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To Disappear (kikora and Z.G.)

Kaura sobbed softly as her orgasm came to an end, and the vampire reached up. She flinched slightly as he stroked her cheek, caressing her as he spoke softly. 'Filthy slut' he called her, and Kaura shuddered, unable to meet his eyes, too humiliated to even want to move. But the vampire didn't give her time to compose herself, he wrapped his fingers in her brown tresses, and dragged her to her feet. She followed closely behind, stumbling as her shaking knees didn't want to keep pace with him.

Just as she steadied herself halfway through the trip, the vampire spoke again, and Kaura paused to consider her answer. "Only that it was a mythic battle that nearly destroyed both our people, sir." She told him, tilting her head to look up at him. "The social structure of vampires was ruined, and ours were forced to retreat into the forest to recover. But while yours slowly recovered, mine did not until recently. One of the most successful vampire attacks drove us from our homeland, and we left behind the source of Elven magic, and with each generation since my people grew weaker... It is what I sought." She almost growled, anger coursing through her now. "Your people nearly killed me and my people, even now!"
 
Abel slowly digested the information Kaura provided. Cursory as what she told him was it challenged literally centuries of thought on what exactly was the outcome of the conflict with the Elves on the others' side; the prevailing theory had been that the elves restored themselves to at least something nearing their former glory. The vampires, on the other hand, had taken body blow after body blow, signifying the end of what had been until the end of a vast empire. Those parasites on the continent in which the two resided lost all communication from the continent whence they came, one dominated largely by a coalition of bloodsuckers and human magicians, though that had admittedly been thousands of years ago. The Diaspora had fractured an already complex and delicate social system, especially given how difficult travel was for those kindred who could not resort to the underground waterways most of those who survived escaping had. Even then the three thousand mile journey had taken its toll, reducing the remaining vampires to a sliver of their former size.

Rebuilding after that had been difficult, especially with the series of conflicts they had been in with the amphibious creatures who called the swampy western marches of the continent their own. While the rejuvenation of the vampire population was, in theory, easy and fun they had learned over the years that as a species their greatest weakness was how they repopulated. More vampires meant a greater strain on their highly intelligent, highly mobile food base. It was part of what had pushed their empire across a vast ocean and part of why their social system had been so complex. "So you found the source of your people's magic? What was it like?" That was something Abel was actually very interested in--he sniffed a good story, there. One she had only referred to once before.
 
Kaura raised a brow at the conversation, and how easily he could question her like this while dragging her down to be beaten. But she just sighed, and reached up to put a hand on his, urging him to release her hair so she could walk dignified on her own, rather than half bent over. "Tainted, sir." She said after a moment. "The source was gifted to Elves to keep pure, as it is a neutral substance, and we could keep it mostly unsoiled. Thousands of years of seperation left it black, soiled, and corrupted. Any creature that tread to close was absorbed into it's consciousness, and the evil motives with it, human and vampire especially sought to gain control, and time and again their greed added to it's power." She glanced at him again, and raised a slight brow. "Abysses in Terra is the area affected by the taint." She paused to let that sink in, knowing that the man had heard of the cursed ground.

Named 'Hell on Earth' for a reason, it was a place only the mad dared to enter. Twisted, dark, and seething with an evil no being could control. It was as though every creature, every bit of life was there to kill whatever wandered too close. "The tainted source twisted the land." She whispered. "Originally, it was what the war was over, according to legend. Other species lusted for the power our source contained, and sought to obtain it. My people fought back with all our might, but the onslaught was eventually too much, and the source was lost. Whatever managed to gain hold of the power must have been absorbed into it, and began it's change."
 
If nothing else Abel enjoyed leading the stuck-up elf woman by her hair like he was, especially given that it left her breasts hanging pendulous and the still wet, still engorged folds of her sex on display for whomever they passed. Abel rarely recognized servants individually which lead to some thing that was probably quite unexpected; the servants generally enjoyed their work. Their ultimate superior, the vampire, never feigned to notice them and their direct superiors were loath to be too harsh, lest Abel take notice and take out his displeasure on them in his very direct manner.

