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Rules Are Meant To Be Broken || Xavier & Caroline

Title: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken Who: Xavier & Caroline When: End of December Warning/Triggers: Just Xavier being Xavier so punishments and sex

Caroline was still adjusting to the claimed life. It was weird, not having to eat the slop in the cells anymore, not having nothing to do all day anymore. She was still getting used to it, and most to the time was spent in his sweet, sometime in her cage, sometimes curled up by the tree, sometimes in the shadowy corners if Xavier was no where to be found. She was yet to face the other slaves downstairs, afraid of their judgement, and she was yet to test out her vampire abilities, or work towards running away. Time had sort of stood still for her, and that was okay. She had all the time in the world. One morning, after Xav left to do whatever it was he did during the day times, she had her usual bath, scrubbing and shaving herself clean like she did every day.Though, this bath was different. When she was using the shower head to wash herself off, she came to realize that it felt rather amazing against her hairless pussy. It's safe to say it ended with her having an orgasm, which she immediately regretted. All day long, she told herself he'd never know, that he had no proof, yet, a pit of guilt settled in her belly and she knew it wouldn't go away until she told him. He had such a hold on her, a hold she hated with every fibre of her being. So, later on that night, when she heard the door to the suite open, she looked up from the book she had found and was reading in her cage. It was a safe space, she came to realize, and it was rare if he teddy left it.

Xavier was enjoying having his little pet around. He'd used her every day, wanting to ensure she was fully aware of her purpose. He'd even managed to be nice to her once or twice. Considering her good behavior, he avoided outright cruelty, but he did enjoy adding pain to the pleasure, always drawing her to the edge, mixing the sensations. He wanted to confuse her mind, make her think pain /was/ pleasure. For him, it was, though. Leaving the suite that morning, he had to speak to a witch about getting a bracelet made for his pet. He wanted something to slow her healing process. When he spanked her or marked her, those needed to remain in tact for much longer than they currently did. It was arousing to see her ass pink and bruised, his bite marks on her flesh, little welt peppering her skin from the night before. And the witch had finished it for him. Returning that evening, he doubted she'd like this present, but he had every intention of testing it out, albeit a playful little spanking was his intention, not knowing she'd broken his rules, yet. Getting back to the suite, he glanced around for her, spotting her in her cage, He headed towards the kitchen, pouring himself a scotch, sipping on the dark liquid as he moved to sit on the couch. "Come to me, pet."

Caroline felt sick rise up in her throat when he spoke to her. Would he know? He'd know. He always knew, didn't he? Shutting the book, she put it in the corner, giving her Teddy one last hug before she crawled out of her cage. Since the no standing rule applied in his suite, she slowly crawled out of the bedroom, towards the living room area instead. The closer she got to him, the higher her anxiety rose, knowing she wouldn't be able to lie. He was going to find out, she was going to be in trouble. She stopped and knelt in front of him, keeping her hands firmly on the ground, since they were shaking but she didn't want him to see. "Hi, Master," She said, trying to sound confident.

Xavier leaned back against the couch, curious to try out the bracelet. The question was how to broach it so the girl wouldn't panic. Then again, did he care? He could just gag her. It was a viable option. Listening for her movements, he noted when she was near, glancing down as she knelt at his feet. A smirk formed until he noted her demeanor. Nervous. Lifting a hand, he trailed it through her hair, stroking her cheek. He was purposefully quiet, watching her a few moments to try to figure out why she seemed... off. "What is it, my pet? Do you have something to tell me?" he tipped her chin up to look at him. The last thing he expected was that the girl would be foolish enough to break a rule.

Caroline knew he was being too calm. He knew. He had to of known, it was the only explanation. She really had no idea how she wasn't in a full on panic attack right now, because that's what it felt like on the inside. "I... I, well, Master," She squeaked, before clearing her throat to at least try to sound confident again. What would he do to her? He'd beat her to death. She was his now, she could die and no one would care. She didn't want to die. Thought after thought went through her head, bouncing around. "I had a bath this morning, you know, like I always do..." Her hands were sweaty, and she moved them to rub against her legs. "And, again, like I always do, I shaved, like, you know, down there, and it ended up being all sensitive.." From there, she didn't know what to say. She couldn't say it. He already knew, anyways.

Xavier thought she was likely hungry or broke something. He didn't think she'd have broken a rule, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that was the case. Stroking her hair, he paused as he realized. That rule. Oh, he didn't see this coming. She wasn't foolish enough to touch /his/ property. HIS pleasure. His cunt. He growled low in his throat, fingers curling in her hair, tugging, "Stop. Breathe slowly, pet, and count to three. Tell me exactly what you did to /my/ property. Call it what it is - a pussy, cunt. Speak, and don't keep me waiting. I want details." He released the grip on her hair, his hand trailing down to brush over her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he waited to hear her crime, decide her punishment.

Caroline couldn't tell if he was angry or not. The growl sounded angry. But then, he told her to breath. It made her confused. Maybe he knew she was close to having a mental breakdown, too. So, she took three deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before she started her little tale. "Well, like I said, I was in the bath, and I used the shower head to wash myself off, and when I realized how it felt against my- your- um, pussy, Master, I didn't want to stop and so I didn't and I sort of got lost in the moment and I- I came," Her hands went to cover her mouth, after she blurted out the last bit quickly. He was going to freak out, she was going to freak out. At least she told him the truth, that had to count for something, right?

Xavier didn't like babbling. He found that annoying so he halted her, trying to calm her down, getting her to speak clearly to him. Watching her carefully as she told her tale, he pulled her hand from her mouth. It was a gut reaction, but he backhanded her hard, "You know this means you're going to be punished, pet. I had a perfectly nice evening planned." He took the bracelet from his pocket, grasping her wrist and locking it in place. Leaning back, he looked at her, as if deciding what he wanted to do - edge her repeatedly and deny her or make her cum until she was a sobbing mess, begging him for it all to stop. "Perhaps I should punish you in public, pet. Or maybe take you back to the punishment room. I know how much you enjoyed it before," he taunted, raising a brow.

Caroline pretty much flew to the ground at the force of the hit. She'd never get used to it, especially not the force that came from a werewolf. She crumpled against the ground for a moment, blinking at it, letting him put something on her wrist. She didn't know what it was but she couldn't be bothered to think about it at the moment. He listened to his taunts, her body starting to shake, partly from fear, partly from adrenaline. Using vampire speed she didn't know she had, she was standing up, a few feet away from him, in two seconds flat. Though, she felt a little faint and she really didn't know how she was still standing. "No," She said, almost feeling like she was going to hyperventilate. "No, no. You're not. I'm not your slave. I'm a vampire, I'll- I'll kill you," In another second, her shaking hands reached out for the closest object, a lamp, and she yanked it from the wall, holding it out between them as though it was a weapon if he came close to her. "Don't you dare touch me, come close to me."

Xavier watched her crumple with satisfaction. He had to maintain control not to get aroused at the sight of her on the floor like that, so stunned, like a little doe in headlights. His little doe. And then, she was up on her feet. He'd have to cut back her blood. If she thought he'd allow this shit, the girl had another thing coming. Still, he remained calm, watching her as she pulled a lamp from the wall, sighing as she started to throw her little tantrum. He stood up from the couch taking a step forward. He doubted she was anywhere near done with her little tirade so he waited for her to finish and regain her senses, get back down on her knees. He'd make her beg for forgiveness, beg for mercy, hell, he might make her beg for her life if she kept on pushing him.

Caroline took a step back when he stepped forward. This was her only shot, she had to get out of here if she didn't want to face whatever kind of punishment he'd come up with, but from the look of the window, the sun hadn't gone down yet. She started to cry out of pure panic, having no idea what to do. Not just about this situation, but about this life. She couldn't be his slave, she couldn't just accept this- and she realized she had been. Up until now, she hadn't realized how insane she had acted, how much of a hold he really had on her mind. Continuing to take steps back until she hit the wall, she held the lamp to her bare chest instead, ready to attack with it even though she never would, as she started to break down into tears. "I- I can't do this," She sobbed, unable to catch her breath. "I want to go home, I don't- I can't- This isn't- I'm not yours." Her mood was all over the place, shifting from panicked to angry, just for a second, and within that second, she threw the lamp down to the ground, letting it shatter, only to pick up one of the sharp shards, instead.

