AN: This is my third attempt at a Bella/Victoria story. Quick warning: if the idea of eroticized rape/abduction offends you, you should click the back button right away. To everyone else, well, let's see what we have here. It's in Vicky's POV and in this story there are no special vampire powers, no wolves, and no Volturi. I don't want all those plot mechanics to over-complicate things.

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All Red

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Chapter 1:

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Dark night. No stars. No moon. Like many nights before it I once again found myself perched on the rooftop of a certain house. Relaxing, breathing in the cold night air. Crouched there in the darkness like a piece of statuary in black silhouette. Waiting. After a while I crawled to the edge of the roof, on all fours like something slithering, and looked over. The girl's bedroom window was just below and there was a pipe right beside it as if arranged there for the actual purpose of stalking her. I'd had much practice at scaling the pipe over the last couple months and by now I could do it upside down. My vampire strength made it easy to support my weight and it was only a few short feet to the window. The curtain was closed, but there was a crack in it as there always was, and it was through this crack that I peered and waited, upside down in the darkness, weightless, my red hair hanging and my red eyes watching, suspended there supernaturally like a demon bent on something to possess.

Finally the girl entered her room. Bella Swan. She was the most delicious-smelling human I had ever crossed paths with, almost two months ago, and one of the most delicious-looking as well. Long dark hair the color of chocolate. Large dark eyes like an innocent doe. Perfect complexion. Skin like cream. Only seventeen years old. She was taking off her clothes to get ready for bed and I watched her very eagerly. Watched her pull off her top and then take off her bra, revealing her full and lovely breasts. They were perfectly shaped and perfectly sized on her slender chest, as delicate and soft-looking as the plumage of a dove. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into them. Literally. She was unbuttoning her jeans now and wriggling them off. White panties underneath. Slim legs. Long and willowy. Legs unused to exercise or strenuous movement and yet all the finer for it. Breaking them was going to be very satisfying. She was now wearing nothing but panties and socks and I was expecting her to put her sleep clothes on. But instead she went back to her bedroom door and peeked out and then closed it again. As if to check no one was around. She then slipped off her panties as well and spread herself on the bed, closing her eyes and opening her legs and using her hand to stroke her entrance. A hot flash of excitement passed over me. Well, well. It seems tonight will be a better show than usual. A smirk lifted the corner of my mouth and I continued to watch through the crack in the curtain, watching those slim white fingers stroke gently at the folds of her girlhood. It was going to be far less gentle when I finally got my own hands on her. Her other hand was teasing one of her nipples and I could see the color rising in her face. I only wished I could hear her moans but I suppose I would hear them soon enough. Her screams as well. Her lips were parted and her naked chest was moving up and down with each breath. Her thighs were strained open, her knees drawn up, and I could see the moisture she was soaked with. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her bottom lip. Her breathing was getting faster, faster, and I watched her face as she arched and climaxed. Watched her cheeks turn red. Watched her mouth open in a muted moan behind the glass. She enjoyed it for a few seconds and then she drew her legs closed and rolled onto her side and lay there for a minute. I watched her, admiring the hill of her hip and her beautiful buttocks, and after a while she got up and dabbed herself dry with her panties before putting on a fresh pair. She then pulled on a large white shirt for bed that fell almost to mid-thigh before stepping into a pair of pajama pants that had stars and moons on them. After that she left the room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the cold night air to calm myself. It had been a tremendous display and my anticipation for her was higher than it had ever been. I had waited as long as I could in order to be safe, but soon it would be time.

Soon.

I remained outside her window until morning and in the morning I watched from the rooftop as she crossed the lawn and got into her truck. Once it pulled away I hopped down into the yard and started walking. A cloudy morning, cold, windy. She reached the school well before I did but it didn't matter. I wasn't there to go to class. I was just there to wait and watch. I stood at the fence all day, leaning with my elbows on it as the sun rose behind the clouds and circled the overcast and began to descend again. Finally school was over and students began to emerge into the parking lot. Cars were starting and pulling away. Eventually the girl came out as well, alone, no friends to say goodbye to. She didn't seem to have any friends at all, aside from the ones that had left town recently. The coven known as the Cullens, her boyfriend included. He had dumped her, the poor thing. She had been very depressed and I knew exactly how she felt. I had lost a mate too, recently. James. James had targeted Ms Swan for a night's amusement but instead had wound up decapitated and dismembered by her boyfriend. Destroying Ms Swan would be my revenge. I watched her now, crossing the parking lot with her bag over her shoulder. Her dark hair was whipping in the wind and I could smell the faintest trace of her scent on the breeze. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them she was getting into her truck.

I followed her to a grocery store and stalked her among the aisles. The only reason I had waited so long was to make sure her protectors would not come back. At this point it seemed safe to conclude they would not. I could do it any day now, I only had to wait till the right moment. Till when I was done watching her. I followed her home again and spent the rest of the night on the roof. The next day I did it all over again and that night I got to watch her sit at her desk in her room for a very long time. I kept telling myself, soon, soon, very soon. I spent the night on the rooftop and I was still crouched there as light began to break in the east. I watched the new day congeal grayly over the land and a slow smile grew on my face. Because it was no longer soon.

It was now.

Today was the day.

I had been planning for weeks. The first step was to get rid of her father. He woke up much earlier than his daughter and on that day it was him that I followed. He was the local police chief. I kept an eye on him all day, waiting for my opportunity. I knew his schedule by heart. Mornings at the courthouse, afternoon patrolling. By one o'clock he had taken off down the highway in the quest for speeding motorists. I watched him go and I took up a station in the woods by the side of the road for when he came back. Over the centuries I had gotten very well used to playing the role of damsel in distress and my striking red hair and my girlish voice were a great asset. It was about an hour later when I saw his cruiser come back down the highway and as he got closer I wandered out into the road and when he was close enough I fluttered forward in a great parody of anxiety.

