Carla's Parlor, Pt. 1

Reagan enters a large room. The lighting is red and dim, it's disorienting. There must be a dozen or so women in various states of undress are scattered around the room. Some are chained to the wall or to tables, their skin covered in bite marks. Others wander around lackadaisically, blood on their neck and breasts. A naked woman sits on a sofa, playing a violin softly, a visible bite mark on her thigh. A fire crackles in a large fireplace, it's light throwing macabre shadows on the walls. Reagan feels like she's stepped into a dream, or a nightmare.

Reagan watches, voyeuristically, as two women kiss on a fancy rug in front of the fireplace. One of the women has her hand moving between the other's legs. The one being stimulated turns to look at Reagan and grins. Something about the smile makes Reagan's blood run cold. A black woman slowly walks past her, as if ****, her eyes dazed, wearing a corset and nothing else, a bite mark on her neck and breast. The room smells strongly of blood, metallic and pungent. Reagan looks up at the ceiling, which seems to be at least 30 feet above them. In the dim light she can just make out the contours of a mural, featuring the same figure as the statue she saw earlier in the hallway. The figure holds a pale, nude maiden in her arm, and a dagger to the maiden's throat in her other hand. Female worshippers are bowing to the figure.

She is startled to feel someone behind her, wrapping their arms around her waist and putting their chin on her shoulder. She flinches, looking back to see Carla, dressed in black panties and nothing else. There is blood on the corner of her mouth. Carla's hand moves to Reagan's chin, trying to turn her head into a kiss over her shoulder, but Reagan turns away. Reagan steps forward and turns around to face Carla, seeing blood on her chest.

"What is this...room?" Reagan asks timidly.

"This is my feeding parlor" Carla says coyly. "It's where I come to relax and blow off some steam. Don't tell me that your interest isn't piqued, little one" Carla says coyly.

Reagan doesn't know how to respond. She is intrigued by everything she sees in this room. In her line of work, she's seen many prurient scenes, but nothing to rival this. Of course, everything before Salem's Ridge feels like a lifetime ago. A different life, a different Reagan. Carla raises an eyebrow quizzically before leaning in to kiss Reagan on the cheek. "If it's too much, I can have you brought back to your room" Carla says, in a mocking tone.

After a pause, Reagan quietly says "no... I'd like to stay I think".

"Wonderful!" Carla says, clasping her hands.

Reagan feels Carla take her hand and lead her over to a small sitting area. Carla gestures for Reagan to sit on a wide, plushy couch next to her.

"Who are they?" Reagan asks.

"It doesn't matter, they are here for our pleasure, they are nobody...just chattel" Carla says coldly. Reagan nods, unsure how to reply. They sit on one of the sofas.

"You!" Carla calls, snapping her fingers in the direction of a shapely blonde in lingerie on the opposite sofa. The blonde rises, slowly, and stumbles towards them. Reagan notices a bite on her left breast. Carla gently nudges Reagan to slide down on the sofa a bit and spread her legs. The blonde kneels between Reagan's legs and starts planting soft little kisses on Reagan's thighs as Carla pulls up the hem of Reagan's dress.
Carla cups trans Reagan's cheek. "Just enjoy yourself, baby" Carla says affectionately, kissing Reagan.
Reagan gasps when she feels the blonde **** brush her lips over Reagan's panty covered sex. Carla starts to kiss Reagan's neck, Carla's hand resting possessively on the ****'s head between Reagan's legs.

"Do it right, take off her panties" Carla growls at the blonde. The girl eagerly slips Reagan's panties down her legs and slides them off Reagan's feet before returning between Reagan's legs.

Reagan whimpers as the blonde's tongue runs between her lips, finding her clit and then sucking softly on it. Carla's hand strokes Reagan's thigh comfortingly.

Carla nips playfully at Reagan's earlobe before kissing her way down to Reagan's neck and shoulder. The ****'s tongue flicks over Reagan's clit, slowly circling the stiff button.

Carla sucks hard on Reagan's neck as the blonde continues stimulating Reagan with her mouth. Reagan feels a flood of wetness between her legs as Carla's tongue brushes over her throat. Carla nuzzles into Reagan's neck, growling playfully as Reagan runs her fingers through the blonde's hair.

"This is life with me" Carla whispers into Reagan's ear, "an eternity of endless pleasures." Carla nips at Reagan's earlobe as Reagan's hips roll against the ****'s face.

Reagan moans as the girl's tongue slips inside her, running up and down between her lips and back over her clit. The blonde moves down to probe at Reagan's backdoor with her tongue, as Carla slips the strap from Reagan's dress off her shoulder. Reagan's breast spills out, and Carla cups it in her cool palm. She feels Carla's tongue in her ear. Carla kisses her way down Reagan's neck, to her chest, taking one of Reagan's nipples into her mouth. Reagan moans as Carla's cool tongue flicks over her nipple, becoming incredibly aroused feeling Carla's sharp fangs on her delicate skin.

Carla nibbles on Reagan's earlobe as the **** works her tongue over Reagan's clit faster and harder, bringing Reagan closer to climax. Reagan can feel Carla's eyes on her, watching her pleasure with a mixture of amusement and arousal. Reagan feels Carla's hand knead Reagan's breast gently.

Reagan can feel herself nearing orgasm as the **** sucks harder on her clit, circling it with her tongue, before moving back down to flick her tongue over Reagan's ass.

Carla suddenly bites Reagan's neck softly, causing Reagan to gasp and shudder as she immediately comes on the ****'s face. Reagan cries out in pleasure as she rides the waves of her orgasm, clutching onto the blonde's hair and grinding her sex against her mouth. Carla sips slowly on Reagan for a few seconds, before withdrawing her fangs and licking the wound closed.

"That's it, come for me" Carla coos as Reagan bucks against the ****. Carla kisses Reagan on the mouth, forcing Reagan to taste her own blood on Carla's tongue.

Reagan shudders as she comes down from her climax, as Carla nuzzles her neck and the blonde lightly kisses her thighs. Carla grabs the blonde by the hair and pulls her up to sit between her and Reagan. Carla, Reagan, and the **** exchange a three way kiss at Carla's prodding, tasting Reagan's juices.

Carla leans back on the sofa, looking at Reagan. "What shall we do with her next?" Carla asks, her fingers toying with the blonde's pierced nipples. Reagan, her mind clearing, wonders who this woman is. She had a life, a story, just like Reagan. Now, nothing more than a toy for Carla. Will this be my fate too when Carla grows bored of me? Reagan wonders.