Taking an Amazon - Chapter Seven

Blood and Betrayal: Taking an Amazon

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Warning - these excerpt contains a scene of a male being punished and sexually used by another male and two females.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Days later, in the dungeon of his mansion, a leather clad Ivan glared down at the slave whose skin was being burned with hot wax. Chris would have begged Ivan for mercy, but his mouth was filled with a penis shaped gag with a hole in it. The only sounds coming out were moans and occasional screams, which sounded more like whistles through the gag, as the red wax found a tender part of his body.

"I'm disappointed in you, Chris." Ivan gently moved the light brown hair out of theway exposing Chris's green eyes. Tears flowed freely down the slave's face and Ivan bent to lick his cheeks. "Never in your taste, though."

Two naked women on either side of Chris administered the punishment. They were both tall and blond, with curvy figures and brown eyes. Since Ivan had become obsessed with Star, he only acquired female slaves that resembled her.

Stepping back, Ivan admired the way Chris was displayed for him. His long and lean slave was spread on his back, on a table that was just over a yard high. His arms were perpendicular to his body. It was a typical crucifixion position, maintained by chaining his wrists to long boards that came from beneath the table. His legs were bent, spread and locked into place with heavy silver cuffs. Though the wrist and ankle cuffs were lined, they were hard and unyielding. A fucking machine was placed before Chris and a large dildo sawed in and out of his anal track. The machine was set to random speed changes and every now and then, Chris squealed from the force of the thrusts.

To further remind him of his vulnerability, his penis and balls had been trapped in a painful cinch by a rubber cock ring called the "Gate of Hell". Three straps went around the shaft, one around the base and one up and through the balls, separating them and increasing his agony. Chris was thoroughly mortified to be in this position. Especially when one of the girls would playfully slap at his hard shaft.

The wax wouldn't have been too much of a punishment by itself, but this was the second treatment. The first time, the girls had used a salon wax and carefully removed any hair from below his neck down to his hips. When they pulled the hair from his armpits, Chris earned the gag. Though Ivan found his slave's incoherent pleadings amusing, the girls complained about the noise.

Ivan coldly watched Chris squirm as the girls tipped the candles and dripped wax onto his nipples. His slave's skin was now far too sensitive for the wax, yet Ivan wanted him to hurt. Earlier, Ivan had brutally used a heavy whip on Chris's back. Whenever he squirmed, the pain from his back, mingled with the pain of the wax, the machine and the cock ring.

Chris was suffering, but Ivan wasn't ready to end it. Though Chris could block his mind from Ivan and was often punished for that offense, he was on the punishment table for another reason. Today, he had the audacity to attempt to leave the mansion. It was the ninth time Chris had tried to escape this year and Ivan intended it to be his last.

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At 18, Chris was already a powerful mage when the two dark sorcerers Ivan kept on his staff had captured him. A friend who taught at the school for wizards and witches had brought the young man's powers to Ivan's attention.

It had been easy enough to request a meeting with the boy, easy to fool his professors into thinking that Chris would be staying with relatives for the summer before he went to college. Ivan had disguised himself as a family member, even modifying his shape to appear more like the boy. He assumed the identity and form of one of Chris's uncles and no one was the wiser. The moment Chris had entered Ivan's limousine his freedom ended. Ivan's two mages fastened a set of ensorcelled cuffs onto his wrists and his slavery commenced.

In the beginning, the men had been merciless in their goal to break Chris for their master, almost killing him in the process. He was denied food for days on end. The lack of sustenance drained his energy, weakening him, but not his will. After a month, Ivan stepped in and took over his slave's training.

Chris learned the hard way that Ivan could be just a merciless as the two dark magicians. And Ivan wanted far more. He wanted Chris to be both a pleasure slave and perform feats of magic for him. When he refused, Ivan fed him the last thing Chris wanted. His blood.

