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Jessica came to a full stop as the iron gates of the convent grounds
rose to sinister height before her. She had run without stopping,
without thinking, when she had realized that Constance suffered and
that it was her fault. Now, as the moon fought the sun for control of
the evening sky, she felt fear. If she were found out, Father Martino
would surely beat her till she bled. And what would her master do
about her having disobeyed his only command to her? In her mind, she
heard Constance's fear and pain call out to her again and she drew a
deep breath. Someone would certainly punish her tonight, but that
didn't matter right now. Right now, she had to help her friend.

She slipped in through the gates and crept along the edges of the
walls, staying behind trees and bushes when she could. She heard
voices and ducked behind a tall hedge, breathing a sigh of relief as
the voices passed. She listened with her new heightened senses and
knew that Constance was still in her room and that her punishment
would come later in the evening.

"Not if I can help it!" she whispered.

Boldly, she approached the nearest door and was about to pull it open
when an arm around her waist pulled her backward, knocking the wind
out of her. At the same time, a cool hand was firmly clamped over her
mouth. From the shadows, she saw the door open and two nuns come out
and walk toward the chapel. They only barely missed spying her!

The grip around her waist loosened and she twisted around to see the
furious face of her new master. He removed his hand from her mouth,
but replaced it when she began to speak. But when he lifted her over
his shoulder and began to move like lightening toward his own home,
she fought him. When next her feet touched ground, they were inside
his house, in an upstairs room she had never seen before. She only
noticed the barred windows and the rounded stone walls before she
turned angrily to him.

"I must save Constance!" she said. "Do you know what she has been
suffering since I've been gone?"

Her anger became tinged with fear when she saw the dark light of his
eyes.

"I knew of it the moment you heard her call out to you, Jessica. Why
did you not wait for me?"

When she couldn't answer, he said, "I gave you one command: do not
leave these grounds."

"I had to go," she said, though with less certainty than before.

"You did not obey me because you did not trust me!"

Her heart began to thud. She had really disappointed him. He would
probably cast her out now.

"Do you really believe that?" he asked.

She tried to stand up straight and not shake as she said, "If you
don't want me here after this, I understand. I ask only that you give
me this power of yours, so that I can save my friend."

He moved closer, looming darkly above her, and, in a most passionate
voice, asked, "Is that what you want, then? That I make you a vampire
and cast you away from me?"

Her voice choked as her eyes filled with tears. She stared into his
beautiful face and shook her head no. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrists
and pulled her arms above her head, fastening them with iron cuffs
that hung from the ceiling. She had not noticed these, nor the cuffs
on the floor with which he now fastened her ankles, leaving her
spread-eagle, her skirt riding up, held firmly in place in the center
of the small starlit room. He made another lightening fast movement
and she was naked, her gown in shreds on the floor nearby. She
shivered and looked at him.

She thought she saw him smile softly, but this quickly turned to a
scowl as he folded his arms across his chest and shook his head.

He said, "Tonight, Jessica, you will learn a number of very important
lessons." He turned his head and called to Peter.

Jessica blushed. Peter, whom she now considered a friend, had
massaged body her during her time here, but to have him see her naked
and bound, in this position, shamed her deeply.

Her master said, "Your lovely body is the least of what you should be
ashamed of at this moment, Jessica."

Peter arrived, his head bowed.

"Peter, you were told to keep watch over Jessica, were you not?"

"Yes, Master," said the boy.

"And where were you when she left this afternoon?"

"I...I was sleeping, Master."

"Yes, and while you slept, Jessica put herself in terrible danger.
Danger that could have been averted completely if you had done as you
should have. Isn't that so, Peter?"

The boy glanced at Jessica, then looked toward his master, and said,
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry."

The master ran a gentle hand through the boy's dark hair and said, "I
know you are, Peter. Now, prepare for punishment and bring me the
tool you think is most fitting."

"Yes, Master."

As the boy began to strip, Jessica saw where this was going.

She called out, "No, Master! This isn't fair! It's not his fault
that I ran away! You mustn't do this to him because of me!"

