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Again and again he was struck, his suffering staining his countenance as he whimpered and shuffled against the imprisoning legs. It was a wonderful distraction from Kira’s own ordeal, one that had her entranced while it was occurring.

Her wondering as to what he was going through was suddenly and graphically revealed to her when there was a soft song of speeding passage from behind her and a pair of crosses landed on both her buttocks. Caught by surprise Kira let out a cry, and then danced against her bondage, trying to roll through the burning flickers they’d left behind.

A moment later a single crop struck, and then the other, the two nuns alternating in her chastisement, applying it with a fixed rate, never wavering from their pace, no matter how much she shrieked and struggled.

Tears were rolling freely down the features of both slaves as they were mercilessly punished for the hunger of the crowds, the savaging of her rear stopping Kira from gaining the release the vibrator promised.

With her reduced to a sobbing wreck the beating stopped, and she almost swooned in the ropes, choking back a sudden flare of utmost satisfaction. To have been pushed beyond tolerance, and to have exceeded it and been punished so thoroughly was utterly liberating.

So disorientated and confused were her scrambled senses that she barely noticed the loss of the vibrator.

But as the second nun started to recover the pegs her awareness returned suddenly, each flight releasing a sudden shock of stabbing havoc through the pinches as sensation galloped back in and told tales of the trauma it 172

found. Wincing and croaking her petitions for clemency against such travail, Kira spasmed in her bondage, fighting the ropes in a bid to alleviate her stress. But even if she were free, what could she do? She would have to remove the pegs to get rid of their insufferable curse upon her, and to be free of them meant she had to accept their parting gift of suffering.

Torn by the calamity, Kira was weeping freely when the last came away, and then the nipple clamps were taken hold of. The nun looked into her eyes, pulling gently on the chain to increase their effects, teasing her as Kira tried to brace for what she knew would be the worst of the extractions.

The clamps came away together, and a second later Kira screeched into the air, her breasts exploding with effulgent pangs. She tried to break free, to grab them and comfort the punished flesh, but she was still bound too effectively and could do nothing save feel the effects slowly dwindle back to a bruised throbbing.

The gag was opened and taken away, leaving her tongue slack and lifeless in her mouth, seemingly unconscious after its capture.

The nun capturing the lupine stepped aside, releasing him, letting him sag to the floor in a heap, exhausted by his scourging.

The other nuns also withdrew into the shadows, leaving the monitoring pair to throw open their cloaks and come forward. Both lupine and vampiress were startled to see that they bore no other armaments save a black replica phallus that spouted from their loins, merging with the fabric of the garment. They strolled forward, stepping behind each slave and taking hold of collar and phallus.

The male was pushed forward, driven by a prodding penis 173

until his face reach Kira’s belly.

The nun behind Kira locked a hand into the rear of the thong and yanked. The fabrics snapped easily, pulling Kira back and onto the tip. As she fell back from the coarse stripping she mounted herself onto the waiting pole. Arching her back she released a howl as it opened her long starved rear and sheathed itself deep into her tracts, the motion of its passage almost making her faint from sheer ecstasy.

The pleasure was taken to a new zenith as the face of the other slave was buried into her freed sex, his lips kissing before his tongue reached into her and started to lap. An icy groan spilled from her throat, shaking unsteadily as the nun held her close, pushing back and forth, grinding the phallus deep.

Latex-gloved hands reached around and held her stomach and caressed her breasts, the cool digits tracing routes across the flushed skin, teasing the bruises and sites of previous torment.

Cupping Kira’s chin, the woman drew her back to lay against her collarbone. Her rear was being opened by deep plunges from root to tip, her tracts dragging along the length, filling her with hot bliss.

The tongue of the male attended her with skill, circling and lapping, flitting and sucking at her clitoris, occasionally driving deep to offer a shade of penetration.

All the while his body moved back and forth with the relentless plunge of his anal attacker, the woman riding him, holding his hips for an anchor.

‘Change,’ whispered the woman, as he was pushing into Kira’s depths as far as he could.

