[M] I Thought You Were A Dream

"So it was your fault that it didn't work out. Typical. All of you men are exactly the same. Your existence is nothing but selfish. All your kind ever does is use and abuse women. You play with our hearts like they were toys." She said, the passion thick in her voice.

It wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out that Jenevieve had some serious issues with the male gender, to such an extent that she was taking them out on Rick.

"Why the hell should I let you go?! What makes you deserve to live more than-" She stopped, cutting off her sentence.

More than Thomas.

The only man she had ever loved with all of her heart. The only person who had ever made her feel like life was beautiful and exciting.

Why was he gone while all these other creatures were allowed to carry on their meaningless lives? It wasn't fair! It was maddening.

His eyes flickered open to gaze up at her before flickering down in shame.

He knew all of this. He knew he had been stupid and selfish and had abused her. This was all stuff that he had been telling himself since she had left.

Rick couldn't answer her when she yelled at him.

Why should he be let go? He felt like shit for being so stupid with his ex all over again.

Silence shrouded him for a few long moments.

"Her name was Christie. She was such a sweetheart. Native to Sicily. Had the most beautiful brown eyes and hair. Always had this annoying yappy dog at her feet that she adored. She had just started working as a nurse in the children's ward at the local hospital when we met. She was a few years older than me." His blue eyes turned up to the Vampire. "She was such a kind, gentle soul but she would never take people's shit."

Jenevieve's eyes squinted as she stared down at him, letting him talk. His chest was glistening with the bright red blood from where she had clawed at him.

"At least now she won't mourn your death." The Vampire said coldly.

"Because by the time this night is over you will want me to give you death." She promised as she got up and exited the room, leaving Rick alone.

She made her way into the kitchen, turning on the stove top on to the highest setting. On one burner she placed a large pot full of water. The rest of the burners she placed various silverware and cutlery around.

Then she made her way back into the living room to gather up the strange looking objects around the television, which had been turned off awhile ago.

She came back into the room and set the objects down on the bed next to Rick, picking one up.

"What is this?" She asked, holding it to Rick's face.

Mourn your death.

As she left the room, those three words filled his mind, taunting and teasing him. Terrifying him. He would die.

He had done something to piss her off and now she was going to kill him.

Rick looked up when Jene appeared again.

A blush painted his cheeks when she held up an object and asked him what it was.

"A....It's a fleshlite," he muttered softly, eyes flickering down as his blush darkened.

Jenevieve studied the toy. The end of it looked incredibly like an....

...oh.

The vampire's eyes widened. The sick grin returned to her face and she couldn't help but laugh out.

"How vulgar!" She said as she chuckled.

She again held it up to Ricks face.

"Spit in it." She ordered, resting her other hand on his thigh and pinching her nails in again as if to warn him what would happen if he didn't obey.

His blush only darkened.

It was a sex toy, not a cute fluffy bunny. It was supposed to be vulgar.

His wide, bright blue eyes turned up to the Vampire as she ordered him to spit. Was she...?

Obediently the human spat into the toy.

He didn't want to know what she would do to him if he didn't comply.

"Good boy." She purred, turning the pinch into a gentle stroke. She swirled the pit around the opening to the flesh light and pushed her finger in and out, making sure it was lubricated well with his saliva.

She then stood up and took her bloomers and tights off. Using her black pantyhose she blindfolded Rick, tying them around his head.

Hiking her skirt up she situated herself so that she was practically sitting on his face. She pressed her womanhood against his lips.

"Pleasure me." She instructed as she took his member into her hands and started stroking it quickly, pumping her fist up and down at a fast rate to get the blood flowing quick.

He watched her fingers push into the toy, swallowing thickly.

Rick didn't want to admit that the sight was...sexy. Watching her push her fingers into a fake vagina lubricated with his own spit was... It was very very sexy.

He struggled just a little when he was blindfolded. He didn't like having one of his senses taken away from him.