Xavier wasn't one for emotional outbursts. He didn't deal with it - ever. Those were women he tended to toss out of his bed, his hotel room, his limo. Yet, here he was, his pet was flipping out, and he was standing there just watching it like a movie. Taking another step forward, his eyes were focused on her as she started to break down completely, rambling, sobbing, "Are you done?" he raised a brow. Seeing the shard in her grasp, he was in front of her faster than he even expected, prying it from her fingers. He picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder, taking her to his bed. Throwing her down on it, he pinned her under his weight. "Are. You. Done?" he growled low. He was quiet a moment, "You can and you will do this. You're /mine/. And if you think I'll let you go, you're mistaken, little pet. This is your home. Do you understand?" he growled low, his free hand grasping her throat, not enough to cut off the air, but enough to keep her focused on him.

Caroline realized just how weak and pathetic she was when she didn't even attempt to fight him as he took the shard from her. She could've at least tried to stab him, to shove him away, yet her body wasn't following commands and she ended up over his shoulder like a doll. She decided, as she was pinned beneath him, that she'd rather he scream at her, hit her. The quiet tone of his voice was scary- scarier than anything else. "I- I understand, Master," She sobbed, not trying to shift her head from his hand. It'd only provoke him to squeeze, cut off her air.

Xavier knew she was nowhere near her full possible strength. He made sure of that. Still, she was faster than he'd like. He'd deal with that, though. "Good," he pulled his body off her, tugging her with him. Pushing her to the floor, "You better start begging for forgiveness, slut. I'm not fond of the outburst or your behavior." He'd already decide he was going to make her pay publicly. He was fairly sure that she'd hate that more than she hated the punishment room. Part of him was tempted to shove her into a ray of sunlight and force her to burn for several moments, but he'd save that thought - for now.

Caroline crumpled on the floor all over again. She knew she was in hot water, the hottest water she had ever been in in her time here, and that she had to do what he said, no matter what, just so he didn't kill her, let alone hurt her. She pushed herself up and onto her knees, crawling back over to him, her hands going onto his own knees. "Ma-Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know w-what I was thinking, I'm sorry," She was still sobbing, nearly hyperventilating, but this time she was begging, not bitching.

Xavier took in a breath to keep himself in check. It wasn't because his temper could rear. No, it was because that inner beast could flare. He liked to be control. Keeping a close eye on her, he wanted to see she was truly sorry, not just sobbing because of fear, though he enjoyed that, as well. Feeling her touch, he was tempted to shove her away, but he let her touch as she begged forgiveness. Gripping her hair, he pulled back to lift her head up, "You'll be forgiven after your punishment. Go pick a leather leash from the hooks," he nodded near the bedroom door, "Bring it back to me between your teeth, pet. Then, go to the toy chest, pick a plug with a tail, put it in your mouth, and bring it to me."

Caroline knew that since he didn't say anything about lube, there was a high chance it'd be going in dry, and she whimpered as she crawled off. There was no way he'd be able to get her wet, not now, in her emotional state. Though, she did as he asked, ashamed with herself. Ashamed that she was giving right back in so easily in order to survive. In the bedroom, she got a random leash she really didn't care about, before bringing it back to him and dropping it in his lap, just like an obedient little animal. Because that's all she was, really. His broken pet. With another sniffle here, a cry there, she crawled to the dreaded toy chest, looking for the tiniest plug she could fine. The ones with tails weren't really small, though, and the littlest one she could was still too big to be comfortable in her tight asshole. Either way, she put it in her mouth, sucking on it to muffle her crying as she crawled back to him again. Her jaw felt sore and swollen from the earlier hit, she didn't know why it hadn't healed by now.

Xavier didn't take his eyes off her. Even as a naughty pet, she was still a stunning sight, naked, crawling around his bedroom. His cock hardened slightly, but he kept his full arousal at bay. Taking the leash, he waited as she searched for a plug, not caring that she'd go for the smallest. He let her. He was fine with that, knowing it would still be uncomfortable. "Don't worry pet, they're all new, all intended to be used in your ass, over time," he taunted. When she came back, he looked at her, plugged stuffed in her mouth. "On second thought, hold it in your mouth, keep sucking on it until I take it from you. Don't even think of dropping it." Hooking the leash to her collar, he tugged for her to follow him. Getting a bag, he started to put some items into it - whatever he thought he might want or need, ensuring she didn't see the lubricant. He had no intention of ruining her ass - not when he planned to fuck it later. Moving to block her view, he added a few more things to the bag before tossing the heavy thing over his shoulder. "Come," he tugged the leash, leading her out of the suite, heading towards living room. He was tempted to use the ballroom, but there'd be more traffic in the living room.

Caroline whimpered when he told her to continue sucking on it. It made her feel dirty, on top of her jaw hurting like a bitch. She couldn't even try to rub it because she had to use her hands and knees to crawl on. He didn't really seem that angry, which frightened her more than anything. What was she expecting? For him to beat her to pulp. Not this. But this unknown was worse. As they passed by all the glass shards, she knew he'd probably make her clean it up later, but she wasn't thinking about that for now. Instead, she followed him. She was sort of used to roaming around naked by now, though most of the time she had a blanket wrapped around her if she wasn't in his suite.

Xavier wasn't usually one to express a fit of rage, but he had those rare moments. This wasn't one of them, though the temptation to rage hit him for a moment or two, he held back. There were better things than rage. He needed to be calm, clear headed, and handle her properly so she wouldn't defy him again. Getting her to the living room, he stopped there, considering things a moment, "I'll ensure that as many see you as possible, pet." He glanced around a moment before pulling her up. He bent her over the back of the couch just slightly, "Put your hands on the back of the couch, don't move them," and with that, he wanted to further test the bracelet before taking the plug from her mouth - tempted to tell her that her saliva would be all the lube she'd get. He considered that idea, though it likely wasn't enough and he fully intended to fuck her ass at some point. Setting the bag down, he pulled out a flogger to start with, and began to land harsh blows on her ass and thighs.

Caroline 's face scrunched when he said as many people as possible would see her. Guards were all over this place, all he had to do was yell and they'd have a large audience in moments. And that scared her. The guards were disgusting perverts, if Xavier told them to have a good time, she'd be doomed. Still shaking, her hands went to the couch, and she was determined not to move them. That was until he started to spank her, over and over and over. It was hard to stand still and just take it, though she managed to cringe forward around the couch somewhat without moving her hands or feet. Her tears only came harder, her wails quieted by the plug.

Xavier knew the noise of the smacks would draw in the crowd. He didn't have to say a word. Sure enough, some began to come near to see what was happening, he turned, "Please, stay to watch... I may feel generous, let you play with her when her punishment is over. My pet's been a very bad little girl," he offered, continuing to land blows on her ass, focusing on her sit spot another handful of times. He paused to switch from the flogger to a paddle. "In fact, this seems more appropriate for a bad little girl," he nodded to the three guards that were eyeing her, nodding in agreement. Lifting the paddle, he landed it on her ass once more, striking her hard, adding time between blows. "Would you get the clamps from the bag and put them on her - make sure to get her nipples hard," he smirked viciously. The guard was more than eager, nodding as he took the clamps from the bag, moving onto the couch. He mentioned the plug in her mouth to the other two before he started to suck and bite her nipple while his hand massaged the other breast, twisting the nipple between his fingers. Xavier ignore all of that, but timed his strikes to minimize disturbing the guard that was toying with her breasts. He paused as the man smirked at Caroline, latching both clamps on at the same time. The moment he got them on, Xavier landed another strike to her ass. "Spread your legs more."

Caroline looked over her shoulder when Xavier started to talk to someone that wasn't her. Her eyes widened, completely horrified by the guards. She didn't want them near her, didn't want them to touch her. They were disgusting, not even remotely good look, and got only knew what stds they had. Her chest started to heave, unable to get proper air anymore, with the plug in her mouth. It was hard when she was panicking. As soon as he mentioned clamps, she shook her head, although she would take them over having to get her nipples pierced any day. She had no where to look, either at the two guards who were watching, close to laughing, and probably getting hard at the sight, or at the man who was sucking on her breasts. She didn't even feel the pleasure, too overwhelmed with fear and hopelessness and despair. Her hands didn't move from the couch, though when both clamps were put on, she cried out in agony, dropping the plug from her mouth to the man's side, instead. "M-Master, please, I'm sorry," she wailed, her face turning red at the snickers from the guards- yet, her legs did spread some more.

