Author: WindUpBirdInTheWell

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 2 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

**—2—**

The torture room is cleaned. There is still blood spatter here and there, but, thankfully, the vomit has been scrubbed away. My torture devices have been cleaned and put back, shining, onto the tool shelves. I took off my blood-soaked clothes and put on a comfortable emerald silk robe.

James, Susie, and Sarah are brought in. Their feet and hands are in shackles.

“Hello there,” I say pleasantly.

“It is a pleasure to see you, merciful Goddess,” James replies. His sisters bow to me. I burst out laughing.

“Merciful? I don’t think so.”

“Forgive me, Goddess,” James bows.

“Maybe I will,” I say quietly. I take a long look at him. He is watching me nervously. Susie looks at me too, but then her eyes dart around the room and take in the blood stains and the tools on my tool bench. Sarah on the other hand stares straight at me. Her expression is that of determination – and awe? Interesting…

“Do you know what you are here for,” I address James while still eyeing Sarah.

He hesitates. “To please you in any way we can, Goddess,” he replies finally. I like that reply. Read more »

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 3 and Part 4 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

**—3—**

Turning someone into a vampire is not a simple matter of swapping blood. There has to be intent. There also has to be actual death involved. So in order to make a vampire, I have to drink the subject, I have to give him or her my blood, and I have to kill them, all while wanting the turning to happen. I can break their necks, or shoot them, or hang them – it doesn’t matter, really – but the simplest and neatest way to do this is to just drain them of their blood.

If you don’t kill the subject, but follow all the other steps – with intent – then there still will be a transformation, but what you will end up with is a ghoul, not a full vampire. Ghouls also need blood to survive, but they don’t get all the perks the vampires do. They don’t grow sharp retractable incisors, they don’t have our mesmerism or superstrength, and the aversion-to-sun cure doesn’t actually work on them. Their minds also cannot really handle the blood thirst, and they lose their sanity very rapidly. All in all, ghouls are an unnecessary mess. Very few vampires keep them around. We are allowed to create as many as we want as they usually die out within a few months, but we usually have no reason to. (This is unlike making new vampires, where we have to request permission from the vampire lords, and may not get one for several decades. And yes, we do have vampire lords – they are in charge of running our vampire utopia.) Read more »

Lucie: Deadly Pleasures: Part 1 [Str8] [Bi] [Gay] [Les] [bdsm] [inc] [sci-fi] [nc] [violence] [snuff] [bloodplay] [gore]

**—0—**

*This is my beautiful show*

*And everything is shot in slow motion*

*-*Marilyn Manson, “*Slo-mo-tion*”

My name is Lucie. I was nineteen years old when I died.

My maker’s name was Valentine – a cliche name, for sure, but vampires who began their un-life in the nineties and early two thousands tended to go for these. Vlad, Lestat, Spike, Kraven – pop-culture galore. I’m not judging; these names make more sense than using their given names. Vampire Bob? No way.

My maker shouldn’t really concern you though. He’s dead. I killed him while I was riding him, right at the moment when he came inside of me. He turned into a pile of ash, and I finished myself off with the handle of the stake I used to kill him. I rubbed his ash all over my body. It was fun.

What should concern you is this: in the mid-nineties, a cabal of more progressive vampires began researching something that would change the world forever – a cure to our aversion to sun. The cure involved some breeding programs, gene alteration, and magic. They would breed humans to birth genetically altered babies, and these babies would be turned when they reached an appropriate age. They thought that these progenies would take care of them. But we – for I was one of them – were an ungrateful bunch. Read more »