At first when he felt the Vampire's womanhood against his lips he thought it was the fleshlite. It took a moment for him to realise that it was actually Jene.

He almost shook his head when she told him to pleasure her. No. No, this felt wrong. Cherri- A little grunt left his lips when her hand curled around him.

This was all so wrong. So, so incredibly wrong.

His tongue flicked out over her folds, slicking her skin before his lips parted and he sucked at her gently, tongue probing and lapping. This was so wrong.

Jenevieve eyes fluttered shut as she felt his mouth began to work against the most intimate place on her body. She took in a deep breath through her nose as she continued to jack Rick off.

"Just like that" She breathed out in in a sultry whisper.

She could feel his member hardening quickly in her grasp, the veins starting to bulge some. She worked the foreskin so that it rubbed up and over the ripe head of his arousal in circular motions.

Once she had him erect enough, she slide the fleshlight over him, pumping it up and down. She started off slow with it, she wanted to pick up speed at an agonizingly gradual pace.

He almost cringed at her whisper.

He didn't want this. Maybe in the past he had. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt. He had definitely had lustful thoughts of her when he had first met her.

But he had Cherri. He may think Jene was beautiful but that didn't mean he could cheat on Cherri.

He was being forced to pleasure someone as she tortured him.

Despite his reluctance, he continued pleasuring her. He was more scared of her than disgusted about the situation.

The vampire moved her hips over his face, pressing down onto him a little more. She knew he wasn't into it but she didn't care.

Smiley had told her to leave and bury some bastards dick between her legs. Well that sure wasn't going to happen. Instead of letting the male body use her, she was using the male body for her own pleasure.

It was an odd way to spite Smiley but it satisfied her anyway. In fact just the fact that she was making him eat her out turned her on more then the act itself.

Her wetness covered his lips, thick and sweet like clear honey.

She continued to pick up the pace on the fleshlight, thrusting it against him over and over.

Rick wasn't into this.

He wasn't happy. He wasn't getting pleasure from it. Any pleasure that he was getting was unwanted.

He didn't want this.

The human wanted to be curled up on the couch watching porn like he did just about every night.

This was so different than what he wanted. So wrong.

Why was this happening to him?

"You can do better then that." Jenevieve said. still rocking her hips.

She was finally fucking him with the flesh light at a fast and forceful speed, and the effort caused her breathing to pick up some. Her eyes focused on the way his skin moved, how his thigh muscles twitched, everything.

Even if he didn't want to do this mentally he had no way of controlling his body if it was stimulated. The power was in her hands.

He could do better than that.

He knew he could. He prided himself on his ability to pleasure women in the bedroom. He was good at it and he knew it.

But that was when he was enjoying the situation. When he wanted to be here.

Rick gave up, ceasing all movements.

Just make it end.

Jenevieve squinted her eyes and frowned when she felt him stop. She pulled the fleshlight from his member and blew on it before gripping it and pulling it up.

With a swift motion she slapped her hand against his testicles, hard. And then she did it again. And again.

"I order you to pleasure me." She snarled, ready to strike once more if he didn't comply.

Rick cried out in pain when he was slapped hard.

He writhed and cried as she slapped him over and over.

But he didn't do anything about it. Just let her have her fun. He was going to die anyway. She could only make it more painful if he didn't do what she wanted him to. What was a little more pain to a dead person?

He just wanted it to end.

When he didn't listen to her she slapped him only once more before returning to using the fleshlight.

With a furrowed brow and a scowl on her face she worked it against him. She definitely was not happy at all.

"Now you're really going to die you insolent, useless piece of garbage." She sneered, fucking him with it until he came inside of it.

Even after she saw the white liquid she continued to use it against him, polishing off his spent member until he would writhe and beg her to stop. And only then would she consider it.

He was going to die anyhow. How could it get much worse?

That release was the worst release he had ever had.

