DEN OF THE VAMPIRESS

Why am I here? Simple. Terry Harks, jackass supreme and somebody whose ass I’ve kicked a lot of times, finally got enough dirty tricks under his belt to drop me. Thing is, for how bad he is at fighting, he is as ruthless as the best of them. He actually considered gouging out my goddamn eyes. The only reason he didn’t is because this Iwayama woman apparently asked Smirk, the boss of dockside, to get her a “strong female”. Yeah, something tells me this is a out of the frying pan and into the fire situation.

“How did you capture her?” Asks the Madam with the sharp, no nonsense, yet beautiful voice you’d expect from this kind of dominatrix.

“Stun gun. Even me and six of my boys wouldn’t have beaten her without that. She’s well known around town.”

“Is she now?”

“Yeah, she’s basically a wild child. She’s an orphan, but survived in the streets since her childhood.” Hey, fuck you, maybe I didn’t go to school but it’s not like I’m a street urchin with a terrible accent. Pretty sure I read more books than you. “She goes by the name Staz. I don’t know if you can use her given how ugly she is, but…”

“That will not be an issue.”

She grabs my chin and turns my head around. She really is big on the whole cattle angle, hey? Anyway, do I try to bash into her? Not to brag, but if she only wants strong, then she’s going to pick me. The issue is, do I want that? I’d like to say I’d take anything over losing my eyesight, but there is something very wrong with being sold to an oriental whorehouse as a white “female” who’s like maybe a 3 if you squint. Especially considering her girls have a reputation of being freaks in bed. Easy to imagine that bitch has one crazy whore training regimen. Still…I think I’ll take my chances.

“I will take her. Nine thousand dollars to you. I’ll pay Smirk at a later date.”

“Nine grand? Not bad for a nuisance like you, hey Staz?”

Go fuck yourself.

“Ask my assistant for your reward. Now, leave us alone.”

“Y-yes, Madam Iwayama!”

The chucklefuck gang departs and closes the door. Well, fuck. I’ve been sold into prostitution. What an interesting fucking year this is.

The brothel madame tears away the blindfold, pulling out some hairs and chafing my temples a bit. But, the sudden influx of light is more painful than this weak abuse. I blink, then look at the Asian woman defiantly. She is a beautiful, very Japanese 40-ish woman dressed in what I guess is traditional clothing. I wouldn’t say she’s one of those white-faced dolls, but she has heavy black eyeliner and deep crimson lips. Her shiny black hair flows down her shoulders. And, yes, she does have a rather intimidating air to her. She’s definitely looking at me as if I was a piece of meat.

“You are now a slave.” She declares with a cold, condescending voice. “I know you do not believe I can tame you. In fact, I hope so. But you have to understand everything you were is gone. Your memories, your body, your name…Everything stopped mattering when you became a slave.”

Hmpf. I want to tell her to fucking shove it and skip to trying to break me, but even if I was not gagged, that train of thought grinds to an abrupt halt.

“AAAAAARGH!”

Screams of terror behind me, setting off then dying down in a second and in quick succession. The floor shakes. There are no gunshots. My bravado gone, I gaze at the closed doors like a deer in headlights. What. The fuck. Is going on?!

The last scream is silenced. The restraints dig into my flesh as I instinctively try to break free. The door opens. My heart skips a bit. It’s Terry. He has a look of pure terror on his face. His fists are bloodied and broken. What’s left of his fingers is either shaking or dangling off strips of flesh.

“Wha…What’s happening…” He whimpers. He would scream instead, if the pain hadn’t knocked the wind out of him.

“I could only wipe your memories so you won’t go bragging about this little transaction,” Answers the Madam drably, “But my slave here needs some facts pounded into her head. Die.”

She extends her hand and clenches it around air. Ten feet away, the gangster’s skull starts contorting. He dies with a gurgle and a wet crunch.

I am paralyzed. The monster grabs my chin again and forces me to look at her. I can’t return a determined glare this time. She grins. four long fangs show up when her canines should be.

“Welcome to your new life, slave.”

And then, in an instant, she sinks her fangs into my neck.