Now, a year later, still fighting his slavery, Chris had tried and failed again to combat the older sorcerers. They had caught him trying to leave by walking out the front door. Chris had "borrowed" a butler's outfit and used a glamour to change his image. The spell would have worked if the house hadn't been warded to keep Chris inside. The second his foot crossed the threshold, a net dropped from thin air to hold him in place. When the sorcerers brought Chris to Ivan, he wouldn't speak or look at his master. He was ashamed at having been caught.

Downstairs, in the dungeon, Chris had been placed face forward onto a free standing St. Andrews Cross and buckled in. A snarling Ivan walked behind the cross and framed Chris's face with his large hands. Chris looked into his master's eyes and fought the urge to scream. Ivan terrified him, because deep inside his soul, Ivan was a sadist. Chris discovered he liked Ivan's demon essence more than his human self. At least with the demon, Chris could find compassion.

"My boy toy wanted to leave."

As he often did, Ivan made it a statement instead of a question. Chris searched deep into Ivan's eyes and tried to find the demon essence that might forgive him. It wasn't coming to the rescue. No one was.

"This is the last time, boy. The last time I want to punish you like this."

"Liar!" Chris accused in a loud voice. "You like to hurt me. You get off on it."

He struggled to break free of his bonds, but only succeeded in further exciting Ivan. Ivan caught Chris by the back of the neck and held his hair tightly.

"Be still boy and apologize. I do like to hurt you, but not to punish you."

"I don't understand."

"I know."

Ivan bent his head downward to capture Chris's mouth with his own. Out of both fear and love, the young man returned the kiss with a skill and ardor he didn't possess before he met Ivan. Captivity under the extreme emotional and physical duress imposed by Ivan's "training" had twisted Chris's sanity until he now had the love/hate relationship with his captor known as the Stockholm Syndrome. Pleasing Ivan was no longer just a matter of the fear of punishment, but also a burning need to please his captor.

Chris found himself wanting the kiss, wanting to give into his master's desires. He was tired of fighting, tired of rebelling. Why had he tried to run away? It seemed important at the time, yet the urge to escape was fading as Ivan's desire for Chris increased.

Ivan had changed his grip and was lightly holding Chris's hair. He abruptly pulled back and Chris looked at Ivan through glazed eyes. He had invoked his will over the young man, for Chris there was nothing but Ivan. The vampire bit his own wrist and pressed the bloody wound to Chris's lips.

"Drink, boy," he pushed lightly and Chris tried to fight the compulsion. Instead, he bit into Ivan's wrist and caused more blood to enter his mouth. While Chris lapped at the wound, Ivan spoke to him. "That's right. Do you understand now?"

Swallowing gave him a profound sense of relief and so he did. His master wanted him to drink, to be one with him. It was a gift. He should want this. Shouldn't he? Yes, because his master was with him, becoming a part of him.

"You see, Chris, I don't want to punish you." Ivan's voice was weaving a spell between them, his blood further bonding them together. Chris's will had once been strong, but now it wasn't strong enough. Ivan was chanting, securing his power over the young magician. "My blood in your blood, your blood in my blood, my desire is your desire. You are my pet. You are with me, because I want you here. Your only desire is to please me always."

Gently, Ivan removed his wrist from Chris's mouth. Chris licked his lips, the coppery flavor soothing. A finger under Chris's chin caused him to raise his eyes. His master looked sad. Chris had hurt him somehow, but he couldn't remember what he had done.

"Say it, Chris. You're sorry you called me a liar and you won't run away again."

"I'm sorry, master. I'm here to please you."

"Yes, you are. Let's get your punishment out of the way."

Chris tilted his head in confusion. "Punishment? You have to punish me?"

"Yes, boy. To remind you that you don't ever want to leave me. Bad things happen to you when you try to leave me."

Mind clearing, Chris heard the menace in his master's voice, saw the anger in his e

. What had he done? He'd tried to escape! The afternoon escapade came rushing back into his consciousness and Chris shook with terror. Ivan stalked across the room and chose a heavy bullwhip.

"No, please, Master, not that!" His voice cracked with his hold on sanity. Before there had been Ivan and his kiss, now there was nothing but unbridled fear. Chris was terrified that Ivan would beat him to death. He struggled in his bonds, but he wasn't going anywhere. "I'll be good!"

