Page 101 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Anna’s eyes widened. “I never... claimed to be. I didn’t even know until... until I met Alex. He told me.”

“How could you not know?” Creda asked. “How can you be so... human?”

Tears filled her eyes and Anna turned away. She stared at the floor, wishing she could disappear into it. She didn’t belong among her own kind. She almost wished she was back in Devin’s Manor, but she would miss Kurt and Wilhelm terribly.

Disgust mixed with sympathy filled the room and Anna was at a complete loss. She had no idea what to do. She sat down on a couch in the corner, hands clasped in her lap, head down. The other women chatted with one another again and Anna was forgotten.

A few minutes later, someone sat next to her. She glanced sideways to see Sakue smiling at her, a sympathetic look on her face. “They just do not understand, Anna. Do not be ashamed of who you are.” She put her hand on Anna’s and squeezed. “I was honest when I said I envy you. I would like to know what it is to love a man and to be loved back.” She sighed. “Well, I suppose we all know what it is like to be loved, but we do not know how to return the emotion.”

The Elder-Mistresses were escorted from their dressing room, through the Manor, and into the expansive Great Hall of Vlad’s Manor. It was similar to Devin’s Hall, with the emblematic eagle nestled in one corner and the prominent platform at the front. Yet, this space felt older.

The walls were constructed of enormous gray stones, mirroring the stone-tiled floor, adorned with plush red carpets. Three huge iron chandeliers hung from the ceiling, each bearing an array of hundreds of lit candles that cast a warm, flickering glow over the room. High above, windows allowed streams of golden sunlight from the setting sun to cascade in, while iron sconces on the walls were being lit by men in black robes.

The scent of Vitaly’s burning Elder robe filled the room.

The Elder-Mistresses moved through the hall with poise and confidence. Some of the Elders even bowed their heads as they passed by. Anna lagged behind, uncertain what to expect or what was expected of her. She knew this was an important event, and that the Elder-Mistresses were an integral part of the rituals that were to take place, but no one had told her what to do or expect. Yes, she’d seen them at Alex’s Funeral Gathering, but she’d been too consumed by her own grief to pay any attention to what they’d done there.

She focused her gaze on the floor in front of her as she walked a few steps behind Sakue, hoping to follow her lead. Sensing Devin’s heavy gaze, she risked a glance in his direction. His subtle gesture, a slight upward jerk of the chin, was a prompt for her to raise her head. She complied, and though his frown persisted, he nodded in apparent approval.

Oh, she just wanted to run away and hide. She didn’t belong here. She should be with the common slave girls. She was no Elder-Mistress. She was a Half-Immortal sex slave. If only Devin had told her she would be participating in... whatever was going on.

The other Mistresses had talked about it. They speculated on who would be chosen. Chosen for what, Anna didn’t know, but Irina was certain she would be the one. After all, this was her country.

Anna watched as the women took their places around the edge of the platform and kneeled with their hands in prayer position. When Anna assumed the same position, they all bowed as one, with Anna a split second behind them. She could feel Devin’s anger as she stared at the floor and trembled. Her heart pounded in fear, desperately trying to understand what was going on.

Sakue touched her arm lightly and she looked to see the other women sitting up. Anna followed suit and put her hands on her thighs as the others had. A man began speaking in Russian, and Anna stared at the diamonds sparkling on the backs of her hands.

She had donned her customary diamonds, except for her necklace—Devin hadn’t returned it yet. All the Mistresses were dressed in white, each in a style reflective of her own culture.

Irina’s headdress resembled a Russian crown, an intricately elaborate and stunning creation that outshone anything Anna had ever seen. It gleamed like the summer sun dancing upon San Francisco Bay.

In contrast, Anna’s entire ensemble was painfully simple compared to the other Elder-Mistresses. She saw her foolishness in believing Devin had been excessively generous with her jewelry. If the jewels were a measure of their an Elder-Mistress’ care and her Master’s affection, Anna was severely neglected.