Something exploded within me, and I lost myself in a completely alien sensation. It wasn’t pain, nor was it really pleasure. I guess…A falling sensation, except it made me calm instead of afraid. I went completely limp. The ceiling became distorted. And then she started drinking. That, on the other hand, was definitely pleasure. My whole body tensed up, and my vagina exploded in pleasure, as if tightening around a lover’s shaft. I moaned helplessly through the ballgag. And then she took another gulp. I came again, helplessly, as I gave her my lifeforce. And again. And again. I was nothing but a strawdoll that orgasmed each time she pulled my string. She let go, and my consciousness immediately slipped away.

“Yes, do turn your attention to this slave.”

My heart skips a beat. “Madam Iwayama” comes into the room, accompanied with another girl. I’d say Japanese woman, but though she certainly has the exotic body type, she is wearing a very American cheerleader outfit over her hourglass curves and her hair is dyed blonde and tied in pigtails. But who cares about that bimbo. The full extent of my predicament comes crashing down on me. I haven’t just been sold to an oriental whorehouse. I’ve been sold to a fucking vampire.

“Some distasteful man hates her husband, and implored me to turn her into a mindless whore. A month of drugs, porn and white noise ensured the only things that spark in her brain are visions of sex and perceiving how good her pussy feels. She can vaguely understand commands in Japanese but that’s it. She’ll cry and struggle if you try to get her to close her legs, too. She’ll be shipped back to her husband shortly. The only reason she won’t kill both him and the man who paid me is because that would dry up my supply of lambs to toy with.”

It’s obvious she wants to further establish how fucked I am, like I’d even need that. She’s a fucking vampire who can crush heads from a distance. I was already shaking just seeing her.

“But you already know you aren’t here because some ram wanted you gone. You are my slave. You are not named just yet, but you do understand that fact, yes?”

“Quit posturing, you undead abomination!” I lash out, trying to block the memories. “What do you fucking want from me?!”

“Look at the rebellious little lamb trying to beat her fear with anger…But, pointless as your questions are, I have time for them. I did not request a strong-minded human female for any sort of lofty goal. I shall break you into a sweet, eager little whore like the rest of my girls. I could seize your mind right now, mold it to my will and you would be powerless to resist it, but it is so much more exciting to break you the hard way.”

Hearing her talk with an expression of absolute confidence makes my mind flash with images of me, broken, meekly mewling while flashing fake boobs on the street, begging the vampire to suck my blood again, and all my training wasting away as I just giggle idly, waiting for the next cock to fill my slut hole.

“Fuck you, I won’t be a whore, I’ll never surrender.” I vow, to make myself believe.

“Ha ha ha…The confidence of clueless mortals. You will surrender. See my little Kotone here?”

She strokes the hair of the smiling Japanese girl disguised as a blonde cheerleader. Kotone immediately goes into a giggling fit, jams her hand into a hidden hole in her frilly dress, and starts masturbating furiously.

“She was you humans’ definition of important. A genius in the fields of robotics. She worked nights and days, driving her whole division by her sheer will and intellect. I saw her in Ikebukuro four years ago. She was noisy, arguing something over the phone and apparently getting away with her attitude problems. She resisted bravely at first, but her intellect dropped like a stone thanks to my lovely brew. When she became unable to understand even the abstract of her magnum opus paper, she crumbled and accepted her brain was now in her pussy. She was a very good girl accepting her new personality after that…Now she’s got 65 IQ and jumps on our customers, begging her to fuck her silly. Aren’t you happy, Kotone?”

“Yes! Yes! Can I like have my dildo back now?” She says in a surprisingly American accent. The like totally girly one.

“Of course you can…After you come up with a name for this new slave.”

The former genius and now bona fide bimbo looks at me, and her face contorts into utter desdain.

“Eeew, she’s like soooo ugly, Mistress.”

“If she survives, she’s going to be your very cute girlfriend, Kotone. I’ll make her very Japanese so you’ll have to teach her this country’s ways all over again. Do you like the idea, my little Japanese-American bimbo?”

“Oooh, like yeah totally! I can be like the best teach for getting all the boys!”

“Very good. She’ll be very shy and polite but such a little pervert. She’ll look up to you.”

Wh-what?! Fucking what?! She’s going to make me subservient to that bimbo whore?! The monstrosity sees my reaction and grins victoriously.

