She had the urge to just crawl back under her warm blankets and forget about the rest of the day. After yesterday, she thought she would feel more inclined to start her days, but when she saw Atlas' message and story last night, it drained the last of her new found stamina. After a full night's sleep and replying to him, she felt drained.

Checking the time and knowing she didn't have any pressing matters on hand she gave in. Closing down the laptop, she put it back on the floor and snuggled back under her sheets. Emotionally drained, it didn't take long before she drifted off again. Her elusive man occupying her reoccurring dream once more.

+ + + +

Dolores cringed and that was a first for her.

She had seen many things and knew Derrick wasn't the most kind of men, nor gentle. But what she had seen tonight made her rethink why she was here. All this time she had convinced herself that she was a little bit special to him. At least that was what she thought up until tonight. He had forced her to do things she didn't want too.

When she refused he had slapped her, the second time his fist connected with her temple. The third time he broke her nose, knowing it would heal up, but it inflicted a lot of pain nonetheless.

Up to tonight, he had never shared her with the others in his gang but tonight... Dolores never shied away from a bit of fun with more than one other, as long as it was her choice. The night had started somewhat "normal". There was a new initiate who wanted to join the gang. Only the little shit thought he could fool the big boss and his "victim" couldn't hide the pleasure she was receiving.

Mere minutes later the initiate had traded places with his victim and the victim got tied up to a chair. She was placed in such a way that she wouldn't miss a single thing.

That's when Derrick started ordering her about. He forced her to suck the man, made sure he came all over her face, after which the pretend victim was forced to lick every drop. She didn't despise what she did, the thing she hated was being forced to do them on and with someone she didn't even like or know.

She was more than reluctant and even after all the hits she had received, she still wasn't doing fully as ordered. It annoyed the hell out of Derrick and that's when things took a turn for the worse. With a single flick of his wrist, he signaled to kill the initiate. Like a pack of hungry wolves a dozen vampires rushed to the poor man and within seconds he was drained of all blood. Only a thin carcass was left.

With joy, he had warned the fake victim to do as ordered, if not she would end up as the other one. Another flick of his wrist had Dolores on her back, two men on each side holding her down. Derrick had the other woman lick her from head to toe. She fought against the men holding her down. She didn't want this, though licking was second nature to a wolf, this time it just made her cringe.

After that, Derrick told the other girl to straddle her face, she tried to turn her head but got yanked back into place. He appeared next to her and had whispered that she better start obeying properly if she also wanted to come out of this alive. That said, he pulled at her hair himself and brutally shoved her face into the other woman's crotch.

"You better make her cum fast if you want to take another breath soon," his next words registered.

It wasn't often Derrick got up and when he did you'd better listen. Not wanting to push the rest of his boundaries, she started licking the other woman. She sucked her clit, stabbed her tongue inside of her, licked her outer labia, anything she could think of that could get the other one off and herself closer to fresh air. Because fresh air is something she craved right now.

Whatever that piece of shit saw in this little skank she didn't know, but she smelled awful. Dolores felt her own stomach turn and she started to get really afraid now. The little bitch was holding back, she could tell. The skank was getting wetter by the second and she was frantically searching for a way to break her. Guessing the little tramp knew about the other kinds around, Dolores resorted to something she had never done with someone else. She elongated her tongue and started fucking her in earnest.

Inwardly she smiled at her small victory as the skank started moaning now and involuntary started rocking her hips. Dolores repeated the same words in her mind over and over : cum already, little bitch. At long last she felt the woman contract around her long tongue. Not really wanting to taste much more of the tramp she waited and waited until she felt her tense up more and starting to shiver. Retracting her tongue, she now latched onto her clit and kept up a continuous sucking motion till the tremors faded away.

The woman was lifted off of her and she had the strong urge to vomit but she spotted Derrick still next to her, one eyebrow raised. She took a deep breath and swallowed deeply, fighting said urge. Seeing her attempt at composing herself one corner of Derrick's mouth perked up.

"You learn well, my pet. Next time, fight a bit less, I hate reprimanding my pets," he said softly as if he was praising her.

Dolores didn't know what else was in store now, she hoped this would be the end of it. How wrong she was. At the end of the evening she had been used and abused by every male in the room, apart from Derrick. He had just watched as all of the other women one by one were ordered to suck him. No matter how hard they tried, he never came once with any of them, but he had an amused grin on his face, eyes dark with malice and lust.

