THE VAMPIRES TALE

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Feature Title: The Vampires Tale
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Story Codes: Vampirism, Blood Letting, Sexual Torture
Synopsis: Born a vampire, Piotor subjects his victims to blood letting and sexual torture

The Vampires Tale

 

PROLOGUE

My name is Piotor Vlekensky.

I was born in Svedenska, Romania in 1743 on a farm near the Yvteno Mountains. My parents were both vampires which mean I also am a vampire.  My parents taught me how to survive and nourish the hunger for blood which dominated my waking moments.  Our family is of vampire blood for as long ago as anyone can remember.  We have developed a way of life that keeps us alive for long periods of time.  We are susceptible to a disease in our blood which causes a fatal deficiency if we do not replace our ill blood with fresh healthy blood.

Even that healthy blood deteriorates after about a month and makes us weak and will end in our death after a prolonged and painful illness. So we need to drink about a pint of fresh blood once a month. In ancient times a vampire would search for a victim that wouldn’t be missed. When he was certain of success he would extend long canine fangs from a cavity in the roof of his mouth but behind his regular teeth. Pouncing on his victim he would sink these fangs into a vein in the neck or inner thigh of the one he had chosen. A substance in his saliva prevented their blood from coagulating and he would suck and swallow it.

These early ancestors found it best to kill their victim afterwards so they couldn’t accuse him.  Some vampires mutilated the body to conceal the fang marks. After drinking their fill for several hours or even

days these victims died from blood loss or horrendous wounds. The members of our family lived far apart, only visiting on rare occasions such as the birth of a child or a death.  It is a long wagon ride or sleigh ride to reach others of our kind. The reason we live far apart is to

evade suspicion when local people go missing or succumb to an alleged animal attack or a violent bloody accident. This way we protect our supply of fresh nourishment. Thus these ancient ones had to travel long distances to find fresh victims.  This began the legend that we could fly or turn into bats and fly.

A live human can replenish my weak blood by giving up about a pint each month.  This doesn’t harm them but as you can imagine they do not do so willingly.  Thus I have to detain a living donor and keep them hidden from the view of others in order to avoid awkward questions. When I was a boy it wasn’t uncommon to have indentured servants or even owned slaves to supply my needs. Later they do not willingly consent to abduction or restraint so I had to adjust my habits to avoid imprisonment which, of course would mean a slow death in a cell.

On my parents farm we kept several slaves to work in the fields and serve us in our home.  Some of these boys and girls were accustomed to giving up a jar of blood every so often.  As I became a teen I found the girls more and more attractive, particularly when they were lying face down in restraints donating blood.  My parents ruled that I could not have sex with them for a full day even though they were naked and tied down, but

conveniently my parents left them tied to the table even after a day had passed and I quickly learned how to take advantage of their young supple bodies.  For milking their blood they were tied to a low table face down and wearing a blindfold.  Each of their limbs was tied to the legs of a table.  It didn’t take much imagination for me to push up their dress and pull their pantaloons down to their ankles, leaving their plump pink ass bare.  I removed my jodhpurs and hoisted myself onto the table straddling their legs.  By that time I had a roaring hard on and it didn’t take much effort to slip it between her pussy lips.

She might cry and ask, “Why are you doing this?  I’ll tell your parents!”

To which I replied, “If you do they might find a new job for you, like shoveling out the stables.”

This usually shut up their complaints and let me do whatever I wanted with their helpless bodies.  It wasn’t a bad time in my life. When I became twenty my needs and my parent’s needs were more than the servants on our small farm could supply. So my parents bade me a tearful farewell and sent me on my way with a horse and a handsome bag of silver to sustain me.

I rode to a distant city with a large population thinking that in such an environment I could find enough sustenance but not create a stir. This worked well for many decades.  Living there I was able to abduct and detain healthy adults and milk them once a month.   I began concentrating on obtaining youthful women of an attractive countenance who could supply me with female companionship between milkings.  I had hoped to find a

girl who was also vampire who could start a vampire family.  Although I traveled extensively by horse and carriage I did not find a woman vampire. Although this condemned me to a life of solitude, eventually I became content with my lifestyle.

 

CHAPTER ONE – 1773

Over time I had amassed some holdings that permitted me a leisurely lifestyle to read and study books and manuscripts of others who had led similar lifestyles. As time went on I perfected my skills at choosing and holding young women in my house. I found that much like farm animals these slaves would wander off or slip away if given the opportunity.

It was simpler to keep them restrained at all times so I could leave my domicile to buy food or invest my growing fortune in grain, land and more speculative ventures. To the end of retaining my blood supply I kept them tied hand and foot and gagged for most of my sleeping times. I allowed them small freedoms around the house to clean themselves and perform some household chores.

I found that I liked making love to a female who was tied securely to a table or a bed.  Their helplessness and vulnerability was very arousing.  My nature is to act rather roughly during sex so it makes sense to keep them gagged so their pitiful cries and moaning cannot alert neighbors or passersby.

When I was a young man most of the women in my village had long hair and I found this particularly enchanting.  I therefore sought out a blood donor with long hair, the longer the better. Long thick hair has a beauty and a feel that is wonderful when I run my fingers through it.  I enjoyed braiding their hair and it gave me an erection just being in control of their hair.

I would wash their hair two or three times a week and always ended the hair management with long satisfying sex, sometimes with their hands tied behind their backs or many times simply controlling them with their hair

held in my hand like a rope. If they did not obey my every demand I would give their hair a jerk which brought a moan or a yelp and immediate agreement with whatever I wanted to do with them.

Over the years I found some women who just would not yield their will to mine so I devised various means of torturing them so that complying became more agreeable to them. Early in the 19th century I had made a piece of furniture to assist me in this endeavor.  I engaged a furniture maker to build me a table that was built very sturdily and had a thick pad and a leather top.

It was quite easy to force a girl to lie on the pad face down while I tied her hands and ankles to each of the four table legs.  A whipping or caning their bottom would have them begging for me to cease so they could please me with their bodies. I varied the torture by using their hair to torment them into submission. I pulled their long hair into a silky mane and wound a rope around it near the end so I could stretch it back its entire length. I then pulled this rope toward their feet and put tension on their mane. Hauling back on this I would secure it to their legs so their face was gazing up at the ceiling. After ten to fifteen minutes the tears would come and bargaining would start which pleased me very much.

“Please Sir, won’t you untie my hair.  It hurts awfully!”

I replied “You were very willful and disobedient to my demands so I will punish you and correct your ways.”

“I will do anything you ask Sir!  Just untie my hair and I will obey you no matter what you ask.”

To which I replied “I do not ask you anything.  I tell you what to do and you will perform it immediately.”

“Yes, Yes, I promise.  I will do anything.  Just don’t stretch my hair anymore.”

I found her begging and pleading was very arousing so I made love to her before I released her from her bonds and untied her hair.

 

CHAPTER ONE – 1810

Occasionally I would find a girl who did not resist me very much.  It seems that peasant girls are used to enduring a hard physical life so the demands I put on them did not seem so bizarre.  When a girl became compliant and spent most of her time pleasing me it was inevitable that I became affectionate toward her.  At first this led to my falling in love with them.  But as time went by I remained the same but they became older

and more wrinkled.  Their limbs did not bend as easily and they became fat and featureless. I could not pretend to find them sexually attractive anymore and I certainly could not send them on their merry way after years of draining their blood and using them for my sexual pleasure.

There was a solution which I was reluctant to use.  If my weak blood was introduced to their bloodstream it would change their blood into my kind of blood which deteriorated.  They would become a vampire like me but without the skill to acquire more fresh blood for themselves.  I tried this method but after several weeks of suffering I could not bear seeing such pain in one who had pleasured me.  I assisted her to the peaceful end which I could never have.  But selfishly I would have another young, beautiful long haired girl already restrained or picked out for my use.

Inevitably I could not stay in one locale forever.  Eventually people would notice that young, beautiful girls with long hair were wont to disappear, never to be seen again.  When mutterings increased I would sell any holdings and move on to a distant place.  Over time my investment skills increased and I became quite well off so packing up was not such a trial.  I tried to pick a home which was comfortable and enjoyed a large piece of land which I could sharecrop or use to raise cattle and horses for profit.  The sharecroppers didn’t come close to my house so I enjoyed sustainable privacy.

As time passed but I did not become older my methods of seeking pleasure from my consorts became more sophisticated and complex.  I did not want to stress them and make them susceptible to illness so I throttled my enjoyment of stressing them as a means of pleasure.  I found pleasure in the smoothness of their skin and the gentle curves of their youthful bodies.  I find the body of a youthful girl lovely and avoided marking it in any way except what was absolutely necessary.   Girls in their teen years were best because they were naive and I could train them in fulfilling my desires.

Some experimenting in methods were successful, some not.  I tried several different styles of furniture and had the means to bring in craftsmen to build this furniture to my specification.  One of my most elaborate devices was a thing of beauty.  The first one needed some modifications so I destroyed it in the fireplace and built a second which worked very well indeed.

From the right end it began with a wide padded platform at waist height.  Continuing to the left was a beam half a hand width wide and set vertically.  This went to a sliding slim pad at the end.  It was supported with two pairs of legs at each end shaped like an upside down V.  The girl I had chosen would lie down on it with her hips supported by the rightmost pad.  Her breasts would hang on either side of the center beam and her shoulders or head would rest on the leftmost pad, depending on where I slid it.

Leather straps secured her arms and legs to the legs of my bench. This left her anus, pussy and mouth all reachable and open to me.

One girl was particularly resistant to my persuasions so I added some vertical posts to the extreme outer end of the shoulder supports.  I had these posts drilled with holes big enough to accommodate locks of her hair. By combing out sections of her hair and pushing them through the holes I could secure them with cords on the other side and then

pull down and secure the cords to one of the lower holes.  There were twelve holes in each of the poles and by the time I had pulled four to six locks of her hair through the holes and put tension on them she was screaming and blubbering in pain.  However, I continued to pull locks of her long blond hair through the holes and secure them tightly with cords.  She looked quite beautiful with her hair in a sunburst flowing away from her head.

By the time her entire mane of hair was threaded through the poles she was gibbering like a monkey and begging for mercy while making all sorts of extravagant promises including some I had never thought of. I sat on a chair and listened to her while my lust for her was increasing by the minute. I didn’t bother securing any agreement from her.  I knew if she didn’t strain to please me from now on just the threat of the ” hair bench” would have her staring at me with wide open eyes looking for any sign of how to please me.

This device also made milking her very easy.  Her breasts hung down on either side of the central beam.  Borrowing from a corsets design I had hooks and rings screwed into the central beam in the pattern of two rows beside each breast. By stringing a tough cord through the rings and gradually pulling them tighter and tighter I could squeeze the breasts until her cries and pleadings told me it was taut enough. Then when they began to darken I pushed a large hollow needle into a vein.

The blood would then drip out and be caught in jars or bowls placed beneath them.   This collected blood had to be ingested very quickly before it went bad so I had to milk her roughly once a month. Unfortunately draining blood made her weak and tired so I couldn’t put any additional strain on her for at least a day.  I just left her there secured to the bench until she had recuperated enough to be unstrapped.  Afterwards I fed her some bland bread and cheese and allowed her to drink as much water as she pleased from a long straw in a jar.

I found that right after drinking fresh blood I became easily aroused. While she was still strapped down and finished being milked I sometimes enjoyed having anal sex with her.  I was thoughtful and always lubricated her anus after first giving her an enema to assure a clean organ.  I lubricated my penis and found it best to simply rest my erect penis in the crack of her ass, slowly pulling her ass cheeks apart and then letting them embrace my cock.

By pressing inwards on her buttocks my cock would naturally seek out her anal opening.  Eventually it would slip in and I would hold just the head inside her until her muscles relaxed.  She was in such a perfect position I didn’t have to hurry and could spend a luxurious time very slowly pushing and pulling in and out until such a time that I found myself buried deep in her bowels. It hurt her and I found that her little whinny’s of pain and moans excited me so that my cock became even more rigid while inside her.

I was amazed to find that sometimes these girls would find pleasure and sexual arousal from the tight bondage and sometimes pain I inflicted on them. Not all of them. Some merely acquiesced to avoid the punishment and torture. But several found they looked forward to it.

I fondly remember one girl who was mine around the 1820s would stick her tongue out at me and refuse my orders with a smile on her face and a coquettish giggle.  She knew what that would bring and sought ways to bring about a painful session but not enough to anger me.  For her I thought long and hard to prepare torture that would bring her pain but leave no permanent marks, either physically or emotionally. A predictable caning or hair stretching didn’t seem appropriate for her.