“She’s going to taste the brain-calming juices you love so much, too. So, any name comes to mind? It will feel like she’s really yours if you name her, you know?”

“Oooh yeah totally! Hmm…Kimiko! She’s Kimiko-chan now!”

“Fuck you, you brain dead bitch! I’m…”

Before I can yell my name, the vampire extends her hand, and an invisible force strangles me, turning my identity into a pitiful gargle.

“You’re Kimiko.”

She struts over to me, smirking, as Kotone bounces excitedly in the background and I gasp for air.

“Your sole existence is now that of Kimiko, timid, stupid, but incredibly horny little whore who relies on her beloved Kotone-senpai to get her all the sex she needs. You just need Mistress to treat your sickness so you match the truth.”

“Ghhuuh…To…Heaaarrh…”

“As for why you needed to be strong for a human, it’s not only because it’s very satisfying to turn you into the complete opposite of strong. As you might have gathered, you’re not Asian. And though my brews can turn your brain into a happy mush, they cannot change your ethnicity.

I don’t care about her bullshit. I want to breathe. No, wait, I want to die. Anything but becoming that faux valley girl whore’s coy little pet.

“But my blood can.”

Hurry. Kill me by accident while you’re distracted. Please.

“A mortal consuming our blood binds you to our will and turns you into one of our kin after a week of feeding…At first. When you get as old as I, however, it becomes too much for your fragile existence to bear. I am nearing the six centuries, and I would no doubt kill any of my darlings. But legend has it, any human able to bear blood able to kill can be fully bent, in body and mind.”

She sweeps her fingernails along her right arm, and a bloody gash appears. Her blood is of an unnaturally deep crimson. Almost shining. She pries my mouth open with her fingers alone. I instinctively try to bite them off, but all the strength of my jaw cannot budge them.

“Do try to survive, Kimiko. Survive and become my very special girl.”

She pours her blood into my throat. Before I even ingest it, it makes my tongue tingle like crazy. Oh God please let this fucking kill me please please ppplll-

It was like my veins set on fire. I melted. The vampire’s blood consumed my very form. I ceased to exist as I was but…I didn’t die. I was conscious enough to remember, but it was more like a dream. The vampire’s iron grip turned into a soft kneading. She gave me a shape. My senses and thoughts returned to me as she molded me…And just now, I woke up. She’s here.

“Ohayô, Kimiko-chan.”

Her voice sounds so powerful it sends shiver down my spine. Her eyes are a bit softer now, but they’re still those of a tyrannical Mistress. I check if I can escape, but once more, I’m firmly restrained. Though…hold up, we’re in a different place now. There are TV screens all over the wall behind her. I’m restrained more firmly, too. I can’t turn or lower my head.

“You survived. I’m so proud of you. You’re now bound to me, and my blood will no longer harm you. This of course means you don’t need strength anymore. Kotone!”

The Japanese valley girl struts into sight, holding a fairly large mirror. I let out a muffled shriek of terror through the gag. In the mirror, a tiny, frail asian girl with adorable features and nice, perky B-cup breasts is looking at me in utter disbelief. She is, without a doubt, Kimiko. I know she’s me of course, but there is no way I’m going to accept it.

“Kimiko is sooo totally cute! Like, I so totally want her to be the shy little girl who trusts everything I say like RIGHT now, Mistress.”

“Don’t worry, Kotone. We’re going to create her personality now. She’ll be in love with you soon. But first, we need Kimiko to discover the first and most important trait of her true self…

The monster and her brain dead groupie step aside, leaving the TV screens into view. They turn on; and I realize how completely fucked I am. They all show intense sex sessions starring a collection of the brothel’s asian whores. They’re sucking. They’re fucking. They’re getting fisted. By men, women, machines, even dogs. And their cries of delight invade my ears.

“…She’s a naughty little pervert.”

“Ohmigawd this is like SO a blast from the past.”

“Yes…You know what to do, Shizuki-sensei.”

“Aaaaw Mistress, how mean, I’m Kotone now…”

After pouting, she comes closer to me. She kneels…Oh, no, no, fuck n…

Shlick

She’s licking me. Fuck. My body’s getting hot. Fuuck! I can’t get turned on! I close my eyes. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let this get to me. I mean, I became a frail Japanese cutie but it’s still just porn, riIIIght?! Oh fuck. The bimbo just sucked hard on my clit and I think I came a little.

