How many black birds were baked in the pie? - The House that Sin Built

"I'll hold you to that!"

It was her only words as she slipped out the door and off into the night.

Ren was still in that awkward position. It certainly gave him a bit of an advantage given what he was currently doing to her. She trembled in his arms as his tongue worked over her soft folds.

One hand slid up Ren's torso as he licked and sucked her sex. Across her flat stomach and up between her up raised breast. There he pushed down, using the arm around her waist as almost a fulcrum he folded her further back then she was already leaning, just on the line of painful and kept pressure his hand was supplying steady and focused to effectively trap her in the awkward but extremely sexy pose. She was stronger then he was but at the moment the angle and leverage was working in his favor. He began to focus more heavily on her sensitive button as he attempted to trap her, hoping the pleasure of it would make her attempt to thrash and that such attempts would only add greater strain to her position and excite her further.

It took a minute or so, but the constant stimulation did end up having the desired effect. The squirming began, forcing her legs a little wider and her back into an even more painful position. He was firmly in control of how she could move and where she could go which was, for the moment, just about nowhere. The more he toyed with her tender clit the louder and more frustrated her vocalizations became.

Egged on by her cries he pulled her even tighter to his lips and pushed down even harder on her chest. He sucked her clit into his mouth and after having swirled his tongue about it a few times, he pulled his head back gently tugging it between his teeth before letting it slip away scraping ever so slightly as it did.

A scream began to well up in her chest. She tried to reach for him, but the position had another advantage...he was just out of reach. Both hand sought purchase on the floor...slick tile. Poor girl was having a rough time of it.

If he kept that up she was going to give her a lesson in forced orgasm. Something she'd yet to experience.

If that was his intention it would be hard to say. what could be said for certainty was that he was unwilling to free her from her painful yet sinfully sensual pose until he was good and ready to. Which so happened to be not until she was shrieking her release.

He pressed down harder still against her chest his blood moving of its own to fill his limbs to help ensure the beautiful keeper was well and truly trapped. He lowered his lips once more to gently kiss her mistreated clitty only to once again capture it and let it slide roughly between his teeth.

Meanwhile the hand that held her down began to slowly close as much as it was able, dragging his finger nails slowly and painfully across her chest as they did.

It was already so intense. The position, the strength and pressure of the arm that held her secure, the feel of his cruel teeth against that ever so tender spot. Truly she was rushing toward and orgasm she wasn't fully prepared for. Her lusty sounds were nearly frantic. Her nails scraped ineffectually against the floor. "Oh...G..." There was as far as she got. The addition of his clawing at he flesh pushed her straight over the edge. She screamed, and squirmed. It was so intense she could do little else.

He held her so pinned through out it all. Not slacking on the stimulation he was providing but instead redoubling his efforts, pushing her harder and further till the pleasure it self became painful and the line that separated the two ideas was obliterated completely.

She was gasping and screaming as the sensation crossed the line into painful and yet still her body responded with wave after wave of intense pleasure. Her head rolled back even more, her body trying to lift, but his strength outmatched hers, particularly with her in the unusual position.

Slowly but surely he backed her down from her peek. first his teeth were involved less and then not at all. Then his lips ceased their sucking. Finally his tongue set the pace for her return as frantic licks slowed more and more till the became long slow purposeful licks over her clitty and she had more or less returned to this reality.

She continued to shiver and gasp for a long time. "That was amazing." She finally managed to get out.

He smiled and ran his tongue from her mound up the line of her slim body, along her flat stomach and between her pert breast removing the arm that pinned her as he came but keeping the one behind her tight around her waist. He veered to the side as he reached her throat coming up the side of her neck and tracing a line across her jaw line before finally coming to rest against her lips in a long slow deep kiss.

"That dear Ren" He whispered as his lips were closing with hers "Was just a warm up"

The kiss was welcome. More than welcome. She returned it, her passion and lust enflamed. When the kiss broke, and he uttered those words, a soft moan of desire flittered past her soft pink lips.

He smiled a wicked and delighted smile at her reaction. He ran a hand up her side glinding across her soft skin, brushing her cheek and finally tangling in her hair. There his fingers closed into a tight fist and he rose to his feet swiftly yanking her to her knees by her hair as he did. Now freed from the pin she could exurt her suprior strength when ever she liked but he though little of this. This is what she wanted as fair as he could tell and he was far to fond of the beautiful brujah to ever dream of disappointing her now.