To get my creative juices flowing I tied her to a chair and gagged her while I sat at my desk and studied her.  Gradually a fiendish idea began to gain form in my mind.  First I held a stiff piece of paper under her breasts and drew their outline on it.  Next I took some measurements of her chest width and breast thickness and wrote them in the appropriate places on my partial drawing.

I spent the rest of the night staring at her and elaborating on my drawing until when the cocks began crowing I was satisfied.  My excitement rose as I pictured my imaginary device used on her.  I couldn’t wait so I tied her face down on the bed after allowing her to go to the bathroom and eat a light breakfast.  Her gently curving back ending at her round buttocks was such a pretty picture I had to tear myself away and on to my task.

I drove my buggy to the best carpenter I knew and asked if he could produce the device on my drawing.  He said it would be ready in a few days.  I instructed him to round all the edges and make it from oak.  I then rode to the hardware store and bought some pieces to fabricate a cider press.  I told the clerk I needed to repair mine which was damaged.

After a few days I retrieved my device from the carpenter and paid him including a generous tip.  I wanted him to be ready and willing to produce anything else I might require of him.  Upon arriving at my home I assembled all the parts together and was quite pleased with the result.  It was now composed of two pieces wide enough to span my consort’s chest and curved to fit above and below her ample breasts.  At each end was a threaded hole with a metal screw passing through the top piece and securely attached to the bottom piece.  Finishing it was two handles threaded onto each metal screw.

Now it was time to try it out.  I brought her to my study and tied her hands above her head to a door.  I then threw the rope over the open door and tied it to the knob on the opposite side.  That made me realize I lacked a convenient was of stretching her upright.  Fitting the upper and lower bars of my new device above and below her breasts I spun the threaded handles down until they reached the top of the upper one.

I turned each handle a few turns alternately and was overjoyed to watch her breasts being slowly squeezed between them.  Thanks to the curving style her breasts were not flattened very much but were rather forced into near perfect globes.  She began whining and squirming so I learned just how tight I could force them without causing damage.

I was overjoyed at the beautiful picture she made, enhanced slightly by her squirming and the sounds she was making.  At this time I decided to have sex with her while her breasts were shaped to my liking.  I untied her wrist rope from the doorknob and bending her over double, tied the rope around her ankles so her squished breasts hung down.

This seemed to cause her more pain as the sounds of her grunts became louder.  Her long hair hung to the floor and hid her face so I gathered it into a thick handful and pulled it to the other side of her head.  Highly aroused I inserted myself into her and enjoyed pushing harder and harder until with a cry I finished.

Thoughtfully I then untied the rope from her ankles and allowed her to stand up.  She begged me to remove the breast squeezer as it was causing her much pain.  I removed it and congratulated myself on building a successful tool

Using her long hair was most effective in persuading her to perform to my satisfaction.  Toward this end I built some implements to assist me when dealing with a new girl who was very resistant.  A machine I enjoyed building in my own carpentry studio was called the “push pull wheel”.  The main mechanism was a large, heavy wheel mounted on an axle which held it at about waist level.  The girl would be tied hand and foot and secured to a low table face down.  I then took all her hair above her ears and pulled on it until I could tie a cord securely to it.

I then tied the rope to a spoke of the wagon wheel.  By turning the wheel it would pull on her hair and force her head to bob up and down.  I could vary how much her head moved by where I secured the cord to the spoke, either nearer or further from the axle.  When I had it adjusted to my liking I could sit on the floor and turn the wagon wheel by hand.  Since it was quite heavy it only required periodic pushes to maintain its spin.  Her head was now bobbing up and down at the same level as my cock which was rigid with anticipation.  I slid forward on the floor until her mouth was around me and then gave the wheel a push.  Up and down her head went which afforded me much pleasure.

If she had been disagreeable, half an hour to an hour under the control of the wagon wheel taught her that her mouth and her hair were owned by me and I could do anything I wanted with them.  After a sufficient length of time attached to the wheel I could look into her eyes and tell she had no will left.  Between her mouth being forced to slide first up and then down continually on my cock and the action on her hair of first pulling it and then relaxing it she became quite submissive.  Even after untying her from the table she would only stand there with her head down, dully awaiting any further instructions from me.  The strongest willed girl would become compliant and obedient after half a dozen sessions with the “push pull wheel.”

The wheel also had another function in its array of tricks.  The axle protruded from one side about a foot.  I wrapped this axle in parallel strips of rawhide to increase its gripping power.  I then wrapped a thin slat with glove leather.  The slat was the same length as the axle.

I would first tie the girl’s hands behind her back with additional ropes wrapping her ankles and upper legs. I laid her face down with her head directly under the wheel. I combed out her hair and draped it over the axle and laid the leather wrapped slat over it. Using a comb I made sure her hair covered the entire length of the axle.

I secured the slat tightly with short pieces of cord so her hair now rose from her head to the axle in a wide fan. By turning the wheel I could pull her hair upward until part of her body hung from it.  A rope tied from the base to a spoke held the wheel in place.

How long I left her there hanging by her hair depended on what it took to correct her attitude.  If left for a period of time I would occasionally rotate the wheel a spoke at the time thus putting more and more strain on her hair.  It was amusing to leave the room for a time and then when I came back give the wheel a small turn. When she saw me coming she knew her torment was going to increase and the blubbering and tears increased.

When I was satisfied she had learned her lesson I unwound her flowing hair from the axle and was pleased to discover it had acquired a curl at the ends. Before I released her I would listen to her begging and pleading until I was certain she meant it.  When I slowly unwrapped her hair and lowered her to the floor her gratitude knew no bounds and I could instruct her in exactly how she should suck on my cock to give me the most pleasure.

I noticed her demeanor toward me changed.  At first I thought it was fear but I noticed she was willing to do anything I told her to and smiled while doing it. It seemed that she found pleasure in bringing me pleasure. This was something new in my experience and I was curious to learn more about it.  In order to find if it was real or feigned I put her to a test.  I laid her on my bed and tied her face down and spreadeagled.

Every inch of her skin was within reach of my whip.  She wasn’t very resistant to pain because after a dozen blows with a leather quirt she was screaming most piteously and trying to escape her bindings.  With her back and ass covered with red stripes I turned her over and retied her.  I laid on the quirt to her breasts and inner thighs which brought her to a paroxysm of screaming and bucking wildly.  She normally has a beautiful body with skin that is smooth and milky but now she looked like an injured toy.

I had taken something away from her.  Her natural beauty was not there.  Now she looked damaged and no longer perfect. I listened to her babble and tears but only heard complaints about the pain she felt.  She was hurting but not trying to change her state. She seemed satisfied with being the victim of my whipping. In order to find out how she felt about me I untied her and ordered her to sit in my lap where I held her. I wrapped a quilt around her while she sat there blubbering.

She rested her head on my shoulder and I couldn’t resist stroking her long wavy hair.  Occasionally I would wrap a strand around my hand and pull back knowing it hurt her.  She didn’t waver, only waiting until I relaxed so she could put her head back on my shoulder.  I remembered that when I had whipped her in the past she caterwauled but did not attempt escape.  At that time I had put her submissiveness down to fear of my reprisal but now I realized she accepted my maltreating her as a part of her life and mine.  She knew I would not harm her more than a few days of recovery would heal.

One night I asked her, “What would you think if I didn’t whip you or pull your hair?”

She said, “It would mean you don’t want me anymore.”

I realized that my cruelty to her was a signature of our relationship.  Up till now I had pictured her as a victim, someone to be used, whipped, fucked and milked of blood.  With her now declaring that all these cemented us together I saw her in a new light.  Not as an object to use and throw away but rather as a part of my life.

We maintained this life for many years until she fell sick and after several days of sweating and coughing she moved no more.  It seemed odd that I who never got sick had lost a part of my life to sickness.  I buried her in the church’s cemetery because I think she would have liked it.

I missed her terribly and found the house lonely and empty.  I survived by draining itinerant travelers of their blood.

 

CHAPTER TWO – 1830 to 1851

Born of vampire parents Piotor required a pint of blood a month to maintain his health.  At one time he had a servant who fulfilled his needs but unlike Piotor she had grown old and died.  Now he was forced to kill and feed off people or traders passing through.  This was not to his liking as it involved traveling long distances to avoid suspicion.  This is his tale.

At about the time of Napoleon’s invasion of Russia I saw a rather unique girl in my town.  She was in her 20s with a pretty face and thick hair piled on top of her head. I waited for my chance to speak with her and finally my chance came.  I was riding my buggy through town when I saw her walking slowly away carrying a large sack.

“Would you like a lift?”  I asked.

She replied “Yes, it’s a long way home.”

I assisted her up into my buggy and let my horse amble along.

I said “My name is Piotor Vlekensky and I’ve just moved here from Rumanian.”

She told me her name was Anne Kortski and her only friend had left to find gold in America.  She had been living on her savings but that was nearly gone.

When we reached her house I helped her carry the bag in and she asked if I would like some tea.  Not believing my good fortune I accepted.  We drank tea in front of the fireplace and she told me her sad story.  Her husband had left for America to get rich mining gold.  That was two years ago and she hadn’t heard from him or received a letter from him in all that time.  I told her some tales of living in Rumanian which brought a smile to her face.  I invited her to my house for dinner next weekend and she accepted.  I think the idea of a free meal was what enticed her.  During the week I cleaned my house and concealed my torture devices in the barn.  I knew she liked me and I planned to exploit this.

Next weekend I brought her to my house for a dinner which I prepared.  Nothing too gaudy but tasty and ample. After dinner I invited her to join me in front of the fireplace for a brandy.  We talked and laughed until late at night when both of us were a little tipsy.  I stood up and walked behind her chair.

I pushed my fingers into the bun on top of her head and whispered, “I’d love to let your hair down.”

With a giggle she reached back with the intention of pulling the pins out but I grabbed her wrists and told her, “I’ll do it.”

I then pulled the pins out very slowly while laving gentle caresses to her face, neck and shoulders.  She reached back and put her hand over mine as a gesture of affection and appreciation.  Her silky, wavy brown hair spilled down her back framing her cheeks and reaching almost to the floor.  I was enthralled.  I swept her up and took her to my bedroom.  We spent most of that night making love.  Over the years I had learned how to drive a woman to distraction so I worked hard to please her.

When the sun came up I woke to find both our pillows flooded with her silky hair.  What a picture!  I had to have her!  We spent the next week or so reveling in our libidinous delight. She was grateful for my attentions to her maidenly desires.  By the end of a week or so she had come around to looking at me with worship in her eyes.  This was a good start at defining my relationship with her.  In a small town like this one her disappearance would start questions circulating.  But if both of us vanished they would assume we had run off together.  I started planning our flight.

Among my holdings was a large brick mansion some days ride from here.  It once had a renter but they left and it had been vacant ever since.  I decided in a moment to flee like an Arab folding his tent.  That night as Anne and I went to bed I waited until she was deep in sleep and reached under it for the ropes I had concealed there.  I gently tied her hands behind her back whereupon she woke up puzzled and bleary eyed.  Using another length of rope I tied her ankles together securely.  With a little fear in her voice she asked “What are you doing?

I replied that, “We are setting off for a new life”.

I gathered anything I wanted to keep including my favorite furniture and stored it in my big gypsy wagon. The wagon was given to me as payment for a loan the gypsy could not pay back. The rest I burned.  I hitched up the two horses and went back into the house one last time. My little tidbit was where I had left her, bound face up on the bed.  This would be a good time to reveal my secret.

I explained to her that I was a vampire and was in need of a reliable source of blood. She didn’t take this too well so I jammed a gag in her mouth and tied it in place with a bandana.  I picked her up in my arms and took her to the wagon.  She was soon lying on a big pile of blankets with her ankles tied to the side of the wagon.  Here she would stay until we were well away from town on our way toward the brick mansion.

After half a day of riding I took pity on her and gave her lunch and a drink of water.  I told her if she behaved I would sit her up just behind my seat.  She agreed so leaving her gag in place and her wrists and ankles tied, I arranged her just behind me and set off.  As we rode along that day I told her of my ancestors and how I was born a vampire often in need of fresh blood.

I also dispelled some legends about vampires which I knew were untrue.  Such as the one that said if we were exposed to sunlight we would burst into flames or turn into a pile of dust.  It’s just not true.  I think this one got started because in the olden days vampires did most of their hunting at night and slept during the day.

