My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
5,752
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters belong to Misty Moonlight and Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 7: Master and Pet: The Lessons Begin
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Title: My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/15/2007
Summary: While investigating mysterious disappearances at the new night club Dark Enchantment, Nick is kidnapped by a vampire. Vincent faces the challenge of taming his stubborn young captive. Who will win the battle?
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang
Pairings: Eventual Vincent/Nicholas
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Chapter 7: Master and Pet: The Lessons Begin
“Stand Up.” Vincent ordered
“GO TO HELL!” Nick replied with gusto. He was determined, no matter what, not to give in to this monster. Once the words were out of his mouth he instantly regretted them. If looks alone could kill, then Nick would have been 6 feet under. Damn, he thought, I am so screwed.
Vincent approached him with such fury on his face that Nick felt sure he was a goner. Nick yelped in suprise as he was bodily lifted to his feet by his hair again and thrown violently against the wall.
“What did you say?” he demanded.
“I said GO TO HELL, YOU BLOOD THIRSTY ARROGANT ASSHOLE!”, Nick yelled back in his face.
What the hell is wrong with me? Do I have a death wish or something? Oh man, just shut up and keep your big mouth closed and maybe you can get out of this alive. Come on Nick, use your training it’s what your suppose to be so good at. Vincent was so close to him that Nick could see the pink puckered skin of his scar, the only imperfection on his otherwise flawless complexion. Did I really just think that, he asked himself. I really have to get out of here.
A dangerous glint appeared in Vincent’s silver eyes and Nick swallowed nervously.
Vincent reached behind Nick and released the chain from the hook, then unchained his wrists, all without speaking.
Nick eyed him warily wondering what he was up to. His legs were unsteady and he quickly started rubbing his wrists to gain the circulation back in them. He tried to glance behind Vincent’s shoulders, which was difficult without standing on tiptoe, to see where the door was and how far he would have to run. He had taken track in High School and was an excellent sprinter. At this point, Nick didn’t give a damn about his nudity, his instinct to survive was just kicking in. This might be his only chance to escape before God knows what else would happen to him. He wasn’t sure if the door was unlocked but he had to try. If he had known the consequences of his actions, he might have chosen a different course of action.
Quckly, before he could change his mind, he brought his knee up and hit Vincent as hard as he could in the groin. Ok, maybe that wasn’t the best choice at the time, but he had to act fast, and didn’t have much to work with. Then not waiting to see if he fell or not he sprinted across the room to the door. Just as he reached it, he felt a hand grabbing him again by the hair and he was literally thrown through the air to land with a sickening crunch against the far wall. He slowly slid to the floor and lay immobile.
He could hear Vincent’s footsteps approaching and closed his eyes. His whole body felt like he had been spit out by a catagory 5 Kansas twister. He felt sure some of his bones might be broken.
Before he could react, he was again being pulled up and dragged over to the middle of the room. He struggled and kicked as much as his sore body allowed. His arms were being pulled upward and he felt metal cuffs binding his wrists to a hook in the ceiling. Then his legs were spread apart and his ankles were chained to two metal links attached on the floor. He was stretched to the limit and the pain was unbearable.
“I believe it is time for you to learn Lesson Number 1” were the first words that came out of Vincent’s mouth since Nick’s failed attempt of escape.
Nick looked over his shoulder and saw him approaching the wall to where a various assortment of instruments were hanging. He pulled one off the wall and returned to where Nick was chained in the middle of the floor.
Nick’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the whip that Vincent was holding. It was what appeared to be a leather whip with what looked like small hooks attached to the end of it.
“It seems you need a little motivation on what it means to be submissive.” Vincent’s cold voice retorted calmly.
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Nick cried out in fear and before he could comprehend what happened next he heard a loud swishing sound and then felt incrutiating pain on his back. He screamed.
Again and again he felt the lashes strike his bare back. His screams filled the room. Eventually, the sound became soft sobs and then he began pleading for him to stop. He couldn’t take it anymore and then mercifully he lost consciousness.