There were some resonant crunches, like bones snapping within flesh, and the moist creeping chuckle 174

of migrating meat. Kira jolted her head up, defying the hold of the nun behind her to see what was happening.

As a penalty the woman jabbed deep and twisted, making Kira cry out, but still she kept to her pose; she had to see.

The male swelled, snapping the ropes as he grew into the abomination she had seen previously. His features spilled forth as a fierce light lit up within his eyes. Dense fur erupted from his skin, covering him instantly as the nun was forced back a little way, his body growing larger, his limbs arming themselves with rippling banks of muscle.

When his tongue accepted the canine change Kira threw her head up, her neck straining towards the ceiling as she released a keening holler of response. His tongue drilled into her, reaching deeper than any mortal specimen, rivalling the most well-endowed manhood, its base opening her, its roughness scraping against her clitoris to have her yell with a mix of pleasure and pain.

The results were increased as his fangs nipped at her inner thighs when he meandered aside to lap at the tender regions. The light scratches made her sing her turmoil, the feel of their caustic nature to her flesh making them throb, her body protesting at its inability to heal the cuts with its ordinary unnatural celerity.

Controlled by paroxysms the nun held Kira tight, keeping her upright as her muscles pushed the ropes to their very limits. Her legs yanked at the bonds, her arms flexed against the entrapment, her rear still being filled by pleasing jabs.

She could not handle the sensations, they were too much for her, they were even harder to sustain than the beating and the pegs. Fighting fervently to get free, her 175

scream rose through infinite reaches as orgasm arrived.

The long deprivation heightened it further, and as the lupine poured his tongue into her every muscle was taut, every tendon raised against her skin, every vein thumping with her dwindled beat. flare of

The nun stabbed deep, filling Kira even more acutely before retreating to expose an exhausted wreck.

Sagging against the rope and the hold of the nun, the male was drawn back, the woman removing herself from his rear and standing up, leaving both slaves quivering.

The nuns threw their cloaks back into place and moved into the shadows with their brethren, the shadows devouring them all, engulfing their dark clothing, leaving only the hints of their pale skin before these too were lost into the depths.

The stage slowed and stopped, ending the carousel of depravity and letting the catwalk again be revealed by intense beams.

Four of the handmaidens appeared, entering the glow, their naked flesh gleaming in the light like milk. They sauntered over and opened Kira’s thigh bonds. She staggered a step and almost fell to her knees, caught unawares as to just how dependent she had been on them for support.

The servants snapped leads to the collars of the slaves, and with a monitoring servant lingering behind with a cane, they were escorted back along the path and into the waiting area.

Once within the solitude of the chamber the girls removed Kira’s ropes, folded them neatly and set them beneath the table. Without word or explanation they left, leaving the drained pair to slump on the floor.

Regarding her legs, Kira saw the small scratches the 176

werewolf had imparted with his kisses. The skin was healing as though she was mortal, unable to level its regenerative powers against the bite of the arcane beast.

As she traced the lines a warm heat ran through Kira’s spine and she turned and regarded the lupine. The beast was crouched low, his incandescent eyes locked to her form, burning with lust. But instead of fear, only the most powerful excitement rolled around her mind and belly, churning her throat, making her pant with unneeded breaths, her cold heart quickening to a new and fervid pace.

The lupine tensed, his fur undulating upon the waves of rippling muscles. His tongue spilled out and licked his lips, revealing massive fangs as he gathered his legs beneath him, readying to pounce.

Kira kept her ground, adopting a similar prepared stance, clawing the floor. With a snarling hiss she revealed quadruple fangs, her painted lips curling back to reveal them in full as her eyes lit up with an inner light, the crimson fires throbbing deep within, a manifestation of her temperament.

With a subdued roar the werewolf charged towards her, his erection plain, the teasing wrought from his abuse and the tasting of her having stoked his hunger for more substantial fulfilment.

His speed was uncanny and rivalled her own.

Connecting with her midsection he tore her from her feet and carried her in the air before slamming her to the wall. Kira’s back cracked the stone, driving defunct air from her lungs but stunning her a little. Held to the surface she felt him establishing a more severe hold through which he could attain his goal.

