Insatiable - Chapter 1 - Under Her Spell - Sex Stories

Insatiable - Chapter 1 - Under Her Spell

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“The Scarlet Sanctum” she read. “A Bordello of Bondage and Blood. Come to our chamber of pleasures and live out your darkest fantasy as a creature of the night! Or arrive in chains, a lamb to the slaughter, ready to be subjugated and drained! We cater to kinksters of all persuasions. Cum and see!”

She rolled her eyes. “Really? Please tell me this role playing rubbish isn't the only reason we're here.”

“If you're going to hide, the best place to do it is out in the open” the grizzled veteran responded. “And no, that's not the only reason. If you were a good detective, you'd have already figured out the other two.”

Rosa smirked. “Ok Sherlock, clue me in.”

He set his coffee on the dash and pointed at the massive walled and gated compound. “Look at this place. That's a twenty million dollar estate, easy. Probably more.”

“So?”

“Doesn't make sense. Not in a small community like this. What's it there for? A blood-sucker themed S&M dungeon? Out here? No way they have enough customers in this area. Not to justify all that.”

Her eyebrows raised. Rosa nodded. “Good point. What else?”

Reynauld reached into his folder and handed her another piece of paper. She scanned it briefly.

“Climate data?”

“Olympia and the towns surrounding it, like this one, get the second least amount of sunlight per year in the continental United States.”

“Where's the first?” she queried reflexively.

“Vermont.”

“Then why aren't they there?”

“Because there's ...

... nothing in Vermont but trees and cows” he answered with a grin.

Rosa snickered. “Alright, I get it. I got a lot to learn.”

”Yes, you do. And lesson number one is, don't be so eager to encounter these freaks. Any time you do could be your last.”

“Pfffft! I'm more than ready. I got everything I need right here...” The bristly brunette patted the gun at her side, touched the silver dagger strapped to her thigh and grasped the small wooden cross hanging from her neck. “And you'd be eager too” she said, her voice turning sullen. “If they'd turned your brother.”

'Ahhh, there it is.'

Reynauld said nothing at first, letting her motivation sink in. He'd have to be careful with her. The last thing he wanted was to report another dead agent to the Holy See. They were short on people to begin with. After a few moments, he broke the silence.

“Is he still out there? Or was he put down?”

“I don't know” she answered sadly. “He told me what happened, started acting really weird and then disappeared. My family never got closure. Never even got to say goodbye.”

Reynauld nodded. An all too common story these days. Something odd was happening among the biters. The balance of power between the males and females had shifted drastically. It seemed more and more like the women were running the show. He and his colleagues still had no idea why. It was all the more reason to investigate this case. A mysterious brothel promising blood play. It was registered to an LLC owned by a ...