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her in his arms, except that the
rabbit let out a loud and smelly fart.
    "Mais non!" Louis quickly backed away.
"I have not seen her in a couple of days, but she is fine. She
always gets her way, why shouldn't she be fine?"
    "Grandmother deals in a very dangerous
business."
    "Dangerous only for her customers. She is Maîtresse la Présidente. The finest dominatrix on the East
Coast of the United States. Now on the West Coast--"
    "Please, I worry about her. After all, she is
my grandmother and your mother-in-law. What if someone realizes
what she is? Don't you feel any responsibility? You're the one who
made her a vampire."
    "She demanded to be made what she is. As for
me, I had no choice. If I had refused, she would have left me in
the Bastille for the rabble to tear apart.
    "Ah, but you, my child, I made out of
love."
    Lust, Liliana silently corrected.
    "I'm putting François in the hutch in the
backyard with some food, and then I'm going to rest for a
while."
    "But it is night."
    "I didn't have a chance to rest during the
day. There was a lot of work to do. I had several autopsied bodies
to work on and had to use the six-point injection. It's always more
time- consuming for me when I have to drain the blood into the body
cavity and then use a trocar to drain the chest of blood, making
sure I don't lose any for my personal use."
    "If you were not speaking of cadavers, you
would be making me hungry."

 
     
     
    "No kind of sensation is keener and more active than
that of pain; its impressions are unmistakable."
     
    The 120 Days of Sodom
    by the
    Marquis de Sade

Chapter 6
     
     
    Garrett swooned in the ecstasy of the blood
letting. That La Maîtresse deigned to feed from him elevated
the thrill. His own orgasms did not have the power of her
blood-sucking kisses.
    Softly he felt her delicate breaths on his
neck, felt the sting of the punctures and the moist exquisite
movement of her lips.
    He raised his body up into La
Maîtresse' s kiss, and she responded by tightening the clamp on
his right nipple. The dark pink gag muffled his cry. Her long black
fingernails traced a path down to his loin, and he found himself
spreading his legs wider, praying for her touch to caress his
manhood. Her fingernails danced circles around his cock, causing a
pleasurable ache.
    Garrett moaned and rubbed his tongue against
the muslin material of the gag. His parched mouth, his neck wet
with blood and spit, and his cock damp from the dribble of urgency
combined to persuade him that the ecstasy must never end. Never
cease to satisfy Maîtresse la Présidente, he told himself,
for her pleasure increased his own four-fold.
    He was fighting the end, resisting the
inevitable release that he yearned for.
    The nylon rope tying his hands behind his
back limited his freedom, reminded him that he must hold back,
allow the pleasure to go on and on. He fought himself and the
rope.
    Suddenly the knot on the rope gave way and
his arms swung out from behind his back, laying out La
Maîtresse in a bloody, disheveled heap.

Chapter 7
     
     
    Liliana hurried up the stone steps into her
grandmother's arms.
    "You are so pretty today, my little one."
    "Grandmother, why are you tying and untying
that rope around the rail?" As Liliana spoke she picked up the book
her grandmother had been reading. The Ashley Book of Knots. She looked down on the stone porch floor and saw The Klutz Book
of Knots and The Boy Scout Fieldbook. "Homework?"
    "Thank Heavens we vampires heal quickly."
    "Grandmother, are you all right? What
happened?"
    "An accident caught me in the jaw, but my
slave paid dearly for the mishap."
    "I wish you would give up this brutal way of
obtaining blood."
    "There is no way to avoid brutality when we
feed. You, my child, have chosen to limit your hunger to small
animals, but is it any less brutal than what I do? My victims
simply have slightly higher intelligence quotients." She paused.
"Sometimes. However, what about the dead that you feed upon? It