I cried out in defiance, desperate to shift her from me though I knew it to be hopeless, I arched my back, pushing against her, but she merely rose a little and drove her elbow into my stomach, dropping me against the board immediately as I once more struggled for breath… she expertly slipped the blade between the clothing and my chest and sliced downwards, I hissed at her as she set about exposing me… I tried to pull my arms forward but the shackles bit deeper into my wrists and I cried out once more…

The leather parted easily and for the moment she embedded the blade into the oak and parted my rent top with her fingers… her eyes glimmering as she exposed my pert breasts… I could see the hunger in her eyes… my face etched with hate as she bore down on me, I tried to invade her mind… intending to drive my hate deep into her, but I hit against the almost impenetrable barrier she had erected…she looked up at me for a second, her knowing smile mocking me, before she lowered herself onto my breast, cupping it with one hand whilst her tongue played across my soft flesh, slowly working her way towards my nipple, she flicked across and teased around it before drawing it into her mouth…her tongue continuing to brush it. I cried out once more, from behind I heard the faint snickering of Vincent as he stood and watched…

She finally released me but not before biting down on my soft flesh… my eyes flashed with rage… my fists clenched and unclenched… I wanted nothing more than to rip this bitches throat from her, there would be no delicate piercing of her skin.. I wanted to watch her fear as her life flowed out about her feet… it was almost as if she had acknowledged my intent as once more her mind flashed across mine…

… the steps of the Vatican flowing with blood, fire raging about her and with a look of purest evil on her face, blood dripping from her…

I screamed out, thrashing against the securing Shackles as they bit into me … her hand quickly rose and grasped my neck, pushing hard... forcing me to slow my movements until I stilled and regarded her with a venomous look, she smiled, her greenish blue eyes betrayed the calmness of her body, and at that moment I knew she too was trying to hold herself back as a familiar rage boiled within her. Slowly she released her grip, and with her eyes ever watchful she returned her attention to my breasts… I tried in desperation to call out to my lover from the shadows, my sweet Helena, but my thoughts couldn’t penetrate the enveloping blackness that she had surrounded us with.

She pulled the knife from the board and continued to flick and suckle at my nipple, biting occasionally before bringing the knife against my other breast… pressing the blade against the skin, not enough to cut through my soft flesh, but with enough pressure to remind me that any adverse movement by me would result in her spilling more of my blood. She kept this up for many moments, her eyes locked with mine… the hatred burnt between us. She was consumed with this need to debase and dominate me, but to what end I couldn’t ascertain… my mind tried to close in on itself and focus deep into my memories…

Helena, I could see her deep in my unlocked memories… she was so beautiful, a beauty that seemed more radiant with each passing day… they way her eyes would entrance me as she moved in to kiss me… our lips locked together, our tongues embraced, each time as exhilarating as that first brief touch… the touch of her lips as she would trace down my neck.. her teeth gently nipping and paying sensual providence to the faint marking on my neck, a sigh of my willing submission to her.

My body would feel electrified as she would move tenderly downwards, giving my breasts such sweet attention, drawing me into her… charging my desires with each flick of her tongue… and then onwards, her nails softly raking my abdomen as she would softly bite my pale flesh…

My mind was bought screaming back with a sudden sharp pain between my breasts, my eyes bolted open to regard Lucretia with the very tip of the blade embedded in me… sitting astride me she know slowly dragged the knife through my flesh, slicing through the top most layer of skin leaving a wake of crimson that followed her movements… I grunted through gritted teeth as her eyes widened at the spilling of my blood. The blade reached the waistband of my leather trousers and she tightened her grip and ripped through the thicker material… cutting across my crotch and then bringing the blade down through the soft leather that covered my inner thigh… I could feel the slight touch as the blade in my skin as she went, feeling the path she took as she sliced away my clothes… before returning to shred the other side from my body… the leather fell away leaving the pale flesh of my legs and tight centre to her enraptured gaze. I cried out with the anguish of being so helpless against her, her face dropped into a more hateful frame as I disturbed her from her twisted thoughts and she grasped hard against my throat, trying to drive the air from my lungs… reinforcing this my whipping the knife across the underside of my breast, I grunted as I felt the burning as my meat was split and then a moment later the warm wetness of my blood as it began to well across my stomach…