But he ignored her as he watched Peter shed all of his clothes,
revealing his finely formed young body and his smooth, flawless skin.
Peter walked away, toward a cupboard near the door, as Jessica watched
the muscles move in his strong legs and high buttocks. When he turned
back, her eyes were drawn to his penis, which, to her surprise, stood
to attention like a soldier. She only looked away when the boy turned
again and held something out to the master. It was a bundle of long
twigs, tied together at one end. When the master took the bundle,
Peter turned again, then bent over and grasped his ankles, raising his
superb bottom high in the air, presenting a most vulnerable target.

Their master finally met her eyes and said, "Observe, Jessica, and
learn well. You love this boy already, don't you?"

"I do, Master," she said. "Beat me instead."

"Be patient, my love. Your turn is coming. But consider this portion
of your punishment now. You have a responsibility to those you love.
Your actions have brought this about and now you must bear it."

He took position behind Peter and brought the bundle back with his
extended arm, and said, "Watch, Jessica, and if you turn your eyes
away at all, I shall beat him even longer and even harder."

"Master, please!" she cried, one last time.

But she could not stop this and she was forced to watch as the bundle
of twigs came down again and again on Peter's backside and thighs.
Above the thrashing, she heard the boy whimper and moan, but not once
did he protest, not once did he try to escape the whipping. Forced to
watch, Jessica found herself amazed by what she saw. Such perfect
submission. Peter appeared almost regal as he remained in position,
offering his now red and welted buttocks for a punishment of his
master's determined length and severity. Though tears now spilled
from his dark eyes, he did not move. And behind him, their master
meted out punishment with cool dispassion, yet somehow fully aware of
even the smallest reaction from both Peter and Jessica.

Finally, the awful beating stopped and Peter was helped to stand up
straight again. He fell into his master's powerful arms and wept
against his chest, while the master smoothed the boy's hair back from
his angelic face and wiped his tears away. He handed the crude whip
back to the boy and ordered him to put it away and to wait near the
door, before turning his attention back to Jessica.

As if awakening from a dream, she felt the shock of his eyes upon her,
and she shivered.

"Now, Jessica," he said. "If you had shown patience today, and waited
for me, none of this would have happened."

"Master," she tried to explain. "You are so calm and so sure of
everything. I am not. How could I be patient under such extreme
circumstances?"

"Patience...even under extreme circumstances, yes. And here we come
to your next lesson."

He turned again to Peter and said, "Do not strike her or penetrate
her. Do not speak to her. And do not allow her the ultimate pleasure
under any circumstances, even those most extreme. She shall have a
lesson in patience."

"Yes, Master," said Peter.

To her utter astonishment, her master turned to leave. She called out
to him.

"Master, wait! You can't leave! Please!"

But he was gone. Then Peter came to stand before her, his face still
red and stained from tears. He was still naked, but seemed not to be
bothered by this. She asked him to release her from her bonds, but he
didn't so much as acknowledge her request. Instead, he cupped her
breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, urging
them to hardness. When they began to stiffen, Peter squeezed both and
rubbed them roughly between his thumbs and forefingers.

"Peter, no, you must stop," she said, even as she quivered at the
sensations that spread from her breasts to her entire body.

Words came to her to describe her pleasure. Her master had insisted
she learn words to describe her body and his, and the acts that passed
between them. Red-faced, she had whispered the word 'cunt'to describe
what she had only previously referred to as 'that place between her
legs'. The word passed through her mind now; Peter's hands on her
nipples made her cunt swell and she wished she could bring her legs
together. But, now his mouth closed over one nipple and his tongue
rubbed it roughly before he nibbled and sucked at it and she thought
she would die. Slowly, then, his tongue trailed along her body, over
her belly, down one thigh and turning inward, toward her cunt.

"Don't!" she gasped.

But now his tongue opened her lips and pushed into her, drinking from
her, running the length of her cunt and centering on her clitoris.
She gasped and shuddered as his mouth worked the pulsing nodule, her
breathing became uneven. Suddenly, he moved away again, and she
helplessly moved her hips forwards, her hungry cunt searching for the
mouth that had aroused but not satisfied her. She groaned. But Peter
stood behind her now, his cock pressed to the crevice between her
bottom cheeks, not entering her, his hands again on her breasts, then
at her cunt, fingers delving into her, lightly, teasing, missing the
spot. She growled her frustration while he kissed her neck, simulating
his master's bites, sucking at her hot flesh.