He had heard stories of Abysses in Terra and he could not help but believe Kaura's tall tale. She had displayed a steely will and self control that few possessed before their first three hundred years. Generally those with that same spine tended to make big waves in their society, just as Kaura had. Impressive. That had even more delightful implications for Abel's social standing amongst his brethren, perhaps even a way for him to grasp the reigns of power and bring his people back to their greatness. Especially if the elves were wallowing in their own taint. This was all very interesting, all of it saved for later when it came time to think strategically concerning his place in society. The vampire had toyed with the notion of ending his self-imposed exile for a few decades and this would be the perfect situation to do it with.

Should everything pan out well, which relied largely on breaking Kaura.

"If any creature that came too close had its mind absorbed by the source, then how did you manage to come with a 'sample?' Also, what do you mean by 'sample?'" He lead her now down the hundreds of winding stairs to the slave pit.
 
The vampire didn't release her hair, if anything she thought she felt him tighten his grip, and lead her through the halls half bent over, clutching his hand as he dragged her though the hall. Servants in the hall paused to stare, no doubt unused to seeing an Elf being dragged by their vampire lord. And it was humiliating, but there was little Kaura could do too preserve her honor now. She simply took in another shuddered breath and closed her eyes, trying to shut out the eyes of those around her.

"It is because I am Elf, sir." She said softly. "Any neutral creature or being of darkness that approached the tainted source would be absorbed, but I brought only mages skilled in magic similar to my own, beings who possessed great ability to cleanse shadow.... Because it was my species that was gifted the source to begin with my magic was the most effective in driving back some of the shadow, but still... It took almost three weeks to reach the center o hell and see the black spring where the taint had pooled." She shivered at the memory, but kept talking, "If we made direct contact with the black source we would have been killed, instantly. But we used our magic to guide it out, and seal several large containers worth to bring back to my people..." She smiled slightly, and her voice softened. "The elders have more power then I did,... Than I do even now! It took them less than a month to purge the taint. It is not much, but enough to last for a thousand years more, perhaps."
 
A curse rippled through the crashing waves of Abel's thoughts. This was very unfortunate. An overland journey from where they were now to the nearest of his people would take near to a month, whereas a journey via the waterways that coursed from aquifer to aquifer beneath their great land take only a few days. That had its own complications, given the darkness of the underground and the elf's need of light. One or two hours every days could be done, though that meant they would be mixing overland and waterway travel. Getting back via the water was a hassle unto itself, given the other dangers inherent to the journey. However there was more than one way to skin a morsel, as his elders has always said.

The vampire's tongue slowly slid over his lips at the saying. He stopped that urge right in its tracks, placating himself with justifications about the health of this new elf, how he should be cautious. She was the key to an explosion of his influence and so he had to not take it overboard, as he tended to do. Occasionally he would forget when he was feeding off of a slave and Abel would drain someone dry. When they finally rounded down into the area with the great pit he lead her to the shop. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the table she had been bent over before. "Stay there. Lay down onto the table with your arms out stretched behind your head." The vampire went to his stock of switches and carefully perused them, choosing one that would be perfect for his purposes.
 
The vampire seemed almost aggitated after her esxplination, and Kaura glanced up at him, an eyebrow quirked ever so slightly. He looked like he was deep in thought,He licked his lips briefly before withdrawing his tongue, as if changing his mind about something right there. It was all very curious to the young Elf in his command, and she watched him carefully for a few moments before they finally reached the pit heled her to before, and ordered her to bend over.

"Yes, sir." She half growled, and bent across the table. She pressed her breasts to the cool surface firmly, and raised her hands over her head. Her feet she kept firmly on the ground, her legs pressed together to hide her sex as effectively as she possibly could.
 
The vampire stalked forward to the young elf and surveyed the work he had already made of her backside. While it was tempting to lay into her flesh where he already had, to make that punishment even more unbearable, he felt almost as though he could do more efficient work elsewhere. With that he brought the switch down with whistling force, straight down onto the table less than an inch from one of Kaura's sensitive ears. "Roll over so that you are on your back, slave."
 
Kaura could almost sense Abel approaching, and tensed with each step he took. She waited for him to wistle and bind her before setting to work lashig her flesh again, but instead he brought the switch down, close enough to her very sensitive ears that she jumped, eyes wide in fear. His order was clear, and Kaura almost moved to follow it... After all, he had already seen her fully exposed several times now. She frowned at the thought, did having him already having seen her justify him viewing her again? She only has pride the first few times he humiliates her? "No, sir." She said softly.
 