The dried up corpse of the initiate was disposed of and the shell of a woman that was left of his pretend victim got her life ended in the same fashion. Her pleading cries and whimpers still rang in her ears as four vampires had latch on to her neck and breasts. Derrick just watched and didn't say a single thing. A simple nod made sure the woman was disposed of in the same manner as the other one.

When all the others had left the barn, Dolores still lay on the table. She didn't dare move at this point, afraid of what Derrick would do or say if she did.

Silently he stalked towards her, a finger trailing over her body.

"You really look like a well-used whore right now, the look suits you, don't you agree?"

He continued walking around her.

"There are times I like that look, like tonight. You'll have to learn to play my games, pet. You can be all high and mighty down in the club and think you're all that and be top bitch, but NEVER forget who is in charge!" he chided her.

Dolores felt shivers of fear going through her body. His cold tone wasn't sounding promising and she was convinced that her reluctance was going to get her killed tonight.

Derrick buried his hand at the nape of her neck and twisted her hair in it. Yanking her upwards, he gave a good tug.

"You know where to go to clean yourself up. Be back here in 15 so I can have my bit of fun. 15, not a second more or you have breathed your last breath. Understood?"

Dolores had lost her voice. All she could muster was a small nod. As he let her go she fell to the ground. She wanted a few minutes just to get herself together. Her legs felt weak and she wasn't sure if they would carry her.

"Tic toc, tic toc," he mocked her.

She did her best to stand up and as fast as her legs would carry her she made her way over to the hidden room. The only plus tonight had was that there wasn't a need to undress. Turning on the showers, she didn't even wait for the water to get warm. Getting under the cold water she started to scrub all the dirty cum from her skin. Dolores was scratching so fierce that at places she made tiny bloody scratches. She wanted to get rid of all the dirt, she got lost in her frenzy of getting clean she almost lost track of time.

Dolores opened the door at the same time Derrick was reaching for the doorknob.

"Just in time, two seconds more and you wouldn't have been standing here," he said in a cold voice.

He motioned for her to step past him, his other hand finding a spot near the top of her bottom, guiding her into the room.

She looked around, surprised it was cleaned up and the bench in the middle of it was gone, replaced by several chains hanging from the ceiling and some laying down on the floor. Next to them stood a table, ornamented with a wide variety of whips and paddles and much more things she didn't even recognize.

Derrick chuckled as he gauged her for a reaction to the scene in front of her.

"Be a good little pup and go stand between the chains so we can get started. Don't let me remind you of what happens when you disobey."

Dolores shivered even more. She hadn't signed up for this, she didn't want this. As slow as she dared to go, she scanned the room, unable to find an easy way out. She closed her eyes as she stood in place waiting for what was to come next.

Derrick lifted one arm and bolted the chain in the ceiling. He repeated the same with her other arm, leaving her standing on her tip toes. He then put a bar between her legs which prevented her from closing them. With a smirk on his face he then tied down her legs and connected them to the chains and shortened them so she was stretched out to the maximum.

"What a lovely view you give my, pet," Derrick said, walking around her, petting various parts of her body as he passed or stood still for a second. "Oh I'm going to enjoy making you scream and knowing you have a higher pain level will only make it that more pleasurable for me, pet. Let's get started, shall we?"

Suddenly she felt a hard slap on her butt cheek. A second later a similar one landed on her other cheek. Both slaps had stung, but her stubbornness had prevented her from even letting out a squeak.

"What character," Derrick mused.

Her sensitive hearing told her he was moving around now. She felt a stinging pain on the sides of her breast. She let out a breathless gasp. Her other breast got treated to the same. Dolores thought she was ready for this one but it caught her off guard.

"That was just a warm up, now the real fun starts my pet," Derrick said after several minutes of slapping her all over.

She dared opening her eyes and watched his back as he stood in front of the table, trying to decide which instrument to use first. When he turned around she saw he was holding something similar to a riding crop, only the end of it was more like a small square, a bit of a mini paddle at the end of it. His eyes were dark, but not pitch black, she could see the amusement in them, though she was fully devoid of any feelings towards the person that stood in front of her now.

Dolores was finally starting to realize in what kind of trouble she was in. She tried to get ready for what was to come next, but nothing could have prepared her for the sting she felt as the little square landed solidly on her exposed womanhood. She whimpered softly.

"That's not what I want to hear, pet. Maybe I'm being too soft, what do you think?"

With that he hit her again and this time she yelped more loudly.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he taunted her.