Dropping an elbow she caught him between the 177

shoulder blades, the severe impact driving him down a little. The strike would have severed a mortal spine with ease, but to the lupine it was little more than a stern punch.

Releasing his hold he span and flung claws at her head.

Kira ducked with a ferocious grin, letting a scintillating spray flash above her as his talons tore deep grooves in the stone, spitting out glowing motes under their passage.

A drum tone was sounded as her fist slammed into his stomach, the muscle like sandbags beneath his skin. With a startled rasp of exhalation he threw up his right leg and swept it aside, the speeding kick catching her across the side of the face. Her gaze jerked aside as she felt heat in her cheek from the strike, but unfazed she merely lurched forward, fangs leading the way to try and take a chunk from her assailant. With a shuffle of movement her head was caught in burly arms, the headlock stopping her dead and leaving her pinned.

Immediately she back-flipped, arching her legs up, contorting herself in a way that should have snapped her backbone. But the blood in her veins had made her body something beyond mortal, beyond vampire, and with a savage impact her heels cracked against the lupine’s jaw, spinning his head aside. With a growl of wrath he spat the blood from his lips and cast her aside, sending her careering recklessly, fighting to keep her equilibrium as the velocity he imparted faded from her tumbling form.

With a premature strike she met the other wall, her head leading her passage to bring a flash of white before she toppled back and landed on her rump.

The sound of clawed feet pounding the floor reached her ringing ears, and operating by sound alone she whirled from her lowly position. A pirouette on one heel 178

let the other leg lance out and strip the beast’s feet from beneath him. Before he fell she launched herself up, letting a wicked swipe of her fist lead her ascent. The crack of knuckles against jaw buffeted her ears and the furred mountain was sent reeling back. His feet scrabbled beneath him, trying to recover, but Kira’s assault had been too much to cope with and he fell with a heavy thud, sprawling across the floor.

Kira dropped back to her feet after her brief flight and dove into a cartwheel, emerging from it into a dive, her hands reaching out, formed as claws to sink into him.

There was a swift spin and the beast twirled, flipping over and stopping her in the air by clamping a hand about her throat. Before she could react he thrust aside, casting her back into the wall once more. The creature sprang to his feet and stormed her before she could recover, her weary legs carrying her forward a few steps, her back pounding with the contusions heaped upon it.

Throwing himself into her stomach, she was thrown into the air by his hold and then dropped to the floor, the beast hurtling down and using her as a cushion to break his fall. The stone shattered into shards and nuggets beneath her, and Kira’s mind dissolved into primitive reaction, both of them reduced to beasts.

Kicking and scratching she aired sibilant tones, her jaws wide, her face contorted with wicked choler, corrupted by unholy power. The lupine grabbed her wrists and pounded them to the floor. Pinned down, Kira felt his length touch her moist sex, prodding like a blind man’s stick, seeking entry. Unwilling to give in so easily she fired her head up. Her brow met his snout, jerking his head back. Immediately she thrust her head back in after it had bounced from the assault. Her fangs caught 179

skin and sank in, allowing her to steal a lap of his essence.

It was like drinking liquid fire, a cocktail of the most volcanic emotions that seemed to enter her through osmosis, pouring through her soul and driving her onwards.

The lupine scowled at the bite and keeping hold of her, flung his right arm to meet his left, trapping Kira on her side as his legs hooked into hers and kept them subdued with his weight and strength. Kira let loose a series of serpentine hisses, trying to break free as he used his hips and legs to complete the manoeuvre, turning Kira over and placing her face down so she could not repeat her attack.

With rasping frenzy she squirmed beneath him, fighting his hold as he dug his feet into her inner thighs, pulling them apart and shuffling down.

Her sex was wet with arousal, the sanguinary blood rage heightening her libido to unprecedented levels, leaving her open to penetration. She felt his length rub against her portal and then slither in, drawing her open and rolling into her like a piston of elation. Kira froze, her mouth wide, releasing a groan of rhapsody that poured out in a prolonged note until he was pressed against the limits of what she could house.