Paranormal Erotica: BDSM A Rose with Thorns (BDSM Horror Suspense Thriller) by Roth Salem

Author:Roth, Salem [Roth, Salem]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Salem Roth
Published: 2016-04-30T04:00:00+00:00

The Dungeon

Rosa’s slender form belied her physical strength as she easily hefted the inert bodies to her shoulders and carried them down curving steps to the nether regions of Castle Vladimir. She entered one of the smaller chambers, a low ceilinged room 20x20 square feet, and proceeded to the far end. A cage five feet in depth ran the length of the back wall. It was reminiscent of an old, wild west jail cell seen in oaters except for the cold stone back wall. This is where Ian and Theresa would awake within the hour. Slamming the cast iron door, Rosa drew her special chair to the front of the cell and watched them as awareness slowly returned. Theresa stirred before Ian as she had consumed much less of the laced brandy. He roused a few minutes later.

Shadows danced in the candle lit chamber. There was enough of the subdued illumination to allow some shadowed vision, once human eyes adjusted. On one wall of the enclosure, a host of torture devices hung, maintained and ready for use. Ian recognized most of them and a pit formed in his belly. He registered ornately decorated “pears of anguish’ in three sizes, a set of thumbscrews, a head crusher, and a “heretics’ fork”. Rosa did not need light to see, but she wanted them to see…everything. Ian spoke first.

“Wha, why did you drug us? Why are you doing this? Who are y…?”

Rosa Violente, Vampress supreme, ignored the questions. Instead, she reached behind to her back as she looked directly at Ian and unzipped the scarlet dress. It fell to the floor with a soft whoosh and pooled around her bare feet. She stepped nude into a brighter patch of light and arched her back in a satisfying stretch. It reminded Theresa of a large jungle cat. Ian’s last question died on his lips as he stared openly, transfixed by Rosa’s pale, yet somehow silky form. Small, perky breasts capped with erect, pink nipples graced her chest. Ian and Theresa’s gaze was drawn to Violente’s pussy as she slid a finger into her own sex and then licked her glistening finger before sliding it into her mouth. In their minds, both captors heard Rosa’s projected thoughts. ‘You would taste me?’ she asked. Mesmerized, both replied, “Yes!”

“That is acceptable, but much more will be required, demanded of you,” she said aloud.

The cage door creaked open as Rosa turned her back to let the pair see her ass. Ian thought of Angelina Jolie or one of those Kardashians’. Just the curve of the woman’s rear caused a tingling in his balls. He was instantly erect and Theresa reached over without thinking to stroke his lengthening manhood as they sat on the floor. Ian stood and made to leave the cage.

“No,” Rosa said, “crawl to me.”

Ian dropped to all fours and crawled on the hard, unforgiving surface to kneel before Rosa who was back in the chair. She could smell the blood left on the floor from Ian’s scraped knees.

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