The most cruel those to whom cruelty was done

Most of this story will be written as if being told out loud.
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I watched from were I stood in the middle of the hall as the “elders” arranged before me on the podium whispered in tones they thought hushed yet met my ears as easily as if they had been called out. But there was no need for me to stand here waiting for their silence so I did my best to make myself as comfortable as I could. I summoned a chair from the edge of the hall and gently let it retouch the marble floor before sitting upon it. That got the whispers to stop for a moment, though I did not think about it. Such a show of power by any of those here would have been just that: a show. But for me it was simply the easiest way to move something, for my power was greater than these so called elders, some of whom were only about five hundred years older then myself.

“Should I begin?” I asked, my voice carrying clearly across the room. I guessed they would have questions before, and guessed that most likely I would not answer them.

“Why did you draw the council's attention?"

"Why did you ask to be brought before us?"

"Where do you come from?"

"How old are you?"

"Why are you so powerful?”

Those were a few of the questions that were hurled at me and yet there were a few I would answer now.

“I am 200 years of age or so. And I have come from a small town in Britain that no longer exists. The others my story will answer, which I shall tell you now.”

Is he talking here? I don't know whether to put quotes in or not.
I will start on a day some time after my twenty-third birthday. I don’t know what the day was or the date, just that it started like most days had for the past three years of my life. For that time, I had been living in a mansion, a vampire mansion. As a slave. Yes, you heard me right, a slave. I do not know if slaves are still kept but at that time immortals kept them. But anyway, I was the slave of an immortal, one who went by the name of Thorn.

But I should tell you more about being a slave at that time. The life of a slave was a terrible one, for it consisted of your master doing to you whatever he wanted, which most often hurt. When you were not with your master, you were either gagged and allowed around the mansion or chained up. I should explain this better. I do not mean a gag that keeps you from talking; I mean a gag that keeps you from having sex, or rather being raped by other vampires.

But more about myself. I was twenty-three years of age, lithe, and by no means muscular, with shoulder length brown hair and light brown, nearly gold, eyes. I had been called beautiful far too many times.

This part of my story starts on some day of which I know nothing more than what happened. Or actually, it did not happen during the day but, of course, at night. I was hungry and it was nearing morning, the time when both mortals and immortals slept, or retreated to their bedrooms, in this mansion. And so I was going to have to go and get food or starve for another day. You might wonder why I would even consider starving when I had access to food, but with what could happen to me on the way to get said food, I was considering it. For on the way to the single kitchen in this place many things could happen, all of them ending in pain and possibly even death. And though my normal state of being was pain, I did not want to die. But in the end I decided to risk it, and so I quickly made my way down to the kitchen. I was not hurt by a vampire on my way to the kitchen and so once there I was reluctant to go back out.

Little did I know that Thorn had already returned from the hunt sated on blood and looking for fun, at my expense of course. I did not know this until he burst into the kitchen, angry and annoyed at me, and started to drag me back to his room.

Once there, he attached my arms to two chains that came from the wall. I was compliant, in a way, for I knew that to fight would only make it worse. But when he turned to face me once more, he had a bit and a bridle, as well as a cock ring and, to make it even worse, a pair of clamps which would be placed on my nipples. He placed the last two on the bed and took another step towards me.

“Why did you keep me waiting?” he hissed at me. I knew that he knew why. He was only looking for a reason to punish me.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to, Master,” I replied cautiously.

He hissed grabbing my head and forcing the bit into my mouth. “But you did, and for that you will be punished.” He hissed at me as he turned to pick up the cock ring. I knew the reason for these things. Control. He wanted full control over me. But that he could not have. I tried to reassure myself, but it did not help as the cock ring was placed firmly about said member. When he turned to pick up the clamps, it was all too much; I began to struggle.

He hissed and turned to me once more, slapping me harshly across the face. I bit down, a reflex that I had thought I had control of. This only angered him. He pretended that nothing has happened, but instead of placing the clamps on me he started to take the chains from my hands, closing a pair of shackles around my wrists instead with an extra link to keep them together.

“Walk over to the bed and lean over,” he orders me as he picks up a whip, using it to point at the bed. I refuse, shaking my head in answer. He growls, grabbing my arms securely behind me, and pulls me to the bed, pressing me down until I was exposed.

He removed the gag, as the strap that held it in place only covered my flesh and he did not want me with any protection. He holds me firmly and raises the whip, bringing it crashing back down onto my back. I do not cry out, letting the pain fuel my rage as I struggle against him. Once more the whip comes down on my back, and then again and again. For the first ten strokes of the whip I do not cry out, but after that I cannot hold the sound in any longer. I scream and scream each time the whip comes down onto my back until finally I can no longer even support myself. My back is covered with welts, perhaps even blood, and pain washes through me each time his hand moves on my arms moving me. I can feel his movement; I know that he is smiling, that he is happy with my pain.

I collapse forwards, nearly as if I have fainted, my muscles giving out on me. He drops the whip and changes his position so that he is behind me. It is only then that I realize that at some stage he must have undressed for I can feel his hard member at my entrance.

“Normally I would prepare you and use something to lessen the pain, but not tonight. Tonight you went too far.” He growls as he pushes against me slightly. The next thing I know is pain, unbearable pain, as he forces his way inside me. I scream as I feel the tight walls of my hole tear. I scream as he slams into me. And I scream because I cannot struggle for my muscles have failed me. But it takes me seconds to realize that no sound escapes my throat.

With each thrust inside me, my ass is lifted and my body leaves the bed, moving a few centimeters into the air. He reaches ‘round in front of me, easily slipping the ring from my cock he begins to stroke it till it hardens.

"Hmmm. How I love the way your body responds to me," he whispers in my ear, thinking me unconscious perhaps. Finally he pushes into my prone body one last time, coming inside me. He pulls out, wiping himself on my skin before pulling me off the bed and dropping me to the floor. I cannot move, and as he hops under the covers of his bed, anger washes through me.

For the first time I am free, not chained, while he is asleep… and I cannot even move. But soon enough I can, and I realize then that at some stage the link keeping my hands together had gone, leaving my arms with one and a half meters or so of chain between them.

I stand slowly once I am sure that Thorn is asleep. I grab a knife that he has placed just for me within reach of his bed and I place it just were I think his heart is, stabbing downwards, pressing it deep into him.

I let go of it and, ignoring the moan of pain that escapes his lips, begin to take everything off myself. At last I am free it seems. I grab a long coat, place it on myself, and run from the room, going towards were I once saw an unguarded entrance.

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