He pulled her by her hair till his hand was just highter then hip height and she was forced into a half kneel half standing position.

"Come" he ordered and began dragging her along the kitchen stopping by the freezer to retrieve the knife which he took a moment to study before looking down at her with a wicked wicked smile.

It was a good thing she had exceptional balance. With a whimper made up of fear and desire she allowed herself to be pulled along. It was going to be an interesting night.

He saw the fear and want in her eyes and his smile deepened. He tugged her higher so that she strained to remain on her knees and bent down to his her hotly. His tongue raping her mouth with greed taking intensity. He growled deeply as he pulled away from the kiss and dragged her from the kitchen toward the stairs to the basement.

Her fear increased, enough for it to become remarkably noticeable. She followed along, a bit less gracefully given the new position she was in.

The basement spoke volumes about the beautiful Toreador who pulled her carefully down the stairs by a fist full of her silky hair. The room was spase and unfinished and had a barren and gery feel to it unlike the warmth and comfort of the rest of the house.

In the center of the room was what looked to be a semi up right operation table. It bore five sets of thick leather straps. Two for each limb to be held about a foot apart and one for it's occupants throat. In a far corner was a man sized giant wooden X with similar straps and what looked to be old old blood stains. From the ceiling dangled a long adjustiable chain meant to bind the wrist and leave it's subject dangling just at tip toe. There were half a dozen other similar stations and countless blades and chains displayed about the room.

He stopped at the door a moment. Pausing to let her eyes sweep the room and take it all in.

One second, two. Then real panic started to set in. She struggled to back away, a look of utter horror on her pretty face.

"Be still" He said in a soft, calm, absolutely authoritative voice as his fist twisted in her hair, twisting her neck painfully and holding her to his side. More blood flood his hards to join the blood he had spent earlier to make him stronger still, though such reached bass the limit of his curse and would not remain his long.

He remained in the door way waiting for her to calm down as he held her brutally by her hair as though it were a leash, a very very short leash.

Ren didn’t frenzy much these days. Thanks to the ‘cruel to be kind’ teachings of the Elder Nosferatu back in Phoenix. He’d tormented her in ways that would have left many scarred but in the end it had the desired effect. She’d learn to control herself even in the face of some pretty fucked up shit. Still, everyone had a trigger or two. For her it was the table.

Her gaze focused on it as she went completely still. Blood rushed through her system causing several things to happen at once. Strength, stamina, celerity…claws. Yes. Claws were good. Claws would rip that foul contraption to shreds.

Then he spoke. The Beast heard the words. Heard the command. The table could wait a moment while she freed herself from his clutches. Reaching across her body she dug her claws into the joint at his shoulder. With a gut wrenching twist she used all of her now rather formidable strength to try and separate his arm from his body. She stood, putting her weight into the act as well. The twist left her facing him. Pushing him back and away from herself, her free hand latched onto his wrist, wrenching his hand from her hair. Didn’t matter if it was torn out. The pain would just make her angrier. That was okay.

With a roar of rage, Ren's hands grew into sharp, wicked-looking claws. She swung at Luke, at his shoulder to get free, but the Toreador managed, with a great bit of agility, to step out of the way of her claws.

Thankfully, though, his grip on her hair was gone, and Ren was free.


((Please send me your Celerity actions, Ren))

Assuming he was smart enough to stay out of her way, she focused her Rage on the table. That horrible fucking reminder of over a week spent in hell. She stalked toward it - charging it seeming pointless given it was going nowhere. The straps were the first thing to go. Claws tore through them like a hot knife through butter. The order in which she took care of them as she stalked around the table left her facing Luke. No sense letting the man with the blade get behind her. That was the end of anything even remotely controlled. In a horrifying flurry of celerity enhanced movement, she began to beat and tear at the metal of the table. Feeling it's destruction under her hands only fueled the fire of Rage that was burning within her. Legs were snapped into many pieces. The body of the beast was pulverized, torn and shredded as she vented her absolute hatred of the thing for as long as was possible. The strangest part was perhaps the silence. The only sound that filled the room was the shrieking of the metal as the table was torn to bits. Ren herself was utterly silent. Not even a breath or snarl filled the air.

When it was done, she stood over the hunk of twisted rubble. Her hot gaze swept over it, making sure that no offending piece survived. Satisfied she looked up, looked for him. The table had been destroyed. But the man...