This left their skin pale and white just as mine is today.  I won’t burst into flames if exposed to sunlight but it won’t take long for me to get a very painful sunburn.  Hence I wear a wide brimmed hat and a cape that covers me from head to toe. I didn’t tell her about some other small talents.

We rode along the dirt roads and sometimes across pastures all the next day. Late the second night we reached the private driveway of the mansion.  After a long ride through trees we arrived to find it cold and dark.  The moon shining on it gave it an eerie glow.  I half expected to find a mob of villagers with torches and pitchforks.  I lifted Anne from the wagon and untied her ankles so she could walk.

Gripping her hair I led her up the steps then unlocked the front door and led her inside.  Dust and cobwebs covered everything and made it look even more depressing.  I shared a cold dinner with her then led her up to a bedroom.  Exploration and revitalization would wait.

When the sun came up I secured Anne to the bed and took inventory.  It was a two story building with a large attic and a basement with stone walls and huge beams of wood overhead.  I found a lantern and extra oil along with brooms, mops and cleaning material in a closet.  I untied Anne’s hands and removed the gag.  I gave her a lecture outlining what I demanded of her.

Today her job would be to clean and scrub the biggest bedroom which would be mine and occasionally hers. While she was engaged in cleaning I checked the barn and a few outbuildings and found them sturdy but empty. In the kitchen I found the bare essentials of pots and plates.  It would do.  I could hear Anne working at her task.  This told me that she was learning to obey me.

The trip and strenuous activity in bed had depleted my blood and I knew I must replenish it quickly.

The next day while Anne cleaned a second bedroom I got one of the pieces of furniture I had brought with me and set it on the floor in the newly cleaned bedroom. It was a table with a padded top and slots to accommodate leather straps.  I forced Anne to lie on it face up while I secured her limbs with the leather straps.

Next I pushed her sleeve up and found a vein.  I put a small jar on the floor and inserted a large hollow needle into her vein.  Her blood flowed into the tube attached to the needle and into the jar on the floor.  She squealed a bit when I stuck her with the needle but shut up when I described the alternative.

Anxiously I tasted some of her blood to make sure it wasn’t tainted.  It was bright red and tasted slightly sweetish, a good sign.  When the jar was half full I pulled the needle from her vein and stuck a plaster on the hole. I drank the whole jar in one setting and it relieved my mind to know I was healthy for a few more weeks.  When she felt rested I unstrapped her from the table even though I wanted to have sex with her while she was strapped down.  She’d had a busy day and I didn’t want to wear her out.

The next day after breakfast I taught her about her station in my life.  Of course by then she had figured out that she was a walking blood supply.  Then I told her of her responsibilities.

I said, “Your hands are not your own, nor are your breasts, or any of your bodily orifices, which I may explore or penetrate at will. They are mine to do with as I will. You will immediately present yourself in a convenient posture for sex when I tell you to. Any attempt to escape or outcry will be punished in a manner which I choose. You will bathe often and be dressed during the day. Your hair belongs to me so I want it shampooed twice a week and brushed until it shines. You will never cut it. You will often spend the night naked in my bed next to me so I can feel your warm, soft body.  Most of the time I want your hair loose and I will arrange it for you in a manner that is sensual and seductive to me.”

“You will spend a lot of your time tied up or strapped to some of my furniture.”

Anne shrieked “You can’t do this to me.”  “I thought you cared about me!”

I replied “I care about you a lot so I want to make certain you don’t do anything that would annoy me.”

She yelled “You don’t care about me, I hate you.”

I said “Your attitude is awful.  I will correct it.”  I grabbed her arm and dragged her kicking and yelling into the spare bedroom where I had brought all my furniture of corrections.  I pushed her face down on the padded table and after a bit of a struggle stretched her out and strapped her arms and legs to the table.

She was pretty active so I added a strap around her waist.  I pulled her thick mane of hair forward until it hung over the edge of the table.

“I told you I would correct your behavior.”

In this new place I didn’t have much so I had to make do with a bamboo cane.  First I tapped it on her plump round buttocks then brought it down hard. She jerked and I think every muscle in her body went rigid. After a minute or two the jerking and yelling slowed so I repeated the tap and caning. Again she went off like a volcano screaming at me. After four or five hits on her rounded ass she started begging me to stop while crying buckets of tears. I hit her once more with the cane and elicited a piercing wail from her.

I waited until the wailing slowed and asked her, “Who do you belong to?”

Through the blubbering she whispered, “You.”

“What parts are mine?”

She replied in a low voice “All of me”.

That satisfied me and I wasn’t going to humiliate her any more.  I left her lying on the table for a while to calm down.  I waited until I figured she was bored with being restrained.  When I returned she twisted her head around to look back at me.  She looked so pitiful with tears staining her face and a hot red ass that I almost regretted the caning I had given her.  After all, she was gorgeous.

I stared at her for a while thinking how sexual she looked with her submission showing plainly on her face.  Her large eyes were watching me with a somewhat frightened look.  Removing my clothes and straddling the bench with one of my legs on each side of her I lowered most of my weight onto her legs. Her warm legs felt good under my bum. I started caressing her smooth back and gently stroking her red bum.  She moved back and forth a little which I found very exciting.

Leaning forward I pulled the mass of her hair over her shoulders and arranged it in a thick rope down her back. I wiggled around a bit until my cock was just touching her private lips and continued stroking her back with an occasional gentle tug on her hair.  Now she was trying to lift herself to meet me but the strap around her waist prevented it. I was completely in control and she wanted me.

I thought about depriving her and tormenting her for a while but she felt so wet and available that I pushed slowly into her pussy. It was funny feeling her trying to buck underneath me but couldn’t because she was strapped into position so tightly. I lasted for a while but she was so desirable that before too long I climaxed inside her. Sometime before that she had screamed and strained against the straps holding her before collapsing like a sack of oats back onto the table.

When I was soft inside her I pulled back on her hair until her face stared upward and asked, “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, sir.”

She sounded like she meant it so I unstrapped her and cuddled her in my arms with my fingers tangled in her tumbling hair and my other hand resting on her naked thigh.  After a peaceful rest we retired to bed.

She asked me, “Don’t you have to sleep in a coffin?”

I rolled my eyes and told her, “No, I have never died so I don’t have a coffin.  I think that rumor got started when some hanged person returned to consciousness before they could bury him.”

At this time I only had the padded low table, the sawhorse, and the wheel but I planned to design and have more built to my specification.

My future looked pretty bright.  I had a reliable source of fresh blood. I had an ample investment portfolio, managed mostly by me.  Anne was young with a trim sexual body and very attractive breasts.  When she stood naked with her long wavy hair hanging down around her body she might have escaped from an oil painting.  But she was real and she was mine.

I regulated her diet and exercise so she retained a trim and delectable figure. I kept a record of her measurements to judge how much exercise and food intake she needed.  Her breasts were firm and large when I got her but the years took a toll on them. As they began to sag I pondered how to reshape them.

My first attempt used leather straps with friction buckles. I wound at least two of these around each breast which pushed them outward from her chest. Next I made a harness which went over her shoulders and underneath each breast.

By tensioning these straps I could force her elongated breasts to stand out straight and proud. The constriction held blood inside them and even after removing straps and cradle they remained pointed dead ahead for some hours. I wished I could put a tight sweater on her and parade her around the nearest town. Sadly the secrecy of my life dictated that I could not so these hardened breasts would remain my exclusive entertainment.

Over the years Anne lost the will to escape. She became accustomed to her new life as though she had been born into it. Over ten years had passed since she joined me and I had spent this period sculpting her in every way.

Her body was mine and I spent much effort in assuring she became the creature I fantasized about. I kept her hair long and healthy by washing it with a mild soap and rainwater.  Afterward I dried it on a horizontal wooden rack made from small diameter rods.

With her sitting in a chair next to the rack I strapped her arms and legs to the thick wooden legs and back. Using my fingers I combed her hair out until there were no more tangles, a tedious job but the results were well worth it. I would start the drying by patting her mane with a towel to remove any excess moisture. If the sun was out I would place her in front of a window so the suns warmth would assist the drying.  This method left her with very healthy strong hair.

I admired her thin, youthful face but realized it would eventually broaden and fill out if not trained otherwise.  To this end I made certain that her food contained only enough fat and oil to maintain her health.

I knew the sun’s effects would cause her face to develop lines and wrinkles so I kept her inside and out of the suns damaging rays.  As a result her skin stayed firm and pale, similar to mine.

Bag Balm is a salve developed in 1869 to soothe irritation on cows’ udders after milking.  Once a day or sometimes twice I would lead her to the leather top table while she was naked and instruct her to lie down on it face up.  Near her ankles were slots to accommodate leather straps.  Her arms were placed by her sides and similarly strapped down. I then carefully applied Bag Balm to the skin of her face, neck and breasts.  This seemed to work since at forty she looked twenty.

I made certain she slept soundly for a full eight hours per night by keeping her still and immovable.  I made her wear a corset which I tightly laced. I pulled her arms to her sides and tied them there. Finally I strapped her ankles loosely together.  At first her body trembled and she begged me to release her but I was strict about her health regimen.

I laid her down in my bed and pulled the laces snug.  I then slipped under the covers with her and rolled her over so her back was against my front.  Wrapping my arms around her I held her breast tightly so I could feel her naked skin touching me from head to toes.  Not having any choice she resigned herself to this posture and being unable to move fell asleep.  After some time she became accustomed to this routine and later looked forward to sleeping in this tightly restrained position.

I maintained this life for many years but as time wore on Anne lost her sensuality and her blood lost its sparkling life.  Although vampires can live forever they are not immortal.  I can survive extreme wounds and will heal fairly quickly if the blood I drink is young and healthy.  The danger comes from vampires getting so weak that they are unable to secure fresh blood.  We must be ever conscious of this and make certain we do not weaken too much.  I no longer derived youth and vigor from Anne’s blood and her body was becoming incapable of replacing what I took from her.  Regretfully the good old days of tumultuous sex and vigor which I derived from her blood were almost over. It was now 1851.

For the last time I laid Anne on the padded table.  I snugged each leather strap around her wrists and ankles extra tightly.  I slipped one hollow needle into her arm and began extracting blood.  Only this time I did not halt at one pint.  I kept replacing the little jars with empty ones until Anne lost consciousness.  I continued until it no longer flowed and her heart no longer beat.  In the nearby forest I buried her in a deep grave marked only with some flowers.  For many days I grieved for her loss but inevitably my prime instinct told me I must find a source of fresh blood.

 

Chapter Three  1860 to 1890 – Eastern Europe

Wherein I acquire the lovely Victoria.

My need for fresh blood became demanding so I hitched up the old wagon and began a journey to a place distant enough that a disappearance wouldn’t be connected to me and my mansion. Along the way I filled my wagon with vegetables and kept going for a hundred miles to another village. I found the market place and began selling my turnips and potatoes out of the back of my wagon, earning a tidy profit during the day and sleeping in the wagon at night.

Many people came to buy from me and several girls caught my eye but no opportunity arose for anything more than flirting. Several were young and pretty but I bid my time. I didn’t get this old by being reckless. My vegetables were running low and I was considering making a round trip to get more when a girl came up to my wagon just at dusk.

She asked, “Do you have any corn?”

I said, “No, all I have left are these few turnips.”

We chatted a bit about fresh corn on the cob while I checked the streets and studied her.  She was pretty and maybe 20 years old with a trim figure. I couldn’t tell what her hair was like because she had it done up in a satisfyingly large bun on top of her head.   She said her name was Victoria Venecki and she lived on a small farm outside of town. I asked if I could park my gypsy wagon on her land and sleep in it tonight. She agreed and even offered some grain and a stall for my horses. I stayed with her for a few days and even sold some of her garden produce from the back of my wagon.  After a few days she invited me to sup with her which I gladly accepted.

When I knocked on her door she opened it and what I saw took my breath away.  She was wearing a filmy dress which showed me her curvaceous body. Her hair fell loose and free down her back. My heart started beating faster as I joined her at the dinner table.  It was obvious she had spent some time preparing it. I was so taken with her that I made up my mind right then to make her mine tonight.

As we were clearing up the table I threw an arm around her waist and forced her down to the floor where I tied her hands behind her back and slipped a fat cloth gag into her mouth with a small towel knotted in back of her head.  She tried to squirm away from me when I ran my hand under her dress and stroked her breast.  I grasped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it.

Her face contorted and she made an, “Oooohhhh!” sound.

I said, “Stop resisting me and I will let go.”

She became still so I let her nipple go.