"Please!" I cried. "I need help! Please!"

The car braked in a screech of rubber before it could hit me and wobbled to the side of the road. I banged on the hood a little, to give an even greater impression of emergency. The door flew open and the girl's father, Police Chief Charlie Swan, got out the car. He was a middle aged man, lean, with dark hair like his daughter and a dark moustache, and he reacted right away to my distress.

"Whoa," he said, reaching for me as if to calm me. "What's going here? Are you alright?"

I even knew how to breathe hysterically. I whimpered and pointed into the woods at the side of the road and bobbed up in down in simulated terror. "It's my boyfriend," I said. "He's dead."

"Dead? What—?"

"Please, you have to hurry!"

I started into the woods, knowing he would follow. He did. I led him through the trees a short distance and he spoke behind me.

"What's going on here? Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No, it's not me. It's my boyfriend."

"What happened to him?"

"He was killed."

"Killed? What are you talking about?"

He had his hand on his pistol holster and he was looking around the woods, as if the murderer might be at large right here. The trunks of the trees were dark and covered with moss and there were shelves of mushrooms growing from them. I turned to him, letting the act slip a little.

"It happened two months ago," I said. "It was your daughter's fault."

He froze and looked at me. "What?"

I looked at him. Watching the first glimmers of suspicion in his grizzled eyes. "Your daughter," I said. "Bella."

"How do you know that name?"

I smiled, dropping the remainder of the pretence. I had him where I needed him. There was no need to pretend anymore. He was watching me, trying to decipher my expression, still with his hand on the butt of his pistol, and after a while he seemed to decide that I might be crazy.

"Look," he said cautiously. "Why don't you come with me back to the car? I'll drive you into town and we'll figure out what's going on."

He reached for me, as if to guide me by the hand. I grabbed his wrist and wrenched him off his feet. My strength was an utter surprise to him and he barely even groaned as I forced him to his knees and grasped his head.

"I don't need help," I said. "I just need you out of the picture so that I can kill your daughter."

Then I snapped his neck. Cleanly, no blood. It wouldn't do to ruin my appetite just yet.

The chief died instantly and flopped over into the grass. I circled around and looked at him. He was facedown in the grass and one of his eyes was open. He looked like he was examining a very small insect there. I bobbed down and took the gun from his belt and the handcuffs too. I had little use for the gun, but I could already think of a hundred uses for the handcuffs—on his very daughter. I stuck them both in the pockets of my coat and then I rose and dusted my hands and started back toward the highway.

His cruiser was there at the side of the road. The keys were in it and it was still running. I got inside behind the wheel and accelerated down the highway. There was a photograph of the girl wedged into the air conditioner grille and I smiled at it. Bella was going to be home from school very soon and I wanted to be there to greet her.

The house was empty when I arrived. I let myself in with the chief's keys and dropped them there on the floor. It wasn't the first time I had been inside the house, but I snooped around anyway. Strolling through the living room, detecting her scent from the sofa where she often sat. I trailed my hand along the backrest and continued on into the kitchen. There were some dishes in the sink, a cereal bowl, some spoons. I opened the fridge. Nothing much in there. Milk, juice, assorted groceries. I closed the door and looked at a photograph that was pinned there with a magnet. It was a picture of Bella at prom with her boyfriend. Edward. The sight of him made me very upset, the murderer of my mate, and I snatched the picture down and tore it in half.

There wasn't much interesting downstairs and soon I went up to her room. Her scent was thickest here and I stood for a moment to breathe it in. Mmm. Delicious. I opened my eyes and looked about. A very simple room, not much personality. A single bed, pushed against the wall. A desk with an old desktop computer. A coffeecup with pens in it. Some textbooks. I took the gun and the handcuffs out of my pockets and added them to the clutter on the desk. Then I took off my coat and folded it over the chair.

The dresser was by the other wall and I went over and opened the top drawer. My, my. Her underwear drawer. It was all rather unadventurous, but there were a few items of color. I lifted out a bra and looked at it. It was red and padded. My favorite color. I had no idea the last time she had worn it but traces of her scent clung to the insides of those cups and I lifted the bra to my face for a moment and inhaled.

Soon.

Very soon.

I put the bra back and nudged the drawer closed with my hip. It was time to prepare.

The bathroom was just down the hall and I turned on the water in the shower before stripping out of my clothes. Vampires don't perspire but dirt and grime could still cling to our bodies and I wanted to be perfectly clean for my encounter with Ms Swan. I left the curtain open so that I could listen out and I lathered my body very thoroughly, taking a certain pleasure in it. I was an extremely sexy being, even by vampire standards, and I took a great deal of pride in my body. My skin was pure white, lustrous like pearl, and my every proportion was perfect. Long legs. Generous hips. Voluptuous breasts. Luscious ass. Together with my long red hair, I flattered myself that I was practically lust incarnate. James had been a very lucky man and today Ms Swan was going to be a very lucky victim. I preened under the water and rinsed my hair and then turned off the taps and stepped out.

I hummed to myself as I blowdried my hair at the mirror, like a woman getting ready for a date, and then I brushed those long fiery locks with the girl's own hairbrush. I had found towels in a cabinet and I found a small makeup case that I opened and set on the counter. Her collection was quite basic but adequate enough to add something a little extra to my face. A nice red lipstick, a bit of mascara and eyeshadow. My red hair was ablaze around my sexy face and I looked positively devilish. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and pursed my lips at myself. Oh, yes. Ms Swan was going to die for me.

