Pain's Pleasure
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
8,506
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Pain's Pleasure
Summary
A young woman escapes her abusive noble family and enters a world where humans are slaves to demons. The pain of her past and a secret deep within her are weapons against the hierarchy of the demon realm. When she is sold to a vampire noble her body and metal virtues are strained as she helps her master find a crazed murderer and realizes the untapped powers within her. The woman deals with pain, anguish, lust and love as she hone her potential in hopes to unraveled her fate.
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Prologue
The dark room was her only sanctuary.
Her family, to their society, was blue blooded aristocrats with an impeccable reputation. Her father, Arthur Hennington, was a lean man with brown hair and cool gray eyes. He was well liked by the genteel men and women who revered him for his title. Her mother, Emillia Hennington, was a petite woman with hair the color of honey and eyes a classic blue. She was said to be a kind gentle women who gave to charities all over the country. She was elegant and charming and threw extravagant parties. Emillia had three children, two girls and one boy. While the two eldest, Rider and Presidia Hennington, were famous for their pleasing countenance and popularity, the youngest, Osalie Hennington, was usually forgotten. Theirs was a family to be respected and awed. They were simply; blessed. They were the Henningtons, and they were the elite of London society.
So many secrets, however, lay beneath the surface. Osalie knew all to well the uncouth side of her so called ‘perfect’ family. She liked to be alienated and forgotten, for that was the only way; estrangement coexisted with survival. As dramatic as that sounded she knew it to be true. Dinner was the worst for she was forced to leave her safe haven and interact with her family. They never yelled (that wound be undignified), instead they talk with cold bitter and sarcastic mannerisms. Father slapping mother when she turned insolent, mother cursing at father, Rider and Presidia sharing crudely intimate looks across the table. She hated her family. Knew the depth of their cruelty, and oh how she wish to disappear.
Everyone thought the Henningtons would never ruin their untarnished reputation. However, money and power made the holiest of priest turn a sin’s eyes. Osalie’s father ran a slave trade that took humans into the demon plane and sold them to the highest bidder. This was covered through mother’s so called charities, were money and people could be transferred without speculation. Osalie was once foolish enough to approach him on the subject, he slapped her and said
“What does it matter were the lower class scum serve, they should be thankful they won’t die of poverty, as slaves they’ll be taken care of. You should be grateful, this allows us more luxury!”
He continued beating her, angry that she had the audacity to speak about the subject never to be spoken. After that, Osalie learned to keep her mouth and her ears shut.
To escape her family she locked herself in her room, books and art her only friend. They made her happy, a very scarce emotion, for they took her away into different worlds. In books, the good guys always win and the evil people get exactly what they deserve. She loved to lie in bed and think about her parents’ death, for surely they were the evil people. In her dreams she was taken from her family (dead people, obliviously, couldn’t take care of her) and put her in a family who truly loved her. Unfortunately, she stopped there; she really didn’t know how a loving family acted. These relations were all she had and all she knew.
One thing Osalie never wanted to do was to become angry. She felt much sadness and pain but when she was truly angry, she scared herself. When Osaile was ten years old she happened to come across her brother on top of her sister in the family drawing room. It was late at night and they were nude and making so much noise that Osalie both wondered if they were killing each other (her ignorance was short lived as she grew older) and afraid they would wake mama and papa. Then, they’d all get a beating. She ran up to them and tried to tell them to keep quite. Shocked, Presidia tried to get Rider off of her but, currently in a sensual haze, he ignored her. Instead he moved faster inside her trying to find fulfillment. Osalie pushed Rider as hard as she could. That, with Presidia’s involvement pushed him off Presidia and onto the floor. Confused he looked from Osalie to Presidia then back at Osalie. Stunned Rider scrambled to his feet and tried to hide his erection, angry he turned to Osalie and slapped her with enough force to knock her to the ground.
“You disgusting girl, how dare you watch us. Did you enjoy what you saw?” he sneered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Osalie came up on her knees. Not wanting to cry, but unable to stop.
“No! You can’t make so much noise, mama and papa will hear. I was trying to help.”
Presidia sat quietly on the couch until she heard this comment.
“You can be so obtuse Osalie. Mother and father are out for the evening. You would know that if you weren’t always locked in your room.”
“I don’t believe her Pris. She was peeking at us, and I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” Rider gazed at Osalie with such pleasure she knew he wanted to punish her. This made her mad. She tried to save everyone from a beating and he wanted to give her one. She’d never know where she got the courage, but she rose to her feet and glared at him.
“You’re not going to punish me.”
“You hear that! She’s as insolent as father says.” Rider prepared to slap her again when suddenly the ground began to shake. As Osalie anger grew so did the shaking. Soon the rumbling was so great that Rider was knocked to the floor. Presidia gasped as the dimly-lit candles burst into huge flame and burnt out. The room was shrouded in darkness and for a few moments there was eerie silence. Osalie gasped and ran to her room. She didn’t know how, but she knew she was responsible for what happened in the drawing room. She didn’t sleep that night, instead she thought about what happened. It wasn’t until the first light of dawn seeped though her heavily draped windows that she came to a conclusion. Anger triggered a side of her that was just as cruel as her family, maybe more so. She felt it and knew she had to curb her anger. From her siblings’ expressions and actions that morning it was clear that the night’s events were to be forgotten. She wouldn’t forget however, and her last thoughts on the matter made her smile. She wasn’t so helpless after all.