Lucretia lifted from me with a repellent grin and thrust the dagger into the wood inches from my head… her finger dipped to the wound in my chest, she ran her finger along its length before lifting it up for a moment allowing us both to see it coated red, then she placed it into her mouth and sucked greedily… my eyes burned with vengeance and the thought of the taste of her blood in my mouth…

With my blood on her lips she slowly moved her head between my legs which were held apart by the chains, leaving me unwillingly exposed to her… her tongue flicked out across me… teasing at my opening with her saliva, trying to force her tongue between me… I tried to buck her off with my hips but I had little manoeuvrability and she merely raised a little in order to drive her elbow into me again, leaving me gasping before she lowered her head once more. Her tongue flicked at my tender fleshy bud… encircling and drawing it into her mouth… her teeth biting down on me… I squealed out and my mind was ablaze with the thought of biting down on her drawing her blood into me and leaving her an empty husk… her tongue moved away from my clit and I heard her spit against my tight opening as she tried once more to force her tongue inside me… her blood coated lips leaving a crimson trail between my legs. Her hands braced tightly against my soft thighs, her nails digging against me as she forced her self harder and tighter against me, striving to slide her tongue deeper into me… I gasped as I felt her slick muscle brush upwards along my tense channel… her spit starting to lubricate me a little and allowing her tongue easier access as she lapped hungrily at me… all through I was aware of Vincent’s stoic gaze as he took in this salubrious scene.

After many minutes of her tongues attention on my tight opening she pulled away slightly and turned to Vincent, speaking in a richly tinged accent…

“The sword Vincent… bring me her sword…” her eyes flashed across me, I knew her intent and it did nothing more than build up my rage as her partner bought her the weapon… she clasped it by the bade and lovingly regarded the hilt, sliding her tongue over the handgrip.. the family crest and flicking across the head of the pommel… she lowered it so that the rounded end rested tightly against my centre… my eyes flashed as she locked with me, her thin grin as she pressed the hilt hard against me… then pressure against me was immense as …at first my body resisted her invasion, she bought the hilt to her lips and spat on it… her tongue flicked across and smeared her wetness across the tip. Again she bought it back to my opening and drove it hard against me… for a moment my body resisted her, but couldn’t resist her continued pressure and I felt my lips parts slightly as she pushed and twisted it against me… I cried out as I felt the pommel split me, roughly tearing against my walls. My hips writhed as much as they were able, my back arched and my head banged hard against the board.

She twisted hard and bought the sword back a little before driving harder against me… the pommel pushed into me and she continued thrusting the length into me, my tight walls embraced rigidly against it. She pulled back again and thrust forward, repeating this and each time was able to force more of the handgrip into me… my body was wracked with the discomfort of her violation and I tried vainly to thrash against it… this only spurred her on, her strokes becoming harder, deeper and faster… her hands were gripping the blade so tightly as she pummelled me that blood drew from her palms. Harder and harder inside me, each stroke making my body gasp against it until she finally wrenched it free of me… she bought the hilt up to her face, her eyes flickered shut as she theatrically drew her nostrils along it taking in my intimate scent before sliding her tongue across it and then taking the pommel into her mouth… sliding her mouth across it, tasting me… I screamed out at her, the senses of intrusion filling me with an unquenchable rage.

Then she dropped the sword with a clatter to the floor as once more she dropped her head to my battered opening desperate to taste me first hand… her nails ripped at my soft flesh as she lapped hard against me, almost possessed as her tongue writhed across my lips, before plunging deeply inside… her wet tongue finding little resistance in my channel stretched from the sword… one of her hands pulled away from me and drove hard against her crotch… making tight fast motions against her fleshly clit through the material of her trousers… I could feel her laboured breathing on my lips as she increased the pressure on herself and her peak began to rise, her other hand clasped hard against my inner thigh drawing a small rivulet of blood… I felt the increase in pace as her hand increasingly encircled her intimacy, her soft groans tight against my pussy… her groans became faster, her breathing ragged until at last she gasped tightly against my clit which she drew harshly into her mouth as her body became wracked with her sensual explosion… she bit hard against my fleshy bud as her peak took her… releasing me only when those deep feelings within her began to subside, and she took to placing her head against my crotch, almost as in the manner of a lover…

