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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

"Yes, yes, that was good." Abel's vice grip holding her neck became what could be easily confused for a reassuring squeeze were one to have never met the vampire in question. He moved back and looked down at the naked, huddled figure in her cage, surrounded by an otherwise extravagant and unused bedroom. "Do you know how long it would take an elf to starve to death? It takes a human over a month, if they are in good health."
 
Kaura grimaced slightly as he released her, drawing her knees up to her chin as her eyes closed. She felt as though she had betrayed her race... Even if the information she gave was useless now that's how it seemed all the same. She half turned to glance over her shoulder at his question. "Two months without food, and week and a half without water, if I am allowed in the sun an hour or two a day. My body needs direct sunlight more than nurishment. Two or three days without it and I will fall ill." She told him lowly before turning back to face the wall. "Are you trying to see how long you can deny me before you risk losing your captive?"
 
Abel looked down at Koura and for the first time what could be a vestigial sense of humor, "Much to my dismay when I was searching through my library I did not find a scroll on the care and feeding of the elven folk. Slave, you are to call me 'master,' 'sir,' or some other respectful honorific when you address me in the future. Understood?" It seemed as though Abel liked to hide steel behind silk, though not before he had amply flashed the blade he was to be wielding. Perhaps there was more to the vampire than pure brutish reaction and angry drive.
 
Kaura huffed slightly to his attempt at a joke, but she certainly did not feel like laughing right now... Not huddled in a cage that still smelled slightly of urine, naked and sore from a beating. His latest demand of an honorific actually made her make a soft scoffing sound, and she turned her head to glare knives at the man. "Yes sir." She said, her voice even and calm, though if looks could kill the undead man would have been struck dead on the spot. "Is there anything else you need, sir?"
 
The vampire rolled his eyes at the impetuous slave. "Turn around so that you are facing me. Sitting with your legs stretched out in front of you." It would leave her exposed to him, though with her back against the wall of the cage away from him. I'll have to keep the caning and that walk in mind for later, the vampire thought, noting how much more pliable the elf had become. This was definitely going to be a process, Abel was sure of that, one that would be a fine project.
 
Kaura scoffed at his latest demand, rolling her eyes. Did he honestly think that she'd just turn around and let his filthy eyes look at her? It was disgraceful enough that he saw her down below, but here? She would fight that with all she had. "I said I would obey reasonable requests. Asking about my past and how to care for me is reasonable. But I will not expose myself to you." She told him eveny, her voice like ice and crossed her arms. "Haven't you had your fill of toying with me yet? I wish to be left alone."
 
The vampire reached down to Kaura's full brown locks and pulled her bodily up by her thick hair until her toes were barely touching the ground. The elf's striped flesh was still livid and sure to send shooting pain through the woman's body as the vampire let go first one powerful slap and then another on the woman's rear, careful to hit her over those newly formed welts. Ten efficient, clean, cruel blows passed and then there was another ten and another. No sympathy was evident in his actions, none, mostly Abel was devoid of emotion that wasn't pure knee jerk reaction. It took a lot to get excited after four hundred years. After thirty of those brutal spankings he let go of Kaura's hair. "That was not addressing me respectfully with an appropriate honorific as well as denying to do something you have been ordered to. Now do it."
 
Kaura let out a cry of pain as the vampire wound his fingers into her hair, and started to pull. He dragged her to her feet, and started to deliver hard smacks right across her already tender flesh. She shuddered, unable to hold back the cries of pain again as she jerked and twisted to try to escape. She lost count of the strikes before the vampire finally released her, and when he finally released her she fell to her knees, folding over in the bottom of the cage. She managed not to sob, biting her lip firmly as she controls her breathing slow and steady. "N.... No... Sir..." She mumbled, tensing where she was huddled, squeezing her knees to her chest.
 
Watching Kaura attempt to hold everything together in her cage made Abel think of a delicate statue, a sculpture of curling swoops and rondure, one that displayed the sharpness of wit and the grandiosity of a soul. He would love to destroy that statue, that thing of beauty, he would love nothing more than to pick it up and beat it into the wall until it was a million pieces, to teach what was otherwise an affront to him its place. The vampire stalked back over to the opening of the elf's cage and made that same low whistle, the loop snapped back into position as a bar, and Abel removed it, rolling the tube in his hand experimentally. "Be wary, fool, for you do not know what you tempt me to do." He pulled the small door open, reached in and grabbed the elf's hair once again before he dragged her out of it bodily, ignoring her kicking and screaming. "Again, you did not address me with the appropriate title. Again, you shall be punished."
 
Kaura tensed when she heard the vampire whistle, knowing what would happen next. The door swung open, and Kaura clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip harder to keep from making a single sound of pain as he again grabbed her hair, and dragged her out. She gave a cry of pain, clawed helplessly at his hand, but was pulled out all the same. "I called you sir!" Kaura protested with a gasp, and trembled. "You're... You're lying, I called you sir!"
 