He circled around her, acting like a true predator sizing up its prey. Suddenly he started whipping her, never in the same spot but after number five she held on to the chains as best she could. After ten, she had bitten her lip, not wanting to give him the pleasure of screams of pain. Little did she know, that by trying to be strong, she only made it better for him, making him more determined to break her.

Derrick stood in front of her now, a grin plastered on his normally handsome face. His fingers trailed over a few very red markings on her breasts and inner thighs. Closing his eye, he inhaled deeply.

"I don't care how dry you stay down there," he said as he scraped a long talon over her clit, "just know by the time I'm done with you, I will have fucked every opening you have. I will have drank so much from you, that you will wish that you were dead. But I won't let it come that far, close though. And then I will fuck you again, just like the bitch you are."

Derrick glared at her as he scooped some blood from her split lip with his finger and slowly licked it.

"This, my pet, is the one and only reason you are worth keeping."

His talon scraped her neck and she knew he had made a large gash as he bent down and took his fill from her blood. She fought the urge to give in to his intoxicating venom, but failed as felt her pussy contract involuntary with each pull of her blood that he took. Tears that she didn't know she had cascaded down her cheeks, she didn't dare think of what else he had in store for her. All she knew right now was that she wanted to get away from this place.

Lost in the lusty feeling his venom left behind she screamed when suddenly she felt a nauseating sting on her back, together with the coppery scent of her blood. Please , Luna, let this be over quick, she silently prayed to her goddess. She screamed again as another hit branded her backside.

"That's what I want to hear, now we can have fun!" Derrick's voice sounded dark and evil. He changed the thin short whip for a longer one and took a few steps back to let the length of the whip do its work. He smiled at his own handiwork as he saw more and more blood covering the pale back.

Going back to the table he picked up the next little tool he was going to use on her.

"Let's see how far up the table we get."

On and on her torture went, her screams got louder and louder. Sometime during their "session" Derrick had undressed and was sporting an enormous erection.

"Now we're getting to the fuck part," he said as he lowered the top chains just a little.

"Bend over," he ordered.

Unable to really comprehend what he was saying, Derrick forced Dolores into the position he wanted her in and slammed home in one thrust.

Dolores didn't put up a fight. She had lost the will to scream and she had so much venom in her body that Derrick had no problem sliding into her whether she wanted this or not. All she wanted was this to be over. Her last will broke, she retreated into herself and let her wolf take over, letting her wolf be the strong one.

+ + + +

Adam stood across the street, watching the entrance to the club. The little man from his previous visit wasn't to be seen yet and he wanted to get in smoothly, so he needed a familiar face, not someone who would question his words.

John and Gabriella were at home together with Ed. The only one with him right now was Merlin.

"Don't get yourself worked up now, my friend. Don't worry about me. I already scanned the inside of that place. The one room you have been in was only an outer layer. There are several floors under the main floor and even though you can't see them, there are many floors going upwards, but they are hidden by magic," a soft whisper came to him from an invisible Merlin.

"Easy for you to say, you can play hide and seek."

"I'll never be far away."

"You better be. Aah, it seems it's time to roll, the little man is there," Adam said as he straightened up after seeing the man in question exit the club and position himself next to the guard at the door.

Slowly he crossed the street and he did his best to appear casual. He would prefer to just sneak his way inside and just find this Derrick person and tear apart his little organization from the inside out. But they had a plan and he had to stick to it.

He looked up the few stairs and plastered a fake grin on his face.

"Well hello there, we meet again. Think I can get in right away or do I have to wait in line?" Adam said with much authority in his voice.

"I only make exceptions once, so if you're not on this list, you'll have to wait."

"I better be on there, else Chasey would be disappointed you kept me waiting. He gave me an open invitation to come whenever I felt like it. He's actually expecting me tonight."

The use of first name alerted the man to the importance of the one in front of him. He didn't even want to know his name to double-check his list. He knew well enough if someone was on first name bases with Mister DiSarbonne he wasn't to piss off that person.

"This way, Sir," the little weasel said, opening the velvet rope to let Adam pass.

With a simple nod towards the guard, the door was held open and Adam stepped inside. He stalled a little bit, making sure Merlin had opportunity to get inside as well.

It was still early so it wasn't as crowded as it was the first time.

Adam went for the bar and ordered a closed beer, wanting to make sure his drink wasn't spiked with anything. He was sure the bartender on duty knew of the variety of people attending the club and wouldn't be surprised if some would try some enhancements to get more compliance from their dates. He flicked the top off easily and drank once before turning around and doing a quick scan of the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet.