After a few days later I had got through two chapters of the book. The pain and the throbbing of my head as I read was enough to distract me with the desire for a dose of venom. I was trying to spread the time between doses. Mary didn't force me to take any but if I weakened she would always join in. I kept getting weird visions repeating, a black haired man hanging from his feet bleeding like pig. Screaming and shouting in the halls everyone in panic. Horses. A long haired blonde woman even a baby. Reading was a welcome distraction.
"Read it again. If you don't get it right this time I'm nailing you to the wall." said Mary determined that I complete the next page without mistake. She liked to play the harsh task master.
I began again, I mixed recognising the words with remembering fragments of sentences was able to get through the page without fault. If I had paid closer attention I might have noticed the had at the cane was different from normal. I didn't really notice until I finished the page when Mary's voice moved and the hand began to massage my sore ass.
The cane was traditional, through the layers of dress it didn't hurt exactly but certainly made you pay attention. While each stroke didn't hurt the cumulative effect was enough to make sure you didn't take sitting down for granted again. I knew a couple drops of venom would be enough to ease the pain perhaps the mother super had ordered this. On the plus side Mary had an ointment which gave relief and I couldn't wait until my lesson was over to use it.
"Oh that's nice, durier[harder]" I said I pleasantly. I was comfortably warm from a morning of reading undead erotica. The movement began stronger me, ass was hot from the punishment that morning it melted into the lips of contentment. No cat had been more willingly stroked. Thinking the secret was my mastery of the shadow tongue I added "profundier[deeper] durier" which elicited the response I wanted. The play was as powerful as it was relentless.
"Keep reading" Mary ordered.
I tried to carry on. Each word became harder to get out I struggled to get to the end of the sentence.
"Then with his strong tongue he licked the urdara." I translated urdara didn't translate into english I knew. The massage felt delicious a thousand blessings over the hot lines over my ass. Eventually I finished the page the massage stopped.
"Thanks Mary, What's the word for thank you" I asked.
"Akidas" said a distinctly male voice behind me.
I tried to look behind my self, but my hands were tied to the machine. Laughing slightly Sadismann came into view.
"Looking at you, is like kissing fresh morning honey. I am in mourning for the lost seconds I cannot stare are you" his eye's ran over the clothes elevating curve of my body to the level of poetry My heart frisked at his presence, but my stomach buckled like a pretzel at what he had just done.
"I see your reading is improving Princess." Sadismann said in the shadow tongue.
"Akidas, Sir gives me err great honour with such praise eerr high" I said as I was freed from the vaulting horse school desk/ torture machine.
The Duke sat his young eyes looked pleased, almost enthusiastic. He smiled
"Ukiduos[ thanking of you] would be better in that context but don't worry you're doing well. So well I through your training could use this" H
He handed me jar of ointment. I just found me self staring into his gun metal grey eyes. In his eyes I only saw a reflection of my self. Mary coughed bringing my world back into focus.
"Akidas[Thank you]" I said taking the jar.
"You're wearing it" said Sadismann undoing my hands. It was a real pain not to be able to even scratch your nose on the teaching horse.
YOU ARE READING
The Vampire's Crimson Kiss (Editing)
VampireVictoria is given by her father, the King of the Barren Lands, to the Vampire Duke Sadisman as a hostage. She is a gift from her people as a peace offering. As part of the bargain, Duke has promised, "She will not be sired, she will not be fed upo...
