Chapter 15: Torture and Domination
I tried to pull away, but Naran was simply too strong. Her hand gripped my neck firmly as she restrained me. She held me close to her as if she were going to break me in half. I wanted to spit in her face. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to kill her. The more I persevered, the more I was filled with disgust, hatred and dread.
Viktor lunged towards me, but Naran caught him in an invisible grip with just a wave of her hand. His frenzied screams pierced the air as he struggled hopelessly against her overwhelming power. His body quaked and writhed, his eyes locked onto hers as if he was transfixed by her gaze. Helplessness swelled within me, watching him suffer so cruelly at her hands. I desperately wanted to help him yet I was powerless against Naran's control. There was nothing I could do to save him from her clutches.
A few seconds after Queen Naran called for Dario, the door creaked open as he entered the room, his heavy boots thudding on the floor. Dario walked in with an air of superiority. He looked around the room, surveying with eyes like a hawk, his lips pursed.
Dario, a huge black male vampire, was a sight to behold. Standing well over six feet tall, he exuded a raw power and masculinity that was hard to ignore. His chiselled jawline was accentuated by a neatly trimmed goatee, and his full lips were always turned up in a sly grin. His skin was a deep, rich shade of ebony, which only served to enhance his striking features.
His purple trench coat was adorned with intricate design stitching on the lapel and a white undershirt with a bowtie around the collar completed his look. Dario's muscular physique was nothing short of impressive. His broad shoulders and powerful chest tapered down to a slim waist and narrow hips, creating a V-shaped frame that was both athletic and imposing. His piercing eyes were the colour of molten gold, and they seemed to flicker with a dangerous intensity when he stared at my naked body.
"Come here, Dario." Naran commanded. He moved to stand beside her, and she rested a hand on his shoulder. He followed her orders diligently, like a faithful puppy, and I wondered if she had the same power over all men.
"Viktor, dear, allow me to introduce you to my most trusted advisor, Dario." She said mockingly to Viktor. Dario inclined his head slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Dario is my right hand," the Queen continued, her voice low and measured. "My muscle, as it were. He takes care of the things that I can't be bothered with."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Dario said jokingly as he bowed.
Without warning, Naran grabbed Dario's face and kissed him passionately while she locked eyes with Viktor in a seductive gaze as she deepened their kiss.
"Young blood," the Queen added. "Just what I needed after you left."
Naran abruptly let go of my arm, pushing me towards Viktor with a sudden, sharp movement. I stumbled, almost tripping over my own feet.
“Tie them” Queen Naran ordered Dario.
Immediately, he held Victor forcefully by the arm, taking him to one of the chairs in the room. Dario quickly set to work, efficiently binding Viktor's wrists and ankles tightly with rope. His motions were gentle yet deliberate, winding the rope around Victor’s neck and chest in a mesmerising fashion. Queen Naran smiled maliciously at Viktor as she watched Dario finish the job. Her eyes sparkled as she admired Viktor's body. His muscles bulged against the ropes, creaking under his struggles, but they held his powerful, chiselled body fixed in place.
Full of hatred and jealousy, I thought for a second of attacking Naran, but I was outnumbered and completely powerless so I could only watch and wait for my turn. As soon as he was done with Viktor, Dario turned sharply, moving towards where I was. I noticed a wicked grin on his face as he moved closer. I was then fully aware of my nakedness and felt ashamed, noticing his intense gaze on my nipples and my ass.
He reached out and grabbed me by the arm, his fingers digging into my skin. I winced in pain, but he didn't seem to care. He pulled me towards one of the chairs and roughly pushed me onto it, before he started winding rope around my wrists and ankles. His fingers moved over my skin, feeling every inch of it as he pulled the rope tight.
His breathing became heavy and laboured as he tied me to the chair. With his rough hands he rubbed my breasts, hardening my nipples. He then leaned in close, pressing his lips against my ear. I could feel his breath tickling the back of my neck and a chill ran through my spine.
"You are beautiful," he whispered softly, running a hand down my thigh while muttering lewd comments about my body. I felt completely exposed under his gaze and powerless to do anything as he continued to touch me inappropriately while tying the rope around me ever tighter.
Once he finished, he grabbed my chin and shoved his fingers between my inner thighs, inserting his fingers into my pussy, still wet from the sex. “You dirty slut” he chuckled in a low voice, as he licked his fingers, coated with my wetness. I was outraged by the disrespect and tried to resist, but I was too weak and he just laughed at me. The others didn't seem to notice what he was doing.
“Dario, I need you to do something for me." Queen Naran said. "Go find Baba. Bring her back to this room and use force if necessary.”
Dario glanced at Naran with a slight smirk on his face, as if he knew what she had in mind when she made the request. He nodded once and began walking out of the room without another word.