I left my clothes in the bathroom and came back into the bedroom, naked, strolling, glancing at the alarm clock. She should be home any minute. The thought gave me a surge of anticipation and in order to tease myself I decided to wait on the bed. I sat down on the edge primly and then I took up her pillow. I could already smell the scent from it and now I pressed it to my face and inhaled deeply, relishing the burning in my throat. Then I put the pillow back and laid my own head upon it and waited.

It was hardly five minutes later when I heard the front door open.

I smiled and rolled onto my side, facing the bedroom door to greet her from the bed like a surprise lover. I could hear her downstairs, closing the front door. Then half a minute passed before she called out.

"Dad? You home?"

She must've seen her father's car outside. How observant of her. I could hear her coming up the stairs and I rubbed my legs together in anticipation. The door was open partly and she came in with her head down. It was only when she looked up that she jumped and gasped and locked up like a frightened animal.

"Oh god," she said.

I smiled at her. "Hi there."

She froze in the doorway, not knowing what to do. I was unarmed, obviously. What was the correct measure of hysteria in finding a naked woman on your bed? She couldn't seem to decide, although she did flinch as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and rose to my feet. Her face had gone pale and she was staring at my eyes as if only now realizing they were red—like a vampire's.

I stood and placed a hand on my hip. I smiled at her.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked her.

I saw her throat move as she swallowed the lump in it. She had begun to tremble gently and her voice came out soft and full of fear. "You're the woman who was with that psycho who tried to kill me."

"That's correct," I said. "Victoria is my name."

She didn't answer. She was circling away from me and now she bumped into the desk where she froze again and stood backed up against it. There was a gun right behind her on the desk, but she hadn't seen it, and it wouldn't have helped her anyway. I stared her down with my red eyes and ravishing smile.

"That psycho was my mate," I said. "You and your friends took him from me and now I'm going to take you."

This time I waited to see what she would say. But she only quivered in silence for a minute before making a dash to the bedroom door.

A little squeak had come out of her from the effort of forcing herself into action and the attempt was almost cute. I grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her back.

"No!" she screamed. "Nooo—!"

I put my hand against her mouth, smothering her scream into a few terrified and muffled sobs. Her dark and fear-crazed eyes rolled up to mine. I smiled at her and kept my palm pressed over those warm lips.

"Scream again and I will snap your neck," I said. "Do you understand? Blink if you understand."

She blinked largely and nodded as well. Good. That was good.

I lowered my hand, keeping the other in her hair, and dared her with my eyes to make a sound. She whimpered a little, but that was all.

"Good girl," I said.

Then I threw her into the dresser.

She stumbled into it and her head bounced off the edge of it, dazing her. Luckily no gash opened up. The scent of the blood might've been too much to resist and I wanted to make this last.

The door was wide open and now I closed it and snapped off the knob so that she wouldn't be able to get out. She was on the floor at the foot of the dresser, groaning on the ground with a hand in her hair, and I stood over her with my hands on my hips. Tall. Naked. Extravagant.

She finally looked up and I let her look at me for a moment, letting the sight feed her fear of what was going to happen to her. Then I bobbed down and took another handful of her hair.

"Ugh," she said from the pain in her scalp.

I was smiling and I was surprised at how much excitement had filled me. I had known this was going to be a special meal but I hadn't expected it to be this exquisite. Fear had filled those beautiful brown orbs of hers and she was wincing in pain.

"Please," she said. "Don't do this."

"Oh, it's too late for that. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this? I've been watching you for a long time, Ms Swan. For almost two months. Watching you go to school or go grocery shopping. Watching you get dressed through your window. The other night I even saw you masturbate on your bed. I suppose you've been a little lonely, haven't you?"

Her expression quivered in dismay at these violations she was hearing about. A tiny sob came out of her and she said:

"Please. Don't. Let me go. Just—"

I leaned to her mouth and stuck my tongue inside it.

It was mostly just to intimidate her and to release some of my more vulgar cravings. She groaned, as if she was going to be sick, and I tightened my hand in her hair to keep her still. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet and I pushed my tongue in deeper and bullied her own tongue all around that slick interior and deeper some more until she gagged and twisted away.

I smiled as she cried and coughed.

"Mmm," I murmured. "You certainly are delicious, aren't you? I can understand why James was so taken with you. To be honest, I was actually a little jealous of how much he wanted you. But it's your scent. Your scent is sublime."

"Please stop," she whimpered.

I let go of her hair and rose. "Get up."

She looked up at me with a wet face full of disgust. And perhaps a hint of defiance too, because she didn't get up. I smiled at her.

"Now," I said.

She sniffed and slowly she rose, keeping as far away from me as possible, pressed back against the dresser. I watched her, waiting with my arms folded under my ample breasts. I felt very empowered by how my nakedness was affecting her and perhaps it was time to get her naked as well.

"Take off your clothes," I said.

She didn't answer. She just gave me a wet glare and put her arms over her top. She seemed to have left her jacket downstairs and the top was only a thin black tee. I smiled at her.

"If you like I could take them off for you," I offered.

She still didn't answer. I smiled again and unfolded my arms. I was glad she was putting up a bit of a fight. It made it so much more fun.

"As you wish," I said, and then I grabbed her shirt in both hands and ripped it off her body.

It tore very easily from my vampire strength, but it wrenched her body around roughly as I pulled at it. It took two good tugs and then the garment was on the ground. Underneath was only a bra.