Saying nothing, Ivan swung the whip. Chris screamed and begged for forgiveness, for his life, for mercy. Ivan shook his head and drew back for another blow. The second blow had Chris screaming at the top of his lungs. Gasping for air and seeing spots before his eyes, he began to hyperventilate.

Ivan stepped forward and nuzzled Chris's neck. His large body pressed against Chris's back, effectively holding him in place.

"Hush, breathe," Ivan whispered. "Shhh, it will be over soon. You won't try to leave me again. Will you?"

Chris shook his head, "No, Master."

"Eighteen more, then I'll put you on the table. I won't even make you count."

Eighteen? He'd never make it. Ten was the most he'd ever managed from this particular whip. Chris looked forward and tried to still his body, to keep the terror at bay. Eighteen. Shit!

Ivan waited until Chris quieted then stepped away. He raised the whip and hit him again. For the next eight blows, Chris hollered, begged, moaned and pleaded with Ivan. After that, Chris couldn't scream anymore. He struggled for air, unable to bear the whipping with grace. The vampire was relentless, his arm never faltering, the blows raining faster and faster. Chris lost count at fifteen and fainted.

After the eighteenth blow, Ivan cleaned the blood from Chris's back with his tongue. Treating the areas he licked with his curative saliva, he made sure that all the broken skin was closed and healing before untying his slave and spreading him on the punishment table.

Mina and Lucy, his two pain loving female slaves, were happy to help punish their slave brother. They couldn't understand why Chris had tried to run away again. They took great pleasure in securing him on the table and readying him for the next phase of his punishment.

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That was over an hour ago. Ivan was content to watch while the girls tortured Chris. He had passed out twice more, only to be revived with smelling salts. Gleefully, the girls dripped more wax and slapped at Chris's shaft. He jerked and shook his head, but the one slapping his cock didn't have any pity. Instead, she pinched a ball sac and Chris screamed into the gag. Ivan stepped forward and held Chris in place. One large hand on either side of his face kept him from moving and simultaneously intensified the punishment.

I will never ever run away again, Chris thought. Why doesn't he just kill me? I'll never learn to please him. I'm nothing to him, worthless. I deserve this. A glob of wax hit Chris's armpit. No, I don't. I don't want to be here.

Looking down at his reluctant slave, Ivan hissed. The young man was too thin. To keep him from fighting and his energy low, rarely did Ivan let Chris eat more than once a day. He motioned to the girls and they stepped back. His hand wandered over Chris's wax covered torso.

"Should I let them continue?"

Chris shook his head, whimpering, trying to tell Ivan he was sorry. He just wanted to go home and ...

"You are home, boy," Ivan interrupted, reading his thoughts. His voice was mesmerizing, compelling Chris to listen. "You don't like sleeping with me anymore? You don't like cuddling with me, hmmm?"

Chris refused to answer. Ivan was playing the soft and loving master, the one that Chris actually liked. Maybe he wasn't playing. Maybe his demon had taken over Ivan and told his other half to end the punishment. But it wasn't fair. He didn't want to be here. Given the choice of spending the night being punished in the dungeon or kneeling at Ivan's feet, he would choose kneeling every time. He was no masochist. He couldn't understand how anyone liked to be hurt. Neither did he understand the sadistic streak in Ivan or the girls.

"Chris?"

Slowly Ivan removed the gag. Chris worked his mouth while Ivan gently massaged his cheeks. The fucking machine revved into high gear and Chris's tenderized groin pressed into the tight harness.

"Please, Master, make it stop!"

Ivan put his hand over Chris's mouth and gestured to the girl closest to the machine. She picked up a bottle of lubricant and squirted it over the dildo as it moved in and out of him.

"Better?" Ivan asked and Chris nodded his head. "I want you to come for me like this. Show Mina and Lucy that you can obey me."

Ivan deftly unleashed Chris's genitals and tossed the offending harness to the floor. As if on cue, the machine slowed its pounding.

"Lucy, Chris is going to need help. Mina, you, too."