After a few moments she lifted her head and slowly pushed herself from me, pulling herself to her feet… her heavy scent of sex filled the air, each breath I took bought more of her into me… enraging me that it was at my expense. She slowly walked round to my head, as she drew near I spat across her face… her eyes flared for a moment before she wiped my spittle from her with her fingers which she sucked deeply… she smiled and then wiped her fingers across my, those fingers that were rich with her post orgasmic flavour that had leaked from her trousers.

“You were quite something Kassie, everything that Reynard led us to believe… but all things come to an end my dear, and yours comes soon…” she grinned and motioned Vincent to return to me while she replaced her long coat and tried to compose herself from her exertions… smoothing out her hair and wiping my blood from her mouth.

Vincent released the chains from the back of the frame and sharply pulled me from it… my senses flared at being free finally and I drove myself forward towards Lucretia, but Vincent grabbed the chains and sharply tugged them backwards. The spike tore into my flesh and I was pulled off my feet, my back driven hard against the wood… I cried out as the rough timber clawed across my skin and claiming some of my blood for its own.

Lucretia grinned and pulled the knife free that she had driven hard into the wood and knelt across me, her knee hard against my chest… “Feisty little thing aren’t you… don’t seem to know when you’ve been beaten…” she turned her gaze to Vincent, “perhaps you should show her all about being beaten?”

Vincent smiled and I heard the grinding rasp of metal and leather as he pulled on a pair of barbed gauntlets… Lucretia moved from me and I felt the chains slacken. For a moment the air was silent and unmoved between the three of us… my sword lay but a few feet away, I tried to brace my naked body against the frame as subtly as I could, then I drove myself forward… I felt the air part as Vincent swung for me, but it caught nothing but air…but his second drove hard into my back. I screamed out as the barbs ripped at me showering his weapon with my blood… I staggered forward, my hand reaching for the sword, when he side stepped me and drove hard into my stomach, again the barbs ripped at my soft flesh… he bought his other hand around to grasp my hair and he pulled my face up to watch his eyes as he ground the barbs deep against me… my face screwed up in pain, a sight that served only to light him up. His elbow cracked hard against the back of my head dropping me to the floor.

He stood across me and reached down, lifting my head from the concrete… for a moment he regarded my bloodied face before drawing his fist back as he lined up to me…

“Vincent!!” the call showered across the empty space as I dimly heard the clunk of the door to the stairwell and Reynard strode into the room. “This isn’t the way Vincent… you know that we need her to suffer, that we need her to know that she did.”

Vincent regarded the architect of my torment with some slight annoyance at having his pleasure interrupted… he sighed a dragged me to my feet, in the process he freed me from the chains but left the barbed shackles in place around my wrists and ankles. Keeping a tight hold of me I was led back to the roof with Reynard in the lead… the storm hadn’t abated, rather it had intensified… the stinging touch of the water against my bloodied wounds just another torture for me to endure…

“It’s in place… attach her securely and then raise it into position. Then I think you had both better get moving, better that you are able to strike at Helena on our terms than hers…” Reynard walked slowly to the edge of the building as the storm clashed about us… Vincent dragged me across to a solidly fashioned X frame at each point lay a fastening for the clasps that bit into my limbs. He drove me down across it, my back arched as the pain rushed through me from the rawness of my injuries. Lucretia hovered over me, her knife pressed hard against my breast threatening to pierce me should I move as Vincent attached the shackles to the frame… methodically ensuring each was secure.