“You can try to resist, Kimiko.” Purrs the vampire into my ears. “But all my cute little whores will take good care of your body and make you orgasm all the time. Your body will not resist. You’ll become addicted. As for your mind…”

The whore puts her fingers in and slides them in and out of my dewey vagina, left and right. I try to suppress the spark of pleasure, try to ignore how much the moans of well-fucked sluts are making me blush.

“You’ll get your first injection tomorrow. It will make your brain much more relaxed, and it will be the first of many more to come. How will you look up to Kotone otherwise?”

She makes a soft, arrogant laugh, then makes her exit. Kotone giggles, then resumes licking me eagerly. I feel the spasms of a budding orgasm. Even just hearing the whores make me soft and receptive, and this tiny body can’t muster up resistance for shit. I can’t let it get to me. They can make me cum but they can’t make me a slut…

“Like ohmigod ! Tae is going in with four fingers and you’re still not cumming ? You are like such a slut, Kimiko ! I bet you’ll want the fattest dick when you start working ! You’ll have your own room to get fucked in all night long, isn’t it like the BEST ? Huh ? Ohmigodohmigodohmigod I totally forgot ! It’s almost time for you to become dumber ! We’re so gonna get along when you stop being like some kinda brainy bitch !”

Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I will never love you, you brain dead fuck doll.

Alas, she is right. Just a few minutes and a reluctant orgasm later, Madam Iwayama walks in. I can’t close my eyes anymore and look at her. She carries a food tray. Oh my fuck, I don’t want to accept her charity, but I am starving. She dismisses Tae—who turns out is a dolled-up Gothic Lolita despite sucking clits like a vacuum—and brings a helping of roasted beef to my mouth after removing the gag. It looks fucking delicious. I’m too starved to do anything over that take it.

“BLEARGH ?!”

The taste is so nasty it makes me gag and spew it. What the fuck ?! I recognize the taste of meat, but it’s as bad as ground pill medicine now. It’s so disgusting I spit and moan in pain. Then I smell something nothing short of divine. It’s right in front of my mouth. I drink it. The sublime, extremely powerful yet wonderfully sweet taste washes away the bad taste. I gulp enthusiastically. This is so good. But when the source goes away and I snap out of it, I realize I’ve been drinking off the bloody gash in Mistress’ wrist. I recoil in horror. Did I just think of her as Mistress ?!

“Ha ha ha…That’s right, my sweet little Kimiko. You can no longer eat human food. My blood has transformed your whole body and is the only thing that can sustain you now. There can be no freedom for you. Think hard about it…”

She produces a small syringe containing a fluorescent pink, bubbly liquid.

“But not too hard. You’re going to be a very simple girl, after all…”

No. No no no no no. Don’t make me stupid, please don’t m…

“Kyaaah !”

I squeal as the pink liquid flows inside me. Other than the prick, it doesn’t hurt. In fact, I feel pleasantly light-headed. I know there is nothing good about this, but wave after wave of relaxation sweeps through my brain. My thoughts are blown away by an explosion of stars and hearts and rainbows. Pink fluff as far as my mind’s eye can see. Light, cute fluff, like balls of cotton pouring in and fusing with parts of my brain.

“Ooh…Wheeee…”

“Good girl.”

The effect recedes, and my thoughts get back in shape. Fuck. Did I really get dumber ? 7 times 6 ? 42. Okay, thank God.

“I’m still there, you monster.”

“Naturally. The restructuring of the brain doesn’t have very obvious effects at first. But as I said, you’re here for a while. You’re restrained, weak, and you can no longer live without my blood.”

She puts back the gag; I don’t resist. Frankly, there isn’t much more I can say…

“Humans are highly adaptive animals. The inevitability of your fate should only seem horrible for a week or so. After that, your personality will start to emerge. Look forward to it, Kimiko.”

And with that, she leaves. Two giggles make me look to my right. Tae is holding a box of sex toys, smiling.

“All right ! Enough kiddie gloves. Now we start having real sex.”