Lucy stepped closer. In her hands was a long, thin bamboo cane. Eyes wide, Chris whimpered into Ivan's hand, but his master only smiled.

"Not too hard, Lucy. My boy doesn't like the pain."

Mouth twisting into an evil grin, Lucy slashed at his chest. She was going to beat the wax off his skin and probably some of his skin, too. Chris screamed. The sound was muffled by Ivan's hand, yet loud enough to please her. Lucy laughed and Mina bent down taking his cock into her mouth. The combined pleasure/pain was increased as Ivan turned a knob on the machine. The dildo plowed into Chris and Mina sucked him keeping pace with its thrusts. Every time he came close to climaxing, Lucy would hit him with the cane, thwarting his attempt.

Ivan watched Chris struggling, knowing he was prolonging his own torture by refusing to release his mind and enter subspace.

"Chris, surrender to me. Let it go."

"Trying ... " Chris mumbled through clenched teeth. It felt like his cock was going to explode. He was so close to coming then the swish of the cane would rip his mind back to the pain at his chest. "Please, Master ... have mercy."

"Mercy," repeated Ivan. "Perhaps."

He turned off the machine and motioned for the girls to step away. Chris panted, his body gleaming with sweat.

"You're afraid to lose control," Ivan stated.

"Yes, Master," Chris agreed. "Please don't let me hurt them."

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

Ivan smiled. "Because I know you, Chris. You live by your oath to harm none. The girls are safe in your presence."

"But ... "

"Shhh, no arguments."

Ivan unshackled his arms and legs. Shaking, Chris climbed off the table and kneeled before him. The ache in his groin matched the aches in his body. When Ivan didn't move, Chris crawled forward and kissed his master's hard erection. Ivan knelt down and clutched his slave's hair. He kissed him roughly, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his slave's cock.

Chris willingly thrust himself into his master's grip and surrendered. They were both on their knees, lips locked, Ivan stroking Chris and Chris doing the same to him. The giant was gentle with his slave, driving him further and further toward the ecstasy that had been denied him earlier. Ivan broke the kiss and drove his fangs into Chris's neck. The pleasure became unbearable. Chris spilled his seed. Waves of raw energy burst forth, coursing into Ivan. Ivan drank them in along with his blood, until Chris slumped against him.

Gathering Chris in his strong arms, Ivan licked the wound closed. One obsession dealt with, another to go. The bisexual vampire lusted after the young man nearly as much as he wanted the Amazon. Chris's energy relaxed his demon, sated his violent nature, but it didn't last. Soon he would begin craving another fix from the young man. Then another.

Sighing, Ivan picked up Chris and carried him to Ivan's second floor bedroom. The girls silently followed. Chaining Chris's wrist to the bed frame, Ivan told the girls to clean Chris and to be gentle with him. He emphasized the word gentle and they nodded. They knew better than to punish Chris without permission. If Ivan wanted gentle, they would obey. They were to call Ivan when he woke. Ivan wanted to feed Chris by hand and reinforce his slave's place was at his side.

Unknown to the girls, they were being returned to the slaver, Dimitri, from whom they had been purchased. Ivan was preparing for a new acquisition and he had thinned his stock down to three. By tomorrow, only Chris would be at his side. It would be a loss. Mina and Lucy had proved to be delightful pain sluts, but there would be other girls he could name Mina and Lucy and only one Chris. His new acquisition would take up most of his time and Chris would be a valuable asset in her training. It was the major reason the young mage had been acquired. That Chris's energy fed Ivan's demon had turned out to be a surprise benefit.

Chris moaned and Ivan hurried back to his side. He waited to make sure the boy wasn't in too much pain, that the girls didn't hurt him on purpose. Reading their thoughts, he knew they hadn't.

Ivan stroked his slave's face, gently caressing him, like a considerate lover. He wanted him well rested and recovered before their next play session. When Chris didn't stir, Ivan headed to the kitchen to deal with his servants. It was the younger butler's turn to be punished for letting Chris take his uniform. No rest for the wicked, Ivan thought as he stalked downstairs.

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