En cours de chargement...
It is the dead of night and Jane is about to be raped in an alleyway in London's dodgy East End. A handsome stranger will save her life; a stranger by the name of Nathanial who happens to be a vampire. And so begins their tumultuous relationship, culminating in Jane being forced to make the toughest decision of her life; become a vampire or die. WARNING:This 13, 500 word erotic love story has strong horror elements.
It contains graphic depictions of bloody violence and BDSM vampire sex. EXCERPT:With every ounce of mental strength she possessed, she opened her eyes. It took a few seconds for her brain to comprehend what her eyes were seeing and that she was lying on her side on dark, polished floorboards in a brightly lit room. And that her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were bound together. Her back felt weird and stretched, like it was arched.'What the hell?' she went to say but it came out incomprehensible and muffled as something had been shoved in her mouth.
Bodacia lay close to her, just arm's length away. Not that either of them had the use of their arms. Jane surveyed the elaborately knotted rope that wound around her naked body. Her stomach churned in horror as she took in the full detail. She had seen this type of rope work before, but only in hardcore fetish photography. A knot of rope nestled between Bodacia's breasts, then went up to wind around her neck.
Her tits poked out between gaps in the rope. The length of rope that was wound around her neck was joined to her wrists behind her back and stretched taut, forcing her back into an extreme arch. Her wrists, in turn were joined to her ankles by a tight line of rope. The cleft of her waxed pussy was clearly visible and her tits jutted prominently. A ball gag was in her mouth. But the biggest horror of all came with the realisation that she was in exactly the same predicament as Bodacia.
She screamed into the ball gag and thrashed uselessly on the floor. The more she thrashed, the more her back ached and her shoulder blades sung out in a sharp, stretched pain. Any movement also caused the rope to dig painfully into her neck, strangling her. She screamed into the ball gag and thrashed uselessly on the floor. The more she thrashed, the more her back ached and her shoulder blades sung out in a sharp, stretched pain.
Any movement also caused the rope to dig painfully into her neck, strangling her. She wondered how long they could stay like this before the blood ceased to flow through their limbs. And what then? Was this how she was going to die? A sob of complete despair and terror lodged in her throat. Bodacia opened her eyes. Jane watched helplessly as she went through the exact same mental process she had undergone.
Once she reached the struggling stage Jane screamed into her ball gag and shook her head as much as the rope would allow. Don't struggle, she tried to say with her eyes, you'll just hurt yourself. It seemed to work because Bodacia lay still. Her chest heaved and her body was sheened in sweat. Her eyes were bulging in terror above the ball gag and Jane knew she must look as wild and terrified as Bodacia did.
Jane flinched in terror when she heard the door opening. But she was far from surprised on seeing who was silhouetted in the doorframe. It was the good looking creep from the club. The heavy strains of a Cradle of Filth song flowed into the room with him, and her heart gave a hopeful lurch. Maybe there were other people in the house. Maybe someone would come to their rescue. He shut the door so the music was just a muffled bass beat again.'Hello ladies, ' he drawled, 'I'm glad you're awake.'