Amelia drew the sash tighter around her waist and felt a heavy weight in one pocket. She smiled. She had an answer for their new blood queen.
As the Watchers filed out of the room, Amelia approached Rae, who lay slumped over the bloody mess that had been Peter.
Amelia ran her fingers down the other woman’s spine, gently tracing the bones beneath the skin. Rae looked up, strands of hair trailing across her cheek, matted with a mix of tears and blood.
“Let me help you down,” Amelia suggested, and Rae accepted her hands, sliding her legs to the floor. Rae stood still, her face blank.
“Are you okay?” Amelia whispered. “That was intense.” The room had completely emptied; even Kharon had left. Slowly, Rae nodded.
“I killed him,” Rae said. “I really did.”
With one hand, Rae ran her index finger slowly over her left breast, smearing a thick trail of blood there in the few white spots that remained, until the white of her tit was fully painted in Peter’s death. When she looked up again, she was smiling.
“And I liked it,” Rae said.
Amelia nodded. “It’s a kick, isn’t it?”
Rae’s eyes welled up. “But I killed him,” she said again.
Amelia took Rae into her arms and hugged her. “I know, baby,” she said. “And I know what you need now.”
Rae looked up from her shoulder, eyes a mess of black mascara and smeared blood. “What?”
“You need a little of what you gave,” Amelia said. She walked to the wall near the door where a rack of whips and weapons stood. She picked up a small flogger with its black leather straps, each one capped by a small barb of metal.
“You’ve been a bad girl,” Amelia said, holding the flogger up for Rae to see. “So I’m going to have to punish you.”
Rae’s eyes widened, and then she nodded. Her knees felt weak, and something inside her thirsted for a taste of the pain she’d just delivered.
Amelia kissed her and then commanded, “Turn around.”
Rae put her hands on the edge of the stone table where Peter’s body lay and stiffened as Amelia’s hand slapped her ass. The other woman spanked her a dozen times with the palm of her hand, gradually increasing the force until the flesh reddened. Then she stopped and cupped one of Rae’s butt cheeks in her palm and squeezed, tightly.
“I see why Kharon likes you,” Amelia said. “So sexy, seemingly so innocent but…so evil. You’re deceiving.”
Amelia hit her again across the ass, this time with the back of her hand. And then Rae shivered as the first bite of the lash scored her back. The pain was perfect. She closed her eyes and let the red wash over her mental vision. The leather stung and then burned and then ripped…she could feel blood begin to drip across her flanks as Amelia surprised her with each slap. The heat moved from her back to her ass to her thighs. And then Amelia stopped.
“Turn around,” Amelia said.
Rae faced her and Amelia pushed her backwards until Rae’s ass touched against the cold edge of the stone table. Then Amelia slapped her across the face.
“Slut,” she said.
She slapped her again, harder.
“Bitch.”
And again.
“Whore.”
“Murderer.”
Amelia’s eyes were bright, and her robe undone. Rae saw the sweat glistening between her breasts. Her tummy was slick with it, and her sex was swollen and ready. Amelia stepped forward and grabbed Rae’s hair with her hand. She pulled on it until Rae cried out, and then she forced Rae to her knees and stifled her complaints with her crotch.
“Drink deep,” Amelia said, smothering Rae’s upturned face between her legs. Rae did, licking hungrily as Amelia used her, knocking Rae’s head repeatedly against the stone. And then Amelia pulled back and yanked Rae up to her feet again by her hair. “Lay next to him,” Amelia said.
Rae lay back on the table, her head just beneath the dead man’s arm.
“I have a present for you,” Amelia said and reached into her robe’s pocket. She withdrew a long imitation of a human cock. “I want you to lie there and do nothing,” she said. Amelia pinched one of Rae’s nipples between her fingers, pulling it until the skin of the breast stretched flat. With her other hand, she moved the fake phallus between Rae’s thighs. Rae spread her legs to help, pushing against Peter’s dead body to gain room on the table.
“Oh my God, is that good,” Rae moaned, as Amelia slowly worked the head of the thing inside her.
“It’s going to get better,” Amelia promised.
“Yes, it is,” a voice said from the doorway.
Kharon.
Amelia’s chest tightened.
“Take it out,” he suggested quietly.
Amelia pulled the phallus back and winced as Kharon stepped up to the table and pinched one of her well- scarred breasts just as she’d pulled on Rae’s.
“I have a different idea,” he said, motioning for Rae to get off the bloody table. “Take her place,” he said.
Amelia shook her head. “Thanks, but I don’t feel like it right now,” she said.
“Now,” he said.
Amelia climbed onto the table and lay back, closing her eyes.
“Help me,” he said to Rae, and together they bound her to the table with the chains that had been used on Peter. Amelia’s left arm was bent across the dead man’s chest and her left leg shoved Peter’s limbs almost off the table.
Kharon handed the heavy phallus to Rae. “Fuck her with this,” he said simply.
Rae was confused about the demand for turnabout, but she complied, pushing the thing into Amelia’s wet nether lips. The other woman resisted, clenching her muscles against the intrusion, but she was too damp to deny it. Rae thrust the phallus inside her, as Amelia begged for her to stop.
“Please…don’t…please…don’t,” she said. Rae couldn’t fathom why Amelia was trying to refuse the pleasure.
Kharon stood next to Rae with his arm loosely around her naked waist as he rebuffed Amelia’s pleas.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded again and again.
And then he bent close, and Rae could smell the strong excitement on him. He whispered in her ear and then asked, “Do you understand?”
Rae nodded, and he pointed at the end of the phallus, where a metal loop extended. “Now,” he said.
Rae slipped a finger through the metal loop as she pushed the phallus deep inside Amelia with her other hand. And then she pulled the loop, like a rip cord.
Hard and fast, just like Kharon had told her.
Amelia’s scream was deafening.
“Don’t stop,” Kharon said. He reached around Rae’s back and fondled her breast as she continued to move the toy in and out of Amelia. But the woman on the table thrashed against her chains. Her initial screams were now horrible, harsh gasps of pain. Rae felt her fingers grow wet and warm, and looked to find them covered in blood.
“Pull it out,” Kharon said.
Rae pulled, but the thing seemed to stick inside of Amelia. “I can’t,” she said. “It won’t move.
