Carla's parlor, Pt. 2

Carla leans forward, putting her finger under the blonde's chin. She tilts the blonde's head back, exposing her neck. She watches as Reagan's eyes go wide, her breathing becoming heavier. Reagan nods slowly.

"Such a lovely throat, don't you think?" Carla says seductively. Carla smiles, fangs on display, as Reagan stares transfixed at the girl's neck. Carla is amused, watching the wheels turning in Reagan's head. The thirst is there... The darkness... But she doesn't want to admit it to herself yet Carla thinks. Reagan slowly reaches out and cups the girl's breast, feeling it's weight in her palm.
"She's our toy" Carla says, nudging Reagan on.
"I've enthralled her to be obedient to us. She's basically an animal at point. Ours to play with. To taste.... To hurt?" Carla says, dangling that out like a trial balloon to gauge Reagan's reaction. Carla leans in and whispers: "you know... Pain sweetens the flavor of the blood". Reagan's eyes go wider.

"Yes, mommy" Reagan answers. Carla thinks of correcting her, but decides not to. I like hearing her call me that more than I should Carla thinks, not yet ready to become so entangled with Reagan. After all, she's a toy too right now, an engaging one but a toy nonetheless. Not unlike the **** that she's fondling. Don't become too attached Carla tells herself.

"It speaks" Carla chuckles. She leans in and kisses Reagan, slowly and sweetly. Reagan kneads the ****'s breast as they kiss. Carla caresses Reagan's thighs with her cool fingertips, as she feels Reagan's tongue gently drag against her fangs.

"Let's have some fun with her" Carla says, a sinister grin on her face. Carla snaps her fingers and beckons one of the other humans over, and whispers something in her ear. The **** departs and Carla resumes kissing Reagan as they both touch the blood ****'s breasts and legs.

It's not long before the other **** returns, holding a mirrored tray with a white powder, a small straw, and a razor blade on it. She hands it to Carla and walks away.

"Do you know what this is?" Carla asks as she uses the razor blade to divide the white powder into neat lines on the mirrored surface. Reagan nods, watching Carla's graceful movements. Pretty, but not very loquacious Carla thinks to herself, chuckling. She hands the straw to the blonde blood **** who snorts a line without hesitation, sniffling a bit. The **** turns to Reagan and hands her the straw. Carla sees Reagan hesitate, looking to Carla for guidance.

"You really need to let loose a little bit" Carla says, rolling her eyes. "Plus, I love how the blood makes me feel when the donor is a little messed up."
Reagan swallows hard, before leaning in and doing a line herself. Carla laughs as reagan sniffles and rubs her tingling nose. Carla can hear that Reagan's pulse has quickened. Good girl Carla thinks. Carla takes some of the white powder and rubs it on her fangs, before placing the tray on the floor, but retaining the razor blade in her hand.

"Let's have some real fun, shall we?" Carla says. "Be a good girl and season her a bit for me?" Carla says, handing Reagan the razor blade. Reagan stares at the sharp steel in her palm. Carla puts a calming hand on Reagan's knee. "It's okay, sweetheart" Carla says understandingly. "Just do what feels right." Carla kisses Reagan's cheek softly, before sitting back, very curious to see Reagan's next move.

Reagan looks up, and swallows hard. She looks at Carla, her face a mixture of arousal and fear. She turns towards the ****. With a quick, non-committal movement, Reagan draws the razor blade across the ****'s breast, making a very shallow cut. The **** winces, but has been conditioned to not protest or even speak. Carla leans in and licks the blood from the ****'s breast, before kissing Reagan, letting the ****'s blood touch her lips.

"How did that feel, cutting her?" Carla asks, unable to suppress a wide grin.

"It felt... Really good" Reagan admits.

"Again" Carla says.

Reagan does another shallow cut, this time on the girl's cheek. The cut is not deep, but is more deliberate this time, confident even. Reagan smiles when the ****, in pain, takes in a sharp intake of air. Carla leans in and licks the wound and moans softly.

"It feels.... powerful" Reagan murmurs, cutting the girl again, this time on the other breast.

"Do you feel any guilt?" Carla asks, curious to see how far this has gone. Reagan pauses, appearing to be a bit conflicted.

"Yes" she admits, looking away.

"Well you shouldn't. This is what slaves are for" Carla says matter of factly. Reagan nods. "Just do what feels good". Reagan cuts the girl again, above the collarbone, deeper. Yes rivulets of blood drips down over the ****'s breasts. Carla reaches out and cups Reagan's sex possessively, wanting to reinforce the pathways being built in Reagan's brain linking the pain of others with her own pleasure. Reagan cuts the girl several more times, each time with growing confidence. Carla can feel Reagan's wetness. She may be more than a toy after all... There's something dark in her. Carla is curious just how much farther she can take this.

"She's so calm" Reagan remarks, in wonder.

"I have some talents for persuasion" Carla says cryptically. "Sometimes it's more fun when they aren't, but I was feeling like a lazy night in tonight.". Carla figures Reagan isn't quite ready to see a real hunt yet, best to gauge her reactions in a more controlled environment with a (semi-)willing participant.

"Do you want to watch me bite her?" Carla asks, tracing her fingertips over the girl's throat.

"Yes, Mommy" Reagan says, staring intently, licking her lips. "More than anything. Make it hurt." Reagan says, catching Carla a bit off guard.
Carla smiles, and then savagely drives her fangs into the blonde ****'s throat. The **** jerks and Carla notices Reagan reach out to hold the girl in place. She feeds messily, letting hot blood spill out over the girl's breasts as her breathing becomes shallower. Carla gulps mouthfuls of blood, getting a slight buzz from the girl's earlier illicit indulgence.

Carla notices Reagan rubbing herself as she watches Carla feed, tracing the girl's cuts with her other hand, totally mesmerized. Good girl Carla thinks. The girl's eyelids flutter closed, her breath is coming in ragged gasps. She's on the border, but if Carla stops, she'll live. Carla withdraws her fangs and looks at Reagan.

"Well? Should we give her a final honor?" Carla asks.

"An honor?" Reagan asks, confused.

"The opportunity to give her life as a sacrifice to a goddess" Carla says, smiling, blood on her fangs.

"Oh" Reagan says, looking down. She looks back at the girl, pale from blood loss, and then back at Carla. "Yes...I think so..." Reagan whispers, as if not saying it loudly will dampen it's moral implications. "Like you said, mistress.... She's like a toy for us... A dumb animal..." Reagan offers.

"Indeed" Carla says, smiling. She kisses Reagan, taking Reagan's hand and placing it over the ****'s heart. Carla viciously bites back into the girl's throat, rapidly exsanguinating her as Reagan watches in awe. The blood flow slows to a trickle as the girl's heartbeat fades, and then stops.

Carla withdraws her fangs and catches her breath, pulling Reagan towards her. Carla cuddles with a Reagan, Reagan laying between her legs, as she enjoys the tingling euphoric sensation that comes following a kill. I can't believe how unconflicted she seemed to be about offering me that girl's life Carla thinks as she strokes Reagan's hair. Perhaps she is worthy of the gift Carla thinks. Perhaps she will be a vessel deserving of my Emma.