Xavier was well aware that the last thing she wanted was the guards to touch her. He considered himself offering her a kindness by having only one touch her, at that, it was merely her breasts. He could have allowed the three to work all her holes. He considered that she should keep it in mind, but doubted that she did. Still, he did get some enjoyment watching another play with his little toy - merely because he allowed it, and he was there for it... and she was nearly dripping with fear which aroused him further. The plug fell from her mouth, and Xavier sighed heavily, "One simple little thing, slut. You can't even hold a plug in your mouth - how do you expect to even suck my cock properly? Should I turn you over to the guards to practice?" he pulled her up, drawing her back flush to his chest. He pulled the chain between the clamps, "You've done nothing but disobey me today," he growled in her ear. Let me show you what happens to disobedient little whores," he pulled her with him to the window, pulling back the curtain and blinds. Gripping her arm, he shoved it into a ray of sunlight, watching the flesh begin to burn. He waited a few seconds before pulling back, closing it all so she wouldn't be killed from the bit of light left. Getting a bandage from the bag, he wrapped her hand loosely for now just to keep it out of his way. "Get your ass back in position, pick the plug up, and keep hold of it until I take it from you," he pushed her back towards the same spot at the back of the couch before going into the bag to look at what he wanted next.

Caroline shook her head slowly, though it didn't seem to matter to him. He paid no attention to it anyways. With her back to his chest, her ass against him, pain went through her- she wasn't healing, nothing was healing, she didn't understand. She barely heard his words, too focused on her thoughts, yet then she was stumbling as he tugged her to the window. Hopefully it was dark out by now, so she didn't burn, and she had hope that it was, though that Hope was snatched away as soon as her arm was being burned. It was the worst pain she ever felt, her skin being on fire, and she wailed of agony at the top of her lungs, her arm shaking like there was no tomorrow. Yet, even when she was out of the sun, there was no relief, since she obviously had at least third degree burns covering her arm, the pain near blinding. It normally didn't take long for it to heal at all, yet when he wrapped her hand, she knew it wouldn't be happening. Looking down at her arm after his instructions, she cradled it towards her chest, slowly going back to the position he put her in before, though this time she tried to stay away from the guard on the couch, holding the plug to her chest where her burnt arm stayed, her other good hand on the couch.

Xavier knew he should watch his temper, but it got a hold of him in that moment, and he burned his pet. He waved the guard from the spot to get him to move further down the couch, telling him it'd be a better view. He also didn't want him so close. It was a hindrance to the wolf. They could touch - on his terms. He stood back, debating a moment, internally, take the bracelet off, let the burn heal... or don't. No, he would look weak, and he wasn't weak. She could handle it, he decided. His hand trailed up her back, a silent sign of a sort of apology - in his own way. He didn't know if she'd even realize it, though. "Relax, breathe. Put the plug back in your mouth," he spoke in a low voice, quiet enough that it was merely meant for her. His hand trailed over her red ass, and his cock twitched again, a hint of a grunt escaping. He moved back to the bag, getting a spreader bar out. He latched it to her ankles, keeping her legs wide open for him. One hand trailed up her thigh, between her legs, stroking her folds. He doubted she was wet, but he didn't care. He wanted to touch her, and she was his to touch any way he desired. Trailing her folds, his fingers sought her clit, circling the little nerves. He lifted his hand, licking his fingers before returned to stroke the bundle of nerves once more. Then, without warning, he used his open palm to smack her pussy, he repeated that action several times, using sharp smacks, not quite hitting with his full force, but he did remember she seemed to, at least, partly enjoy it last time. He wanted to see if he elicited the same response again.

Caroline wished she could tell him she couldn't relax, wished she could just apologize a million times and then beg to go back to her cage until her arm hurt. The pain was unbelievable- unlike anything from spankings. That was a different kind of burn, but this one was a throbbing pain that sort of made her feel faint. Shakily, she put the plug back in her mouth, stretching her hurt arm out to rest on the couch, but even that hurt, so she tried to do it as lightly as possibly. The sight of it scared her- it looked so ugly, like she was melting, and she didn't even know how she looked even remotely attractive right now. She didn't fight the spreader bar, feeling so disgusted with herself, so dirty that three men she didn't know were looking at her. If this was just Master right now, she wouldn't of been so upset. In pain, yet, but not so humiliated, and he probably knew that. His hand on her sex just made her tense up now, made her cringe in fear that he's hurt her there, too. What if somehow he arranged it so her sex and ass was just in the view of a window and he burned her there? What then? She tried her best to stay quiet, though when she jumped when he hit her, her hand sunk into the couch, forcing another wail of pain from her mouth. She kept the plug in this time, though, but she received no pleasure from it.

Xavier glanced over at the men, curious to see their reactions, the way they looked at his property, his pet. He smirked slightly, knowing they wanted to fuck her, unsure he'd offer that opportunity. "You need to learn to handle pain, little pet," he murmured slightly, knowing she'd hear him. "Learn to focus your mind," that was all he'd give her. She'd have to figure it out on her own. Slapping her pussy, he heard her wail, glancing over to see the way she sunk into the couch. He ignored it though. He continued to smack her pussy, his free hand pulling her hair to lift her body up a little - mostly for his sake. It gave him a better angle. He smacked her pussy again, repeating the process several more times. "Hm, a sturdier surface might be better so you can't move so much," he pulled her back, taking her over to the table, nearly lifting her up. He bent her over it, the men having a good view of her ass and pussy. Xavier smacked her ass, bringing his bag closer. He got a vibrator out, pressing it against her clit. Kneeling down, he strapped it to her, his tongue darting out to lick her folds, teasingly. "Don't cum. You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you cum," he warned, turning the vibrator on a medium setting. Taking the plug from her mouth, she had it coated a bit, but he added lubricant to it anyways. Pressing it against her ass, he worked it in slowly until it pressed past the first ring, then he thrust it inside her fully, "There we go... now you're a proper pet. I should've brought some kitty ears," he teased.

Caroline wondered if he understood how much was going through her mind right now, if he knew that it was so hard to focus when she was overwhelmed. Her yanked her up by the hair and her scalp hurt- what if he pulled it out? He wouldn't do that. That was too insane, she wouldn't look pretty anymore, then. She let him move her, trying to minimize the pain as much as she could. It was obvious the men had a good view, but that wasn't what she was going to choose to focus on. Absolutely not. Right now, she didn't want pleasure. She didn't want to feel it, and it was just making her cry more, because the spreader bar was keeping her from being able to shut her legs. After he took the plug, she moved her good hand to rub her jaw, and she was almost positive she could feel that her face was swollen a bit. She grunted as he push the tail in, able to feel the hairs of it brushing against her legs, and it was humiliating. Why the fuck did he want an animal? That was sick. He was sick. Whoever had put the scars on him had made him sick. Care whimpered at the mention of ears, trying to shrink down and into the table. The pain was what she was focusing on, not the pleasure.

Xavier only gave her a few words to try to help her with the tears, the way she honed in on the pain. He did that for the first year or so of his torture - if he counted time correctly. Eventually, you learn to change your thoughts, change your focus. Pain had a different meaning to you. You can tune it out - like he did - though, with her, he wanted it to be pleasure in certain cases. Brushing that aside, he had her in a better position. The table would suit him more so she wouldn't sink in like the sofa. Pulling her good wrist back, he took a moment to unlock the bracelet while the guards were focused elsewhere, just to let the burn heal slightly. She was too damn focused on it, and he found that irritating. Watching the mark, he waited a few moments then clasped the bracelet silently once more, locking it. He got a towel and put it over her arm, "So you stop harping on the damn thing." Caroline had no idea how much his father had fucked him up, but he had no intention of telling her the stories of his scars, either. Turning to the men, "You like the tail?" he smriked as they offered their enjoyment of it, "I may have to make her wear it more often," he nodded. Moving to her face, he unzipped his pants, pulling them down slightly, just enough to pull out his hard cock, "Open," he pressed the tip to her lips. Glancing back at the guard, "One of you come spank her with your hand while I fuck her mouth." They were eager enough to comply, one of the men coming up behind her to smack her ass.

