Author’s Note: *takes a deep breath* Okay... I finally wrote a NC-17 fic which is - at least in my oppinion - good enough to be posted...

Possession

Rhessani slowly came to it, only to awaken to a world of pain and confusion. Dim voices came from the distance, but the meaning of the words they uttered remained unknown to her. Above all, she felt cold; and, as her senses returned, she realized that she was lying on a smooth and glacial surface and that her clothes had apparently been stripped. She gave a soft whimper and attempted to bring forth her hands and cover her bare torso in an elementary gesture of pudor. However, to her dismay, she soon found that she could move neither her arms nor legs. She struggled weekly, only to find that her arms had been bound at her sides, and her legs had also been immobilized, with her thighs parted widely. Her eyes were blindfolded as well.

The murmurs around her ceased. She heard footsteps approaching; then, a rough, undoubtedly male hand cupped her left breast, its thumb drawing lazy circles around her nipple, making her let out a small moan. "Well, well", said the man. "Look what we have here."

The hand left her breast, tracing her collarbone and moving to caress the back of her neck. Rhessani moaned again despite herself, but drew in a sharp breath as the hand came close to where she had been stabbed by the vampire hunter. The hand came in contact with the wound briefly, and then withdrew.

"What shall we do with her?" came another voice, as other, heavier footsteps approached.

"She is a vampire", advised the first. "Granted, a beautiful one, but a vampire nonetheless. I say--"

"I say we have our way with her, then kill her", said the second one fiercely.

At this, Rhessani gave another whimper and struggled again. "Please..." she pleaded softly, her voice stained with tears. "Whoever you are... have mercy..."

"Now, friend", said the first one, caressing Rhessani's face, but addressing to his companion. "There is plenty of time for... everything."

"No..." said Rhessani. "Please..."

"Ssh..." The same hand stroke her cheek lightly. "I shall make you a deal. If you're a good girl - and give us what we want - " speaking, the man slipped his other hand between her folds, giving a dark chuckle as she tried to pull back from him vainly " - then we shall let you go. But if you are not - " his fingers tensed momentarily around her throat, emphasizing his words " - then we shall kill you."

The other man gave an appreciative chuckle at this. "Well?" asked the first. "What say you ? Will it be life - " he rubbed her clit, making her let out a loud moan " - or death?" his fingers danced lightly across her wounded shoulder, making her moan again, this time in pain.

"Life..." she breathed. "Please..."

"Good." The man's hand withdrew, and for a moment Rhessani hoped that he had miraculously changed his mind. But the swishing sounds that reached her hearing a moment after left no doubt to what the two men's intentions were. They were undressing.

Not long after, the man's hand returned, this time tracing the outlines of her inner thighs. Meanwhile, a second pair of hands joined in, one kneading her breasts in turns while the other worked over her abdomen. She arched her back and moaned, her breath becoming unsteady as the teasing grew harder and harder to endure. Soon, the first man's fingers came to press hard against her opening. He eased a digit inside her, then spun it around, at the same time rubbing her clit with his other hand. The other brought down his head, licking one of her erect nipples, his hands working across her body. She cried out, struggling wildly in her bonds, her body begging for release.

This was what her first tormentor had expected. Positioning himself between her legs, he entered her forcefully, then began thrusting in and out of her, at the same time assaulting her lips with a wild kiss. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud cry, spilling his warm seed deep inside her.  Then, he dismounted and made an inviting gesture towards the other man.

The second grinned wickedly as he kneeled between her legs and rubbed the tip of his length against her entry. She moaned, driven to near madness by his teasing. This went on for several minutes; then, without warning, her tormentor entered her from behind, making her cry out in pain as she felt his shaft invade her small opening. He thrust in and out of her wildly, his hands kneading her breasts violently, leaving dark bruises behind, which healed almost immediately. He went on, ignoring her cries and begs for mercy, until he came with one final thrust, which made her feel as if she had been split in two. Finally, he withdrew with a satisfied grunt, while Rhessani sobbed quietly, her head turned from him as much as she could.

"You have done well", said the first man appreciatively, approaching her. He lifted her chin and took off her blindfold. Rhessani looked up at him with blood-stained eyes. She took in of her tormentor - a tall man, with long, auburn hair and feral green eyes. A few steps behind him, the second one - the one who had caused her so much pain, a tall, bulky man with raven-dark hair - was dressing.

"Does that mean... that you'll let me go?" she asked weakly, her voice a mixture of hope and fear.

The man chuckled darkly. "Well..." he murmured. "No."

Her eyes widened. "But... you promised!" she said, her voice shaking. She gasped as the other man, now fully dressed, unsheathed a long dagger and advanced towardsher. "You can't!" she cried. "Please!"

"This will only hurt a little", said the first man, his voice now with a strange note of compassion in it. "Then, your soul will be released to a more blessed realm."

"No!"

She struggled vainly, crying, begging for mercy, but to no avail. The last thing she felt was the cold steel of the dagger against the bare skin of her neck; then, all as no more.