My heart raced as Dario left to search for Baba; I was scared for her safety but also relieved that he wasn't around anymore. Queen Naran watched Dario walk away with a satisfied expression on her face before turning back to me and Viktor with a cruel smirk.
“Now let's get to work," she said as she walked towards us.
Queen Naran focused her attention on Viktor and stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied his face. When he looked away, Queen Naran grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at her. He winced in pain but did not resist as Naran held him firmly in place.
“Now tell me, who is this woman?" She demanded in a cold voice.
Viktor shifted uneasily in his chair and glanced away from Naran before reluctantly meeting her gaze again. Naran's eyes burned with a fiery red glow as she curled her fingers to inflict pain on Viktor. He refused to scream, even though he was in tremendous agony, which made Naran even angrier. Still, Viktor maintained his stoic silence. Spiteful, Queen Naran stepped away from him, her gaze now focused on me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. She stretched out her hand and gently ran it across my cheek, her touch sending shivers throughout my body.
"Would you rather have me interrogate her?" She asked maliciously. Viktor looked alternatively at me and Naran with a terrified expression.
In a quiet voice, he replied “She's my wife… Lucy Goldman."
Naran released me roughly and stepped back, her face twisted in rage, eyes blazing and lips pressed together in a hard line.
"Why did you turn her?" She yelled. "Why, Viktor?!"
As Viktor wouldn't answer, Naran jumped onto his lap, violently grabbed his dick and started to rub it forcefully. Despite his unwillingness, his large cock hardened and she made him groan with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"You will answer my questions or suffer more of this," she continued in a menacing tone. With her free hand, she started exploring his body with her long nails, savagely scratching his chest, arms and abs. She increased the pressure until blood was drawn and Viktor screamed in agony.
I felt a mix of emotions as I watched the scene unfold. On one hand, I felt sorry for Viktor, knowing how much pain he was going through and how powerless he was to stop it. On the other hand, I could not help but feel a spark of jealousy towards Naran. She seemed so formidable and in control of the situation and her actions spurred a flood of sensations within me that I could not explain.
Finally, Viktor broke the silence. His voice quivered as he spoke, trying to remain composed despite his obvious distress.
"She was attacked," he began, his words falling like heavy stones. "She was bleeding to death and I had no choice but to give her my blood."
The room fell silent as Queen Naran stared at him with disbelief in her eyes. She could not believe what she was hearing – that Viktor had turned someone without her permission, which according to what I was told was completely forbidden in vampire society.
"Oh, but you had a choice… you could've let her die. But you didn't. You decided it was better to defy me."
The truth of Naran's words hung heavily in the air, and for a few seconds all that could be heard was the sound of Viktor's laboured breathing as he tried to compose himself. Naran slowly stepped away from him, her face filled with rage as she paced around the room. I could feel her anger radiating off of her like heat waves, scorching anyone in its range. She stopped abruptly and slammed both fists on the table next to Viktor, and I flinched at the sudden loud noise. I held my breath as I watched Queen Naran consider what action to take next; I feared for both our lives if she chose to punish us for Viktor's disobedience.
Viktor looked up at Naran with desperation in his eyes. "Please, your Majesty," he said pleadingly. "Forgive Lucy for my crime and I'll accept any punishment that you deem fit for me - even death... But please don't send Lucy to Hel. Don't send my wife to prison." His voice was filled with anguish as he begged for my life.
My heart swelled with emotion as I watched Viktor's act of utter selflessness. He was willing to sacrifice his life for mine, and in that moment I felt like he truly loved me. But at the same time, I couldn't help but be scared of what fate awaited me if Naran decided to send me to Hel, even though I had no idea what a vampire prison would be like.
Queen Naran stared at Viktor silently before finally speaking again in a colder tone than before.
"Tell me, Viktor," she said ominously. "Have you and Lucy slept together?" Her use of my name was filled with contempt.
Viktor refused to answer, knowing that any response he gave could be used against him and I. Naran was not pleased by his lack of obedience and out of nowhere a sharp pain shot through my body as if someone had stabbed me with a hot poker. I gasped in agony and looked over at Viktor, who was also grimacing from the sudden torture. Naran laughed cruelly, her eyes gleaming red, before upping the intensity of the pain, causing both of us to scream out in torment for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, Queen Naran ceased her torturing and glared at Viktor with disgust. "Now answer me," she said grimly. "Have you slept with Lucy?"
He remained silent as tears streamed down my face from the intense pain. Viktor was refusing to answer Naran's question despite her power. His strength and courage were astounding, and it only made me love him more - even though I knew that this could lead to dire consequences for both of us.
I felt like I had to do something to stop this madness, so I finally spoke up. "Yes," I said softly, tears still streaming down my face.
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