Caroline face changed to one of amazement, just for a few moments, as her arm healed. So that's what the bracelet was for- he had it made so he could hurt her and not have to worry about her healing. He was smart. Too smart. She supposed it'd be something she wouldn't be allowed to take off, just like her collar. She sort of bowed her head down in shame as they had a little conversation about her tail, though some part of her that was trying to provide comfort to herself was twisting the words to try to make them comforting instead, to try to make them like a compliment. As soon as he unzipped his pants, she knew what was coming, and she was just thankful it was his cock, the cock she was familiar with, rather than one of the disgusting guards. She didn't hesitate to open her sore jaw for him, trying to desperately shift closer to him as an unfamiliar hand started to spank her. She didn't like that, none of them were her Master.

Xavier had considered letting her writhe in pain. He only gave her a few moments, not letting the arm fully heal, just enough to ease her so she didn't focus so hard on it. Her mind was too intent on the burn. Tossing the towel over it, he didn't want the guards to see it had lessened as he moved towards her face. Looking down at her, he brushed her hair aside, seeing her lips part, "Good girl," he easily pressed his cock into her mouth. He wasn't intending to fuck her mouth now, but he was hard, and he wanted her. With her not being aroused, he opted for her mouth - though he did momentarily consider fucking her regardless of it. Still, this worked out in his mind as he got what he wanted and still kept up her punishment, knowing she'd hate to be spanked by someone that wasn't him - even more than she would by him. Thrusting into her mouth, he pushed his cock so the tip reached her throat. "Relax," he growled low, though he still bucked his hips forward a little further, wanting her to take more of him. Making her hold him there for a few moments, he soon pulled back and started a steady pace - in tandem with the guard smacking her ass.

Caroline gagged when he told her to relax. She knew she was probably just being paranoid since she was overwhelmed, but it felt like he was so much deeper than usual, and it made her eyes water even more than they already were. She let him take over a face fuck her, since it'd give him more pleasure and her less work to do, and this time around she didn't make a sound, even with the blows landing hard on her behind, until she felt fingers touching the part of her pussy not covered by the vibrator. It must've been the guard's free hand, very secretly and casually, since he was still landing blows onto her ass, but it made her that much more uncomfortable. She knew if she said something all the guard had to do was shift his hand just slightly, to make it seem like it was resting on her thigh, anyways. She whimpered around his cock, wishing they were in his bed like they were on Christmas Eve. That was the nice Master, this was the evil one.

Xavier paid far more attention than she likely gave him credit for, though he preferred it that way. He didn't tend to want her to realize what he would or would not notice. A hand stroked her hair, thrusting into her mouth with a low grunt. Trailing his gaze over her naked body, he was tempted to turn the vibrator up, see if he could make her moan. He wanted her to moan - that sounds burning in her throat, running through his cock. There was a slight way her body almost tensed, and she whimpered, but not because of him. He knew that. The wolf growled, looking at the guard, "Don't make me rip your throat out. Leave," he snarled, "I'll deal with you later," his cock twitching slightly in her mouth as the man backed away, able to see that Xavier would kill him in that moment without hesitating. Refocusing on his pet, he turned the vibrator up to high, a slight smirk on his lip as she thrust into her mouth a bit faster, gripping her hair tightly. "Fuck," he grunted low, "I'm close, pet... and you better swallow every drop."

Caroline was grateful that he wasn't going to let them fuck her, at least it didn't seem like it. That was a good thing- a great thing, actually. Again, she tried to shift closer, though she was already as close she could get to him with the table and spreader bar holding her back. Her hips started to move again the vibrator, needing more friction, since it was starting to feel good. Not enough to make her moan, though. It'd take more to make her moan and groan, feeling the way she did. At the mention of swallowing every drop, she tried to nod, gurgling around his cock.

Xavier had no problem sharing her, but it was on his terms, with his permission. If someone tried to use her without that, he'd tear them to pieces. He was still tempted to tear the guard apart, though he'd have to hold himself back from it later. Seeing her movements, he smirked a little, his free hand stroking her hair, down her back as she tried to get closer. His head tipped back slightly another groan escaping as he kept up the rough thrusts. His climax hit him faster than he expected, cumming hard as he emptied his seed in her mouth. Waiting until he was spent, he let out a breath, "Suck it clean," he muttered, waiting for her to obey, not pulling back until he was satisfied. Once he was, he moved back behind her, his hand trailing her back. "You're trying so hard to fuck the vibrator, pet. Are you wet?" he asked, "Answer me, loud and clear," he stroked his hand over her ass, along her thigh, sliding his hand slowly up between her legs.

Caroline gulped down his cum as it came, despite hating the taste. Anything to try to make up for her break down, to calm his anger down. It was hard to tell with him in the moment, how angry he was. She tried to tell herself that deep down he was a good person, that whoever gave him his scars made him this way, that a child wasn't born evil, but it was hard right now in the moment. When he pulled out and away, she bent her head down, trying to get herself together. "Yes, Master," She said, shutting her eyes for a moment. It wasn't fair, that her could torture her, yet her body still reacted this way, still made her so horny. In time, she'd hopefully be able to disconnect from the situation and ignore it. The vibration was on so high, it wouldn't of surprised her if she dripped into his hand.

Xavier couldn't help it. He enjoyed watching her swallow every drop of his cum, no matter if she hated it. He enjoyed it. Moving behind her, he smirked slightly, nearly finding himself starting to get aroused from her humiliation. He pulled his hand back to fix his pants, zipping them up once more. "Yes, what, pet? You're... what? Say it loud and clear for me. And tell me what you want, don't make me repeat myself or ask you to be specific. You know better by now," he smacked her ass as a warning. He didn't like having to drag out the words from her. In his mind, she knew he wanted her to talk dirty to him, and, to him, he'd made that clear enough by this point. Still, he lowered the vibrator back to medium, wanting to ensure she didn't climax. He decided she certainly wasn't going to cum tonight. He hadn't decided when he'd let her orgasm again - maybe tomorrow, maybe the next night. He'd merely enjoy working her up and denying her.

Caroline nearly groaned when he insisted on her being specific. She really should have known it was what he wanted, it was what he always wanted, but she hated it. A lot. "Your cunt is wet, Master," She tried to be loud, but her jaw really hurt and her throat was slightly hoarse from the wailing. "Your- Your slut is trying to fuck the vibrator." At that one, she tried to hide her cringe. Her vampire hearing picked up light little footsteps, and she knew it was a few of the compelled slaves that lived upstairs to clean up the house and act as bloodbags for the vampires. They wouldn't stop and watch, though.

Xavier ignored the groan, only giving her ass another smack for it. Nodding, he listened to her words, the guards smirking as she spoke. The pair muttered about her being a good little whore, though he ignored them. This was for his pleasure, though he knew she'd be humiliated which served as part of her punishment. "She is, so desperately, too. Does my slut wish she had a cock inside her, fucking her hard?" he taunted further. "Tell me, pet," he smacked her ass again. The guys mentioned having to get to the cells for the shifts, reluctantly leaving. Of course, they mentioned sending others this way as they walked off. Xavier nodded to them, refocusing on his pet, certain they'd have a variety of people coming and going before he was done with her.

Caroline felt silent tears drip down her cheeks when they called her a whore. That was all she was now, and right now, in the moment, she accepted it. She was worth nothing but sex. What was the point of her even living anymore, other than to be three holes for Xavier's pleasure? She reached up, quickly wiping her cheeks with one hand, before it went back to the table. "I only want your cock, Master," She told him, quietly still. It was a relief, when the men left, although she knew more would just come in place of them. Surely, some slaves in the cells would hear about this from them, as well.

Xavier could see the tears, and he wondered what affect this girl had on him. He actually paused a moment - only a moment. The tears shouldn't matter. But he knew the whore comment got to her. "Only mine? Hm," he raised a brow, that intrigued him, a hand trailing down her back with a sigh. She put him in a hell of a predicament. Continue or take her back upstairs and fuck her senseless. "Good girl," he'd never been torn before. He could punish and torment for hours, days. Right now, he wanted to fuck her, though. Upstairs was too far. He took the vibrator away, turning it off and tossing it in the bag. Leaning down, his tongue darted out to flick against her wet folds as he unlocked her from the spreader bar. His thrust his tongue inside her for a moment, lapping at her a little before pulling back. Smacking her ass, Xavier pulled her up, turning her to face him, "Don't even think of asking me if you can cum - the answer's no," he lifted her up onto the table, and with one fluid motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely.

