NOTE: This scene contains brutality, whipping, and f/f nonconsentual sex.

Lying on the table, her skin clenched tight with the chills, Kathryne stared into the darkness. She had no idea how long she had been captive: all sense of time had quickly faded. Focusing her stare on the brightly burning torch standing to the side of her, she fought back tears.

*I need to be strong… I’ll find some way to get out of here.*

But, even the most minuscule of shifts reminded her of how tightly bound she was. Attempting to move was as futile as screaming had been when the demon had… violated her. The thought of Angelus ripping into her body, taking her innocence from her as roughly as a school boy would rip fruit from a tree, was enough to bring the tears she had been fighting back to a head. His hands on her had been as cold as ice: it was as if she had been invaded by an Arctic sea.

"Poor thing… this must be so hard on you."

A sweet, husky voice filled the room. Kathryne clenched her muscles as Darla sauntered into the room, her silken skirts rustling ominously.

"Hello sweetness. Have you been enjoying your stay here?" A smirk passed over the blonde’s lips. "Yes, I am sure you have… to be fucked by Angelus is always a pleasure."

Kathryne couldn’t help it: her tears began to trickle down her cheeks in slow rivets. The little vampire wandered over, swinging her hips back and forth. Glancing at the quivering girl on the table, she frowned. "What’s this?" Reaching over, Darla touched Kathryne’s cheek.

"Tears?" Darla sniffed the salty wetness on her fingers. "I see you don’t appreciate the finer things in life… like Angelus." Leaning over, she rummaged under the table. Kathryne went as rigid as a board, as she heard the clink and shift of various objects below her. She felt completely vulnerable, exposed, blackly afraid.

Standing back up, one hand curled behind her back, Darla smiled wickedly. "You know, girls should earn to love what they are given. Give in to their fate." She let out a faint sigh. "But some girls never learn."

She brought her hand out from behind her back, revealing a long, black leather strap. Snapping her wrist sharply, the belt whipped through the air. Kathryne felt the blood drain from her face.

"So they must be broken in."

Bringing the belt in, low from the shoulder, Darla landed a smooth hit across Kathryne’s breasts. The girl jerked up with the stinging pain, feeling it spread like a red hot iron through her skin. But, just as the pain from this began to dull, Darla brought the belt down again. This time it thwacked on her stomach, striping the tender flesh with a long welt, covering over the navel, and across her far side. Kathryne opened her mouth, screaming noiselessly, tendons standing out in her neck. Bringing the belt down a third time, across the tops of Kathryne’s smooth thighs, Darla laughed.

"Now doesn’t Angelus seem wonderful? Oh wait, I forgot, you didn’t like his touch." Moving quickly to the end of the table, Darla grinned. "Brazen bitch. Let’s see how much you want to be touched now."

Swinging the belt low, the vampire brought it in underarm. Slamming it between Kathryne’s legs, she landed a full blow to her most private of parts. The pain was instant, white hot. Kathryne shrieked, her body writhing as far as the bonds would allow. Bolts of agony shot up from her groin, reaching as high as her neck, tenderizing the skin. Her vagina was weeping, wet from a pain stretching deep inside.

Darla smirked as the young girl contorted in torment. Kathryne’s voice went horse, fading away as her throat roughened. But yet she screamed. Her face was a darkened shade of magenta, almost matching the welts on her pale body. Her legs thrashed weakly at the bonds, the thick ropes leaving a harsh burn on her ankles.

Darla laughed. "Sleep well, cherie. The Star is almost at it’s peak. You’ll need rest."

She started to walk away, but then halted. Turning abruptly on her heel, she came back to the table.

"I can’t forget the parting shot." Darla leaned between Kathryne’s sweat slick thighs, and snaked her tongue out. Before Kathryne could move, the vampire ran her tongue against the bruised folds of her womanhood. The rough pressing of the skin sent waves of throbbing through Kathryne. The tender flesh crawled back from the invasion, but Darla still probed. Sucking harshly on Kathryne’s battered clitoris, Darla delighted in the feebly twitching legs of her victim. She licked and lapped, pressuring the tortured labia excruciatingly. To Kathryne’s surprise, she felt a dim heat in the pain. A fire of pleasure.

But before anything could come of it, Darla pulled away. Wiping her wet mouth, she walked out. Without saying a single word.

Burning from the heat of the belt and the flames of her throbbing clitoris, Kathryne sunk into fitful sleep.