by KajiraGames.
Chapter 30: Tandem Punishment
Nines Rodriguez dragged the two struggling girls to the upstairs bar of the Last Round. He was helped by the fact that the vampiresses were still more intent on fighting each other than fighting him. Also useful was the fact that they were fighting OVER him, so neither was likely to clock him in the face.
He pushed them towards adjacent round tables and shoved them forwards so that they were bent over them. Damsel's bare breasts, poking through her ripped shirt, were flattened against the formica. Roberta's butt was as bare as her opponent's boobs, with her panties around her thighs and her skirt still somewhere downstairs.
Nines equalized the situation somewhat by reaching around to unbutton Damsel's jeans and pulling them down. "Hey" she protested, "I was fighting for YOU! I'm not letting this mad Malkavian bitch get her claws into you!"
His response was to pull down her panties while saying calmly but firmly. "I've told you before - being an Anarch means nobody owns anybody. I'll do whatever and whoever I like, and so can you."
"Henna-haired harridan hassled me hatefully" complained Roberta. "I'd barely begun beholding bar."
"It takes two to make a catfight" said Nines unsympathetically. "You two need a sharp lesson. I won't have anarchy among the Anarchs. Umm.. Well, you know what I mean!"
Standing nearby was Jack, who had taught Roberta useful lessons when she was first Embraced into vampirehood. An idea struck him. When this bar had been run by humans, it had baked pizza on the premises, and many cooking implements were still stored in the kitchen. Jack got hold of a large and thick wooden spatula once used to feed the pizzas into the oven. "Try this" he said to Nines, and handed it to him.
"Aw, come on!" exclaimed Damsel, "You're not gonna paddle me like some stuck-up sorority skank, are you?"
For once, Roberta agreed with her. "Paddle promises prodigious pain. Belay batting bare behind." She reached for her panties and tried to pull them up, and Damsel tried to do the same. Nines tucked the paddle under his arm, grabbed a set of underwear in each hand and pulled both right down to ankle level. The vampiresses continued yelling in protest.
"Hold their hands, Jack" said Nines, and the piratical senior vampire stood between the tables and gathered up their wrists in his strong fingers. Both girls struggled ineffectually. Then Damsel screamed.
Nines had swung the paddle and whacked the redhead's bare rump, hard. A deep red suffused her skin right away. A step forward, and another smack landed, right across Roberta's naked bottom. She screeched. "Please! Put off painfully paddling posterior. Leave lambasting and liberate last-night's lover."
Hearing this admission, Damsel struggled more violently and yelled "You bitch!". Nines reacted by giving her four whacks with the paddle in a row, two on each bare cheek. "Aaaaagh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she shouted, to make him stop.
Roberta thought Nines was taking her side, and taunted Damsel. "Nurturing Nines' nudity near naked nipples was naughtily nice. Bonking bitchy Brujah's boyriend became beautiful." Damsel ground her sharp teeth.
"Sexy surrender secured simultaneous... Owwwww! Yeow! Ow!" - Roberta didn't get to finish her sentence as Nines paddled her butt several times in rapid succession to shut her up. Then he returned to giving the two vampire girls single smacks alternately. Their protests and shouts gradually morphed into sobs and pitiful mewing.
"Now. Tell me, ladies! Which of you do you think I belong to?"
"Neither, Nines. Nobody" sniffed Roberta. "Anarchs abrogate any authority, object to ostensible ownership."
Damsel had gotten the message too. "You belong to yourself alone" she said grudgingly. "A free vampire can do whatever he wants."
The two chastened vampiresses shook their heads and rubbed their rears.
