Kit

The Cyber-Blood Chronicles, Vol.2

By Jonathan H. Amsbary

Flush from her adventures with a handsome vampire hunter Kit joins the organization known as The Committee and begins learning to hunt the undead. Her training is harder than she anticipated but she soon learns and grows as an agent. Her actions impress her superiors but also attract the attention of a sadistic vampire who is determined to make her his own. Kit will be plunged into a world that blends dreamlike horrors with real world terror. Armed only with her wits and the help of a madman, Kit must fight a terrible struggle for her life and her soul.

ISBN 1-59431-094-7 Horror/ Sexual Content/S&M

Cover Art/Maggie Dix



Chapter I

David stared at his computer screen waiting for the next instant message to arrive on the chat screen. Mistress of Darkwinds types: Looks down at her little footstool and gently caresses his back with her heel.

Sub_Thrall: Imperceptibly coos with pleasure a slight smile stealing across his lips

Mistress of Darkwinds: Digs her heel into her footstool. “Now behave little boy, you don’t want Mistress to punish you? Do you?”

Sub_Thrall: “No Ma’am.”

A smile played across David’s face as he entered the last command. He was finally getting somewhere with Darkwinds. He had played her for weeks and she was good. He had almost all the other Domme in the Chateau eating out of his hands. She was one of the last holdouts. They had chatted cordially since he’d come online a year ago, but he never really felt that she liked him very much. Somehow she didn’t seem to approve of him. Of course, that made her the prize of prizes.

Mistress of Darkwinds: Reaches down with her crop and lightly caresses her tender boy behind his ear. “Of course you don’t.”

“Bitch.” David hissed under his breath as he considered his next post. His skin was on fire and, as always he truly felt the kiss of the crop. He had felt more pain from others. He was often reduced to tears by his virtual punishments but the release was transcendental. He had often tried to explain it all to his everyday friends but they never got it.

“Oh well, to hell with them.” he thought before he could type in his next command.

Mistress of Darkwinds: Kicks her little subbie. “What’s the matter boy? Cat got your tongue? I have a cat, and it bites. But you know that, don’t you? Would you like to meet my cat little boy?”

“Yes.” he hissed aloud. He considered his next play. It often didn’t pay to seem eager, but if he seemed indifferent she might leave him. God, how he wanted her.

As David considered his next move an insistent pounding on the door interrupted his thoughts.