I put out the fire and gathered a few of her clothes into a burlap bag.  She and the bag both ended up lying on the floor in the gypsy wagon. My horses were still harnessed so I leisurely turned them around and after bypassing the town, set out on the road back to my mansion. I dared not stop with her moans and feeble cries coming from inside my wagon so I just kept riding; only stopping for food and water and bodily functions. We rode for a couple of days before pulling up in front of my mansion.

By that time I was bone tired and only capable of leading her inside and hobbling her before I fell asleep.  The next morning I awoke with a jerk and imagined she had escaped.  But there she was, lying on the floor looking disheveled and angry.

I was pretty anxious to replenish my blood with hers so I wrestled her onto my padded table and strapped her wrists down.  Next I removed her dress and underclothing.  Finally I secured her feet with leather straps and removed the last bit of clothing from her top.  I was not disappointed.  She had a figure that was made for my pleasure.  Her breasts were large and firm and hips were wide with a narrow waist.  I carefully removed the last pins from her hair and combed it down her back where it reached the top of her plump ass.  After gagging her I drained a pint and gulped down her fresh blood.  It was bright red in color and rather thin.  Slouching in a plush chair I watched her and she watched me, although I think my view was better than hers.

She presented an annoyingly resistant manner but I had practice in subduing raucous colts and females.  She would not bend willingly to my will so I prepared for a long campaign of breaking her.

Draining her blood and having intense rough sex would cover two of my needs.  I didn’t hold back and mounted her whenever I felt like it.  She was still strapped down to the table so I fed her from a plate.  I took my time so she would be impressed with how much her life depended on me.  Once or twice a day I tied a rope around her neck and freed her long enough to attend to her bodily needs and clean herself.  When dusk came I led her to my bedroom and trussed up her hands and ankles before putting her into one side of the bed.  I held her most of the night but occasionally woke up feeling sexual and forced myself into her pussy.

At first she objected but after a week or so she simply accepted that she was going to be raped several times in the day or night.  After all she was bound up like a chicken on a spit and couldn’t very well refuse me.  Lying there with her wondrous body nestled next to me I considered what I wanted.  I decided I would train her to be my perfect sex animal.  I didn’t want her to become an object but rather a woman who knew her rightful place in my scheme.  I would start teaching and changing her the next day.  My goal was to end up with an animal that had no thoughts of escaping but rather awaited my requirements.  Much like a well trained farm dog like a sheep dog.

With this in mind I began training Victoria in the skills which would be among her assets.  First I would concentrate on physical ability.  Her body was not getting the vertical exercise it needed so to this end I began converting the basement from junk storage to training room.  Trotting would firm up her leg muscles to a pleasing shape.  At first I ordered her to trot in a circle around the open space in the center of the basement.

After she attempted to dart up the stairs I tied a long rope to the huge beam that was in the center of the ceiling and tied a loose loop around her neck.  Using the buggy whip I got her up to a trot in a circle.  If she slowed, a flick of the buggy whip got her back on track.  At first she could only trot for five or six minutes before gasping for breath.  After a few months I gradually increased her trotting time to half an hour. This training also had an emotional element.  Trotting in a circle completely under my control embedded my ownership into her.

After her half hour of trotting she was pretty sweaty so I gave her a bath.  I tied her hands in front of her and after undressing her assisted her into my large bathtub.  Using a soft cloth and a mild soap I rubbed down her long legs, flat stomach and large breasts, carefully lifting each breast so I could rub the underside.  Finally I sponged her neck and face.  By this time her hair was soapy wet at the bottom end and sweaty on the other.

I held her tied wrists and slowly lowered her into the water so her hair was totally immersed.  I then poured shampoo into the wet mop and worked it in, alternately squeezing and then dipping it back into the water until it was clean.  I helped her to her feet and rinsed her mane with warm water from a reserved bucket.  More water poured over her shoulders left the last of soap and shampoo disappearing down the drain.  Using Egyptian cotton towels I first wrapped her long mane of hair up in one towel then dried her body with several others.

After lovingly rubbing her entire body, paying special attention to her plump ass, pussy and ample breasts she closed her eyes and smiled as I heaped attention on every inch of her skin.  Finally I turned her so her back was toward me and patted her hair until it was only slightly damp.  While drying it I carefully combed my fingers through her locks so it wouldn’t tangle.

When I was satisfied with her appearance I untied her wrists long enough to envelope her exquisite figure in a thick bathrobe and pulled her lengthy hair to the outside.  By now I was quite stimulated by feeling so much skin, hair and face.  I noticed she was breathing hard and undulating slightly under my petting.

I led her to my bedroom and laid her face down on the bed.  I untied her wrists and roped each one to opposite bedposts at the head of the bed.  I then knelt over her well shaped legs and ran my hands over her back and shoulders without pause.  I slowly eased my cock just barely into her pussy and held it there while I tugged gently or not so gently on her beautiful mane.  She looked absolutely lovely as she undulated underneath me and coaxed me to enter her more deeply.  We enjoyed slow delectable sex until we were both sated and spent.  I untied both her wrists and she wrapped her arms and legs around me so as to completely envelop me in her soft smooth flesh.

I decided to add sexual prowess to her list of accomplishments by teaching her the subtle skills of sucking my cock.  She had never done this until I persuaded her to pleasure me with her mouth and even then she was reluctant and didn’t seem to enjoy it.

The next time I ordered her to suck my cock she turned her head to the side until I held a handful of her hair tightly and forced her to face my cock.  I told her to open her mouth and after a few second of hesitation she did so but without enthusiasm.  I thrust into her mouth and ordered her to use her lips and slide it in and out.

I said, “You are not very good, are you?”

She said, “I don’t like the taste and I don’t know any other way.”

Although I had utilized the wheel to drag her head up and down she had not willingly engaged with any vigor.

I didn’t intend to allow her to masturbate me so I ordered her to kneel while I tied her hands behind her back.   I gave her instructions to only use her lips and not her teeth because that would irritate me.  She did so and it was difficult for me to think rationally but I was determined to bring her technical skill up to an average level today.  As her head bobbed up and down I instructed her to use more or less lip pressure and to vary the speed with which my cock disappeared and reappeared from her mouth.

After several minutes I could hold out no more.  I gripped a fistful of her hair just behind her head and thrust into her mouth with greater and greater force until I climaxed.  I held my cock in her mouth for a few seconds and then pulled it out.  She spit the contents of her mouth to the floor and licked her lips.  I praised her and stroked her hair while telling her how well she sucked my cock.  She smiled slightly and appeared to enjoy my praise and attention.

After practicing this for a dozen times or so I told her, “It’s time you learned how to take all of me down your throat.”

I told her this meant that my cock would go down her throat a ways until her lips pressed against my abdomen.  She fearfully protested that she couldn’t breathe while her gullet was jammed full.  I promised not to stay down her for very long but insisted she begin practicing with a carrot.  At first I gave her a small one she could handle easily and gradually built up to larger and larger size.  I watched her practice for five or six minutes the first day and gradually increased the time by a few minutes each day, pausing if she gagged.

Every time she pushed the carrot down her throat she made a sound like, “Gaug! Ulp.”

I enjoyed the sounds she made and found it excited me even more.  At the end of a couple weeks she could maintain the thing lodged in her throat for a minute at a time.  I loved to watch this and felt gratified when she learned to house this produce in her throat so thoroughly.  I then substituted my cock for the carrot but allowed her to control how long I was inserted by using her hands.  After a week or so my cock was enjoying the same leisurely time in her throat as the carrot.  So far I had not ejaculated down her throat but had filled her mouth with the essence of me.

Now it was time for her to swallow all of my liquid.  I looked forward to this because it meant I could maintain the pleasurable pressure on my cock while I climaxed.  The first time I filled her throat she gagged a bit but I had instructed her to swallow it or suffer punishment.  Surprisingly it went well with only a few grunts and coughs.  I had left her hands free so she wouldn’t panic.  But the next time I tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together.  Next I tied a rope between her ankles and wrists and pulled it tight.

She said, “No! No! Please  don’t.”

I said, “Open your mouth.”

When it was open I slipped my cock in and this time she obediently closed her lips on it and began bobbing her head back and forth.  It didn’t take long before I felt myself losing control and I started pushing all the way down her throat.  Her eyes got huge and pleaded with me to stop while she shook her head back and forth begging for mercy.  I unloaded anyway and when I pulled out she coughed and railed…

“NO! No!  Never again!”

This was not acceptable so I told her, “You will never deny me.”

She would be punished just as I had promised.  I pulled her to her feet and dragged her into the spare bedroom where all my furniture waited.

I observed that she kept her mouth tightly closed to bar me entrance into her intriguing organ.  She had much too much control over her mouth.  After all, wasn’t it my mouth to play with?

She saw where I was taking her and begged, “No, No, I’ll be a good girl!  Please don’t hurt me, Please, Please.”

Her touching pleas stirred my pity but I was determined that she progress along my chosen path.

I searched through the house and barn to find something which would show her I meant business.  Out in the field I found a cow’s horn which had lain there for some time and was pretty well dried out.  I took it back to the barn and cleaned it out thoroughly then rounded the widest part with some sandpaper.

When Victoria saw me carrying the horn her eyes got wide and she asked, “Wh-what are you going to do with that?”

I grabbed her hair and pressed the small tip of the horn between her lips and against her teeth until she opened her mouth. I pushed the small tip between her teeth and drew the horn across her face which pried her teeth far apart.  When the wide open end of the horn was between her teeth I turned it and wiggled it back and forth until it entered her mouth.  I kept pushing it in until her jaw would open no further.  She looked pretty grotesque with a horn sprouting from her mouth.  I told her to hold it in her mouth until I gave her permission to take it out.  She refused and using her tongue, pushed it out where it fell to the floor.

“Hhmmm, needs work.” I said.

I left Victoria there and went back to my workshop.  I drilled two small holes a few inches away from the wide opening and pushed a leather shoelace through each hole and tied a knot in the inside of the horn, leaving the ends dangling.

Returning to Victoria again I ordered her, “Open up.”

She did so apprehensively.  I inserted the wide open end into her mouth again but this time I pulled the shoestrings to the back of her head and cinched them up tight.  There was a lot of horn in her mouth.  I was pleased with the result and left her like that for an hour or so.  When I untied the straps and removed the horn she bitterly cursed me and screamed.

“Still don’t have your lesson learned.”  I said.

Gripping her hair behind her head again I pried her mouth open and pushed the wide end of the horn into her mouth and secured it with the straps.  I pulled on her upper and lower lips to make certain they weren’t pinched between teeth and horn.  Although I could see her jaws were pried wide open I could not see teeth or her tongue so after an hour I untied the horn and taking it to my workshop sawed off all but a hands width, leaving a bony ring.  I returned this to Victoria’s mouth and was pleased to see her tongue and throat were exposed and gaping.

Although she could not close her lips the visibility of her tongue gave me an idea.  I forced her into a kneeling position and tied her wrists and ankles together directly in front of a chair.  I got naked and sat in the chair with my rigid member sticking out.

I gripped a handful of hair on each side of her head and ordered her, “Start licking my cock”.

Her tongue appeared from the cave of her mouth and slid from the bottom to the top of my cock.   I instructed her to vary her tongue work by circling my head with her tongue.  This had the pleasant effect of bouncing my cock up and down and stimulated it into even more rigidity.  I kept her at it until her tongue was tired and sore.  Eventually I withdrew my cock and asked her, “Who does your tongue belong to?”

“The tongue inside my mouth belongs to you, Sir.” She said.

Since my cock was slimy with her spittle it took me no time to lay her face up on the bed and insert into her pussy without hesitation.  I squeezed her breasts and watched her tongue wander around inside her mouth.  I held her by her breast and pushed as hard as I could into her pussy and start pumping in and out.  I came like a waterfall inside her.  After resting I untied the thongs and slid the horn ring out of her mouth.  She waggled her jaw back and forth to relieve the cramping while watching me fearfully.

In order to make a point I chose a sudden and sharp punishment with a rod.

“Spare the rod and spoil the child.”

I thought to myself.  I had purchased a massive old dining table and padded it with a couple of quilts from the same sale.  I ordered her to lie face down on it while I roped her wrists and ankles securely to all four corners.  I turned her face to one side and pulled her mane of brown hair out of her face and let it hang over the end like a waterfall.  She made a beautiful picture so helpless and soft.  I slid my hands over her skin from her ankles to her neck.  I picked up a tree sprout I had stripped and dried.  When she saw it she became silent and resigned to what was coming.