It was... It was unsatisfying. It had been forced from him and he just wasn't aroused mentally.

He hated this.

As the woman continued to use the toy against him, he began to writhe a little. This was slowly getting more and more uncomfortable.

She kept using the toy. He'd be fully drained and to continue such actions like she was doing would cause an overbearing pain to come to the poor man.

She removed the toy and held his arousal in place, rubbing her palm over the pulsing head and slit in forceful circles.

It would be enough to drive any man crazy.

She'd seen men cry and whimper for mercy like children when this tactic was used on them, and Rick wouldn't be any different unless he'd been a trained porn star, and even then it was still probable.

He hissed in pain as her palm rubbed against him.

His writhing became more violent, tugging at the ropes until they rubbed at his skin, making it red and painful.

"Stop," he cried out loudly.

"Stop! Stop!"

This hurt. It hurt so much. Why was she doing this? Why?!

His pleading was music to her ears.

"If you want me to stop you will pleasure me." She stated, slowing down a little so he could comprehend what she was saying instead of being caught up in the misery.

She again positioned herself over his mouth so that he could work it against her womanhood.

"I'm waiting." She jeered.

He cried out in anguish.

Was this really his only way of getting away from this torture? Pleasuring this bitch?

Rick, in an act of utter stupidity driven by anger, pain and desperation, leaned up a little and parted his lips.

His teeth sank into her sensitive flesh hard. Blood filled his mouth and he gagged at the taste of it spreading across his tongue, though he didn't let go of the skin between his teeth.

Jenevieve had a very high pain tolerance, and was not the type to squirm, moan or scream unless it was bad.

She didn't possibly comprehend that Rick would be bold enough to actually do what he just did.

And in that moment she screamed, loud.

Her toes curled and her mind panicked. She had no idea how to get out of this, but when she did he was going to pay.

Whimpering she shot up.

"Ah! You win! Please, I'll stop." She begged, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'll let you live please let me go. The game's over I'll stop."

All though she was lying the pain staining her voice was very real, the desperation was not an act.

That was too good to be true.

He didn't believe for one second that it was true.

Rick's teeth bit into her skin harder for a long moment before releasing it. Immediately be began spitting up the blood in his mouth.

It was vile; made him feel sick.

His body writhed, trying to get away from the woman. He wanted want this to end. To be able to escape. Leave the city, leave the country. Go anywhere but here. Or... Or anther much less optimistic idea.

He wanted her to kill him.

She winced out another scream when he bit harder, but as soon as she was free she was off of him quicker then a blink of the eye.

Trembling she reached her hand down and felt the blood. Never had the red liquid left her feeling so nauseous.

Her eyes were on fire. Her hair frazzled. Her fangs grew.

"You are going to wish you hadn't done that you pig." She said, her voice shaking with anger. The woman nearly screamed at the word 'pig'. She stumbled to her feet, struggling to walk out of the room.

She returned with the knife, the blade searing hot from being left on the burner for so long. A touch from the dull end would blister flesh away.

Blood dripped down Jenevieve's thighs as she staggered back to the bed.

Taking hold of Rick's member she began slicing away. But instead of just cutting it off, she stabbed the knife down the middle, literally cutting it in half length-wise before doing so again, and again, shredding it to ribbons. She then did the same to his testicles, mutilating his genitalia to the point of it being far beyond recognizable.

By the time she was done with that, the space between his legs was nothing more then a gory mess of chopped up, indistinguishable flesh.

She dropped the knife and then fell back against the wall, hitting it with a thud and sliding down.

A pitiful sob escaped her lips and big wet tears streaked down her face, leaving mascara marks in their path.

With trembling, bloody hands she covered her eyes and broke down, crying loudly from not just the pain but the humiliation. And even at what she had just done. She hated men, but the act she had just committed was gruesome even for her tastes. She didn't feel sorry for him though. He deserved that.

That's what she kept telling herself.