Caroline never really knew of any other time since she had been here that she felt so hopeless. There was no way she was going to escape. The whore comment sort of verified that for her, yet she didn't know why. He had called her a slut before. It must've been the fact that she heard it from other people. The good girl made her feel a little better, just for a moment, but it quickly died away. What did it matter if she was good or not? He was still going to hurt her, still going to treat her as nothing more than a sex toy. He was innocent once, he was a good child who was probably just as hopeless as you feel once, she told herself, but it didn't work- if anything, it just made more tears come. She let him flip her around, her body as limp as a doll, eyes lightless unlike ever before. There was always something there- some hope, some light, some good that was just Caroline, but in the moment, it was just nothing but sadness. She let out a little grunt when he thrust into her, her hands reaching up to touch his chest for a moment before they fell back down to her sides.

Xavier knew she was upset, but it shouldn't matter to him. Somehow, it sort of did in a way that he couldn't explain. It wasn't like he'd stop and comfort her. He hadn't a clue how the hell to do that even if he desired it. But she was his. Only a slut or a whore for him. Getting everything off her, he turned her to face him. Hearing that she only wanted him did something to him, and he had to have her, but he needed her facing him for some reason. It was another thing he couldn't explain. One hand trailed her thigh. She didn't say a thigh, even as he thrust into her. The touch was a sign she was in the moment, but she dropped away. He growled low in his throat, thinking she wasn't appreciating the reprieve, the kindness he was showing her, hell, the pure lust he clearly offered for her. Leaning in, his lips at her ear, "I give in to you... give you what you want, my cock buried inside you, and you offer me nothing. Maybe you didn't want it that badly, pet." He started to pull back, started to shut back down with a heavy debate of chaining her up and whipping her. He wouldn't be foolish enough to fall for her tears or her words since they were clearly meaningless. Then again, he considered he could just put her in the small cage and fuck one of the compelled slaves in front of her.

Caroline was really close to just breaking down into tears again. It was hard to want sex when you really just needed to cry. Her body was turned on, but her mind wasn't. Her mind was blocking it out, blocking out the pleasure since she was so overcome with her other negative emotion. "I'm sorry, Master," She said, when he started to pull away, even though she had nothing to be sorry for. None of this was her fault. She knew this was the part where she should have begged him to keep fucking her, to tell him that she was sorry and his slut and that she wanted it over and over, but she didn't. Her mind started to think about the windows and what would happen if he came home one day with her body burnt to ash on the floor.

Xavier pulled back from her, eyes trailing over her for a moment. "Your apology is worthless, pet." There was only so much pain the girl could take, and she seemed to be at her limit already. That was frustrating as he wanted to lash out. He'd have to find another, maybe he could harm one of the compelled slave, curious if that was allowed, even. Then again, he wondered if he cared. Pulling the bag closer, he got a few items out, pressing a small vibrator to her clit, attaching it, putting the remote in his pocket. He then pulled her forward, sliding a chastity belt over her, and locking it into place. "The nice thing about this little toy is it works at quite a distance. I won't tell you the exact, though so... you'll not know how close or far I might be," he flicked it on low, "But I will know if you cum so don't. Then again, I'm not sure if I'll let you out of the cage in the morning." He put everything back in the bag, grasping her leash, and picking it up. "Come, you'll get to watch me fuck someone else. I think I saw a pretty little blonde slave pass by earlier. I'm sure we can find her."

Caroline listened, but she was sort of lost in her mind at the moment. She was just a body, just a shell, a doll for him to toss around. She looked down at the belt when he spoke, but she just didn't care at the moment. She didn't whine, didn't complain. It was obvious, or so she though, that he wouldn't let her go back in her comfy cage with her teddy, that it'd be the tiny cage she wouldn't be able to move in if she had to watch him with someone else. But she didn't know if it'd effect her like it did before. Not today- the day after tomorrow, when she was feeling better, probably, but not right now. Right now she could disconnect from the situation, hopefully for the night. How she was supposed to get on her hands and knees and crawl when her arm still hurt, she didn't know, yet she lowered herself to the floor anyways, ass cheeks burning. Everything hurt- her ass, her arm, her jaw, now her pussy from the constant buzzing. She had been full to the limit when he thrust into her, especially with the big plug in her behind. "I think she went upstairs. Heard her earlier, Master," she muttered after a little bit of Xavier walking, Caroline attempting to crawl and try to keep up. She was like a battered puppy, ready to collapse at any moment. It was sort of pathetic.

Xavier was partly annoyed since she was just a little rag doll now. He wanted her broken in, but engaged. In this state, she wasn't anything. If she were like this permanently, he might as well kill her, though he kept that thought to himself. He'd likely experiment on her a little first. Turning the vibrator off as they made their way halfway up the stairs, he ignored her when she spoke. He had no interest in whatever she had to say. Currently, she was nothing more than a pet, and he'd ensure she knew that until she came around and decided to participate more actively. Of course, he'd fuck whomever he pleased in front of her until he felt she deserved to be his once more. Spotting the little blonde, "You," the girl turned, "Stay," she did as she was told, and he let his eyes trail her body. "Hmm... no, go get your friend - the other little blonde. Send her to my room naked, and hurry it up." Taking Caroline into the room, he took the leash off, setting it aside, "Clean up the mess you made while I get your cage up. When you're done, you'll go in the small cage, and I don't want to hear shit from you." He smacked her ass as incentive to hurry before turning to set up the small cage, ensuring she had a good view of his bed, pushing the larger one back. He closed and locked her out of it.

Caroline tried to ignore the girls completely. They were nothing, they were no one, just like she. They had no names, had no backstories to tell anymore. They were just bodies, just shells. The cage seemed even tighter than the last time, but she knew it was probably just because she had a sore ass and a sore arm, a sore jaw and a belt on. It was a tight fit. She rested her good cheek on her knees, twisting the bracelet around her arm. If she knew her strength, she'd of tried to break it off, but it just didn't matter anymore. She listened to the whip, listened to it coming in contact with her skin, though she didn't make a sound. Tears streamed down her face, of course, but she was silent, and pretty soon she was lost in her thoughts, blocking out the scene altogether.

Xavier glanced over at Caroline for a moment, the whip landing on the girls. They were starting to whimper as lashes covered both. "Watch, pet. That's the point of where you are," he growled low. "Or I may take you out and make you whip them," a devious smirk formed on his lips, and the idea was a bit arousing to him. He shed his clothes little bit little, whipping the girls between dropping one article after another. "Scream when you're ready, whores. I can keep this up for hours." Shifting his stance, he landed it upon their backs now, one lash after another after another. "Spread your legs wider," he growled. The two obeyed and he continued landed the tails along their skin before suddenly flicking his wrist ensuring that the lashes landed on one's pussy several times. Turning to the opposite side, he did the same to the other, rotating it repeatedly until they started to cry and scream. Even then, he continued for several strokes before dropping the whip. "Keep watching, pet. I enjoy an audience," he turned one girl sideways on the bed, snapping his fingers so the other got into the same position. "Play with your cunt until I decide to use you." The girl obeyed as he slammed into the one and started fucking her hard. He kept it up for quite awhile. When he got close, he pulled out, grabbing the other girl by the hair and thrusting into her mouth, "Suck," he told her, "You, come help her," he shifted to sit back, letting the two girls worship his cock.

Caroline didn't want this to be her life. She didn't want to be so eager to worship Xavier, to worship every painful and pleasure filled thing he ever did to her. She didn't want to be a mindless whore like those two sadly were. His words to her snapped her out of it, and she watched, though it was hard. Anything to keep from having to physically hurt them, though. That would be worse than getting hurt herself- a million times worse. No feelings of jealousy came up this time- yet- just because of her current mental state. Couldn't he just let her go to sleep? Why was he doing this? He had already punished her, already made her realize what she was. Maybe it wasn't enough.

Xavier partly did enjoy the audience, and partly was curious how she'd respond - even in her given state, watching him fuck one girl, command another... watching the two eagerly lap and suck his cock. "Pay attention to this... this is how you suck cock, pet," he grunted, thrusting his hips up into the girl's mouth. The other moved down to sucking his balls before both started licking along his length. Pushing them both back, he tossed down the girl he hadn't fucked and thrust into her. He didn't let her adjust, but started to slam into her. He pulled the other girl close, "Rub her clit. You can cum, whore," he grunted. The girl worked up rather easily and her walls clenched around him. She'd just reached her peak when Xavier groaned, filling her with his seed. Pulling back, he leaned against the headboard. Dragging over the one who hadn't climaxed, "Suck," he ignored her as she started to work his cock once more. "Keep watching, pet. You'll learn to suck cock from this whores." He pushed the girl's head down, forcing her to take more of him.

