Kitty gets caged
#2 of betraying for love
Ok, heres chapter 2, i would really appreciate some feedback, im not an experienced writer! This series was written, based on an ongoing RP.
The next few days passed agonizingly slowly for the poor kitty confined to this cold, lonely room. Her master was barely home and she missed his company intensely. When he did return, she would stare at him hopefully with huge doleful eyes. Even her smallest kitten form incited no reaction from the cold, unsympathetic vampire. He hadn't lit the fire for her, as the traitor deserved no such luxury so she curled her bushy tail around herself for warmth.
She was cold, miserable and hungry. She had done herself no favours by taking his blood; she was beginning to rely on it. She barely had the strength to shift forms, but she figured the pathetic little kitten was more likely to get his forgiveness, rather than the ferocious form of the panther which was responsible for the attack.
On the 5th day of her silent treatment, she knew she was dangerously weak; she scarcely had the energy to sob. Vlad returned home and for the first time he looked at Jade. His cold stare sent a shiver down her spine, her fur bristled, her ears pressed down against her head, and her tail coiled protectively round her body. He knelt down by her basket and she trembled in fear.
"I've found a use for you, you vicious little bitch", the indifferent tone of his voice worried her more than if he'd shown any emotion. His actions towards her confirmed he had no feelings for her. The thought he would never reciprocate her love sent a bolt of agony through her soul. The tiny black kitten put her head in her paws and tried to choke back her sobs.
"If you're going to behave like an animal, I'll treat you like one," the irony was lost on her, but she wouldn't have had the strength to argue anyway. He picked her up by the scruff of her neck and she let out a whimper. The pain coursing through her body only intensified as he carried her through to his bedroom. This was the chamber she was used to sleeping in, flashbacks of curling up at the foot of the bed, keeping her masters feet warm, flooded through her head.
Her eyes were clenched shut, trying to hold on to those memories as she heard a loud metallic creaking, then she was dropped onto a cold metal floor. She tentatively opened her eyes to see she was in a large metal cage! The tall, heartless vampire slammed the door shut and padlocked it securely. He looked down at her pathetic quivering body, a look of sympathy almost crossed his face, but it was gone in an instant.
"You can't fool me with that simpering little kitten. You've made it quite clear how you feel and what you're capable of," She looked up at him, choked back her sobs, "But....but....I love......"
"Love? How can you talk to me about love? You're blatantly a cold-blooded killer. I took you in; I gave you a home and treated you as an equal. All you are is a mangy, feral beast with no loyalty whatsoever. You don't know the meaning of the word ‘love'. If you thought I treated you badly, you should've spoken to me about it like a civilized being." He then stepped back and sat down on the bed. He was flustered by his outburst.
Vlad was usually calm, admittedly yes, he too was a killer, but he granted his victims a swift, dignified death. He would never subject himself to something as uncouth as a brawl like the one he'd had with Jade. He was frustrated with himself, frustrated with the feelings that arose in him. He could not get out of his head the heat that surfaced between them. He'd barely recognized the longing he'd felt, confused by his reactions. Not only had Jade betrayed him, but his body had too! His arousal had sickened him at first, but she had unleashed something inside him, something he wouldn't be able to repress.
Jade watched him cautiously; she didn't quite know what to think about this. He stared back at her, a pained expression on his face. He stood up and walked back to the cage, towering over her.
"Now you're safely locked up, you can start earning my trust," his calm demeanor had returned as he looked down at the shivering wreck of a kitten. He crouched down and put a finger to the bars, "Come here little kitty," he beckoned; she took a few tentative steps forward, before collapsing feebly onto the floor. He used the talon on his thumb to slice his index finger open, and pushed the bleeding digit through the bars. The sight and scent of the potent vampiric blood was enough to urge her forward. She lapped up the dripping blood from his finger, her rough tongue caressing his finger was enough to send shivers down his spine that he desperately tried to repress.
The kitten felt her strength slowly returning, the blood flowing her through her body renewing her. She lapped up more blood, using her petite teeth to grip onto his finger. She drank and drank until she could drink no more, used her newfound strength to return to her favourite panther-form, and curled up into a deep sleep, contented with her masters' essence flowing within her.
While the kitty slept, Vlad continued putting his plan into action. He had come to terms with the fact he lusted after her, but would never give her the satisfaction of submitting to her. He gently opened the cage door, and placed a metal collar round her neck, careful not to disturb her, this collar was attached to a large chain, which he clasped onto a hook in the wall above the cage. He wasn't taking any chances with her, so he also shackled her front paws together with a short chain, and her hind paws together with a longer chain.
He allowed her the ‘luxury' of a litter tray in her cage. He knew that she would be humiliated by being treated like a common pet. He had always been her master, but there was mutual respect. It also saved him the hassle (and risk) of having to take her outside whenever she needed to relieve herself.
He couldn't help but cast his eyes appreciatively over her curves. She was sleeping on her side, her body all stretched out, reaching almost from one end of the cage to the other. He felt wrong for doing so; he'd never been attracted to animals before. His mind tried to justify it because he knew her in human form too, but there was something about her sleek fur, the muscles of her haunches, the rise and fall of her ample breasts as she slept which enthralled him. Her nipples caught his attention, they were semi-erect, and he had never noticed them before.
Against his better judgment, he crawled into the cage, feeling thankful he'd picked out such a large one. He ran his hand down the curve of her body, amazed at the softness of her fur. His hand circled her breast before focusing his fingers on the hardened bud of her nipple. She was so soft!
Her scent intoxicated him; he realized he hadn't fed on her in days. He had been living off tasteless mountain dwellers and had even stooped as low as rodent blood in his desperation. He had always made a point of only feeding from her human body, but this feline spread out before him was just too tempting. He lay down besides her, bowing his head down to her breast, puncturing the skin each side of her hard nipple and began to drain the sweet nectar of her soul.
While he drank, his hand absentmindedly slid down her back and he began to massage the firm cheek of her ass, his fingers gradually getting closer to her sex. He could feel nothing but her blood flowing through him and the warmth emanating from her virginal slit. He knew that she would now be unconscious, or at least drowsy for hours on account of all the blood he had taken.
He moved his hand round, gently stroking down the front of her body, his fingers sliding between the soft moist lips with ease. He was painfully aware of his erection straining under his clothing so he untied his robe allowing it to push free. He was angry at Jade for making him feel this way; lust was not an emotion he allowed himself to feel. The pale-skinned vampire prided himself on being detached from as many human emotions as possible.
His fury and frustration got the better of him as he forced his fingers up into the soft, wet opening. He had stopped feeding and focused all his energy and anger into thrusting into her; he kept biting down on her breasts, leaving tiny puncture wounds. The panther's tail began to twitch but he was oblivious to her reactions. His cock was now unbearably stiff, the tip dripping in anticipation. He pulled his fingers from her and wrapped his hands round his throbbing member, her juices mixing with his as he rubbed and squeezed the shaft kneeling over the unconscious kitty. It was only seconds before his cock began to quiver before erupting and covering her fur with his seed. He groaned loudly, his body spasming with the intensity then he sank back onto the floor, regaining his breath.
When the realization of what he'd done hit him, he quickly gathered up his robes, then stormed out the room, disgusted with himself.