TBC
Title: My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/15/2007
Summary: While investigating mysterious disappearances at the new night club Dark Enchantment, Nick is kidnapped by a vampire. Vincent faces the challenge of taming his stubborn young captive. Who will win the battle?
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang
Pairings: Eventual Vincent/Nicholas
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Chapter 7: Master and Pet: The Lessons Begin
“Stand Up.” Vincent ordered
“GO TO HELL!” Nick replied with gusto. He was determined, no matter what, not to give in to this monster. Once the words were out of his mouth he instantly regretted them. If looks alone could kill, then Nick would have been 6 feet under. Damn, he thought, I am so screwed.
Vincent approached him with such fury on his face that Nick felt sure he was a goner. Nick yelped in suprise as he was bodily lifted to his feet by his hair again and thrown violently against the wall.
“What did you say?” he demanded.
“I said GO TO HELL, YOU BLOOD THIRSTY ARROGANT ASSHOLE!”, Nick yelled back in his face.
What the hell is wrong with me? Do I have a death wish or something? Oh man, just shut up and keep your big mouth closed and maybe you can get out of this alive. Come on Nick, use your training it’s what your suppose to be so good at. Vincent was so close to him that Nick could see the pink puckered skin of his scar, the only imperfection on his otherwise flawless complexion. Did I really just think that, he asked himself. I really have to get out of here.
A dangerous glint appeared in Vincent’s silver eyes and Nick swallowed nervously.
Vincent reached behind Nick and released the chain from the hook, then unchained his wrists, all without speaking.
Nick eyed him warily wondering what he was up to. His legs were unsteady and he quickly started rubbing his wrists to gain the circulation back in them. He tried to glance behind Vincent’s shoulders, which was difficult without standing on tiptoe, to see where the door was and how far he would have to run. He had taken track in High School and was an excellent sprinter. At this point, Nick didn’t give a damn about his nudity, his instinct to survive was just kicking in. This might be his only chance to escape before God knows what else would happen to him. He wasn’t sure if the door was unlocked but he had to try. If he had known the consequences of his actions, he might have chosen a different course of action.
Quckly, before he could change his mind, he brought his knee up and hit Vincent as hard as he could in the groin. Ok, maybe that wasn’t the best choice at the time, but he had to act fast, and didn’t have much to work with. Then not waiting to see if he fell or not he sprinted across the room to the door. Just as he reached it, he felt a hand grabbing him again by the hair and he was literally thrown through the air to land with a sickening crunch against the far wall. He slowly slid to the floor and lay immobile.
He could hear Vincent’s footsteps approaching and closed his eyes. His whole body felt like he had been spit out by a catagory 5 Kansas twister. He felt sure some of his bones might be broken.
Before he could react, he was again being pulled up and dragged over to the middle of the room. He struggled and kicked as much as his sore body allowed. His arms were being pulled upward and he felt metal cuffs binding his wrists to a hook in the ceiling. Then his legs were spread apart and his ankles were chained to two metal links attached on the floor. He was stretched to the limit and the pain was unbearable.
“I believe it is time for you to learn Lesson Number 1” were the first words that came out of Vincent’s mouth since Nick’s failed attempt of escape.
Nick looked over his shoulder and saw him approaching the wall to where a various assortment of instruments were hanging. He pulled one off the wall and returned to where Nick was chained in the middle of the floor.
Nick’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the whip that Vincent was holding. It was what appeared to be a leather whip with what looked like small hooks attached to the end of it.
“It seems you need a little motivation on what it means to be submissive.” Vincent’s cold voice retorted calmly.
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Nick cried out in fear and before he could comprehend what happened next he heard a loud swishing sound and then felt incrutiating pain on his back. He screamed.
Again and again he felt the lashes strike his bare back. His screams filled the room. Eventually, the sound became soft sobs and then he began pleading for him to stop. He couldn’t take it anymore and then mercifully he lost consciousness.
TBC