Caroline wasn't paying attention enough to actually focus and learn how to suck his cock. Her eyes were somewhat glazed over, although she was still watching, just to keep him from getting angry. She knew his mannerisms, knew what he looked like by now when he climaxed, and she immediately wondered if these girls were vampires, or if they were at least on birth control. She couldn't imagine getting pregnant in a place like this. Her eyes wandered across Xavier, to look at his scars, more than anything else. At least he was calling her pet again, and she didn't realize she was actually grateful for the name until right now, in this moment. Anything but slut or whore would've worked. Her mind was wandering a mile a minute and she knew that she was slowly coming back to lift, which was sort of a bad thing. It'd just mean she'd break again, probably. It was what he wanted though. Tomorrow she'd probably have to say sorry, have to suck up to him and try to make things better and she felt sick. She hadn't done anything wrong but spoke the truth and took control of her body for once.

Xavier returned to his name for her to ease confusion - for the time being. The two he was screwing were worthless whores. Caroline, to him, was his. His whore, his pet - his. Relaxing back against the headboard, he started to grow as she sucked his cock, taking more of him into her throat - mostly because he kept pushing her head down, making her gag a little. Releasing his grip, he smirked slightly, looking at the other girl, "Get that flogger and spank her ass and thighs with it." The girl obeyed, and he relaxed, enjoying the show he was getting, "Harder," he growled until the sound was to his satisfaction, grunting low, thrusting up into her mouth. "Come, bring it here. Turn your ass to me, and use your worthless fingers to make the whore cum so you aren't completely useless." He took the flogger from her and landing it on her ass, "This is how you use it, whore," he spanked her hard, leaving darker marks as his cock swelled more. He held back for awhile as the girl started to squirm, just as her climax hit, he finally let his own explode down her throat, groaning slightly as she swallowed every drop.

[Skip over…. Lost some of it – damn chatzy]

Caroline knew she'd be getting very little sleep in the small cage. She couldn't even stretch her legs, let alone get comfortable. When he was in the shower, she rested her head against the bars, simply listening. Listening to him, to the water, to anything outside the suite. It was something to do, at least. Focusing, she could hear the guards down the hall laughing over something, something sexual, of course. Shuddering, she tried to tune it out instead, not wanting to pay attention to it. Her eyes followed him when he came back out, blinking around the darkness once the light was on. What would happen if she just started screaming bloody murder right now to prevent him from sleeping? He'd just gag her. Sighing quietly, she traced a pattern into her knee, listening to his breathing for a long, long while. He seemed to fall asleep easily which worked good for her. She wanted to be sure he was asleep before she started to talk to herself, basically. "I'm still wondering who gave you those scars," She whispered, pretty much under her breath so there was no way he'd wake up- though, she didn't know he was awake. "I know you'll never tell me but I get it. It's hard to talk about hard stuff. Especially abuse. I mean, I would know, Hayley asks me what you do to me all the time and I just can't answer. So I'm not going to ask. You'd probably just get mad at me, anyways," She sighed quietly, stay quiet for another long few moments. "But you know, you're not evil, right? I mean, you'd probably call me pathetic if you knew my thoughts right now, but I don't care. You're sleeping and I need someone to talk to about it. All children are born good. You were an innocent child once, someone who'd have nightmares thinking about what you're doing to me now, whether you believe that or not. Someone hurt you and gave you those scars and made you this way and it's not fair and I'm sorry." Another long pause of silence. "But that doesn't make what you're doing to me right. But I just... I just wish I could make you understand how scary you'd be to that little boy, how much fear you'd put into him." Caroline tilted her head, resting her forehead on her knees. "God, I'm pathetic. Searching for the good you have buried so deep. Why should I? I shouldn't feel bad for you, shouldn't be trying to find a way to make what you're doing okay." Reaching up with her bad hand, she wiped at her cheeks. "But I do, I am. And I'll do this, just like that little boy had to ages ago, only I hope I never turn out to be what you are right now, if you ever let me go." Her tears started to fall harder, and she was quiet again, besides from her muffled cries and muttered 'I'm sorry's every now and then.

Xavier didn't want her to know much about him, not if he could help it. She didn't need to know that sleep was minimal for him nor did she need to know who tortured him for years. It was unavoidable, her seeing his scars, not that he cared. Others had seen them, knew something happened, that much was obvious, but he wasn't one to answer questions about it. When the girl started to speak, he listened to her words, and could've scoffed. If only she knew how young he was when he shut down, decided to say to hell with everyone. Perhaps he was never good. She was foolish to look for it in him. He was who he was, and she'd learn to accept it. Still, he listened to her, let her speak since he was supposed to be asleep. In some ways, he was intrigued that she looked for the good in him, looked for some way to tap into that. He wondered if there was some way to use it to his advantage. But another part of him, deep down, couldn't help but wonder if the girl was having an affect on him that he wasn't realizing. He didn't like to admit that he was protective of her, and he certainly wouldn't admit that her tears downstairs had been the reason he untied her, gave into her. It was why he snapped when she didn't respond, didn't react. Xavier wasn't one to give into anyone, and he let that tiny shred snap for her sake only to have her throw it at him like it was nothing. This was her lesson for that infraction though he melted it with the issue of her breaking his rules. He stayed still until several hours passed before getting out of bed, heading to the kitchen for some water.

Caroline didn't necessarily sleep that night. She mumbled nonsense under her breath here and there, shut her eyes when her head started to pound from a lack of blood and from the strain of the tears. Somehow, through the night, she pulled herself together again, having tried to block out any memory that had to do with the word whore in her mind. One of her eyes opened when he got up, picking her heavy head up from the bars out of curiosity. It couldn't of been morning already, was it? Maybe it was- she couldn't see any sunlight, but the curtains were closed.

Xavier sat in the kitchen awhile, pulling out his laptop to work. He paid no attention to the time, only lifting his gaze when the sun was rising, light filtering through the window. Getting up, he opted to prepare his own meal - eggs, bacon, toast, letting his little pet fester while he ate - giving the sun time to rise a little more. Finishing a few things, he locked up the computer, heading back in to see her. He was quiet for awhile, using the bathroom, washing up before returning. Opening the cage, he lifted her out of it, knowing she'd be sore, setting her at his feet. "Anything you want to say, my little slut?" he reached down, stroking her hair, trying to forget her little monologue last night.

Caroline it was near torture, having to listen to his fingers clicking away at his laptop, having to smell his food cooking. Not knowing if he was still angry, still willing to give her more punishment, was what was worse, though. She just wanted to apologize and do some ass kissing to see if she could get some kind of comfort, even if it was just curling up by his feet while he was sat at the table or couch- anything. When he unlocked the cage, she tried not to let herself tense up, panic, or get glossy eyed by zoning out. Her limbs were numb from being in one position for so long, she needed a massage to help get the soreness out of them, but instead he just sat her down- at least he was careful of her arm. "I'm sorry, Master," She said softly, trying to get closer to him, wanting gentle touches and comfort. "I- It's hard for me to accept this life but I want to be yours- just yours, Master, please..." Meaning, she didn't want the guards coming near her. "I'm sorry for what I said and I didn't mean it and I even broke your lamp and threatened you and I don't know what I was thinking and I deserved the punishment I got and I'm sorry." It was coming out like word vomit, almost desperate to make him not angry with her anymore. She needed care and to be bathed and food and blood and nice master back and to feel safe.

Xavier figured she was awake, but he gave it little thought aside that he planned to see her in due time. Once he did, though, she looked more alert than the prior evening. Getting her up and out of the cage, he set her down carefully, waiting to hear how she sounded. He was quiet, letting her talk until she quieted, noting that she did seem apologetic. Stroking her hair, he nodding slowly. "Just mine?" he smirked slightly. "Being mine is about pleasing me, pleasuring me, pet. Do you understand that?" He paused a moment, reaching down to tilt her chin up to look at him, "If I want to run my hands all over your body until you're a whimpering mess begging to be fucked, then leave you unsatisfied, you should be content with it if I'm pleased. If I decide to tie you up, blindfold you, and share you with someone - you should be dripping wet and eager, knowing it's my desire. You say you want to mine, little pet. Do you?" he trailed his hand down to her breast, brushing his fingers over her nipple before reaching for the remote. He turned it over in his palm, flicking the vibrator up to a medium setting.