Not that she cared about having less sparkle than the others; it was more about the stark realization of the disparities in their relationships with their Masters. But then again, Anna was a slave—that was the fundamental difference.

Patya, the Immortal, came and stood before them. He pointed at Irina and Halima, and they stood and followed him to where Vlad was kneeling, naked, in the center of the platform. His chest heaved, and he looked dazed. Peter stood to one side, watching him. He met Anna’s eyes and smiled tenderly at her. Anna smiled back.

The two Mistresses undressed and kneeled next to Vlad. They began kissing him and stroking his body and cock, which quickly hardened and stood erect. Each of the women took turns sucking on him until he groaned in what almost sounded like pain. His cock was purple and throbbing. His hands were clenched into fists, his face red, and veins stood out in his neck.

Patya kneeled in front of him and wrapped his hand around Vlad’s cock, making him groan loudly. The Immortal stroked him a few times and then nodded to an Elder standing nearby, holding a piercing gun. The Mistresses stood aside as two other Elders came to stand next to him, holding his arms to the side. Another Elder kneeled behind him and held his hair in his fist and put another hand under his jaw. He whispered something in Vlad’s ear, and Vlad nodded and closed his eyes.

The Elder with the gun kneeled and took Vlad’s cock in his hand and pressed the gun to the side. She heard two clicks and Vlad grunted, but otherwise made no sound. Another Elder took the gun and pierced the other side, and then a third Elder pierced the underside of Vlad’s cock. Vlad was visibly shaking, his jaw clenched so tightly Anna feared he would break his teeth. The third Elder put his hand on Vlad’s shoulder and Vlad opened his eyes, watering in pain.

The Mistresses returned and began kissing him again. Vlad kissed them with a fervor and pushed Irina down on the floor. He kissed her deeply as Halima moved to lie down with her hip next to Irina’s head.

Without ceremony, Vlad pushed himself into Irina, and an expression of relief crossed his face. He spread Halima’s legs, lifting Irina’s head to lie back on Halima’s thigh. He kissed Irina once more and then buried his mouth into Halima’s pussy, eating with a fervor Anna wouldn’t have expected after being in so much pain.

Anna wondered what was going on when she saw Patya kneel behind Vlad, his huge cock golden in the candlelight. He positioned himself at Vlad’s asshole and pressed in with one thrust. Vlad grunted in Halima’s pussy and his knuckles whitened, but he made no other noise.

Patya began great long thrusts in and out of Vlad’s body. His biceps bulged as he held himself above Vlad. He moved to hold Vlad’s chest so he wouldn’t move. Every movement pushed Vlad’s cock in and out of Irina and Anna could see Halima’s dark, wet pussy when he was pulled backward.

The movements continued for what seemed like an eternity. Anna watched in fascination as Vlad leaned his head back and Irina pushed his mouth back onto Halima and held him there. Patya’s movements quickened and suddenly he roared and stiffened as he came. Vlad let out a primal scream, his back arching and face looking almost straight up, despite Irina’s hand in his hair.

They stayed in that position for a long time, until Patya relaxed and slowly slid out of Vlad, kneeling behind him with his head sagging for a moment. Vlad resumed his feast on Halima and thrust in and out of Irina until both women cried out their release.

Patya stood and spoke loudly in Russian. He pulled Vlad to his feet and seemed to make some sort of declaration, to which everyone in the room applauded.

Vlad spoke for a few minutes, and then motioned for Peter to come forward. Peter removed his robe and kneeled in front of Vlad. Vlad’s still hard cock disappeared slowly into Peter, who stiffened and panted but didn’t cry out. Peter’s cock was hard, and Anna licked her lips as she watched it bob up and down with his movements. Vlad released himself with a cry into Peter, and then stood and pulled Peter to his feet. He put his arm around Peter and made a declaration. Applause filled the room again. Vlad grinned and put his hands in the air. He motioned to the Elder-Mistresses and then around the room. He shouted and the other men shouted and cheered.

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