Crimson Rain

It was humorous to watch them. The trio of toys Belle had provided yet again for the council's entertainment. Jean-Claude always so aware of Asher and the ordeal he went through. The golden vampire an abomination of his former self, barely maintaining sanity. And the girl, the dark haired one they found lying in a puddle during a storm. With no memory and nothing to trade but her own body. Puddle would have been a much more amusing name than Rain, Padma thought as he watched Jean-Claude stroke himself into the young woman from behind as Asher was in turn behind him.

I wonder how hard...or in fact how easy it would be to push Asher over the edge. His fall would be devastating to Jean-Claude and a sure insult to Belle; that she had failed to repair her child would be known by all. The Master of Beasts smiled as he sat in the council's lounge and watched the performance. Petting Anja, his newly broken pet wolf, he toyed with the silver collar around her neck, bringing lupine whines from her as the raw skin underneath the collar was disturbed. He had collared her in human form, pressed himself deeply inside the woman, and then made her change to the wolf. It was a wonderful ride.

He was just about to call his servant Thomas forward to lay the groundwork for his new game of causing Asher to fail, when something the three slaves did caught his eye. Jean-Claude was increasing his pace to spend himself on her ass and was feeding from the woman's shoulder when Asher began to reposition himself around to unload his seed on her front. Jean-Claude had instinctively reached out to support the damaged catamite, but Asher was startled by the touch and his nails sliced across Rain's breast, drawing blood in three furrows. For the slightest moment, there was some entity, some fearsome and dark force alive in her eyes. It was gone almost immediately, but it had been there none the less. Belle had allowed everyone to assume that this dark haired beauty was human, and even now the Beautiful Death appeared to be disturbed by Asher's mistake. He quickly got back into position and used his hand to try and ejaculate himself onto her chest, but Belle stood up from her chair.

"If you cannot be as you were trained, then I have no desire to watch the three of you stumble about," Belle purred in her venomous annoyance. "You are dismissed."

"Ah, Belle Morte, you hold too great a standard for your slaves," Padma stated aloud to the entire council. "Asher is of course never to be what he was..." He smiled as Asher's head fell. "but I for one would like to see them finish this dance. It would seem to me to be poor sport to end a performance before the climax." He laughed at his own pun.

"Yes, Belle, do let them continue, I find the Lady Rain to be fascinating," Oliver the Earthmover added, obviously having seen the same reaction in her eyes.

"My apologies, gentlemen, but when a servant of mine fails, they are not to be rewarded. I will decide their punishment and It will be as I have already commanded." She stood, watching the three servants leave the chambers. "Now I am sure that my cats Vargo and Pierre will be perfect entertainment to redeem my reputation. Wont you?" she questioned her Lions.

Padma couldn't have cared less about the meek cats. There was a mystery to Rain. He had not failed to notice Belle's attempt to rush them out of the chambers, and just as she disappeared through the doorway, he had spied her breast, her almost healed breast.

Roughly grabbing Anja and pulling her collar even tighter, he fed from her furred neck. Even as the silver collar slightly burned his cheek, he pushed two of his fingers into her wolfen slit. As the pathetic wolf whined in pain, Padma knew that Rain would come to know the same mercies he showed all of his women. Somehow, he would pry the tantalizing female away from Belle.

As Vargo and Pierre started to stroke each other to hardness, Padma turned Anja's rump to him and pulled out his rigid cock. Using her tail, he forced the small vagina to take his formidable length. He cut her rump with one of his lengthened fingernails and let the blood drip down onto his shaft to give the lubrication that he needed. As he fucked her, his thoughts were of Rain and what she was. Long before the two homosexual cats swallowed each others seed in their finale, Padma shot his load into Anja and sat back holding her tail to the side so he could watch as the semen dripped out into her fur.

I wonder, if she were a wolf, then Belle would have no use for her. Now, how to infect her and bring her to his dominion without causing a war....