Author: trixieadara

Poetry & Blood Part 17 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 17: The Body**

**Claire**

Claire found the body.

It was her normal routine. She had made sure Camille’s needs were taken care of, that she was asleep, cleaned the foyer and sitting room, then moved to the residential quarters. But when she opened the door to Abby’s room, there was … so much blood.

Claire shivered and forced herself not to vomit, holding her hand over her mouth, keeping her eyes shut. She rocked back and forth, trying to fight back the image of Abby’s face covered in wax, her neck bloated and bruised, claw marks and … blood all over her body.

Even after a week, she couldn’t think of it without summoning the nausea, the disorienting vertigo of finding someone still. Empty. Over and over, Claire tried to imagine Abby laughing or smiling. She wanted to remember who she was, but everything melted back into a corpse, into flesh, into death. Abby was gone, and the memory of her was slipping away quickly. Abby was covered in wax, burnt, broken, snapped, beaten, ripped, and drained. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 16 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 16: Fragile**

**Camille**

Camille’s hands shook as she read over Abigail’s feedback. She wasn’t sure when the shaking began. Traditionally, she kept track of the days by when she slept. She stopped sleeping long before the shaking started. Right? Was it long?

She took a deep breath and read over the words together. They blurred more often than not, little red squiggles dancing over the page. Her own words were nothing but cruel hieroglyphics, trapping meaning into caged lines, as though a word was nothing more than a symbol, as though a thing was nothing more than its word. She put on her new pair of glasses. The doctor said this would help, but she was wrong. Perhaps vampire eyes didn’t obey the logic of modern medicine.

“Logic,” whispered Camille. “From *logos*. The word.”

“Excuse me?” asked Abigail. The slender dark skinned girl was on her knees while Camille paced, her chin sticky from the bowl of strawberries, the pages stained with sugary and pale red. Camille’s eyes darted from the page to the nervous quiver of Abigail’s neck. She’d go well with strawberries. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 15 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 15: The Body**

**Miss Lancaster**

“Thank you, we’ll let you know next week.”

Miss Lancaster sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes as the nervous middle-aged woman slipped out of her office. That was the fourteenth interview today. None of them were good enough. None of them had the strength to replace Angelica.

They thought they had solved the Angelica problem with Carol, but she nearly had a psychotic episode during her first Muse Session. Then they tried Stephanie, but she quickly started asking too many questions. They were looking for their third replacement to Angelica, which they needed before they could fill the other vacancies in the staff.

And it all fell on Miss Lancaster.

She alone had to manage Camille’s mental state. She had to keep Emma a secret. She had to manage the business and legal side of Camille’s work. She was acting as agent, babysitter, employer, and confidant. On top of that, Camille was unravelling. She had become increasingly paranoid that other people knew about Emma. She said she had writer’s block. The editors said that Camille’s work rambled or sometimes lacked coherence. She spent long hours in her room, rereading old poems she had written to Laura Karnstein. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 14 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampires]

**Chapter 14: Weak**

**Laura**

Tonight was the night.

Laura lounged in her bedroom, alternating between futile attempts to read and frustrating attempts to write. She wanted to be productive, to have something to distract her, but it was all in vain. Somewhere outside the manor, Claire and Emma were bringing an end to the reign of Angelica in this house. Somewhere, they were doing bloody work, ensuring the safety of Laura’s plans from revenge.

Even Marcilla’s poems did nothing to distract Laura. She had commanded Abby to copy them down slowly for her, though most of them were rooted in her mind. She thought that reminding herself why this was happening, why she was doing all this, would perhaps give her the strength, conviction, or distraction. It failed on that part. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 13.5 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 13.5: Laura’s Legacy**

**Laura**

A week later, Abby, Emma, and Laura all waited to hear from Claire in Laura’s bedroom. It was the first time Laura risked all four of them being together, but when Claire messaged them that she had big news, Laura knew she wanted them together. Emma sat on Laura’s bed, and Abby sat at Laura’s desk. Abby kept glancing nervously over at Emma, but Emma was oblivious to it. The thin, silver-haired vampire sat knitting while Laura paced.

While Laura planned.

It had to be Angelica. Claire had more information about the staff in the building than anyone else on Laura’s team. Besides, she knew that Angelica was their objective. Everything else was a distraction. There were two options that Laura could see: Angelica was going to join Nikki in the dungeons or Angelica was fine, and somehow everyone else was about to join Nikki in the dungeons. Well, maybe not Laura. Sure, things could be traced back to her, but Camille would have to know what she was looking for. She would have to peel back Laura’s influence on the staff to see who was feeding them rumors like truth. Could one vampire remove another vampire’s influence (even a sort-of vampire like Laura)? Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 13 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 13: Laura’s Legacy**

**Laura**

Angelica had been promoted from nuisance to obstacle. Laura knew she had been campaigning against her from the start. She spread rumors and vitriol, trying to get Camille to fire her and banish her completely. That was nothing new.