I made sure she spent some time staring at it in dread before I started on her legs. At the first blow she tried to raise her legs but although they had a little slack she could only beat them up and down.  I didn’t want to leave long lasting marks so I only hit her hard enough to cause yelps and shrieks.  I moved up her thighs and continued hitting her on her plump round ass a few times.  Finally I gave her the last few on her shoulders.  She was crying and pouring tears onto the quilts.  Even after I stopped beating her she continued crying and whimpering for several minutes while I enjoyed listening to her.

I stared into her eyes and said, “Do you need to spend more time being punished?”

“No sir, No sir, I promise I will be good from now one.” She blurted.

From the expression on her face I concluded we had turned a corner.

Just to be cruel to her and test her resolve I said, “Open your mouth.”  She snapped her mouth wide open and held it gaping at me.  I left her like that for a couple minutes then I allowed her to close it, satisfied that she would obey me instantly from now on.

After several more minutes of snuffling I asked her, “What have you learned from this?”

Jerkily she said, “I will take your cock as deep in my throat as you want to go and I will swallow every drop. And I will accept it without any hesitation.”

“Good.” I said.  “I will leave you here long enough for you to think about what you can do for me to make my pleasure even more memorable.”

“There, I thought. That will keep her mind occupied for a while.”

Although I had been concentrating on her training I began to notice that she came to me more and more willingly.  I had assumed she entertained me because she would be whipped or beaten if she didn’t.  But now I only had to crook my finger and she came right up to me watching my eyes so she could guess what I wanted her to do.  This was certainly an agreeable change to her manner.

I thought, “Just think!  She will willingly do anything I tell her to do.”  This set my head a whirl with imagined thoughts.

When I went to the nearest town my only choice for Victoria was to tie her hand and foot to assure she would be there when I returned.  Often her hands would be cold and have no feeling so I began to consider other, more humane ways to retain her.  The basement had plenty of room but the doors were flimsy and the windows were not much better.  In my checkered past I had spent a short time in jail and remembered how secure it was.  I measured with string the width and breadth of a corner.  It would only require the addition of two more walls to make it escape proof.

Accordingly I took my string and rode on horseback to the blacksmiths shop.  I told him I was expanding my stable and described what I wanted including a hinged door.  He gave me a price and said it would be ready at the end of the week.  When the week was up I rode my flat bed farm wagon in to pick up the pieces and pay the smithy. I hauled them through the wide cellar door and affixed them to the walls and each other with bolts.  I now had what appeared to be a jail cell made up of bars with a door in front and two walls of stone.  I equipped it with a rug and a single bed.  A bucket would have to do for a toilet and a big jar for clean water.  I tested it the next day.

I told Victoria I was going to the next farm and would be gone for several hours.  I walked her into the cell and locked the door with a key.  Then I left and ostentatiously rode a horse away from my mansion.  I simply rode a short away and dismounted.  Walking back with the horse I found a tree to sit under and eat a lunch I had packed while I watched my mansion for signs of escape.  Nothing stirred so I rode back and freed Victoria from her cell.

Since the bars were very sturdy I could incorporate it into my bag of tricks.  I placed Victoria against the bars with her back to them.  Using a rope I wrapped her left wrist straight out from her side.  Her right wrist was next and soon it too was sticking straight out.  I tied her ankles to the bottoms of the bars so her legs were spread slightly and stepping back I had an unobstructed view of her private parts.  Now she was spread out and every inch of her body was available for my exploration.

Leaving the door open I walked into the cell and pulled all her thick tresses straight back from her head.   Splitting it into equal halves I drew each half to a bar away from her head and wrapped it around and around, then secured it with a scarf.  She looked beautiful and extremely vulnerable without even her hair to conceal her luscious body.  I felt giddy with pleasure as I contemplated my prize toy.  Some men would hang a painting or a tapestry on their walls to enhance the beauty of their residence but I had a real girl to hang and admire.

I liked it so much I left her there for most of the evening breaking up her monotony by feeding her dinner with spoon and fork and holding a glass of water up to her mouth so she could drink.  Later that evening I untied her hair and limbs and took her to my bedroom so I could end this beautiful day by pleasuring myself with her tight little body.  I now considered her to be similar to smoking a good cigar or a fast ride on a responsive horse or eating a juicy pear.

She seemed to be smiling and radiant most of the time now.  When I told her what I planned to do with her she giggled and was ready to join in the fun.  She had figured out that I liked to hear her squeal and moan under my hands.  At these times she simply did not hold back but gave loud vent to her feelings of helplessness and pain.

At this time the Spanish Inquisition was winding down and many of their fiendish tools were made public.  Most of them caused bloody marks or death which was not to my liking.  I wanted to utilize some things which caused Victoria discomfort but not panic or hysteria.  I tested her limbs to see how limber she was.  Good but not above average.  I added tendon stretching to her exercise regimen.  I had her spend a lot of practice pulling her legs toward her shoulders until she could readily hold her legs against her shoulders without pain.

I would tie her to the bed in this position which put her pussy and anus on display.  Very delectable.  In this constricted position I caressed her skin and played with her pussy lips until she looked forward to being secured into this vulnerable position.  She would lay on the bed with her arms apart awaiting the ropes that would hold her there.  She would swing her legs up and back and plead with her eyes for me to immobilize her like that.  At first I tied a long rope around each ankle and slid it over her shoulders.  Then by tugging on the ropes and helping her by pushing her legs further and further down she would get tighter and tighter.

After much practice I told her to hold her arms straight up while I positioned her legs nearly to her armpits.  Then when I stretched her arms out to the sides and over her legs she could not escape.  She could barely move as I contemplated her wide open pussy and asshole.  I experimented with having sex in this position.  It was intoxicating!  I found this so enjoyable that I made love with her in this position for the next month.  I experimented with pulling her arms down to her sides or behind her back while she was doubled up.  She was limited in how far she could bend but she made such a tidy little package that I couldn’t resist securing her in this position when I felt like having sex with her.

I was in a creative mood and thought that making a bit for her would be fun and useful.  Accordingly I carved down an oak plank until it was roughly two inches wide and ten inches long.  For the gag part I carved a phallic shaped thing three inches long and screwed it to the face of the bit. Finally I hand drilled two holes at the ends of the bit.  To try it out I left her hands free so she could help adjust it.

I slipped the penis part into her mouth and wriggled the whole thing into her mouth so the two inch wide bit was between her teeth.  At first I tied it in place with leather thongs.  Later I parted her hair in the middle and combed her hair into two thick ropes.  I pushed one of her hair ropes through each hole and pulled on it until all her hair was cascading from the holes.  It made a kind of ponytail look.

From behind her I grasped the wads of hair hanging from the bit and pulled them back across her shoulders and left them dangling down her back.  I tugged on both a little to make sure the bit was lodged firmly in her mouth.  This became a great toy to play with.  I could grasp both streams of hair in one hand and holding it snugly I could lead her easily from room to room.

I could tie them behind her head which secured the bit so she couldn’t spit it out.  But that made a tangle of her hair and is exasperating to untie so I never repeated it.  I did line the holes with leather and make two half-foot long conical shaped pins which I wrapped snugly in leather.  After her hair was pushed through the holes I would follow it up with the pins which locked her locks in place.  If I tied her hands behind her back she was effectively gagged with her tongue held to the bottom of her mouth.

It was sensual to brush the two cascades of hair until they gleamed in the light.  A few times I led her into the bedroom using her locks of hair like a leash.  I then looped her hair over the arms of a chandelier and tied it there.  She was then tethered to the chandelier and couldn’t move or protest because of the protuberance jamming her mouth full.

For some time a fantasy had been swirling in my mind.  I wanted to ride Victoria like a horse.  Not on her back but with my legs straddling her and holding her hair like reins.  She had been with me for about ten years and never cut her hair so it was well past the bottom of her cute plump ass.  I had acquired half dozen dog collars made of stiff leather with rings sewn into them.

To begin fulfilling my fantasy I put one of these straps around each of Victoria’s wrists and one around each of her ankles.  I began playing with her by parting her hair in the middle and pulling it out into two fluffy chunks.  Next I laid her face down in bed and hooked her wrist straps together, thereby making her helpless.  First one strand of hair was pushed through her ankle bracelets then the other.  I was straddling her and started tugging on each strand which pulled her head back and her ankles up.

She said. “It’s too tight!  It hurts!”

So I slacked off a bit.  I liked the look of her body tensioned by her own hair.  As a fitting finish I put two more straps around her elbows and passed a rope between them.  By tugging on these ropes I forced her elbows toward each other.

“Not too tight!” She panted.

Still straddling her I released her hair then I attached her left wrist to her left ankle and her right wrist to her right ankle so that her body was arched upward at head and feet.

“Ah, helpless.” I thought to myself.

Straddling her I started gradually easing my cock closer and closer to her pussy.  Each movement brought me nearer and nearer until at last I inserted into her.  As I began riding her like a horse I gripped each section of hair and pulled her head back.  It was maddening to be so elated and as rigid as I was!  I kept rocking her back and forth using her hair like reins.  I knew it was hurting her but I just didn’t care plus her little grunts and whimpers were exciting me even more.  Finally I climaxed and at that moment pulled back with all my strength.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” she screamed.

After I started to soften I eased off on her hair but didn’t withdraw from her.

“Did you think I was a horse?” She asked.

“No.” I replied.  “I just like having complete control over every bit of your body”.

This scenario carried me to new heights of ecstasy so I repeated it many times thereafter.  Each time it ended with my heart beating furiously and feeling that my arteries were filled with sparkling water furiously popping with bubbles. I tried this position with the oak bit in her mouth but it wasn’t as good.

I had to admit that Victoria filled my life with contentment and happiness and excitement all at the same time.  I did not want to fall in love with her and become attached to her but my feelings took their own path.

I had been living in my mansion for about a decade while only leaving to conduct business or purchase supplies.  On one of these trips I was amazed to find that my fortune had increased astronomically.  Although most of my investments increased handsomely a few had skyrocketed.  I usually put about one in ten dollars into risky ventures that looked as though they could catch on.  Mostly they did.  My fortune was beyond anything I ever hoped for.  I was awash in income and available cash and I spent most of my time in a dark mansion with only Victoria for company.  Her company was exhilarating but I wished for more. It seemed wasteful to leave all that cash lying in some bank vault.

When I returned I told Victoria I was thinking about making a trip to see more of the world.  I didn’t want her to run away from me. Or for me to be running as fast as I could from a horde of villagers with torches and pickaxes.  The risk of her sounding the alarm was not acceptable, yet I wanted her companionship while enjoying more of this world.  With such a huge fortune I could contemplate traveling in a style which I had never experienced.  Trains had too many passengers and hotels too many ears at the walls.  I thought taking a cruise by ship would be nice but again the thought of being surrounded by other passengers made it too risky.  I’m not that good a swimmer especially with a horde of villagers…

But traveling by private yacht would eliminate a lot of those hindrances.  It would require a crew and servants but I was sure I could figure a way around this obstacle.  I espoused this idea to Victoria and she was enthusiastic.  I watched her carefully to see if she had an idea of escape but I didn’t feel that.

Vampires have a very high perception of what people are thinking.  Over centuries we had picked up a knack of reading faces, postures, inflection of voice, eye contact, and tone of voice.  Very accurately.   It didn’t do to display this skill so mostly we were silent about it.  I didn’t feel any guile coming from Victoria but intended to maintain her under my control securely.

I locked her in the basement cell with plenty of food and water and hitching up the old gypsy wagon I set off for the nearest seaport which was Athens on the Aegean Sea, home to many shipyards and shipbuilders.  I searched through these yards for a yacht which would fulfill my needs and found a promising candidate.  She was a 32 meter boat with two masts and a stripped out interior.  Like me she had a checkered past as a fast smuggler.  A tour of her showed a good solid hull and house with an ample selection of sails.

She was for sale at a bargain price so I put a deposit on her and signed the papers of ownership.  Part of our agreement was remodeling the interior into two halves.  The forward part would house the Captain, Chef and 3 deckhands plus an ample hold in the fore-deck.  The after half would be a private salon and bedroom with luxurious bath including an indoor privy and private deck on the stern.  We agreed on a price and a finish date of one month from now.  I was elated by the prospect.

I returned home and had a talk with Victoria.  I described my plan to cruise the world and she was ecstatic although anxious to purchase clothing suitable for a journey by water.  I boxed my favorite furniture and toys and stowed them in the wagon.  The rest went into a bonfire.  I leased the house for a surprisingly tidy fee and left for the sea with Victoria by my side.  I did not put any fetters on her as a test to see if she would try to jump ship.  I figured it would be easier to chase her down in the sparsely settled country rather than a city.  I never felt anything but excitement and anticipation from her.