She wasn’t kidding. The orgasms are getting fiercer and more frequent. Resisting was exhausting when the whores were just licking and touching me. Now they’re pounding my pussy with huge dildos and teasing my nipples with rotating brushes. I can’t even make a constant effort of resistance. I can’t even think straight when I’m nearing an orgasm. Kotone teases my tits just when a big wave of pleasure hits and then the other one goes to town, plugging both my holes and forcing me along before I can focus. It feels like I’m going insane. My body feels so insanely good I look at the wall of porn in earnest. The faces and cries of pleasure, the swinging breasts, the dicks, they push me over the edge and then I cum hard.

“Hnnngh…Hnnnnfh…”

“What’s that, Kimiko ? Want to speak ?” Tae removes the gag. “Here you go !”

“Fffuuck…Cough N…No more. Please, no more. I’ll submit to Mistress, I’ll be Kimiko. Please, just…I don’t want to cum anymore.“

“Aaaw, do you think this is about submitting, honey ?” Giggles Kotone. “Like, as if ! This is about making you like the biggest slut. Mistress totally wants you to be the horny one with the hardest orgasms ! So, like, if you hate cumming, we clearly need to keep going !”

“You’re insane ! I can’t take it, I’ll die !”

Tae giggles in turn, brushing her cheek against the big vibrator -like as big as the twigs I have to call my arms- against her cheek. Ew, there’s still my cum on it…

“You’re right ! Normal women can’t, but Mistress’ brain melter remakes useless thinky parts of your brain for sex. Everyone gets a bit of it ! But you airheads get a looot of it. Kotone can cum three times a minute for hours !”

“Yeah ! It’s sooo totally awesome. You’ll LOVE it.”

“Aren’t you lucky, kimiko-chan ? Your training is going to be real intense !”

“No ! No, pleaaase !”

The gothic lolita puts the gag back in. I keep screaming through it. Someone, anyone, make it stop before I go insane !

The buzz from the pink juice goes away. More of my brain is like cotton balls now. The spiny dildo reaming my pussy has stopped hurting last time I got dumber and now it feels good. Do I love pain now ? It’s scary, but I can’t help it…

“And that was the eighth dose. How do you feel, honey ?”

Mistress is looking at me. My heart is pounding. I don’t want to call her Mistress but that’s just like the truth of the situation, right ? Kotone removed my gag for good some days ago ’cos I sounded more like my true self now. My true self scares me.

“Mistress, please stop, I’m a good girl now, please don’t make me a dumb slut…Stop making pain feel good.”

“So cute, Kimiko-chan…” Purrs Mistress while stroking my cheek. “You’re broken now, yet still harbor the illusion you have any power, however tiny. After a week of conditioning and constant brain softener injection, you still are bargaining, not accepting. You truly are strong.”

She’s mocking me, yet her words feel like a great compliment. Is it something like that syndrome stuff ? Like the one that was in that James Bond movie ? My head hurts trying to remember. I’m so afraid of what I’ve become and what I’m becoming. Mistress is kind now, maybe I’ll convince her after all…

“I’m not strong, Mistress. I want to obey and lick your pussy and asshole like in the videos. But I don’t want any more. I’m scared of what you want to do to me…”

“I see…Haruka, you can stop now.”

The really tall whore stops pounding my dewey snatch. Mistress kisses me and starts gently stroking my clitty. Waah…Huuh ? It…It feels so good. I tingle all over. I’ve been fiercely fucked for like a week but…Her caress is like so soft, yet it’s like she hits all the spots perfectly, unlocking pleasures my body didn’t know about. I look at her, confused. My cheeks are burning up just seeing her sharp slanted eyes, her crimson lips, her smooth shining black hair. My teeth clench. Drool comes out. Every part of my brain that isn’t cotton balls drown me in love for Mistress.

“Aaauh ! GhaAaaAAAh…!”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Kimiko-chan. You are my beloved little whore. I’m freeing you of all concerns and transforming you to withstand the deepest reaches of pleasure. You’ll be able to cum harder than any girl has ever had. Your fluffy, simple mind won’t understand anything about what is wrong or not so your body can enjoy all of it. You won’t be a girl anymore, you’ll be sex. And best of all…You’ll please your Mistress so much I’ll want to touch you aaalll the time.”