"No," she said, trying to cover her chest. "No—!"

I ripped away her bra. That was much easier. It came away with a loud snap and her breasts wobbled about from how her body was jerked around.

She whimpered and threw her arms over them—which left her pants unprotected. I grabbed the waistband of her jeans and ripped them open, the button popping away like a bullet. She tried to squirm away but I ripped them further and tugged them down. She lost her balance and fell over, sobbing. I pulled off her shoes and her socks while she was on the floor and then pulled off her pants as well. She scrabbled to her feet, whimpering, clutching her tits, and I smiled in amusement as she spun around in a panic. The only thing she was wearing was her panties.

She tried to make a dash around me but I caught her and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and I took the opportunity to remove the last of her underwear, tugging her panties down to reveal her rather lovely rear. The way she was scrambling on the mattress was almost as if she was trying to crawl out of them. Finally I had them off and she spun around and backed away into the corner where the bed was pushed against the wall, keeping her thighs clenched and her breasts covered.

She looked at me in pure terror and I twirled her panties around my finger tauntingly. She was crying by now.

"Oh god, please don't do this," she blubbered.

I smirked and dropped the panties and then I crawled onto the bed with the predatory grace of a cougar, moving on all fours, my breasts swaying from my chest, smiling at her and feigning innocence. "Don't do what?"

She was pressed backwards against the wall. "Please."

"You should be more careful with that word," I purred to her. "It almost sounds like you're begging for it."

I was leaning toward her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned away. I licked at her lips, delicate little licks as if to taste her or to persuade her to open up. She was holding her breath and after a while she let it out in a gasp of disgust. I smiled.

"What's wrong, Ms Swan? Hm?"

She sobbed and kept her face turned away. I took her chin in my hands and forced her to look at me. To look into the steady red lust in my eyes. I leaned to her lips again but she kept her mouth clamped shut so I pinched her jaw until she was forced to open it. Once again I invaded her mouth with my tongue, exploring her delicious warmth, and once again she twisted away in disgust.

"Stop," she said. "Please."

"Shh…"

"My dad is a cop. He's going to be home any minute."

"I'm not worried about that. Shh. Let me look at your body."

Her breath was coming in shallow little gasps and she was backed into the corner like a frightened mouse. I looked at her legs, admiring her pale skin and the nakedness of them. I touched her thigh and stroked it gently, half-marvelling at the warmth and softness. Maybe it was because I hadn't been with someone in a long time, but I was almost elated with anticipation.

"Mmm," I murmured, lifting my eyes to hers. "Very nice. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together. Tell me. Have you ever been with another girl before?"

At this her face became defiant. "No. Of course not."

"Then you'll have to do exactly as I say. Okay?"

She didn't answer. Her eyelashes were wet and her dark eyes were positively gorgeous with anger and helplessness. I smiled.

"Tell me you understand," I said. "Or…"

"Or what? You'll kill me? Do it. I'd rather die than do anything you say."

My eyebrows rose and my smile practically beamed at that. I was delighted to find her so spirited. "Let me be perfectly clear," I said. "I am going to kill you. The only thing in your control is how painful your death will be. Be a good girl and cooperate and you won't suffer. Okay?"

"You think raping me is not suffering?"

"On the contrary," I whispered, leaning again to her mouth. "I dare say you'll even like it."

This time she didn't turn away. I covered her lips with my own and applied a sensual kiss to them, cupping her face like a girlfriend. A moan of repulsion came out of her but she didn't resist, so she must've at least partly resigned herself.

The kiss was quite rhapsodizing and I found myself wrapping her up in my arms. The warmth and fragility of her was intoxicating. I was pulling her toward me and now I laid back on the pillow with her on top of me, struggling loosely in my arms, squirming. I stroked her back and I was just amazed at how soft and lovely she was. I couldn't remember any other human so tantalizing as this one.

I was really getting into the kiss by now and I pulled her closer, wrapping my legs around her and squishing her chest into mine. Her scent was filling my head dangerously and I was constantly brushing locks of her long heavy hair away from the kiss. Her mouth was perfectly passive and aside from the occasional small sound of protest she seemed to have given up resisting.

It was me who broke the kiss, quite satisfied with it. I cupped her face and pecked another kiss onto the softness of her lips, then another, and another.

"Mmm," I murmured. "You are so delicious…"

She turned her face away, struggling not to cry. I released her face and she sat back, wiping her mouth in disgust. She was sitting there between my legs and I smiled and opened my thighs wider and let my hand go down there to stroke the edges of my entrance.

"Forgive me for being selfish," I said, "but I must insist on my own orgasm first. When it's your turn, I may accidently rip you the pieces instead."

She looked at what I was doing in utter disgust. Not even much fear anymore. I didn't know what she was so revolted of. My vagina was my most gorgeous feature. Full and swollen with reddened folds like a rosebloom. I smiled at her and caressed the lips of it enticingly.

"Well?" I questioned her. "I'm waiting."

She lifted her eyes to mine. A small anger smouldered in the dark pools of them and then suddenly she leapt off the bed and lunged for the door.

Only to discover it had no doorknob.

The poor thing was completely flummoxed, standing there all naked and mystified and staring at the space where the doorknob was supposed to be. Then she startled back to life and hit the door with her shoulder. It didn't budge. She tried again.

I smiled and rolled onto my hip, still touching myself. My eyes were filled with amusement and I let them roam all over her naked form. Her softer parts were jiggling with each shoulder bash and she let out a cry of frustration as she tried with all her might to beat down the door.