Caroline didn't know how she'd be able to do that. How she could condition her body to be that way. How was she supposed to be dripping wet for some disgusting guard? Just by knowing it'd make him happy? That didn't make sense. Immediately, she was frightened he was going to make her test it, despite her being ready to collapse and pass out from lack of sleep and blood. At his question, her eyes started to water, though she nodded her head a little. "Yes, Master," She murmured, eyes not breaking from his. What if she just collapsed right here and now? What would he do? And why in the world was he even still here? Didn't he go out during the day times? Question after question went through her head and she felt weaker and weaker, her legs numbing further.

Xavier didn't take his eyes off her, watching the wheels turn. He stroked her hair softly, waiting to hear what she would say. The light murmur wasn't too unexpected. "You say yes, but there's an unspoken nervousness. What are you afraid of, pet? Or is it a person?" He sighed a little, leaning down, "Understand something, you are /mine/. Yes, that means I will use you for my pleasure, but it also means I will take care of you. Nobody is to touch you unless I've granted it, and generally I'd enjoy watching my little one. As my pet, my kitten, I will always ensure you are taken care of, you're ok - even if you don't think it. I know better and you will have to trust that. Do you have questions or something to say?"

Caroline was about to tell him that she was indeed afraid of him, but instead she let him continue on speaking, listening to the best of her abilities. It was like he was two people- this person, and the scary person he was the previous day when he was angry. "You... You're hard to keep up with, Master," She said, cautiously. "Because sometimes you're nice like this but then other times you're not and I- I want you to be like this all the time." Care shifted closer to him, wanting to be comforted, to feel safe. "I'm s-scared of making you angry and that's partially why I freaked out yesterday, Master. I'm sorry."

Xavier knew she was afraid of him in some sense, but expected she was worried about the guards touching her or something along those lines. Or maybe someone specific in the manor, even. Letting her speak, he sighed softly at the words. Leading her towards his chair, he sat, setting a pillow down for her to kneel on, "it's ok, pet, you can touch me if you like," he stroked her hair. He had to really think about this for a few moments, letting silence take over. "You're not always going to get what you desire," he stroked her hair, "But you will always be mine. I understand this is new to you. I'm a patient man, and I'm teaching you. An experienced slave would have had worse than you have." He paused again, "if you don't behave, pet, you're going to get punished. I know it seems to you that I'm angry, but I am not an emotional man nor ruled by them. I don't tolerate disobedience, and your outburst warranted far more than you got - but since you're inexperienced, I held back. Even at the end, I was ready to fuck you senseless. Does that tell you nothing, my pet?" It was as close as he'd ever get to admitting that she had an effect on him, figuring she was smart enough to add that up.

Caroline immediately moved to the pillow, giving her knees some relief, at least. She knelt in front of him, moving both of her arms to rest across his knees, even the bad one, just so she was touching him. She didn't make a sound, letting him think in silence for a little bit. As he spoke, her eyes watered, and she knew it was probably just because she was so exhausted from worrying, not sleeping, and being homesick. It was just too much to handle. She wiped the tears away quickly enough, nodding her hair. He held back, but she didn't quite know why, considering she was nothing to him. Just his pet that he'd eventually get tired of- a whore. "No, no, it does," She said, clearing her throat slightly when it started to crack. "And thank you for holding back, Master. I'll try my best never to give you a reason to have to hold back anymore. I'll be good, I promise." Her eyes got a little less bright again, but she forced a little smile.

Xavier let his hand stroke her hair as he spoke. He didn't much care for the idea that the girl was having an impact on him, but he didn't really allow himself to admit it, either. Ignoring the watery eyes, he merely waited for her to speak, his hand moved to trail the back of her neck, her back. "Good," he muttered, not wanting to expand on it. Smirking slightly, "Of course, kitten. You're new. I don't expect you to know what an experienced slave would know. I want you to understand that I've had others and been harsher with them - but cruelty, I save for those that deserve it. And no, pet, that would not be you. You are mine." It was a bit of a lie. He could be cruel to her at some point. He was capable of turning on her. She just didn't need to know that. Taking her arm, he paused, then unlocked it, letting her heal. He did wish he could just heal the hand and leave the rest, but it didn't function that way. Locking it back on her wrist, he nudged her lightly, "Stand up for me, we're going to shower, and I'm going to fuck my kitten. Would you like that?" he tilted her head up, having noticed her eyes dim a bit.

Caroline watched, curiously, as her harm healed- but not only her arm, her sore joints and jaw and whatever else hurt. By the time he was putting it back on, she felt as good as knew, which definitely helped. No physical pain helped. "Yes, Master," She said, looking at him as she forced herself to stand up. God only knew how bad she needed to cum due to the belt still being on her, but she really didn't know how long she'd last as she was running on no sleep. As soon as they were standing, she reached out and latched onto one of his hands with both of hers, because as much as he could hurt her, he was the only one who could make her feel better, too.

Xavier wasn't sure why the hell he let her heal, but he did. He didn't let himself think twice about it. Instead, he locked it back in place, watching as she stood up. Following suit, he stood with her, letting her latch onto him. Ensuring the vibrator in her chastity was off, he stroked a hand over her stomach, "No cumming, pet. That part of your punishment is still in effect. I can't let it all fall away," he stared down at her, moving her hands to his shoulders. Unlocking the chastity, he slid it off her body before lifting her up, kissing her soundly, carrying her towards the bathroom. Making it inside, he turned the water on, his lips still pressed against hers, pinning her body between his and the wall. He pulled his shirt off before reconnecting their lips, guiding her hand to down to work on his pants.

Caroline knew her face was falling even more when he said she couldn't cum. She felt only slightly pathetic that she wanted to cum so badly after what he put her though the previous evening, but he figured that was the entire point. "Oh," She mumbled, tracing her finger along his collar bone as he took it off of her. A tiny part of her wanted to protest, wanted to stamp her feet and start to whine that it wasn't fair, but she didn't dare. Instead, she kissed him right back, listening to the water turn on and whatnot, though she focused on trying to get his pants off for him, instead. Perhaps this was what he wanted the previous night, for her to be willing and eager rather than emotionless and numb. As soon as his zipper was down, she was pushing his pants and underwear off for him to step out of.

Xavier ignored the reaction, knowing she'd be upset about not getting her climax. Still, he had to hold some ground. He couldn't give into everything like that - though it was tempting to let her cum for him. "It'll teach you not to break my rules, kitten," he murmured quietly, explaining it to her. Getting her into the bathroom, he brushed his tongue against hers, his hands sliding under her ass to hold her against him while she worked his pants. This was a much better reaction. Though last night, he might have broken down, let her cum because of her state, her tears. Now, he was back in control, able to resist it. Stepping out of his clothes, he carried her into the shower, setting her on her feet, under the warm spray. Parting from her lips, "touch me, if you like, even yourself, just not your pussy - that's mine," he mumbled against her skin, trailing kisses and nips along her neck.

Caroline somewhat jolted when she felt the water on her, just because she was focused solely on him and it took her by surprise. She nodded slightly at his words, moving her hands to push her now wet hair out of her face, and out of his way, before letting her hands roam over his chest. It was crazy, the effect he had on her, considering now she was all over him yet twelve hours earlier and was a hopeless mess. "Master," She nearly moaned to him, tipping her head even further to the side. "Please don't do this to me, I need you, please." Even though she doubted he'd change his mind, it was worth a shot either way.

Xavier nearly forgot about providing permission to touch, though he wasn't sure why he wanted to feel her hands on him so much. He did. Her touch was intoxicating - even if he didn't like to think it. His hips pressed against her, grinding slightly as he grew harder. Reaching one hand down, she started to stroke his length while his free hand moved to massage her breast, twisting her nipple between his fingers. His lips pressed to her skin, leaving a mark at the base of her neck, biting against her - though not breaking the skin. "Are you wet already, kitten?" he whispered in her ear, though he knew what she was begging for, he wasn't prepared to grant it to her.

