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She met us outside and walked us in, and I pulled power from my people so I had her under my control within moments of landing. We walked to her torture room casually, and I pointed her Secundo to a bondage chair. He didn’t want to go, but he did, and Etta restrained him to it while I cut Cecily’s form-fitting silk dress off with a knife so sharp it glided through the fabric as if it were tissue.
I held her in place with my magic while I stripped her of everything except her shoes, and then I bound her in the center of the room with her arms over her head and a spreader bar between her ankles. The floor had handy recessed attachment points, so while I was at it, I tied her ankle cuffs off to them as well — it wouldn’t do for her to try to kick one of us.
“You’re wondering what’s about to happen to you,” I told her, “but my answer is that we won’t know how the rest of the night will go until we’ve properly interrogated you and your Secundo.”
“He knows nothing,” Cecily said. “You’ll get nowhere by tearing into his mind for answers.”
“And your third?”
Cecily glared at me and tried to lock her mind down, but Etta, my Secundo, fed me the power she was pulling from Cecily’s fear, and it was more than enough to let me power past Cecily’s last defenses. Her mind should’ve been completely open to me, and it had been while I’d been in the air, before Cecily knew I was close enough to look. She’d put her secret plans off in a side box — one I’d have probably missed if I hadn’t looked before she knew I was near, but since I knew where it was, it was easy enough to open with the extra oomph Etta provided.
We’d only thwarted her plot by four days. She’d planned to come to town with two other Masters — from Atlanta, Georgia and Bowling Green, Kentucky, and they’d planned in detail how the three would split my territory up between them, once they’d killed me and my top people.
I turned everyone in the building who knew of the plot into my personal puppet and perp-walked them through the building and into the torture room.
There were seven vampires and two shapeshifters, and there was no way around the fact that both shifters would die when the vampires they were blood bound to went into a punishment box. One was nearly three hundred years old, the other barely a hundred, but their ages would catch up with them in a matter of days once their vampire’s magic was no longer available.
We bound all nine of them in a hogtie and hung them from a bar by their wrists and ankles in such a way they’d all have a clear line of sight to see what we were doing to Cecily.
Etta was going to get a massive fear feeding, and that meant I’d get all that power, too.
* * * *
Etta
While Marco and Venom double-teamed Cecily’s ass and cunt, I rode the cock of one of the shapeshifters Marco had marched into the torture room.
Just to make sure the shifter didn’t enjoy himself, I bit him and injected a cocktail to make him painfully hard but unable to find release. I also injected liquid pain into him, so his balls would be on fire, and every cell in his body would feel as if it were being stabbed with a fiery-hot needle.
Ryan and I had long since worked out when it’s okay for us to fuck someone else — when it’s part of our job, or when we need to hurt someone, it’s perfectly okay. Also, when Marco needs me to help him build power, and when I’m feeding, and a few other situations.
On this night, it was important for Marco to strike fear into the hearts of anyone who might even consider causing us harm, and this shifter was going to be my example of why making an enemy of Marco and his people is the worst idea ever. I feasted on the grizzly bear’s fear while I rode him, and I went into great detail as I explained all the things I intended to do to him before he was allowed the release of death. He was particularly afraid of fire, so I told him how I intended to roast his balls like chestnuts, and I breathed in his terror. Fuck, but his fear tasted exquisite. Wild and gamey and visceral. My favorite.
Cecily tried not to cry and scream while Marco and Venom worked her over, but Venom bit her and injected his own special torture sauce, and Cecily’s screams bounced and echoed around the room.
And I feasted on every would-be traitor in the room. The people being worked over were on a terror and pain override, and everyone bound and watching was just as frightened. All were uncomfortable in their bondage, edging towards pain, but they’d experience true pain soon enough.
Collosa took up a post by the door and watched over us all, while Eunice, Venom, Marco, and I tortured everyone from the top down, most powerful to least powerful. Well, the shifter I fucked at the start had been tortured out of order, but a little chaos here and there helps keep everyone on edge. We’d brought food for Eunice and Collosa, but we also funneled our power to them, so they were good and charged up when the vampires went down for the day. Marco assured me these two took their bodyguarding reputations quite seriously, and that nothing would happen to us under their watch. Still, the room we were in allowed the doors to be fastened saferoom-style, so no one was getting in even with the override codes for the entire coterie mansion.
* * * *
Marco
I only awakened about five minutes before Etta, and the two of us were up over an hour before Venom. We’d drained all the vampire prisoners enough, Cecily didn’t reanimate until about an hour before sunset, and the rest came in order after her, verifying their hierarchy for us. We used the time to check in with our people back in Chattanooga, and to create a gameplan for how the torture session would go once we resumed. We also had our two shapeshifter guards take a three-hour nap, since they’d been up all night and a good part of the day.
There are different kinds of boxes a Master Vampire can choose to punish wayward vampires in these days. A century ago, it required a magical box, and historically, they’ve cost around seventy pounds of gold — today’s equivalent of two million dollars.
However, now that we have electricity, boxes set up as a basic Faraday cage work just as well, and those cost a few thousand dollars if you’re punishing a run-of-the-mill vampire, and around twenty-grand if you need to restrain a master-level vampire. I have a few dozen of the latter.
A truck was on the way to us with enough of the strongest Faraday boxes to punish all the vampires in this room, including Cecily’s Secundo. She’d been wrong about him not knowing — he’d spied on her and understood her plans, and he hadn’t let me know. He’d been considering how he could profit from the knowledge, but had known better than to call me and offer to sell me the information.
Too bad for him, because if he’d told me, I’d have probably installed him as the Master, or at least left him as Secundo when I brought someone else in.
Now? He’d spend a year and a day in the box, and then I’d give him a job in Chattanooga, where people I completely trust could watch over him. The rest would be slaves when they came out, but this vampire would be relegated to the lowliest of jobs until he could prove himself.
“You’ll torture the shapeshifters and finish them off, today?” Eunice asked when we’d finished determining how the final hours for the vampires would go before each went into a box.
“That wouldn’t be my call,” Etta said. “I say we fuck them up badly enough to terrify the rest of the coterie, and then leave while they still live. They’ll take a few days to die, aging rapidly, pissing and shitting themselves towards the end, to add to the disgrace.” She shrugged. “We’re trying to show people not to fuck with us, right?”