"Mmm," I murmured, watching her. "You're breasts are very sexy when they bounce like that."

She covered them and shot me an injured look. Then she ran over to the window. She tried to open it but she was fumbling too much. Meanwhile, I had a lovely view of her perky behind, and I sat back against the headboard to enjoy it.

"And a very lovely ass as well," I said.

She spun around, one arm over her breasts, the other hand covering her crotch, her face flaming with rage and indignation. "Let me out," she demanded.

"Not a chance."

She glared at me for a moment and then she cast about for anything that could help her. She saw the gun on the desk and grabbed it. She didn't even bother with threats, she just pointed it at me desperately and pulled the trigger. The gun only clicked harmlessly. The silly thing obviously had no idea how to work the safety catch and she didn't seem to be able to figure it out. She smacked the gun with her palm, as if that might work, and she gave a whimper and threw it down.

Her eyes again landed on mine. I was merely watching in amusement to see what she'd try next.

One more time she cast about the room and now she saw her jeans on the floor and lunged for them. At first I thought she was going to put them on, torn as they were, but instead she took her cellphone from one of the pockets. She fumbled with it, trying to call for help no doubt, and I sighed and took the alarm clock from the bedside table and threw it at her head.

It bounced right off her temple. She gave a comical yelp and fell back on her butt, her boobs giving an abrupt jiggle. The phone had flown out of her hand and landed under the desk. She made another lunge for it and started rummaging under the desk on all fours, her ass pointed directly at me and high in the air like a little bitch in heat.

I giggled and watched her for a moment and then I rose elegantly from the bed. She had the phone by now and she stood up and whimpered and fumbled at the keypad with her thumbs. I took the phone from her and crushed it in my hand.

"Enough games, Ms Swan," I said, letting it fall to the floor. "You don't want to spoil my mood, do you?"

She backed away, not covering herself, one hand in her hair to hold the place where the alarm clock had hit her. She backed up against the door and stopped. Her escape attempts had failed so badly that the budding defiance in her eyes had once again been swallowed up in fear.

"Let me go," she said. "Please. I won't tell anyone. I promise. Just please…"

Her voice broke and she tried not to whimper. I looked her over, paying particular attention to her breasts. They were really quite lovely. I lifted a hand and brushed the backs of my knuckles along the side of one of those soft warm globes. She shivered and tried to glare at me. I smiled and opened my hand to take the breast in my palm.

"Do you really want me to let you go, Ms Swan?" I asked her.

She nodded, trying not to provoke me by squirming away from the hand. "Yes."

"Then cooperate and do exactly as I say," I said. "Be a good girl and I'll let you live."

I was lying but I could see the hope come into her eyes. Hope and dread at the same time at what she'll have to do. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"That's the best deal you're going to get," I said. "What do you say?"

She looked away, as if one last look around her room might yield an escape route. But there was nothing and her pride seemed to deflate as she turned back.

"Okay," she said.

I smiled and gave her boob a squeeze. She fought back the disgust and I leaned to kiss her. She let her mouth open and I availed myself once again to the warm interior of it, groping her breast with one hand and reaching for her ass with the other, moaning as I took a handful of it. It was just as soft as the rest of her and I squeezed that as well, kissing her and squeezing her shapes as if to test her for ripeness.

Finally I hefted her up by her ass and carried her to the bed without breaking the kiss. I climbed onto the bed and settled back with her on top of me and I continued to kiss her and stroke her and bask in her warmth and scent until the throb between my legs became quite insistent. I then broke the kiss and cupped her face to look at her expression. Her brows were furrowed and she had gotten angry again. Excellent.

"Kiss me," I told her.

She didn't. She hesitated as if she thought just being passive was enough. But it wasn't.

"Kiss me, Ms Swan," I said. "I want you to kiss me."

She didn't reply but she did as she was told. Slowly. Disgustedly. I was sitting back against the headboard and I kept my eyes open as she leaned to my lips. She put her mouth on mine and held it there for a moment. No tongue, no saliva. I smirked as she drew back.

"You call that a kiss?" I asked her. "Try again, Ms Swan. Try harder."

Anger flickered across her face and it seemed to be the anger that inspired her. She kissed me again and this time her tongue went directly into my mouth, forcefully and without hesitation, as if she would show me how much she hated me with it.

I moaned at the pleasant surprise and cupped the nape of her neck to kiss her back, letting myself enjoy it. Nothing quite like dominating a girl into doing it for you. She began to kiss me harder, to kiss me with all her anger and disgust, and after a while it made me giggle.

She frowned and looked at me. I licked my lips happily.

"Mmm," I said. "That was much better. Now give me your hands."

I took her hands from her and placed them on my breasts.

She winced.

I smiled at her expression and used her hands to stroke the large mounds on my chest. My breasts were very sensitive at the moment and those warm palms were wonderful. She tried to tug her hands back very weakly and instead settled on looking away. They were so small and fragile, trapped between the coolness of my own hands and the coolness of my breasts. She kept her fingers perfectly limp and after a while I smiled.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She turned her dark gaze to me. "What am I supposed to think?"

"I think you should be at least turned on a little."

"Well, I'm not," she retorted. "I think you're disgusting."

I smirked. Her body told a different story. I could feel it heating up and I could smell the first stirrings of her pheromones.

"Hm," I said. "You have a big mouth. Let's put it to better use, shall we? Come here."

I let go of her hands and took her head instead, guiding her mouth to my nipple. She tried to jerk back her head but I held her firmly. I was sitting back against the headboard and I watched her glare at my nipple truculently. It was pale and pink and I'm sure very tantalizing.