The difference between Kaura when she was bent over a table with her legs crossed, her body becoming minutely more rigid as he approached, and the way her whole body seemed to lift up as she jumped from the sharp thwak! of the swishy cane. How quickly the dynamic had changed, and yet the young elf woman had the wherewithal to assert herself in this situation. Abel lauded the slave's attempt to prove herself once more. "Though a properly phrased response," the rod tapped lightly against the open palm opposite the hand that was holding it, "it is unacceptable. You have this opportunity to comply."
 
Kaura shivered when she heard the swish of the cane through the air. It landed firmly on the vampires palm, and Kaura shut her eyes in terror, a low shiver running up her spine. "I wont." She whispered, tensing further as she pressed herself to the desk. "Whip by back, because I refuse... I refuse to be on display like some slut for you to dish you attentions out to." Her fingers tightened, tangling in her hair as she anticipated him turning her over her and binding her there. Which might be better for her pride than having to turn over on her own will.
 
The vampire touched the tip of the cane ever so lightly to the small of the elf's back, running up her spine between her shoulder blades until it touched upon the nape of her neck, and then drew it back down her back in a large loop. "You are not like some slut, slave, you are some slut. It was not very long ago you were moaning and fingering yourself while you laid upon my lap." He reached down and almost tentatively drew the tip of his index finger along the edge of her pointed ear. "Turn over, slave, for every second I am left waiting your caning grows steadily more intense."
 
He ran the tip of the cane down across Kaura's back, and the young elf tensed to the sensation. Her fingers tightened even more, painfully in her hair as she waited for him to pull back and hit her. But he just pulled the cane across in a large loop, while taunting her. She growled, her a humiliated flush now stained her cheeks. She could feel the slight moist feeling between her thighs, where her own juices had soaked her during his initial punishment. "You did that." She snapped. "You made me do that! I am not a whore, I am not a slut, you're a vile man who controls others and tries to make them believe they acted of their own will!"
 
"I cannot make you arc your back and grind your hips against whatever is touching you. That was your own will for you are the one who controls your body, elf. Have you so readily forgotten the taste and smell of the juices I spread across your face? They did come directly from between your legs." The vampire kept on describing that large loop with the cane as he continued to degrade the young woman, enjoying watching her muscles work beneath her smooth back. The scent of her moistened sex wafted up to his nose, the legacy of their earlier interaction, all the while Abel mused upon how spunky this young elf woman was. It was delightfully refreshing.
 
"You forced the sensations on me, I cannot help that my body reacted." Kaura snapped back, but her tone lost some of its heat. "Like pulling away from a blow, I can't control it... And you very well know it!" Her fingers tightened into a fist and she felt a brief surge of rage when he mentioned the juices he rubbed onto her. In oce motion she rose, and raised a hand, bringing it across the vampires face as she shouted at him. "Vile disgusting man! You dare to speak of what you forced upon me like that, as though it was my will to be used by you? I am not one of these weak willed humans you so often enslave, and you annoy twist my mind so easily." She yelled, hoping that her slap would land... Evenif it did not injure him, she wanted the satisfaction.
 
The blow landed high upon the vampire's cheek and rang resoundingly through the room they occupied and even out into the slave pit. Abel's face was expressionless, almost bland, as if nothing had happened; the implacable will displayed from behind the vampire's muddled eyes was still as evident as a tombstone. He raised a hand and pushed the elf backwards onto the table, a clarion whistle sounding from between his lips. Its melody climbed and soared until it breached a piercing note, then fell back down. The stone warped and bubbled like hot clay around the elf, sending tendrils secure her to the table, restraining her arms and legs. Her arms were quickly pushed up above her head, her legs spread so that her moist pink sex was on veritable display, legs dangling off the edge of the table.

"You make mention of my alleged attempt to twist your mind. I ordered you to turn over and, in doing so, reveal yourself to me." The vampire raised his hands palm up until they were parallel with his shoulders, "Look at you now." His grip imperceptibly tightened around the cane before it fell across her waist. "What do you have to say to that?"
 