The boy was a genius of arousal, bringing her to the precipice
repeatedly, yet never allowing her to come. By the time she saw her
master standing in the doorway again, her own face was stained with
tears. Gently, her master called to Peter. Peter stopped what he was
doing and went to him immediately, basking in the master's smile and
caresses. The master tilted the boy's head to one side as he revealed
the two small sharp teeth, which he now plunged into the boy for only
a moment before releasing him and sending him away. He came to
Jessica and let his deep blue eyes move slowly over her entire body.
She tried to look away, but could not. She ached with desire, craved
release as she had not thought possible. She wished he would touch
her, was afraid she would beg him to do so if he did not. But, what
if she begged him and he still did not?

His voice startled her.

"And have you learned a little now about the value of patience,
Jessica?"

"I've learned that I truly lack it, Master."

He laughed slightly and said, "Well, that's a start. And now, a final
lesson, one of obedience and trust. I am not a cruel master, Jessica,
and when I command those I love, I do so for their own good. I expect
absolute obedience."

He moved in close and the look he gave her broke her heart.

"What would I have done if something had happened to you out there?"
he demanded. "I might have lost you! And then you return to me with
mad talk about casting you out!"

She began to weep again, seeing the pain in his eyes, and she said,
"I'm sorry...I should not have doubted...I should have trusted you and
obeyed you."

"Yes, you should have."

He stood close to the side of her and brought his left hand in to
caress her aching cunt, gently, not allowing her the release she so
needed. And then, as his left hand continued to massage and tickle,
his right hand came crashing down on her bottom, stinging her, the
sound filling the stony room. He slapped her again, harder than he
ever had before, pushing her forward into his other hand. A third
time his hand landed on her bouncing flesh with supernatural force,
burning her, drawing choked screams from her as his other hand brought
her such maddening pleasure and hunger. It seemed to last forever and
she lost track of how many times he had smacked her by the time he
touched her clitoris, rubbing this gently but insistently until she
lost all control and ground herself against his hand, praying he would
not draw it away. He did not, but continued to hold her with his left
hand and spank her with his right as she came in a blaze of passion
and pain.

She was dizzy. Her body was soaked from top to bottom. Somehow she
was freed of her bonds and found herself facedown over his lap, a
position she was growing accustomed to, one she found great safety and
comfort in. She sighed, then groaned as he began to spank her again.

He said, "You are mine, Jessica. You will always be mine."

"Yes, Master," she sighed.

"And you will trust me."

"Yes, Master."

"And obey me."

"Always, Master."

He stood her up then. Her bottom blazed and she knew that he would
let her suffer with it. And she wanted to suffer with it. She
deserved no less. He took no blood from her tonight, nor gave any to
her. He lifted her into his arms and carried her from the room, down
a steep winding staircase. Down the corridor, he kicked open a
bedroom door and sat on the bed, still cradling her in his arms.

"I must leave you now, Jessica," he said. "Think on this: how ready
are you now to commit to forever?"

"Forever with you? I'm absolutely committed."

His voice was most earnest.

"No, Jessica, I tell you to think on it. We will be together forever,
have no doubt. But, are you ready now? Will you join me for sleep
when the sun is high in the sky, see no more the sun rising in the
east, hear no more the song of the lark? I can wait, Jessica, if you
are not yet ready. But, do not answer now, my love, think on it."

Sleepily, she nodded.

He smiled and said, "Now, see what I have brought you."

He set her down in the bed and she saw the other person who slept
there. Constance! He had rescued her! She was safe now and with
her. Ignoring the pain that still throbbed in her swollen bottom
cheeks, she sat to brush the golden hair back from her friend's face,
then jumped up and hugged her master, kissing his face, his mouth.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you!" she cried.

He held her a moment longer, then laid her down beside Constance and
pulled the covers up to her neck. With a final kiss to her lips, he
was gone. Jessica snuggled close to her friend, careful not to wake
her. There would be time to talk later. She had nothing but time
now.