Arriving at the seaport we went down to the boat and found it in the last stages of completion.  I asked for a few more modifications and the yardmaster agreed.  The crew which was rebuilding the boat had been picked by the yardmaster as good reliable and experienced seamen.  One was even an experienced chef and steward.  I interviewed several potential captains and after checking their references picked an old salt who was experienced at sailing a boat such as this.  We spent the next week provisioning the boat and sailing her around the bay for practice and sorting out.  Victoria bought too many clothes and shoes and jewelry.

Finally there was nothing more to be done so I told the Captain to make ready to get under sail the next day.  Late that night we quietly moved my furniture into the aft cabin and slept aboard for the first time.  Next day we hoisted anchor and sailed into the Aegean Sea.  The Captain knew this area and suggested ports that had quaint shops or pretty beaches.  Victoria collected enough shells and pretty rocks to fill several drawers.  She excitedly described the nature and where she had found each one.  It was going to be a great cruise.

 

CHAPTER FOUR – 1880 – A sea voyage 

Synopsis: Synopsis:  Piotor is a vampire who needs a pint of fresh blood each month to rejuvenate his deteriorating blood.  He abducts young women for their blood and sex. He and his beautiful slave Victoria set sail to see the world.

The after section of the boat was off limits to the crew and only accessible by the exposed side decks.  Victoria and I kept to our cabin while at sea.  Specifically we kept in bed.  It was like a honeymoon.  We didn’t even see the deckhands or captain, only the chef who left meals on a little shelf outside our door after discretely knocking once and retreating.  I discovered a Victoria that I had only glimpsed in our previous life.

My vampire intuition never peeped about this hidden delight.  She was beautiful of course, well dressed, and had a lively and cheerful manner all the time.  I enjoyed her company exploring little towns and islands along our way.  Sometimes we would buy fresh vegetables or meat and she would surprise me with fresh flowers on our table.  Making love with her was a true joining together of our spirits, as much as was possible considering our different backgrounds.

I still tied her up often and she pleaded with me on her knees or kneeling but it was more something we did together.  I discovered a new delight in washing her hair and setting out on the after deck to let it dry in the sea breeze.  Often in the middle of the night I would wake to find her sound asleep and gripping my cock in her hand like a little girl holding a teddy bear.  Sometimes I would come out of a deep slumber to find her sleepily sucking on my cock in a slow leisurely manner.

We discovered a few more things that delighted both of us.  Such as figuring out how to fuck her hair.  She would push her hair to the front until it completely covered her face.  I would push a finger through its silky mass until I found her mouth.  Then I would make a hole through her hair and slip my cock into her mouth.  She would then wrap her hair around and around my cock while sliding it in and out of her hair and mouth.  Yikes!  My dreams had come true!

I thought about how far she and I had come.  It started with abduction and rape and progressed to screams of pain and humiliation.  Then a period of just sexual meeting and now companionship of a sort I had resisted all my life.  I knew it would end badly but I was enjoying it in the moment and not worrying about the future.

The motion of the ship sickened us for the first days but we got over it quickly.  While in our cabin I stretched her face up across our bed and abeam of the ship.  I tied her wrists to the side of the bed and stretched her legs wide apart at the other side.  I slipped my cock into her and let the ships motion rock me back and forth.  I wasn’t expending much effort so I just stayed inside her rocking and swaying.  I lay down on top of her and kneaded her breast like bread dough.

For a while I put my hand over her mouth and she stared up at me with her big eyes wide open.  I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled it just enough to get a grimace from her.  She was mine and mine alone and mine completely.  I watched her eyes glide up and down under me as the ships rolling pushed me deep into her then almost threw me out. Finally I pushed harder and harder until with a long groan I climaxed.  A few more pushes and she bucked and squealed in ecstasy.  We slept next to each other and cuddled all night.

We now stopped at the island of Crete to stock provisions and let the crew have a well earned break.  After a few days the crew was ready to push off and the ship was provisioned with food, water, fresh vegetables and a lot of fruit.  After clearing the entrance to the Aegean we set a course of North by Northwest toward Sicily.  Happily while tied to the dock I had read a newspaper while having coffee at a sidewalk cafe with Victoria.  She dressed primly in a long dress and her hair up inside a big hat.

There was a shortage of olive oil in Spain. Accordingly I purchased a hold full of olive oil and battened down the hatch cover.  The newspapers told me that my investments were doing well and even with the expenses of the boat my bank account continued its steady increase.

Under way again I would go forward to the wheelhouse and watch our progress.  The Captain and I would discuss a rough outline of our course and he would make suggestions of exotic places to stop and explore.  Some of these times Victoria would accompany me and be regaled with salty tales from the crew or Captain.  If the weather was mild we would go to the prow where the bowsprit jutted far out.  With the wind in our faces and the quiet sloshing of the waves it was a very pleasant time.  For the crew too who I caught staring at Victoria but looked away discretely when they noticed me.

We docked at Sicily and Rome in Italy for a few weeks at each.  Then we entered the Mediterranean after spending some time ashore in a Majorca hotel.

Even though I tried to avoid it, I noticed that Victoria was aging.  I refused to consider it while we were enjoying life so much and her transfers of fresh blood were still keeping me healthy.  I enjoyed her greatly and could not imagine a life without her.  Such is the life of a vampire.  Far in some hidden corner of my mind was a wispy idea that another source of blood would be a boon.

Looking at the ocean charts I noticed that Algiers was only a few hundred miles away.  I asked the Captain if he was familiar with Algiers and he replied he knew of it but had never been there.  He opined that it was a dangerous place filled with pirates and slavers.  That night in our cabin I lay awake with my mind a whirl with thoughts.  If I bought a slave in Algiers she could be another source of blood and could serve us in our cabin.  A tiny voice in my head suggested that she might serve me in a more intimate fashion

Although the slave trade In Algiers was outlawed in the early 19th century it continued in the outskirts today.  I decided to tour these secret slave markets and see if they had anything to interest me.  I told Victoria it would be nice to have a servant for our cabin.  She didn’t look too happy with the idea but eventually agreed to accept it.  Accordingly we made a course Southerly for a few weeks and docked at Algiers on a sunny day.

It looked rough and although I am armed with a sword and derringer I am aware of my limitations.  I took an armed sailor with me while we explored the darker side of town.  A few inquiries and bribes led us to a dark hidden pavilion where many men and women slaves were offered.  I was surprised to see a few Christians among them.  Captured by pirates I supposed.  Touring the area I noticed some stunning women with dark skin and long hair, often in a braid.

A Chinese slave attracted my attention.  She was thin but shapely and her hair was wound in a coil on the back of her head.  I pulled out the pins and found that her hair came to her mid calf.  Although she is slender her appearance is healthy.  I inquired her price and thought it was pretty expensive.  I decided to think about it for a while and started to walk away.  The dealer quickly followed me and gave a new price of about half his first.  I asked him if I could talk to her and find out her attitude.  He said she spoke a little English and I was welcome to question her.  I inquired about where she was from and what she thought about being sold.  She said her name was Ting Lo.  She said her parents needed the money and it was her duty to obey her parents and serve the person who bought her.

From this I concluded that she was resigned to a life of slavery and only hoped to be bought by a person who would not beat her too much.  I didn’t comment but made a final offer which was accepted.  I told her if she tried to run off I would catch her and beat her.  She promised not to run.  We made our way back to the ship and boarded her.  I showed my new slave to the after quarters and told her to serve Victoria and me by keeping the cabin clean.  I gripped her long hair and told her I would make love with her later.  She didn’t disagree so I guess she expected that kind of service.

That night I considered what I wanted to do with her.  I asked Victoria if she would like to be ministered to by a Chinese.  She wasn’t sure but would consider it.  I considered Victoria to have more value in my life now so I pictured her and me tormenting this pretty little slave.  Not wanting to delay I approached the slave the next day.  I gripped her by her hair and began to stroke her face and shoulders all the while keeping a firm grip on her long black hair.  She didn’t seem to mind this so I pulled her shirt over her head and removed it.

My hand slipped under her bra and caressed her firm cone shaped breasts.  She didn’t object so I pulled her skirt down and removed it from her ankles.  Now she was only wearing a pair of thin panties.  I feasted my eyes on her trim little brown body and lifted her braid.  It was held with a snippet of cloth which I untied and unwound.  I started unbraiding her hair slowly to stretch out my pleasure.  Soon it was all loose and covered her back to her ankles.  Victoria was sitting in a corner looking puzzled.  I told her to come over and brush tings hair.  She did so and they both seemed to be enjoying it.

I handed Victoria a piece of leather strip and gripping Tings arms forcibly crossed her wrists.  Ting let fly with a string of Chinese and tried to escape but I was having none of it.  After Victoria wrapped her wrists and tied the knot I released Ting who scampered into the corner and huddled up.  She couldn’t get out of the cabin so I left her tied like that for a while and just watched her.  She became quiet after a bit so I went to her and lifted her to her feet with her hair.  This time she squeaked in pain but did stand up.

I checked her bonds to make sure they would hold her then led her to the bed and forced her onto it face down with her hair in a cloud around her head.  After forcefully removing her panties I was pleased by the trim brown little body I saw.  I wondered how much she knew about pleasing women so I instructed Victoria to strip off all her clothes and sit at the head of the bed with Tings head between her thighs.  Ting laid there with her face flat on the covers.  I encouraged her by lifting her head by her hair and instructing Victoria to move closer to her mouth.

I was rewarded with Ting starting to slowly lick Victoria’s pussy.  I watched her closely and was pleased that she seemed to take to Victoria’s pussy like a duck to water.  Victoria looked a little worried but the longer Ting ministered to her the more her face contorted in joy.  I joined them by straddling Ting’s legs and easing my rapidly hardening cock between her thighs.  She wiggled her ass a little to accommodate me and I soon had the head of my cock just inside her.

Ting then amazed me by clenching and unclenching my cock with her pussy muscles.  She milked me like a cow’s udder.  I left her hair alone because she was so engrossed in bringing Victoria to orgasm.  Soon Victoria was bucking around and dragging Tings head all over while yelping in ecstasy.  I pulled on Tings hair and released her head from Victoria’s gripping thighs.

With Victoria out of her mouth Ting continued squeezing and releasing my cock with her pussy.  It felt like my head was going to start spinning on my shoulders so great was my pleasure.  I soon climaxed and after a relaxing period I withdrew and crawled off of Ting.  I reflected that I owned her and she was willing to use her considerable talents on the both of us.  Such a prize would need to be nurtured and treated with care.

So, Ting was now a willing part of my stable.  I had never thought of it that way but it seemed quite natural.  After conferring with the Captain I walked along the side deck and entered my cabin.  Victoria was brushing Ting’s hair and I found the picture quite pleasant.  I stared at Ting for a while and came up with a plan to use both of them for sex.

“Tie Ting to the bed.” I told Victoria.

She led Ting to the bed and undressed her because she knew how I liked her.  Gently pushing and prodding Ting onto the bed was uneventful.  Victoria then tied ropes to Tings wrists and leaving some slack tied the other end to the bedposts.  This left Ting some freedom of movement.  Ting was watching my face trying to guess what I would do to her.  I sat on the bed beside Ting and told Victoria to sit on the opposite side.

I told Victoria, “hold her nipples and pull on them.”

When she lifted up Ting’s nipples Ting grimaced and twisted around on the bed and Victoria let go of them.

I frowned and said, “Get a better grip next time.”

Victoria gripped Tings nipples and lifted which got the desired result of Ting twisting and squirming around but no matter how much she twisted and whispered pleas Victoria held on.  I told Victoria to let her go.  Before Ting could calm herself I jammed my thumb into her mouth.  Her eyes looked at me for a while then she slowly moved her head back and forth, first sucking on my thumb then licking it with her tongue.

I was feeling particularly brutal that day.  I untied Ting from the bed and drug her to the floor. I put a big cushion on the floor and told Ting to kneel on it.  I knelt down behind her and pulled her wrists behind her back.  I tied one end of a rope around one wrist and wound the rope around her other wrist, securing them together.  Next I took another piece of rope and tied her ankles together loosely. Finally I pulled the ankle rope tight and looped it over her wrists.  Pulling down on it I tied it to her wrists.  She was now pretty immovable and I could do anything I wanted to her.

I walked around in front of her and said, “Open up.”

She opened her small mouth and looked up at me with her big eyes.

“Suck it.” I ordered.