"Go ahead," I said. "Try it."

Her dark eyes flickered up at me and then they lowered again to that swollen nub and finally she leaned forward and took it between her lips.

I gasped in delight from how nice it felt.

The warmth of her mouth. Engulfing that stiff little nub. A surge of excitement emanated from my breast and went shivering throughout my body. I watched her and brushed her hair back as she gave it a good little suckle.

"Yes," I said. "Your mouth is so warm. Do you like it, Ms Swan?"

She didn't answer. She just continued sucking at it blandly. Like a baby.

"Try using your tongue," I told her. "Give it a lick."

She did. Licking it like how you'd lick the tip of an icecream. Then she gave it another little suck, without even being told. What a good girl. Maybe she did like it a little after all.

"Mmm," I murmured. "That feels very nice. Try the other one now."

I moved her head to my other breast and watched her take the nipple into her mouth. This time she didn't hesitate and, like that kiss earlier, she went at it quite aggressively, as if she wanted to hurt me with her mouth. She sucked at it pretty hard, even making a slurping sound, and I gave a throaty chuckle and stroked her hair endearingly.

"Yes. I think you're beginning to enjoy it a little, aren't you?"

She almost spat the nipple out to glare at me. "Fuck you."

It was obviously time to curb her defiance a little, so I clenched my hand in her hair and gave it a rough pull. She winced in pain and I put my other hand at her cheek calmly.

"Yes," I said. "Fucking me is exactly what you're doing."

Then I jerked her toward my face, kissing her, nice and roughly, just to remind her who was in control here. She groaned into it and twisted aside and spat the taste out onto the bed. I smiled at her antics and released her hair. She glared at me, waiting for some kind of instruction. I leaned back a little against the headboard and opened my legs further.

"Now," I said. "Can you guess what I want you to do next? Hm?"

She didn't answer, she just gave me that same glare of defiance, as if she was unaware of how sexy that look was on her with her dark eyes and her dark hair in a wild storm around her head.

Her defiance, however, didn't stop me from gently but firmly pushing her head down between my legs. She shuffled backwards and didn't refrain from letting the disgust show on her face. I smiled and used my fingers to touch my entrance.

"I want you to use your mouth," I said. "Right here."

It was already moist and in desperate need of a warm and lapping tongue. She looked at it. Her eyes were dark with disgust and revulsion and the look in them turned me on immensely. I touched myself and moaned softly and she lifted her eyes back to mine.

"No," she said.

My fingers froze. "No?"

"No," she repeated. "Kill me if you want but I'm not doing it. You're disgusting and a slut and you can go to hell."

I stared at her. She was sitting there between my legs, glaring at me, covering her breasts again, denying my vagina the release it craved, and only one thought occurred to me:

What an impudent little bitch.

Suddenly I lashed out with my legs and whipped them around her head. She groaned and twisted like something caught in a wolf trap but my thighs were like iron. I squeezed her head to make her calm down. Her face was right there between my legs and I was getting even more horny.

"Inhale the pheromones, Ms Swan," I told her. "It'll make it easier."

She held her breath and looked up at me with her face locked between my thighs. She was trying to pry them apart with her hands but it was useless. I smiled and gave her another threatening squeeze, causing her to involuntarily gulp down a breath of my pheromones.

"This is your last chance," I said. "Lick me or I'll twist your head completely off."

"Good," she choked out. "Kill me then."

I chuckled heartily and felt a nice jab of excitement. "That bravery is turning me on so much," I said. "I thought you were rather more weaker than this."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, Ms Swan. Do be calm. Surely you must realize that you have no choice. It's no dishonour to submit when your life is at stake. Just do it. Lick me. There's no need to be so brave."

I gave her a moment to think it over. The pheromones had weakened her somewhat and the hopelessness of her position weakened her further. She stopped struggling but she still didn't do as I said. So I gave her head a another quick wrench between my thighs, causing her to groan in pain.

"Do it," I said, allowing a chill of command into my voice. "Now."

I could see her will break in her eyes, right there between my thighs. Then she lowered them, beaten, and began to lick my pussy.

The feeling was bliss. The warmth of her tongue sent shivers of pleasure all over my body. I smiled and began to loosen my legs.

"Mmm," I said. "Yes. Good girl."

I let my legs loosen all the way until they were resting again on the bed. She continued licking, like such a good little girl, and since she had no experience with this kind of thing, I figured she could use a little help, a little advice.

"Yes," I said. "Keep going. Lick everything. Every little inch. Mmm, your tongue is so hot. Keep going. Lick me long and firm. Flatten your whole tongue against me. Yes. Yes."

My hand was toying with one of my nipples and I was watching her lick me with a frown of desperation. Her tongue was licking into my folds and lapping up all my moisture and it felt marvellous.

"Yes," I breathed. "Keep going. More. More. Now my clit. Go ahead. Ah—!"

Her lips fastened around it and I squirmed softly on the bed. Oh god. It was so good. The wet hotness of her lips had completely engulfed that tiny nub of nerve endings and my back arched up and I giggled from how nice it was. She was sucking at it very aggressively, almost gnawing, and it almost felt as if she liked it.

"Yes," I hissed. "Yes. Yes. Yesss—Ah!"

My cry ended in a gasp as a moderately powerful orgasm tossed my head and buckled my back. It was tremendous. My mouth was open and smiling and my eyes were closed and the pleasure was washing over me in warm waves.

"Mmm," I murmured, slumping back onto the pillow. "That was…better than I expected. Much better."

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was sitting on her knees, frowning but submissive. She had her hands in her lap and her breasts were bunched between her arms.