The vampire sat down heavily on the bed and pulled the naked elf across his lap so that she was facing upwards towards ceiling, her small back laid across his lap. She was exposed to him this way as well, the heat of her skin where welts criss crossed was evident through the cloth of Abel's tunic, a comfort to him and quite the opposite for her. He did look thoughtful for a moment, his eyes drawing inwards, "Yes, you are right, you did call me, sir." One of his hands took her chin so that her fierce eyes were looking into his own dead, glassy orbs, "But still you refused me. What do you think would be a reasonable punishment?"
 
The vampire didn't slow, he tugged her down after him, and moved to the large bed. Kaura gave a brief intake of breath, her eyes widening before she let out her shuddered breath. What was he planning to do with her on the bed? But he simply sat, and pulled her over on so she was completely exposed. Her face heated, and a hand went to cover her breasts as the other hid her sex from him. "I don't know, sir." She said, dread obvious in her eyes. "But I will not be seen. I refuse to have to have the first man to see me at length be someone like you."
 
Abel relished in the dread that flowed off of Kaura and into his nose, worming its way into his brain where the delightful tendrils of dread sunk into that rotten meat. One of his hands swiftly went and left a ringing blow on the elf's face, rocking her head back from the sheer force of his hand. "Who do you think removed your clothing after you fell unconscious? I have already seen your weak, hairless body, I have laid witness to your rondure and curves." He laid a hand down over the one that Kaura's sex and slowly forced his fingers down over her's so that her fingers were pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy, sliding between the taut petals of her flower until he had pushed Kaura's own finger into herself. He was testing to see if she was a virgin, given the comment she had just made; that would certainly make some things more interesting.
 
Her head jerked to the side by the force of the impact, the loud slap ringing through the room, followed by a cry of pain. Kaura had suspected the vampire had undressed her while she was unconscious, a thought that had served to make her feel ill. But her cheeks heated as he so casually revealed that fact to her. She shivered, and humiliated teas formed in her eyes before the vampire reached down, and began to push at her fingers. She tried to draw back her hand, but he held it steady, forcing her own fingers into her entrance slowly. "Not there!" Kaura gasped, straining and pulling against him. "Please.... Sir! Don't touch me there!" She shivered and shook horribly until finally her finger pressed against her maidenhead. "You're going to break through me!" She cried, trying again to pull away.
 
The vampire left his hand where it was caressing her most sensitive flesh, his dead orbs drilling into Kaura's watery eyes. It seemed that they were breaking through the impressive emotional wall that was holding the elf together, the vampire was clearly pleased to finally get a real reaction out of her, one of the ones that he had wanted. Her cheeks were red from his blow, yes, but that flush that had spread down her neck to her chest; that was pure embarrassment. He could smell the tumult of her emotions, the humiliation she felt at the idea of him having undressed her, seen her exposed. Abel moved Kaura's finger slowly from within her, then made her stroke the sensitive flesh of her sex, her soft fingers all that separate his digits from her most private place. He drew one of Kaura's fingers along the sensitive outside of her entrance, then to the small button of nerves that reigned supreme over her sex, slowly teasing her. "What is an appropriate punishment for a slave who has been so disobedient? A caning, perhaps?"
 
Kaura whimpered slightly, flushed and embarassed as the vampire continued to tease her. Her let her finger withdraw from her womanhood before he snapped her virgin barrier, only to use her fingers to tease herself further. Under his guidence she stroked along her entrance, and rubbed upwards, before finally touching her sensitive bud. She gasped loudly, and her hips bucked to the unfamiliar sensation before she could hold it back. She turned her face from him, clearly humiliated, and held in a second whimper as she forced her body still, denying any sensation her fingers were generating. "A caning sounds fair, sir." She whispered, praying he would hit her, instead of this.
 
Abel suppressed a smile at the small noises of Kaura's enjoyment, of feeling the sudden pressure of her bucking hips translating through her fingers. He continued to tease the elf using her own fingers as his tool, slowly rubbing round her clit, looping back down her sex, before he lightly rasped over the nub and paid a special attention to it. "Another caning in the day, slave. This does not bode well for you." The humiliation wafted up from her body in waves, he could nearly feel the slick sensation of her indignity rolling across his cold flesh. "Perhaps there is another punishment you would like to propose?"
 
The vampire never slowed, never gave any sign that he intended to stop his torture. He forced her fingers over her folds, teasing her before aiming for that small bundle of nerves that drove her body crazy each time she was forced to touch it. She gasped again, her muscles tightening as she struggled not to move her hips to the sensation, her fingers protesting being used, pulling helplessly against Abel as he used her at his delight.