I was already cumming, but then Mistress pinches my clitty and everything goes while. I howl. If cumming is dying a little, this is falling down burning into the depths of hell and landing so hard it digs a new circle. The only thing my brain manages to understand is that this is Mistress’ reward.

“GUAAAAAAAAHHMmmmMISTRESSMISTRESSMISTREEAAAAAH!”

She releases my love button, but I’m still wracked with intense aftershocks. My thoughts slowly getting back together and I scramble to build some resistance back. I don’t want to let this ungodly pleasure mold me.

“So, study hard, Kimiko. Wish to become your true self and make it a sweet reality.”

But then she kisses me, and I know the word Mistress has gotten so much more real.

“Haaah…Aaahuuh…Yess…Mistress…”

“So, how was your study today, Kimiko ?”

“Well, I, huh, like, resisted a bit but I really wanted the training to work. The porn is fun and I cum hard, but like I don’t think it’s making me the super slut you told me about, Mistress.”

“Is that right ?” Purrs my wonderful Japanese Mistress, caressing my small breasts. “Have you accepted you were my slave ?”

“Y-yes, I did, Mistress !” I blush. “I, I, huh…I know I can’t live without you, and last time you showed me how much you loved good slaves, so I like kinda gave up. Being disobedient would be so stupid…

She gives both my nipples a pinch. I cum on the spot. Yes, yeess…Submitting to my Mistress is the best…

“And what do you think being a slave means, Kimiko-chan ?”

“Aaah…hyaah…I…Exist only for you and you decide everything. You make me sexy and happy and I do everything you say. Nothing matters but whether I’m a good girl so Mistress loves me.”

“Hmmm…That’s a very good girl. Your resistance was strong, but so is now your acceptance…”

“I-I-I’m not strong enough, Mistress. I want the training to change me but like I’m still thinking that I want it to work, I can’t get into it…”

Deeply ashamed of how bad I am being, I close my eyes. But my kind and understanding Mistress wipes the tear rolling down my cheek and smiles.

“Not at all, Kimiko-chan. You are making good progress. Look how shy you’re being…But you’re right, you need good, efficient training so you don’t suffer being a bad girl for long. You leave everything to Mistress.”

“Aaaah…Huaaah…” I moan, deeply touched.

“You don’t need those restraints anymore…”

She freeds my head and undoes my bindings. I’m free ! Finally ! My body wriggles, numb yet delighted it can move again. I have a brief thought of escaping, but it’s just, like, a reflex. I don’t want to be separated from Mistress. I lay back into the chair and wait for her orders.

“Yes, you are ready. Tonight you will have your final training. But first…”

She reaches for her kimono’s satch, and in an instant, the entire dress is unraveled. I gasp. Her body is as youthful and perfectly shaped as a woman can be. That is my Mistress for sure…

“Lick my vagina, slave. Look how wet you made me.”

Overjoyed, I get off the chair, crawl to her and start servicing her. Hmm…Her juices taste almost as good as her blood…This is the best. As I lick her, I realize my tongue moves almost by itself within her. I know where all the sensitive spots are. Oh…The lessons ! The lessons worked after all ! I’m good at sex now, I can start being a whore for Mistress all the time ! I’m so happy !

Over by the room’s entrance, Kotone-chan is pleading with Mistress. She trembles like a leaf as our Goddess walks to her.

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head now.” Smiles the elder Vampiress. “Kimiko is still going to be the most like you and a sister to you. But, she is so brave, so eager to become. You wouldn’t want to keep her waiting by taking charge of her education, would you ?”

“B-b-but…”

“Besides, you would have been effective had she pride remaining. She has not. Look how restless she is…”

Mistress turns the bimbo to face me, then teases Kotone’s nipples through her cheerleader jersey, making her shiver hard and look at me with lewd eyes.

“Oh ! Yes ! Hi Kimiko ! God you’re sooo totally hot on the Sensei !”

Huh ? Oh yeah, I’m lying on a weird bed with a robot guy on it. Can he help me become a good girl ?

“Now, be a good girl and run along to your room now, Kotone.” Purrs Mistress in the blonde’s ear. “After she is reborn, you’ll be with Kimiko for her first night of work, okay ?”