She made contact, and even thought the vampire made no indication that he had even felt the sharp blow, for an instant Kaura was pleased. Then she was pushed back, and gave a startled cry. She started to push herself back up, but the whistle was already sounding from the vampire's lips. The table shifted, bubbled, and started to pull at her. Kaura gave a strangled yelp, pulling and twisting as her arms were yanked high above her head, and secured there with the now solid stone, she fell back to keep her arms from being pulled from their sockets, while more threads pulled at her legs. "Stop!" She cried, but they were already parted, her hairless sex glistening softly in the low light, clear on display.

The vampire wasn't done with her, he raised the cane and lashed her across her taunt stomach, leaving an angry red welt across ivory white skin. Kaura only barely held back her cry, shivering in pain, but didn't utter a sound. Her own childish anger earned her this spot on the table, but she would at least have some bit of dignity!
 
Abel relished the minute changes in Kaura's face, how her throat worked right after he laid the cane down across her flat belly, her body responding while she churlishly kept her silence. The cane came down across her stomach once more, then again, before the switch whistled down to slap against the inside of her thigh. Between her legs, where her sex glistened moist and wet, the vampire laid an idle finger to just barely caress her. That selfsame finger rubbed across her lips, so that she would have the taste of herself once more, "Here you are, slave, wet and warm and wanting. Slapping your master like that is unacceptable behavior," the cane came down once more upon the inside of the elf's thigh. "But I am beginning to wonder if you enjoy this."
 
Kaura gritted her teeth to keep quiet, her body tensing each time the vampire laid the rod across her. He struck her stomach again, before setting word on her thighs, staining them red with the long lashes from his cane. He eyes widened when he struck the soft skin at the inside of her thighs, and for a moment her mouth opened as a look of pain crossed her features.

He had no pity for her. Kaura could only wonder what evil she had done in a past life to deserve such tortures, tensing and looking away when he brought his fingers down between her legs, and stroked her sex once more. He smeared the juices across her lips, forcing the taste into her mouth, and Kaura nearly spit it back at him. She was many things in her life. Disgraced, outcast, ignored... An unwilling martyr for a cause she did not believe in... But never a slave, and she would not be for him. One beating or one hundred, she would never be a slave for him.
 
The caning ran up and down Kaura's body, the vampire expressionlessly adding welt after welt to the woman's torso and thighs. One particularly vicious blow sang through the air before it came down on the elf's soft, well formed breasts. The rod dipped between her breasts, down her striped stomach, over her hairless mound until it caressed that most sensitive part of her body once more. He pressed the wetted end of the cane against her lips, "Suck, slave, before your lot descends further."
 
Kaura could only bite her lip as the cane was brought down on her ahain and again. Soon it was as though there was more red skin than her ivory, laid in stripes along her breasts, torso, and hips. Her entire body quivered in pain, and she shook, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed silently. The cane ran across her pussy, and he coated it in her juices before bringing it to her lips. She kept her teeth pressed tightly together as she glared knives at the vampire. "How much further can you descend, you monster?"
 
A very evil man once said words build bridges to unexplored worlds. Kaura's words built a bridge to a world that had lain buried within Abel for so long, since before he was known as Abel, from the time when he was a creature who's sustenance was derived from food, water and air. Before he had come a creature that sucked down the vital essence of a person's body, before he could subject so many to a lifetime, literally a lifetime, of oppression. Before he had become a creature who would revel in that oppression he was a person, hundreds of years ago, he was a man who had words similar to that just before his initiation.

The cane dropped from Abel's fingers and his eyelids shut over his muddled orbs. He remembered what he thought would be the most important night of his life, how meticulously prepared he had been. Before the sun had set he had strapped sandals to his feet, anal retentive in how exactly he laced them up to his knee. The short, heavy chopping sword of his people was on the belt at his side, its rounded pommel a useless, wasted comfort in his hand. His tunic had been freshly cleaned in the river and dried beneath the blazing noon sun. He had donned the rough wool tunic shortly after he said goodbye to the blazing sun and then waited.