A young woman escapes her abusive noble family and enters a world where humans are slaves to demons. The pain of her past and a secret deep within her are weapons against the hierarchy of the demon realm. When she is sold to a vampire noble her body and metal virtues are strained as she helps her master find a crazed murderer and realizes the untapped powers within her. The woman deals with pain, anguish, lust and love as she hone her potential in hopes to unraveled her fate.
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Prologue
The dark room was her only sanctuary.
Her family, to their society, was blue blooded aristocrats with an impeccable reputation. Her father, Arthur Hennington, was a lean man with brown hair and cool gray eyes. He was well liked by the genteel men and women who revered him for his title. Her mother, Emillia Hennington, was a petite woman with hair the color of honey and eyes a classic blue. She was said to be a kind gentle women who gave to charities all over the country. She was elegant and charming and threw extravagant parties. Emillia had three children, two girls and one boy. While the two eldest, Rider and Presidia Hennington, were famous for their pleasing countenance and popularity, the youngest, Osalie Hennington, was usually forgotten. Theirs was a family to be respected and awed. They were simply; blessed. They were the Henningtons, and they were the elite of London society.
So many secrets, however, lay beneath the surface. Osalie knew all to well the uncouth side of her so called ‘perfect’ family. She liked to be alienated and forgotten, for that was the only way; estrangement coexisted with survival. As dramatic as that sounded she knew it to be true. Dinner was the worst for she was forced to leave her safe haven and interact with her family. They never yelled (that wound be undignified), instead they talk with cold bitter and sarcastic mannerisms. Father slapping mother when she turned insolent, mother cursing at father, Rider and Presidia sharing crudely intimate looks across the table. She hated her family. Knew the depth of their cruelty, and oh how she wish to disappear.
Everyone thought the Henningtons would never ruin their untarnished reputation. However, money and power made the holiest of priest turn a sin’s eyes. Osalie’s father ran a slave trade that took humans into the demon plane and sold them to the highest bidder. This was covered through mother’s so called charities, were money and people could be transferred without speculation. Osalie was once foolish enough to approach him on the subject, he slapped her and said
“What does it matter were the lower class scum serve, they should be thankful they won’t die of poverty, as slaves they’ll be taken care of. You should be grateful, this allows us more luxury!”
He continued beating her, angry that she had the audacity to speak about the subject never to be spoken. After that, Osalie learned to keep her mouth and her ears shut.
To escape her family she locked herself in her room, books and art her only friend. They made her happy, a very scarce emotion, for they took her away into different worlds. In books, the good guys always win and the evil people get exactly what they deserve. She loved to lie in bed and think about her parents’ death, for surely they were the evil people. In her dreams she was taken from her family (dead people, obliviously, couldn’t take care of her) and put her in a family who truly loved her. Unfortunately, she stopped there; she really didn’t know how a loving family acted. These relations were all she had and all she knew.
One thing Osalie never wanted to do was to become angry. She felt much sadness and pain but when she was truly angry, she scared herself. When Osaile was ten years old she happened to come across her brother on top of her sister in the family drawing room. It was late at night and they were nude and making so much noise that Osalie both wondered if they were killing each other (her ignorance was short lived as she grew older) and afraid they would wake mama and papa. Then, they’d all get a beating. She ran up to them and tried to tell them to keep quite. Shocked, Presidia tried to get Rider off of her but, currently in a sensual haze, he ignored her. Instead he moved faster inside her trying to find fulfillment. Osalie pushed Rider as hard as she could. That, with Presidia’s involvement pushed him off Presidia and onto the floor. Confused he looked from Osalie to Presidia then back at Osalie. Stunned Rider scrambled to his feet and tried to hide his erection, angry he turned to Osalie and slapped her with enough force to knock her to the ground.
“You disgusting girl, how dare you watch us. Did you enjoy what you saw?” he sneered as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Osalie came up on her knees. Not wanting to cry, but unable to stop.
“No! You can’t make so much noise, mama and papa will hear. I was trying to help.”
Presidia sat quietly on the couch until she heard this comment.
“You can be so obtuse Osalie. Mother and father are out for the evening. You would know that if you weren’t always locked in your room.”
“I don’t believe her Pris. She was peeking at us, and I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” Rider gazed at Osalie with such pleasure she knew he wanted to punish her. This made her mad. She tried to save everyone from a beating and he wanted to give her one. She’d never know where she got the courage, but she rose to her feet and glared at him.
“You’re not going to punish me.”
“You hear that! She’s as insolent as father says.” Rider prepared to slap her again when suddenly the ground began to shake. As Osalie anger grew so did the shaking. Soon the rumbling was so great that Rider was knocked to the floor. Presidia gasped as the dimly-lit candles burst into huge flame and burnt out. The room was shrouded in darkness and for a few moments there was eerie silence. Osalie gasped and ran to her room. She didn’t know how, but she knew she was responsible for what happened in the drawing room. She didn’t sleep that night, instead she thought about what happened. It wasn’t until the first light of dawn seeped though her heavily draped windows that she came to a conclusion. Anger triggered a side of her that was just as cruel as her family, maybe more so. She felt it and knew she had to curb her anger. From her siblings’ expressions and actions that morning it was clear that the night’s events were to be forgotten. She wouldn’t forget however, and her last thoughts on the matter made her smile. She wasn’t so helpless after all.