Caroline whimpered in need when he twisted her nipple. Of course, she knew he wasn't hard enough yet, but he wasn't the one who had been wearing a chastity belt all night and was now starting to get pumped up with adrenaline. She nodded at his question, biting her lip for a moment before she answered. "Of course I am, Master." Because that was what would keep the scary side of him away- always being wet, always being ready, always doing what he told her to do. Unless, of course, he was going to change it up and call her a whore- then she wouldn't be ready for him anymore. But she liked Kitten, it was cute.

Xavier held back his arousal, his need, wanting to work her up more. He enjoyed seeing her like this, whimpering, aching for him. Hell, he wanted to see her this way all the time. Always desperate for him, for whatever he wanted. "Good girl... always so wet for me." He moved to the other side of her neck, nipping and kissing before leaving a matching mark, simultaneously plunging two fingers inside her. He began to thrust them inside her, pulling his hand from his cock, he moved it to the other breast, twisting that nipple between his fingers - a little more than the other. He was debating an idea in his mind, though waiting to see just how desperate she might get, if she'd start to beg him again.

Caroline shut her eyes when she finally got some friction between her legs, her hands moving to his shoulders so she had something to hold on to. She knew there was no point in holding back her moans, mostly just because the sound of the shower would cover it up to anyone that was in the suites besides Xavier's. The twisting this time around was a little much, yet she found the pain from it was just giving her more pleasure, which she didn't realize was a bad thing. Her goal was to block out both pain and pleasure, not receive pleasure from tiny amounts of pain like this. "Please, Master, more," She said, opening up her eyes to look down between them, wondering if he was hard enough yet. "I need you inside of me." This time, her words were mumbled.

Xavier let her close her eyes, focused on drilling his fingers inside her, watching her expression as he twisted her nipple. It was his cock harder a little more, noting how she liked it, how it aroused her further. "More what, kitten?" he growled low against her skin, "Tell me exactly," he encouraged. Pulling her leg up around his hip, he pressed against her, but only to rub his hard cock against her pussy, not sliding inside her yet. "C'mon, tell me, pet. You know I like hearing you talk dirty." He nipped her shoulder. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. His teeth grazed over it, biting lightly, then more firmly, focusing on the way she reacted as he increased the pressure.

Caroline whimpered a little when he told her to talk dirty. Quite literally, she just wanted to cum and then go to her cage to snuggle up with her teddy and sleep for a good long while, but obviously, that wouldn't be happening, because his needs and his pleasure was more important. "More.. More of you filling your cunt," She mumbled, cheeks turning hot. At least it was only him here, at least there was no guards or no other masters. "I, um, I want your cock, not your fingers- Master, p-please?" She arched her back, to push her chest further into his mouth. The pressure felt good, and she decided that she liked having her nipples played with so long as they weren't in clamps.

Xavier smirked softly at the whimper, "you can do it, kitten. It's sexy and arousing, I assure you," he encouraged, his own lips pressed to her ear before trailing to her breast. His mood was better, likely partly due to the blood surging to his cock, and knowing how desperate she was for him. Listening to her, he groaned slightly against her breast, letting her feel the vibrations. When she arched, he bit a little bit harder, not breaking skin, but curious to see how much more she'd like. Pulling back, he withdrew his fingers, sucking them into his own mouth. Even if she didn't like her own taste, he certainly did. He picked her up, guiding her legs around his waist, wrapping his hand around his cock, he position himself at her entrance, and plunged into her. His mouth moved to her other breast, sucking on her nipple, starting to rock his hips in a slow, but hard rhythm.

Caroline slung her arms around his neck when her legs went around his waist, resting back against the shower wall. The actual water was sort of like background noise, she didn't even notice it anymore. As soon as he thrust into her, she let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding, nails digging into the skin of his back. It felt perfect, everything she needed and then some. "Harder, Master, please," She breathed, trying to rock her hips right back to him, just to feel him that much deeper. Her tears were long gone, at least for right now, and she was solely focused on his cock.

Xavier held tightly to her body when he lifted her up, keeping her firm to the wall so she wouldn't drop. Keeping a slow, hard rhythm, he groaned as she clawed at him, biting against her nipple, applying more pressure to it slowly. Hearing her desperate words, he lifted his head, smirking slightly. The sounds was too good, he couldn't resist teasing a bit more. Instead, he slowed his pace, but kept thrusting hard, "Better, my pet?" he shifted to let one hand trailed over her breast, down between then, teasingly brushing over her clit. He'd gotten her to where all she wanted was him. That part was taken care of, and now, she was slowly sinking into the desire for pain - albeit small tastes of it. Just the thought of her begging for it made his cock twitch inside her.

Caroline tightened her arms around his neck, shifting closer to him. "Y-Yes, Master," She managed to get out, though she let out a little cry when his fingers came close to her clit. She knew she'd be done in moments if he started to rub it, even slowly. "Please, please touch there," Care really didn't care at the moment that she had turned to begging, just because she was near desperate to cum. If he brought her to the edge only to deny her, she didn't know what she'd do.

Xavier leaned in, kissing along her neck, nipping at the skin, wanting to get more of her, taste more of her. Lifting her body up a little more, he started to thrust into her faster, keeping the hard, rough pace. Drawing his gaze back to her, "I could, kitten, but... you're not allowed to cum," he grunted slightly, hearing the way she was begging. Still, he ran his hand over her thigh, letting his thumb just barely graze her clit. "No cumming," he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against hers.

Caroline 's face crumpled slightly when he said she couldn't cum. Of course, she wouldn't go past his word after the punishment she had gotten the previous night, but it wasn't fair- she was frustrated and tired and it wasn't fun. She whimpered loudly, immediately moving to kiss him, mostly to distract herself. Kisses were good, she liked them- he was good at it. Almost too good.

Xavier saw the reaction, and part of him wanted to give in, but... he had a thought on how to get what he wanted anyways. He was pleasantly surprised she initiated the kiss, easily returning it, deepening it for several long moments as he thrust into her. Parting from her lips, "Choose quickly, kitten... no orgasm until tomorrow. Or I'll make you cum now... and then you'll cum consecutively all night - after our shower." He groaned slightly, increasing his pace and speed to bring himself closer to his own climax. He knew, even if she chose the second one, it wouldn't take much to make her cum.

Caroline blinked at her choices. They were both sort of terrible. It'd be torture if she had to wait, and she knew if she managed to sleep she'd probably just dream about sex which wasn't exactly a good thing, but then having to cum over and over and over? She wouldn't be able to do it, she was too exhausted. She didn't know which one was a worse option. "I- I-" She tried to think, but it was so hard with him pounding inside of her, with pleasure clouding over her thoughts. "I don't know, Master."

Xavier thrust into her, keeping his harsh pace, not relenting. A hint of a smirk ghosted his features. "Fuck," he grunted slightly, "Choose," a growl escaped, "before I fill you," he was still holding back his own climax, but he wouldn't much longer. If he came first, she'd be left without relief. He was really fine with either option. Leaning in, he brushed her lips before moving to kiss her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, leaving little bite marks along the way.

Caroline squeezed her lips together to try to keep her sounds in, but they were inevitable, basically. "I- I'll wait. Till tomorrow." Because then it'd be that much more sweet. Sure, the waiting would be torture, but she just wouldn't be able to do non stop orgasms with how tired she was at the moment. She rolled her hips against his, letting her head roll back, as well.

Xavier lifted his head, kissing her deeply. He expected she would probably choose that option, though there was a chance he'd get to see how many orgasms she could have before she begged him to stop the machine. He'd have to do that sometime soon anyways. Parting from the kiss, he grunted slightly, pleasure building up until he couldn't fight it anymore. Groaning, he came hard, filling her with his seed.

Caroline was once again thankful that she couldn't get pregnant as she felt him cum inside of her. She was panting, completely worked up, although she didn't let herself let go with him, just so she wouldn't get in trouble. She helped him ride it out by rolling her hips, pushing his wet hair out of his face gently.

Xavier thought nothing of pregnancy, the idea never entering his mind since she was a vampire. Once he came, he slowed his thrusts to a stop, letting out a breath. Leaning into her, his lips pressed to her shoulder, nipping the skin a little. He liked that his marks would stay a little while - not as long as a human, but still, more than before. Pulling out of her, he helped ease her to her feet, "Wash up, kitten," he lightly smacked her ass.

Caroline flinched a little at the smack, but it sent a rush of heat to her core. She didn't hesitate to wash up, leaving her normal bathing routine for later. For now, she just wanted to wash and go curl up in her comfy cage for a long nap.

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