It started with Claire. As usual, Angelica gave the welcome wagon of cold shoulders, sarcastic comments, and backhanded compliments to Claire when she started working there. Claire reported that to Laura with indifference. She had thick skin but, even then, she would ignore it if Laura commanded her to. Now Angelica was trying to get Claire fired. Abby reported that Angelica repeatedly told Camille and Miss Lancaster that Claire was too nosy and too eager. She was both too lazy and too helpful all at the same time. No matter what Claire did, Angelica had deemed it suspicious.

Now it was Abby. Ever since Abby came under Laura’s service, Angelica instantly picked up on the change in the young editor. She was like a bloodhound sniffing out the slightest whiff of sedition. Any treacherous thoughts to her employer had to be crushed, and Abby was the latest target of her gossip. Claire reported that Angelica thought Abby was too reclusive—too private. She suspected that Abby was hiding something that Camille needed to worry about. Read more »

Lady Lorelei Part 1 [FF] [BDSM] [Humiliation]

That was the third time the waitress checked out Lorelei. It wasn’t unusual for people to admire her once or twice. Once is noticing, twice is appreciating, but three times is obsessing. Lorelei appreciated the obsessive. Compulsive women were her favorite. They couldn’t help themselves.

The waitress refilled Lorelei’s coffee and spilled it while looking down Lorelei’s leather corset. The hot coffee stung Lorelei’s fingers. “Jesus!” she hissed and pulled the finger to her mouth, sucking on it.

“Oh, my goodness,” said the waitress. “I’m so sorry. Let me get my,” the waitress turned away from Lorelei and looked to another waitress across the cafe, a curvy redhead.

Lorelei reached out and grabbed the waitress’ hand before the girl got away. “Stop.” The waitress turned around and stared at the blonde-haired woman. “Sit,” commanded Lorelei and jerked the waitress’ hand down, forcing the waitress to sit next to her.

“Ow,” whined the waitress. But she sat. Intrigue overcame fear. With obsessive girls like this, it always did. “What’s that for?”

“You burned my hand because you were staring at my tits.”

“W-w-what? No I didn’t. I wasn’t staring at your t-t-t -” Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 12.5 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 12.5: The Poet’s Kiss**

**Abby**

The sound of paper sliding over the floor woke Abby up. Her heart fluttered as she caught sight of it, the pale paper catching the moonlight. She was up before she could think better. She never questioned how she got into the bed or how the time had passed. All doubts and thoughts floated away at the sight of another message from her mystery poet.

She held up the page. It was a single line written in a strange, thick, and dark red ink: “Find me in the orchard.”

Abby didn’t hesitate. She had a thousand questions for this poet, and this was the first chance to find out who she was and what she wanted. Abby put on some clothes: dark jeans, a tank top, a cardigan, and some simple boots, and headed outside the house. She wasn’t sure what the rules were, but surely she was allowed to leave her room at night, right? This wasn’t a dorm room, and though Miss K was some combination of landlord and employer, she couldn’t be against people leaving their room, right? Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 12 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 12: The Poet’s Kiss**

**Abby**

Abby held her breath as she heard paper sliding under her door. She closed her laptop and scampered over to find an unfortunate stack of papers from Miss K. Abby sighed and bent down, picking up the stack and taking them to her desk. She’d hoped it would be from her pen pal, but no. They were Miss K’s manuscript, covered in red ink already from the mysterious Laura that the staff occasionally whispered about. Whenever they caught Abby listening, they clammed up and got back to work. Silently.

So far Abby had figured out that Laura was another copy editor. She had seen her before. She was in the … uh … Muse Sessions … with Miss K and the other women for a while. Abby didn’t get a good look at her though. She never talked to anyone during a session. Honestly, she did her best to avoid eye contact with everyone involved. She averted her eyes while she read, often using the book of Marcilla’s poetry to block the sight of what the women did to each other, though she could never block it out entirely. She couldn’t stop seeing the occasional flash of bare flesh. She couldn’t stop the sound. You wouldn’t believe how much sound the body makes during sex, even with the mouth closed, but once they started speaking or moaning, it was a cacophony of pleasure. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 11 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Chapter 11: Plotting**

**Laura**

Emma snored softly in Laura’s lap. Laura sat up in bed, stroking Emma’s hair, thinking. She couldn’t sleep, not after what she’d seen. She had work to do. She had problems to solve. Nikki was trapped. She was treated like cattle, maybe worse. Laura couldn’t save her now, but she didn’t know when she would be able to or how. Laura had some new powers, something strange was changing in her. It had been happening slowly at first, ever since the first Muse Session perhaps, but since her time with Marcilla and Emma, things had been happening faster. First it was her lust and achiness, then Nikki and other women, and then her hunger took over. She couldn’t resist looking at Claire, and now she wouldn’t be able to resist touching Claire.

And of course, there was the blood and the power. Read more »