When he was at last done they both stepped away leaving me naked and spread eagled on the frame as the rushing rain watered down my flowing blood, turning the roof into a thin lake of scarlet. Vincent moved to the head of the frame and with brute strength he hoisted it vertically whilst the bitch that violated me locked it down against the floor. Finally they both stepped away leaving me crucified against the frame… I could feel the strength leaving my body as my blood trickled from me. Reynard returned from his distracted vigil and softly spoke to his two hunters, in my weakened state I couldn’t pick up what he said, but they both nodded silently and began to make their way back to the stairwell… only Lucretia stopped to regard me just before she left… her eyes sparkled as she savoured my taste, pausing only to run her tongue across her lips… perhaps at the thought of me, perhaps the thought of what was to come. I watched them leave and the air between Reynard and I lay quiet… but I was aware of the cloud of impenetrable black began to lift as Lucretia’s distance from me increased…

The pain wracked my body as my skin rubbed against the rough wood of the X frame, the rain hammered against my naked flesh mixing with the blood that flowed freely from my injuries and from the spiked shackles that bit into my wrists… my sight was blurred from the flow of tainted water down my face but I could still clearly see Reynard as he stood in front of me… his expression one of a man who could taste the fruit of his exploits. He came closer, but still he seemed to insist on remaining a short distance away, as if even now he felt that I couldn’t be trusted…

“I must apologise for the treatment by your contemporaries… they are highly skilled and very adept at what they do… as you know...” his hand gestured towards me, indicating the symphony of abuse and suffering that they had composed on my body... he sighed and continued… “But they so obviously lack your precision and poise… something I miss Kassie, I do find them somewhat tiresome at times… but they get the job done, and effectively at that… but these sacrifices I am willing to make for the bigger picture… though I can understand if the delicacies of the matter have slipped you by.”

His words were abrasive against the pain that rung through my body… I tried to move my head to follow his track as he moved about the roof, but each slight movement bought about more discomfort…

“Helena Bathory…” he sighed deeply, “Our agency has bought down many of the greatest vampyres through the ages… recently, in no small way thanks to you my dear Kassie. But that is one name that continues to mock me, a Vampyre as powerful and perhaps as infamous as Vlad himself… can you imagine the prestige of having taken down the last of the great Vampyres?” he paused for a moment as if he expected a response… but my body was too tormented and his words flowed over me like the tepid mix of blood and rain that traced down the contours of my body.

He smiled… “My betrayal of you to her was just the first stage… secretly, perhaps, I hoped that it wouldn’t come to this and you would’ve prevailed… but I had to have something set in place should you have failed… which you quite clearly did.” He hissed… I felt the darkness swirl through my mind, as unconsciousness toyed with the fringes of my senses
“You see Kassie, you found out first hand just how powerful and focused she is… the most treacherous of quarries, but what if we could find a way to disrupt that focus… perhaps then we would have a chance to take her down, rather than face her at her strongest we would find a way to weaken her… which we have… in you…”

His eyes narrowed as he stepped forward… my mind tried to focus through the searing pain… greater than the physical pain was the sudden pang through my heart when Reynard stated his intention to use me as a tool to take out Helena… his face broke into a grin as he regarded my tortured face… “Oh my dear Kassie… once your precious Helena is made aware of your tortured demise, that focus will be lost and she will come for us in the grip of emotion… powerful still of course, but without that collected focus she will be wide open to Vincent and Lucretia to finish her… she will throw everything she has at us without doubt, but you know first hand the brutality and nature of my two hunters… I doubt she could survive a simultaneous assault from them…” his voice trailed off his gaze met the brightening London skyline…

“ And you of course will be in no state to help her … Sunrise is fast approaching my dear, of course I’m not one to be sidetracked by the old myths, but its going to be a long day under the full glare of the sun… and in your condition, I have no doubt your demise will be agonisingly slow… a fact that wont become lost on Helena I’m sure…”

Reynard began a slow walk across the roof, pausing only as he opened the door to the stairwell… he turned back a little way… “Goodbye Kassie….” And then he was gone. I threw my head back and screamed out, not with pain but with sorrow and torment… a deep lust ran through my body and I felt my skin prickle at its touch. I tried to pull my hands against my restraints but the spiked metal bit deeply into me and only increased my anguish. My head fell back and a tear mixed with the mask of blood as I gazed at the rolling storm clouds… my mind was in turmoil, the pain battered at me and my thoughts were erratic, but there was nothing that beat the agony of knowing that I had been used as a pawn to bring down Helena, to end her legacy… I cried out, a long tortured scream… I knew that wherever Reynard had gone that he would have heard it…