“Hee-hee ! Okay !”

Mistress then turns and walks to me and caresses my tiny tummy. Kotone is making herself feel good with her hands.

“This instrument is what I use when I am not in the least entertained by a female human and want to put her to use quickly. It is mystical, powerful, and drearily too easy. But, if it is good enough to quickly enslave an investigator to my will, it is good enough to quickly grant your wish.”

A hole in the statue opens above me. Woaaah…It’s so shiny…Can’t look away.

“You won’t understand much of it and it might be a little scary, even after the intensive training you so bravely came to accept. But I guarantee you, my slave, this will make you exactly what I want you to be.”

Exactly like Mistress wants…Yes…Yes ! I don’t want to regret anything. I just want to love and have orgasms all the time…

“Here we go. Be brave, my little Kimiko.”

The pretty light shines. It enters my mind. Fills my mind. Sex. Cottons balls. Ponies and giant cocks all together. Words I don’t understand push words I know away. Ha…Haiii…Goshujin-sama, okashii…Iku…Iku…!

“Haaah…Haaai…Ureshii…Goood…”

Her love juices stain the pretty dress, but to her surprise, it makes it even prettier. Her cum is pure, shining silver. There is no place in her ravaged mind for realizing how unnatural this is. She just loves how pretty her pussy looks when its writhing in ecstasy. But moments later, she hears a song, and stops masturbating. As good as this feels, just hearing the melodious voice is a hundred times more intense. It’s her mistress. Smiling wide, she throws herself, overexcited, into the hallways.

The doors open. The small figure of her newest creation stands between them. Kimiko shivers. She obviously came just laying her eyes on her Mistress. Although…With an amused eye, Madam Iwayama sees a trail of mercurial liquid behind the slave. She smiles, and asks in her native tongue…

[“You couldn’t contain yourself, could you Kimiko-chan ?”

“No Mistress. Forgive me…”

“What have you shoved in that slutty snatch of yours ?”

“A big cock in the training room…”

“How big ?”

“T-the biggest…”

“That’s my ravenous little slut. Come here and show Mistress.”]

Kimiko runs to the bed, then lies in it, presenting her ass to her owner. The thing lodged in her pussy, dripping with sweet-smelling silver cum, is huge, wider than a man’s arm. Yet, Kimiko’s pussy squeezes on it, as if it wasn’t enough. With an expert hand, Iwayama-sama removes the humongous sex toy, and in seconds, her creature’s slut box looks as fresh and tight as an inexperienced debutante’s.

[“Don’t worry, my sweet, every client’s cock will make you orgasm to your heart’s content. But your body can plunge into the depths of depravity, and I am so happy your mind is so inclined to lose itself in them.”

“Mistress…Mistress ! I’m so happy I’m slutty enough for you…”

“Yes. The light perfected you. You should be happy as you are. Growing from such a disgusting mortal to my precious, slutty, loving, stupid doll…”]

Her Mistress’ words awakened some memories of her former life, but they didn’t dampen the doll’s mood in the least. On the contrary, she was delighted to see herself so indifferent, so utterly disconnected to that which Mistress called disgusting. Only the present mattered to her. She belonged to the vampire now, and she had all the faith that her new life would be a ravishing one. As if to repay her devotion, Madam Iwayama kissed Kimiko, and slid her fingers inside her glittery silver snatch.

The impossibly intense pleasure that had single-handedly broken her former self’s resolve returned. No…That was from Mistress touching her clit. Now, she was inside. It was much, much stronger.

“HyaaAAHAAAH ?!!”

Ecstasy came crashing down like a torrent. Kimiko reeled and arched her back; her scarce thoughts yielded completely. Beastly lust took over, and her hips ground against Mistress’ fingers by themselves. It was simply too intense for any human female to withstand, yet Kimiko not only could, but enjoyed every drop of it. She didn’t care if it was scary in its scale or otherworldly. Mistress’ touch meant orgasms. In other words, everything that mattered.

[“You will become my child, Kimiko. I will make you a vampiress, and, in time, blood will strengthen your mind. You will eventually grow into a queen of wretched pleasures, like me. But for now…Enjoy your infancy as a pure creature of delight.”]

THE END