They had come during the night as he knew they would. When else would vampires arrive? He had been taken by mock force from his home--the man had even gone so far as to lay open the stomach of one of the ritual intruders--and dragged to a field. It was in that field he had been stripped naked, cold, wet and left staring upwards at the stars. Then came Muriel, the willowy woman who had stolen his heart. After restless nights of whispering into her ear his undying affection, how his eyes warred with his heart for who would hold her image, they had come to a solution. As before the woman laid her cool hands along his ears and stroked them, her full lips pressing against the flesh of his neck.

This time, though, instead of just a half pint here or there, she kept holding onto him. First a sharp pain as her razor edge teeth pierced his flesh, then that familiar wave of pleasure pounding through him. He felt his length stir between his legs and push into her stomach, rubbing against the linen of her dress. But he felt weak, the edges of his vision growing white, the beat of his heart slowing and growing less insistent. The palm of her cool hand pressed against his mouth and he greedily sucked the thick coppery vitae that flowed forth before everything turned sideways. His heart suddenly burst into overdrive, jack hammering in his ears, and he could feel something forcing its way up his throat, some dirty vermin that had gotten lost in his lower intestines.

A push and he was fell into a mound of dirt, then fell into the hole that it had been extricated from. As his flesh slowly grew warmer and warmer, his heart thundering as he convulsed and cried out. Muriel's voice rang out, sated and refreshed, "Welcome to the Descent." Dirt was thrown over him until the hole was filled and then...

Abel shook his head, suddenly back to the present. He looked down to where he had dropped the switch and picked it back up, somehow disoriented. One of his thumbs went down to wipe away Kaura's tears, his expression suddenly morose from the memory, as though some old pain had come to the surface. He set the switch down parallel to the shapely elf's body. He opened his mouth as if to say something but could not find the words and his face settled once again to its normal guarded expression. "You have no idea how far the abyss stretches, Kaura. You have no idea how it feels to be completely blanketed by the darkness with no recourse or second chances, with no way to... You may have had your adventure with a gross of human fodder, but have you ever really gone into that darkness? The piercing, revealing darkness. When it is just you and the abyss, that is the real nakedness, the true revelation when you can no longer pretend to be anybody but who you are."
 
Kaura watched, looking almost stunned as an expression crossed the vampire's face, almost sad and remorseful. He stood frozen before her, his expression glazed over as thoughts seemed to flicker across his mind. The switch dropped from his hands, and landed on the ground with an almost silent impact. She couldn't help but to watch him with wide eyes, following his every movement as he seemed to come around. He shook his head, bent over, and picked up the cane. He reached down to her, and for a moment Kaura tensed, before she felt one of his thumbs wiping at her tears, with a surprisingly gentle touch.

His expression eventually went back to normal, and he spoke softly to her. She could only stare back, her own expression strangely blank as she considered her answer. "I can't compare my life to yours." She said at last. "Especially since I do not know it... And at the same time, you do not know the extent of my experiences." Her voice dropped slightly, not judging, and not angry. "I have been to the abyss. Heard the lies of darkness as it invades the mind and twists thought. It drives away all sanily and hope. I know that better than any here... Except you."
 
The vampire tucked a loose strand of hair behind Kaura's ear, the tenderness of his touch not entirely dissipated. "The abyss is not a liar. The abyss does not steal sanity. It cuts away the pretenses and airs that we put on; it makes honest men of those who survive. It removes from you the," he searched for the right word, the right phrase to convey what he suddenly felt that the elf must know, "the detritus. It boils you down into the essence of who you are, the most refined core of your being. What you call the theft of hope, I name that the gift of certainty."

His lips lowered near to the elf's ear, his voice a small whisper, "The certainty that we all fall down."
 
Kaura couldn't help but to shiver when the vampire's fingers trailed across the pointed end of her ear, tucking a loose strand of hair away before he leaned in towards her. He spoke softly into her ear, a lovers whisper, almost. "Kaura closed her eyes. "You're wrong." She told him back, her own voice pitched even softer than his. "There is no one truth about the world, and no one truth about us..." She told him, "The abyss tears down lies, but also inconvenient truths... It leaves an imperfect portrait of you, one that in every way is true... In every way is right... But it's wrong, it's missing something."

She took in a breath, "The only way to emerge from the abyss sane is to be able to tell what truths have been tainted and lost."
 
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