Kaura almost felt drunk from sensation. The pain on her legs and bottom throbbed in the awkward position, shooting waves of pain up her body. While nothing but pleasure was generated just inches away, wave after wave that made Kaura shudder slightly, her eyes clenched shut as she shook her head, denying that he was making her feel. But she had already broken out in a light sweat, unusual for her, and the flush was bright in her cheeks. "Anything but this." She whimpered. "I'll take any punishment if you'll stop teasing me there."
 
Kaura's body was slowly growing warmer to the touch, an unmistakable sign of her growing involvement with the sensations Abel was forcing upon her. He could see that tight control weakening, that light sweat forming a concrete example of a crack in her otherwise indefatigable resolve. The vampire caressed the underside of the elf's breasts as if he were curious about a new toy, fingertips tentatively exploring the apparently virgin mounds. "You did not use an appropriate honorific when addressing me, slave," he replied, guiding her fingers in faster circles around the hard nub of flesh he was so ardently stimulating. "Now there definitely needs be another caning."
 
Kaura winced slightly when he pointed ou that she forgot to call him sir that time, and she stiffened further. His fingertips explored the underside of her breasts, teasing, touching, and exploring her skin in ways that were unfamiliar and frightening to the young Elf. "Please stop, sir." She whispered, her hand still shielding the peaks of her breasts from him at least, and she tried to brush his hand away as he touched her sensitive body. "I said I'd take the caning, sir, just let me go! Please? Please?!" Her fingers worked in fast circles now, and she couldn't stop her hips from moving in responce, biting her lip fiercly to hold back any muffled sounds of ecstacy. "Please no more." She whispered, before clenching again on her lip.
 
With the elf's hips rolling, no longer under the slave's control, Abel felt the first hint of edging victory. He now had something to divide her with, to twist her around until the shape he wanted, until she was what he wanted, just another living sculpture. Kaura's whispered plea was icing on the cake as far as Abel were concerned, especially considering how slick her sex was becoming beneath the tender ministration of their fingers. The hand that had tried to brush his away was ignored to the same extent he ignored everything he did not want or enjoy, instead he gently rubbed the underside of her soft bosom, inexorably marching towards the goal of a humiliating orgasm at the hands of her oppressor. "You will take the caning, slave, and I will stop... Eventually."
 
Kaura panted softly as Abel forced her to rub her clit, her hips grinding up into her fingers no matter how she tried to settle herself. It was all too much, and she honestly feared he was driving her mad with the sensations, forcing her body to bend to his will. His fingers continued to carress her breasts, stroking them softly as he rubbed and rubbed, the perverse sound of her moans filling the room as she lost control of even that. "Please no more, sir." She panted, her back arching as she neared her inevitable release. The hand covering her breast found the vampires, and she squeezed desperately, her hand shaking, "No more sir..... I can't take any more..."
 
So close, so close, the vampire noted, gloating over the young elf's moans resounding off of the hewn stone walls of the room. Her desperate little plea was if nothing else arousing, though the vampire planned to wait on taking Kaura in carnal pleasure. Rather, his response was to move the hand she had clutched to her now free breasts and toy with them, thumb describing circles around one of her hardened nipples. Tonight he would smother her hugs, or in this case, seek to break her with pleasure. That was the crux of Abel's technique when it came to breaking people; hot and cold, hot and cold, just like you would if you were trying to shatter a sword. "You moan like a vapid slut, elf, clearly you can take more. All I am is directing your fingers--you're the one supplying motion." While that was not necessarily true, since he was in control of how Kaura touched herself, the rolling motion of her wanting hips was the main contributor at that point.
 
Kaura arched slightly, teetering on the very edge of orgasm now. It was by sheer force of will alone that she did not come crashing down, engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure. But her reserve would not last for long, even with the vampire speaking softly to her, furthering her humiliation until tears formed in the corners of her eyes. His hand moved hers to her breasts, and he used her thumb to trace around her nipple, teasing her further. ""Sir! No more!" Kaura gasped, as she finally lost her battle.

Her breathing came in short gasps as she stared up, eyes wide with pleasure, and mouth slightly agape. She crashed hard into her first orgasm, her body tensing until she trembled, a long and desperate moan filling the room as her entire being was consumed by the bliss of orgasm.
 
With the cessation of that long moan Abel removed his fingers from Kaura's hands, having brought her low before him, having abased her so very thoroughly. He reached out, fingers glistening with the moisture from her sex, and stroked her flushed face with the back of his moist digits, leaving a trail. "Filthy slut," Abel remarked, the tears at the very corners of Kaura's beautiful green eyes evident to the undead's eerie senses. His fist wrapped around her soft brown hair and tugged, apparently his new favorite method of getting the young elf to move, "Come with me. We are going back down to the slave pit."

Not even giving the slave a moment to gather herself, Abel was off with the woman in tow behind him, this time he was walking much more quickly and clearly expected her to keep up. Out of nowhere, midwhere through their journey, the vampire had a sudden querie, "What did your elders teach you about the conflict between our peoples?"
 
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