Her head began moving back and forth.  I let her work on it for a while and when I was rigid with excitement I reached under her neck and lifted the long strands of her hair up.  Using her hair I slowed her down.  I forced her to only slide my cock in and out about once per second.  I maintained this slow luxurious rhythm for quite a while before I used my fingers to comb her hair into two ponytails on the sides of her head.

In order to get a good grip I took several turns of her hair around my hand and said, “Get ready.”

Then using her hair as handles I pulled her head toward my abdomen.  My cock got stuck on her tongue or she was trying to stop me from going down her throat.  So I rocked her head left and right while pulling her strongly toward me and was rewarded with the rest of my cock disappearing into her mouth and her lips pressed against my hairy crotch.  I held her in that position for maybe ten seconds before pulling her head off me by her hair.  When her mouth was clear she gasped a bit and coughed.  I simply kept a grip on her hair until she had recovered before doing the same thing again.  This time I held her for another ten seconds before letting her slide off my cock.

I looked into her eyes and asked, “Ready?”

She looked up at me and nodded.  This time I yanked her and roughly fucked her mouth until I came, a matter of maybe twenty more seconds.  I held her in place until my dick had stopped jerking and relaxed my hold on her hair.  Her eyes were closed as she swallowed vigorously.

“Good girl.”  I said.

I untied her and lay down on the bed.  She joined me and after a few minutes said, “I like it when you force your dick down my throat.”

I was pretty stunned but elated at hearing such a declaration.  I could hardly wait until I would be ready to do it again.

After a good night’s sleep I decided it was time to demonstrate to Ting another duty she was to perform.  I led Victoria by her arm to the padded table and laid her on it face up.  I beckoned Ting to come near and started fitting straps around Victoria’s wrists and waist.  Then I put a strap into Ting’s hand and pushed it near Victoria’s ankle.  Ting pushed the strap through the slots and buckled it around Victoria’s ankle.  Handing Ting another strap I pushed her hand to the other ankle.  This time she didn’t hesitate but pulled it snugly around Victoria’s other ankle.

Now I was ready to drain Victoria of some blood.  I was afraid that Ting might think I was a monster from Chinese folklore so I went slowly and gauged her reaction.  She was a little squeamish when I pushed the hollow needle in and started blood dripping into the jar.  She watched with interest as the little jar got half full.  I then stopped the flow, removed the needle and stuck a plaster to Victoria’s arm.

I picked up the jar and while seated at the table drank it from the jar.  Ting watched with big eyes of surprise but didn’t seem very alarmed.  When I was done I sat the jar on the table and taking Ting by the arm I led her to the table and pushed her down toward it.  Her eyes were big but she obediently lay down on it.  Just like before, Victoria and I strapped Ting to the padded table.

I forced Tings head to look away while I inserted the needle.  She took a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft keening in her throat but I soon had her blood dripping into the jar again.  Ting turned to watch but seemed relatively relaxed.  Victoria helped by smoothing Ting’s long black hair and gently stroking her breasts and shoulders.

To my amazement her petting and smoothing relaxed Ting to the point I thought she was going to sleep.  She closed her eyes and started breathing more slowly.  When the jar was half full again I stopped the drip and removed the needle.  I left Ting laying there while I sipped on her blood.  It was red but not bright in color and slid down my throat very quickly.  It had more body than Victoria’s yet pleasant.

While I was drinking Ting’s blood, Victoria wound Tings hair up and pinned it to the top of her head.  Ting seemed to enjoy this attention even though she was still belted to the table.  After a while Victoria and I unbelted Ting and assisted her to a chair by the table.  Victoria got her a glass of fresh water and Ting drank some of it.  I was pretty happy.

I had a sufficient supply of young blood, two lovely girls to play with, a servant to clean up and two heads of long luxurious hair to fondle and pull.  We were sailing on the ocean and nobody to fret about anybody turning up missing. That night I slept with one beauty on each side and didn’t wake up until the sun was well up and Ting had a pot of coffee and two cups set on the table. Ting was certainly bringing an improvement to my lifestyle.  Besides, having two girls to supply me with fresh blood didn’t tax either.  Or render her useless for a day or so.

While we were sailing in the Mediterranean the idea that Ting was my servant got me to thinking of her as a useful implement.  As such she could be put away like a deck chair when not in use.  To this end I went to a woodworking shop at the next port and waited while the carpenter built me some pieces.  One of these pieces was about an arms breadth long and as thick as a man’s wrist.  I had some holes drilled in the outer ends and also a few in the middle.

Returning to my yacht I raised Ting to her feet and ran ropes around her wrists and through the outer holes.  A long rope tied through the central hole and looped over a spar brace near the ceiling left Ting with her arms outstretched above her head.  I admired her for a while and then turned to Victoria.  Leaving Ting watching us I tied Victoria’s wrists to opposite bed posts.  I wanted Ting to see just how vulnerable Victoria was so I rolled up a quilt and raising her waist I put the quilt under her stomach.

This made her ass higher than the rest and her pussy as plainly visible as a side lantern.  I enjoyed the tableau so much I sat at the table for a while and admired them.  I had one hanging and one waiting.  I got up and slipped a finger first into Tings mouth and next into Victoria’s mouth.  I wanted them both and saw that any part of their bodies were mine to play with as I pleased.

To pound home the point I had rough sex with Victoria.  I straddled her legs and slipped my rigid dick into her pussy.  I then reached back and pulled her lower legs towards her hips.  This opened her pussy more and allowed me to go deeper inside her than any other position.  At other times I had struck her uterus from this position.  Now Victoria was gasping from feeling my cock exploring her innards.  I had the thought that if I rammed into her hard enough my cock would come out her mouth.

From her position hanging at the side of my cabin Ting was watching this with wide eyes.  She could hear Victoria grunting from having her insides reamed.  Victoria’s ankles were now hooked in my elbows.  I picked up a hank of hair in each hand and started pulling it tighter and tighter while Victoria’s head and neck stretched further and further toward the ceiling.  So every part of her body was tight and under tension, a situation I much enjoyed.

Knowing Ting was watching us with wide eyes only enhanced my pleasure.  Just before I climaxed Victoria yelled and I think every muscle in her body jerked, which pleased me to know she had reached satiation.

I left Ting hanging there for a few hours until I felt like sleeping.  I then untied her wrists but left the bar hanging there.  She unsteadily walked to her cabin which I locked, the stress of dangling from the ceiling taking a toll on her.

Next day Ting tried to escape by breaking out of her locked cabin.  I was alerted when I heard stealthy scraping sounds coming from inside her cabin.  I listened outside for a while then unlocked the door and found her twiddling with the cabin window.  She turned to me and then looked away guiltily.

“What are you doing?” I said.

She turned her head away and kept her lips tightly shut together.

“Are you trying to get out your window?  Do you know we are hundreds of miles from dry land?”

Again she just turned away and refused to say anything.

“Come with me.”  I told her.

If she escaped I would be found out and that would mean my death. I needed to punish her in a manner that would give her pause before she tried it again.

Entering my cabin I bent her over a sofa and tied her hands to its front legs.  Pulling down her panties and pushing her dress up over her waist left little doubt in her mind what her fate was.  She began rattling on in Chinese while pleading with her eyes not to whip her.

I said, “You have committed a severe crime.”

I then pushed one end of a towel into her mouth and continued pushing it in until her mouth was stuffed with it.  Then I retrieved a rod and began pounding her ass with it.  Between blows I told her that her punishment would last for days.  Accordingly I only used the rod on her for half a dozen blows before stopping.  I left her there bent over double and vowed to leave her there for at least three days, only letting her up to use the bathroom and then tying her into position again.

I started thinking of ways to give her an experience that she could not forget.  I went to her and picked up her long black hair.  I could pull it with my hands but I felt a more esoteric method was called for.  As I stared at the long sheath of hair in my hand an idea began to form in my mind.  What if I could part her hair into several locks and put a continual pull on each lock indefinitely?  I considered a violin where each string was individually tensioned by turning a screw.  If I could build something like that it would allow me to vary the tension on each lock to a very minute degree.

Accordingly I asked the Captain to make port. I searched out a wood worker and drew what I had in mind.

He told me, “It’ll be ready in a couple of days.”

Within the next few days I had my new violin toy aboard ship and was anxious to put it to use.

It was a wood piece about a foot square which stood on its side with many one inch holes drilled through.    Each of the holes near the center was mitered and highly polished.   In the center was an oval hole just big enough for a woman’s head to fit into it. Tapering slotted wood pins went into these holes. These pins had a three or four inch handle at the end.  Each pin was sawn down its length stopping an inch or so before reaching the handle.

I seated Ting in a chair next to the table.  I pulled her hands behind her back and secured them to the back of the chair, utilizing ropes around each wrist and each elbow.  I wanted to make certain she couldn’t move.  I asked her if she would ever try to escape again but again Ting just looked to the side.

Setting down the violin, I pulled back on all the hair that was framed by the oval hole and pulled it through the hole.  Next I wrapped leather straps around her forehead and buckled it tight. I picked up the hair coming out of the hole.  Separating it into locks I pushed a lock of hair through a split pin and rolled the lock up on the pin.  When it was near a hole on the outside of the square I pushed it into a hole on the outer edge and turned it until the lock was pulled tight.

When all that hair was gripped by pins I started on the hair not through the oval hole.  I combed out a lock of her hair from a two inch square area of her head.   At this point she was crying and tears trickled down her cheeks since she knew I liked to torture her hair.  I continued combing out and rolling locks of her hair through a pin.  I inserted the pin into a hole on the outer edge and rotated it until her head was tight against the piece and then pushed the pin into the hole strongly.  I put a finger on the now stretched lock and found there was only a little give to it.  It was working like I hoped.  I repeated this for each lock until all her hair was held tightly by a pin.  As I pulled the last lock out and shoved its pin into its hole, her head was held unmovable against the board by her hair.

This caused her to say something in her native tongue while pleading with her eyes to stop her torture. Again tapping on the locks of hair I could tell that they were equally strained.  I saw tears pouring down her cheeks and a stream of Chinese pleading for mercy.  To heck with making a pretense of punishing!  This was so invigorating that I was mostly hard already.  Victoria watched in astonishment from the chair she was tied to.

The picture she made and the long drawn out moans she was making had me erect as a rock.  I untied her hands from the chair and retied them behind her back and holding my violin I pushed and pulled her to the bedroom where I laid her on the bed lying on her side.  After tying ropes around her ankles and knees I retrieved Victoria from the salon and made her stand on one side of the bed to watch.

By this time Ting was sobbing uncontrollably and rolling her eyes sideways trying to see what I had done to her long black hair.  Pushing and pulling Ting I arranged her so her pussy was staring at me from the edge of the bed.  I squeezed her bum and thighs with both hands, gloating at how soft and smooth she was.  Finally I inserted my cock in her pussy and started to push in and out.  This rocking action rolled her head around on the bed but the heavy violin didn’t move so she began grunting rhythmically in time with my pushes.

When I pushed, she grunted and when I pulled she sharply gasped in a breath.  We were making sexual music!  I was highly aroused but held out as long as I could to prolong my pleasure.  Ting had figured out her hair would continue being yanked until I was finished so she began contributing by pushing back against me each time I pushed in, even though it added to the pain her hair was causing her.  The sounds she made, the picture of her hair being yanked, and the feelings on my cock all came together at once.  I pulled back as hard as I could on her hips and climaxed so hard I feared my blood would boil in my veins.

After I pulled out of her I told Victoria to start pulling the pins from the violin and release Ting’s mane.  She did and I listened to Ting moan pitifully when the tension was eased on each of her locks. This process took quite a while and the cabin was filled with piteous moans the whole time.  Thinking about this I wondered how my violin would work resting on top of her head.  Perhaps even with her hands affixed to the violin.  I liked that idea and promised to treat myself by trying it out next time.

After Tings thick mane was all released I noticed her waterfall ended in a mass of curls surrounding her hips.  It made her look even more sexy and exotic.  I picked one up and tested its springiness by straightening it and then letting it go.  It immediately sprang back into a hollow tube about a foot long.  I loved the feel of stretching it out and then letting it spring back.

Victoria surprised me by exclaiming, “I want my hair to look like hers!”

I said, “You know that this curling and pulling is very painful, don’t you?”

She answered, “Yes, but I can stand it.”