"Will you let me go now?" she asked quietly.

"No," I said, with a giggle of surprise. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"You said you would."

"No, I said I would let you live if you cooperated."

"I did."

"But we're not done yet. Why, I've hardly even touched you. Come here, come here. You poor thing, you must be so horny by now. Hm?"

I reached for her and she shied away.

"Please, just—"

"Shh, shh, shh," I whispered. "Come here."

I took her arm and pulled her closer. She came to me unwillingly but without any actual resistance. I sat her between my legs and made her lean back against me. She tried to keep her legs closed but I opened them by hooking my own around them.

"Mmm," I murmured, holding her against me. "You really are so warm."

She stared straight ahead, her voice came out small. "Don't do this."

"But this is the best part," I whispered into her ear. "You'll like it, I promise."

I reached between her legs slowly. She tensed up but she said nothing and didn't move. I was watching over her shoulder and very gently I touched the pads of my fingers to her pussy.

She gasped.

The way her body flinched and shivered against mine was delicious. I giggled sultrily and began stroking the outside of her entrance with my fingertips gently, just to tease her, to make her want more. She had already begun to moisten.

"Stop," she said, her voice trembling. "Please."

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do. Please."

She turned her face slightly to mine. I nuzzled my cheek against it as I continued to touch her erotically.

"No," I whispered. "I can feel the warmth in your face. I can smell your pheromones." Then I smirked and added: "Not to mention your pussy is pretty wet, isn't it?"

It was, quite wet indeed. She made a small sound of disgust and this time it as disgust at herself.

"Shh, shh, shh," I said. "It's okay. You can't help it. It's not your fault."

She turned her face away and looked at the wall helplessly. I was stroking her more firmly now and I could feel her moisture coat my fingers. I could only imagine how nice it would feel inside her and I decided to find out. Another sound of meekness came out of her as I wriggled my fingertips into her vagina and then then a low groan as I pushed them in.

I almost groaned as well. The inside of her was hot and tight. So hot. So tight. Her naked chest was beginning to rise and fall and her entire body was radiating warmth. Her scent was thick in the air, smothering, an invisible mist of deliciousness. I kissed her cheek and pushed my fingers in a little deeper. Just a little. She whimpered like the virgin she was and I cooed into her ear.

"Shh," I whispered. "It's okay."

She shivered in mingled horror and pleasure and I used my other hand to begin stroking her clit. She almost cried at that. I stroked that hard little nub and probed my fingers inside her, feeling out all the places that had never been touched in her life, and she turned and looked at me. Her face was a flushed and fragile mask of helplessness as her body was slowly overwhelmed by these strange and unnatural sensations that I was forcing onto her.

"Please," she said. "Don't do this."

I smiled and placed a kiss on her lips. She didn't resist or turn away. "It's okay," I whispered to her. "Just let it happen. It'll be alright."

"No. No, please."

"Shh, shh, shh. Don't worry, my dear. I'll keep my promise. Since you've been such a good little girl, I'll let you go directly after you climax. I'm sure that'll make the release all the more sweeter. So don't hold it back, okay? Just let it come. Let it come and this will all be over."

"No."

"Shh. It's okay."

"Please."

I smiled and chuckled. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I thought you wanted me to let you go. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Her eyes went round and pleading. "Just let me go now."

"No, no, no. You have to come for me like a good little girl."

"Don't make me. Don't—Ah!"

I gave her a quick thrust of my fingers, to show her just how helpless she was against not only me but her own body as well. My fingers were all the way inside her, to the knuckle, and now I started rubbing her clit really fast. Her face twisted in an agony of pleasure and she began to heave and sob. Her head rolled back and I smiled at her. She stared into my eyes with her own eyes vacant and glazed over, her naked breasts rising and falling, her body about to burst. In those black pools I could see the orgasm approaching and the fear and the complete and utter helplessness. She wasn't fighting it anymore and now her mouth was open and her breath was coming in little gasps and cries. Her scent was intense, a thick cloud of musk that seemed to invade my brain, and I wanted so badly to bite her. To make her come and rip open her jugular in a welter of blood and watch both the life and the orgasm fade from her beautiful eyes before gathering her slump form in my arms and feeding upon the last of her warmth.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice high and breathless. "I don't want to."

"Yes, you do. You know you do."

"No," she begged. "Please. No. No. Noooo—!"

I gave her engorged clitoris a sharp pinch and that was all for her. The orgasm tore through her frail body, violently and against her will, and her head flung back as her feeble protests trailed off into a scream. Her tight little vagina spasmed on my fingers and I was watching her face, mesmerized, wonderstruck at how beautiful her orgasm was.

Her body had buckled as if she had been electrocuted and after a moment it slowly went slack again. She flopped back in my arms and her bones and muscles were so loose she felt almost liquefied. Like just a hot puddle of girl there in my lap. I still had my fingers inside her and I left them there for a moment, caressing her wet interior idly while I waited for her to recover. I had not expected all that to be so…enjoyable. After such a lovely experience, it almost seemed a shame to kill her.

She was breathing away the last of the climax and after a while she forced her eyes open to look at me. Hair was stuck to her sweaty face and she still wore a heavy blush. Her eyes were round and pleading and oh so gorgeous. I finally removed my fingers out of the warm recesses of her tight interior and I used the hand to brush back her hair and admire her beautiful, flushed, and defeated face. Her eyelids fluttered and she sniffed back her exhaustion and sadness.

"Does this mean you'll let me go now?" she asked.

I smiled and shook my head. "No," I said. "Actually, I was lying when I said that. I only needed to placate you and make you docile. Just for fun. But I always did intend to kill you."

Her face went still. Tears filled her eyes. Her voice went entirely empty and she said:

"What?"

I chuckled softly, holding her against my body, my legs wrapped around her from behind. She was so warm, so wonderfully warm. I used a fingertip to trace her jawline and I spoke to her softly, like a mate, a lover, like someone who had quite tender feelings for her. "I'm sorry, but I've waited far too long to let you go now," I said. "And yet, it does seem like a shame to dispose of you so hastily, doesn't it? I've been watching you for months and it would be such a waste for all that anticipation to be consumed in merely one moment of reckless abandon. If only there were a way to savor you for a few months more, hm? What do you think, Ms Swan? Would you prefer to die now, or—?"

But I didn't get to finish the question.

I had assumed she was half-dead in the wake of her orgasm, but suddenly she flared to life and sprang out of my arms. It took me by surprise. Perhaps part of her languidness had only been an act. She lunged directly off the bed, only stumbling slightly on her weak and naked legs, and then snatched up the gun off the floor. I watched her, smiling. Such a silly thing. She was panicking and fumbling at the safety catch and finally she realized it had to be flipped up to reveal the red dot. I rose in the bed and sat there on my knees. The bullet would do nothing but bounce of my naked breasts and I was curious to see if she would actually shoot. She was sobbing and looking down at the gun in her hands and then she lifted it—

—and pointed it right at her own head.

Crap.

I guess she wasn't as stupid as I thought she was. She knew I was never going to let her go and she had decided to embrace a noble death over suffering any more indignities at my hand. How honorable. Unfortunately, her death was a pleasure I'd been dreaming about for a long time, and ideally it would be far slower than a bullet to the head. It wouldn't do to have her body cool or her heart stop pumping blood too early. Which meant I had to stop her.

Luckily, she hesitated for a long moment. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her naked shoulders scrunched up as well as she tried to force herself to pull the trigger, her fear of death perhaps even greater than her fear of me. It gave me the moment I needed to leap off the bed and make a grab for the gun. I managed to snatch it away just as it fired. The bullet went into the ceiling and the blast of the gunshot in that tiny bedroom made her scream and jump and burst into tears. I was angry at the noise and at how she had almost ruined everything I had fantasized about for two months and I grabbed her arm roughly.

"You stupid girl," I snapped at her.

"No!" she screamed, crying and twisting and trying to kick me with her bare feet. "Let me go! Let me go, pleeeaaa—!"

I slapped her.

The slap was almost as loud as the gunshot. Not only did it quiet her, it knocked her out. Her eyes rolled into her head and her body went limp and flopped over onto the floor like a dead fish.

I looked at her, the pistol in my hand. The room was now filled with an icky tang of gunpowder and my mood was quite ruined. No matter. I'd been having second thoughts, anyway. I had intended to take care of the girl right here, but that was no longer an option. Someone might've heard the gunshot, but more than that, it just didn't feel right. I had to take her away somewhere and search for a better moment.

Sighing, I bobbed down to her prone form. She was completely motionless, laying there on her stomach with her dark hair spread over her back. She was probably unconscious from the emotional exhaustion too so she'd probably be out for a while. I sighed again and I couldn't be angry with her. She really did look so attractive, all sprawled on the ground like that. I allowed myself a smile and gave her bare buttocks an affectionate pat.

"Sleep tight, Ms Swan," I whispered to her. "You belong to me now."

Then I rose and opened the closet to find some clothes.

I dressed the girl first, hefting her up onto the bed and poking her legs into a pair of panties, tucking her tits into a bra. Temptation began to rise once more as I manipulated her body up close, all limp and helpless, but soon she was all covered up. As much as I wanted to tear her in half and feast on her blood, there was no rush. No rush at all.

After that I went back to the bathroom to get my own clothes, putting it all on before going back to the bedroom. My coat was still folded over the deskchair and now I shrugged it on and fluffed out my hair and filled the pockets with the pistol and the handcuffs. Finally I searched the girl's jeans for the keys to her truck, and then I gathered her body in my arms and carried her downstairs.

Outside the sun was only just beginning to set and there was a deep flare of redness in the west, as if the clouds were on fire. I stowed Ms Swan in the passenger seat of her truck and then I handcuffed her limp wrist to a fixture in the dashboard. I was leaning into the truck on her side and I buckled her seatbelt for her. Her head was lolling and I corrected it slightly and stroked back her hair and admired her unconscious face for a moment. She was really a very beautiful girl. Then I smiled and shut the door.

I looked up and down the street. No one in sight. Just rows of houses and empty lawns. I went around and got into the driver's side and started the truck. I would have to dump it as soon as we got to Seattle. The police will be looking for it soon enough. I pulled out into the road and accelerated west, toward that deep red sunset in the distance, and glanced at the girl. She sat there slumped with her wrist handcuffed to the dashboard, an empty vessel and yet so strangely desirable. A girl like her could never fill the gap left by the loss of my mate but it seemed like a good start. For a while. It was going to be interesting to see how thoroughly I could break her. Today had been a fine appetizer but there was so much more to come. I smiled and turned back to the road and took a deep breath of the scent in the air as I continued driving toward that burning horizon.

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AN: So…what did you think? I'm almost afraid to ask, lol. I chose Victoria's POV in order to desensitize the trauma a little. The chief dynamic here is excitement, not horror. I guess it's a kind of dark fluff. Let me know if it's worth continuing. If not, I'll just get rid of it. I think it could be very interesting, or at least unique, but I'm the first to admit I'm a terrible judge, lol.