I looked at her beautiful wavy brown hair and thought it would be hard to improve on its beauty.  Nevertheless I sat her in a chair with the violin behind her.  I wet her mane to make the locks easier to pull.  I sectioned and tied off all her hair in the oval hole.  Next I threaded each lock through a hole and slipped that lock into the slot on a pin and wound it up tightly before pushing it into a hole.  As I progressed I could see that Victoria was in pain from the twisted expression on her face but she never asked for mercy.  I continued pulling and twisting until all her hair was firmly attached to my violin.  She reached back and touched her locks of hair and fingered them for a while.

“Let’s dry it on the after deck.” She said.

With Tings help we carried the violin with her stretched hair to the after deck and rested the violin on a table.  The warm breeze from the ocean dried it shortly and we carried the violin with Victoria attached back to the salon.  Since Ting was familiar with this gadget I told her to unwind Victoria’s hair.  It took a good half hour but when it was all freed Victoria stood up and swept her hair in front of her so she could see the results.   I had to admit she was striking.  She had a huge mass of curls hanging from her arm to her knees.  I pulled on a curl and when I let go it flew back into a curl.

“Please, can I walk through the port to show off my hair?” Victoria asked.

“Sure”, I replied.

Truthfully I wanted to see the look on the local’s faces when they saw her.

I started to lock Ting in her cabin but she begged, “Take me along so I can show off my curls also,” to which I agreed but Ting started crying because she only had her old slave dress to wear so Victoria told her to try on her spare dress which naturally didn’t fit but could be tightened with tucks and pins but then Tings shoes were not right so the two of them spent about an hour selecting shoes and fitting socks and extra socks because the shoes were too big.

Finally we walked down the gangplank into the port.  Strolling through the streets I saw men gaping at my two beauties and women trying to get a closer look at their hair.  It was very gratifying to know I owned both of these beauties. We found a sidewalk cafe where we had dinner then shopped at a clothing store to find something more elegant for Ting.  With Victoria’s help we dressed her in a fashionable dress.  I bought two corsets and had the shop girl help me put them on my two girls and show us how to lace them up.  I was infatuated with the look and pulled the laces slightly tighter.  With their beauty and their tiny waists they were gorgeous. Their beauty attracted a lot of attention from the local men but I wouldn’t allow them to stop and chat as the men tried desperately to start up a conversation.

Strolling back to the ship with a beauty on each arm I thought, how lucky I am. It almost seemed that I was leading not only a normal life but one filled with satisfaction also.  Not having to hide was exhilarating to me.

That night I wanted Victoria to give me pleasure for an extended period of time.  I took off all her clothes and brushed out her wavy brown hair.  Laying her face down in my bed I tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together.  She waited helplessly while I undressed and dragged her to just the position I wanted, her head located about three feet from the head board.  I then leisurely undressed and got into bed with my legs on either side of the prone Victoria.  I pulled the bed covers up to her shoulders and told her to take me in her mouth and just hold my cock inside.

I lay there in happy arousal.  I refused to allow her any motion so I wouldn’t become over stimulated.  This left her with enough cock to fill her mouth but not cut off her air.  I stroked her hair and petted her shoulders all the while feeling her soft breasts on my thighs.  Occasionally I would grasp her breasts and move them to a more stimulating spot on my upper legs, or push them together to hang between my legs.  I don’t remember when I fell asleep but I certainly slept soundly knowing my cock was in safe keeping encased in her mouth.  Apparently she fell asleep too because in the morning she was still faithfully holding me in her mouth.

We cleared the Straits of Gibraltar and made a course Northward toward Lisbon Portugal where we planned to stay for a while.  It was now summer and I was enjoying the sunny climate even though I couldn’t be exposed to direct sunlight.  By wearing a wide brimmed hat and clothing which shielded my skin from its direct rays I would be all right.

 

CHAPTER FIVE

Watching as she kneels, her spreading thighs taut as her knees sink into the plush pallid carpet covering the immediate area of the hardwood flooring in front of the hearth; I casually sip on my liquid refreshment before placing it toward the side.   Already in the rhythm of masturbating herself for me and my guest, her practically unblinking eyes focused on mine while methodically working her fingers partially in and out of her spreading slit, her naked body glistens as her thumb manipulates her clit while her fingers work her silky smooth vagina.  Breasts pendulous, yet auspiciously firm rising across her bowing chest, the fire crackles behind the mesh grate the width of the stone mantel, defining her exquisite silhouette.

The mahogany paneled den mostly in shadows, darkening ever further as the flames flicker around the nearly burnt down logs, I sit back relaxing in my favorite overstuffed lounger, my leather garbed companion sitting on the other side of the end table in a matching chair.  The steady but gentle pattern of the raindrops across the window panes overlooking the terrace leading to the back of the estate, the occasional illumination of the room by flashes of heat lightning just adds to the environment of our evening.  Reaching again for the goblet on the stand beside me, nodding, signaling her to be more animated while massaging her vagina, I can’t help from watching those youthful yet invitingly large breasts sway, jaunt even further outward toward her armpits as she obeys, arches her shoulders for me as her fingers burrow in past her second knuckles.

Continuing to contort in the proper pose of one of my favorite positions I’ve trained her to maintain for these occasions as I nod my approval, I relaxingly sip the Sherry, allowing the glass to offhandedly roll about in my hand.  Sensing her bowed body twitching in the shadows, her obedient eyes initiating an almost glazed expression in the flickering light, I motion with my free hand for her story to begin as I smile toward my invited guest for the evening, the Dominatrix who assisted me with Jo’s coming out exercise.

An acknowledging nod by Jo, a firm breath, an obvious brief hesitation of her fingers, she takes her cue.

“Master… Master and Madam… Tonight my tale’s about the… The abduction of my friend and me and the torment and humiliation we were subjected too during a spring break a couple years ago. If you grant me the time to listen.”

Speaking in her still almost youthful yet borderline mesmerizing tone as her shoulders settle into their proper arched back position, her dark eyes remain focused on mine as its obvious she’ trying to block out the thought of our guest’s presence.  Releasing her fingers from across her twitching clit, her hands slowly sliding across her thighs palms up, again she continues with the proper protocol to begin delivering her story.

Keeping my stern gaze on her, another slow swig, the glass not yet half empty, I glance toward the end table, sit the wine on its doily, a crisp white cloth protector of the mahogany surface.  Glancing back toward my kneeling, naked slave, giving another nod with an added couple flicks back and forth of the wrist, I allow her to continue, both the story and the masturbation.

“We were in the back of her van.”

“She had just won the wet t-shirt contest earlier at the biker bar. She begins as a hand slides down her thigh, a finger and thumb again parting her already moist slit while her other hand slips down across her pubic area.  I’d lost our wager between us who’d get the trophy and as runner-up this time I had to lick her pussy as payment.  Her eyes momentarily glancing toward the guest, tracing her finger past the side of the nub of her exposed clit, she kind of quivers, hesitates, allows the tip of her curling tongue to brush across her lower lip before continuing in an uneven tone. Both of us naked and laying on the floor.  Her legs were spread with her knees straddling my shoulders. I was working my tongue between her thighs. Letting just the tip brush across her clitoris as I could feel it swelling. Could taste its moistness.

Listening to her breaking voice above the flickering flames mixing with the patter across the outside windowsills, I rest my arms across the chair, relaxed, comfortable, even with my forced stern expression for her benefit.  Admiring her body, watching her every twitch, her perfect skin evenly tanned, glistening from the fresh shower and a rubdown with body lotion, without really paying any attention to her halfhearted rambling, I nod for her to continue.  The slightest pause as her fingertip relocates her clit, glides back and forth across the exposed nub as her other hand spreads her cunt lips just a little wider, I enjoy watching her breasts seductively twitch as she continues on with her boringly bland tale.

Hearing her moaning. Her titties bouncing. And swaying as she arched her back and gripped the sides of the van while she pushed her pussy against my mouth. I sucked her clit between my lips, bit down with my teeth.

Another pause, a deep breath again causing her globular mounds to jaunt invitingly outward with a couple firm bounces, another flick of the tip of her tongue across her lower lip before continuing on, I cross my arms while sitting back, watch her hips already showing signs of trembling, her stomach flexing, hollowing beneath those heaving breasts between her manipulating arms. A stern nod of my head causing her to continue, she mutters as her face reddens.

“She grunted. Forcing almost a scream as I twisted. Tugged my head back and forth. Bit her clit just like she did mine sometimes when she sucked on my cunt.”

Her face flushed, eyes again focusing obediently on mine, her mind obviously working, trying to fill in the details, assembling the use of vulgar descriptions to appease me, it’s obvious she’s still more then a tad uncomfortable with the perimeters I allow for her story telling.  As stated, her voice is still youthfully innocent, yet seductive enough to pleasantly listen too, but it’s given that special edge each time she becomes embarrassed as she tries to describe her anatomy or something sexual. I guess that’s what helps make her stories so enticing, not the thoughts involved, they’re rather novice, it’s more so her reactions while describing them, the almost humiliated tone of her voice like right now, her likewise innocent girlish expression, let alone her pronounced body language as she tries to offer out the profanities, especially with our added guest listening.

My dreaded back and forth nod as I reach back for the Sherry with my mock scowl, noticing her dark areolas shriveling, the hardening nipples jiggling across her swaying breasts; it’s obvious her clit’s already responding to her self inflicted masturbation, even as I nod, halt her story line.

“Enough!” My tone harsh, the look stern, I watch her freeze in place, her cunt lips still stretching between her fingertips, her clit still pressed flat into her moist slit by a now trembling thumb.

“Jo… Jo… Jo!”

In my best scolding tone, the instant welling of her blinking eye’s, I slowly twist my head from side to side, glancing toward the Dom, her black latex gloves glistening with the flexing fingers of one hand gliding back and forth across the back of the other.  I can feel my cock swelling as Jo’s susceptible body quivers in the shadowy darkness, her naked vulnerability obviously intoxicating to the both of us watching her.

“Pathetic!”

My voice no longer scolding, more taking on the disappointed, even hurtful tone, I sit the glass back down, the slightest of a splash spilling over the rim.  Glancing toward the amber speckled stain across the doily, again shaking my head slowly back and forth, I lean forward, motion her toward me.

“Hands behind your neck. Bring those tits over here toward us.”

Seeing the response of her perplexed look, watching her hesitatingly sliding one leg in front of the other across the floor as her fingers almost instantaneously interlock behind her head, I watch her breasts’ rhythmic bouncing, swaying toward her sides as she obeys my strict command scraping her knees through the carpet obediently toward me.

Shuffling her naked body in front of me until her breasts are actually pressed out above my knees, she again assumes her spread-eagled position with her torso thrusting forward, buttocks arched back.  Her eyes fixed across her spread nipples, her moist lips parted with just a hint of a quiver, I can feel the softness of the bottoms of her globular mounds brushing across my thighs.  Reaching out toward her, compressing her areolas between my thumbs and forefingers, she struggles to refrain from moaning as I slowly twist, tug at the thickening nubs.

“Jo… That’s the best I can expect of you?”  I whisper in the hurtful tone as I manipulate the hardening nubs.  “What do you think our guest thinks of this drivel?… Why aren’t you better prepared to entertain our guest?”

“Sorry… I… I’m sorry Master.”  Her voice lowering as she answers till almost a whisper, her eyes welling up as she blinks away a noticeable tear streaking down her cheek, dripping across her thrust out breast.

Glancing toward the Dom, her gaze transfixed toward my hands, Jo’s stretching nipples, I let my fingertips slip from the thick nubs, watch the pendulous breasts bounce together above her chest before gently swaying.

“I think you need to apologize to her.”  I scold, nodding toward our guest.  “Kneel in front of her… To start with… Offer those tits out to her.”

Glancing toward the appreciative stare of the Dom, I add. “Maybe tonight she can give you some pointers for a better story… I think you should at the least ask her to punish those titties with her fingernails for starters… For such ineptitude.”

That lingering look on her almost innocent face before reluctantly turning, her glance downward as her breasts begin to again firmly sway as she faces away, the dark jiggling aureoles spreading high on the full mounds, its obvious Jo realizes her breasts are about to get the Dom’s strict, painful attention even as she still obediently thrusts her chest outward.  Another shuffling of her knees, allowing her globular mounds to jaunt outward toward my guest that’s already in the process of preparing herself, slipping one glove, the other slowly off her hands exposing the curling, bright red manicured fingernails, I watch as again I reach for my refreshment, enjoy a sip as Jo reaches the front of the other chair.

Watching the Dom’s arms reaching outward, listening to Jo’s moans immediately rising above the steady drone of the pelting raindrops escalating across the windowsill, the Dom’s cupped hands lifting, separating Jo’s firm mounds, her long fingernails sinking into the tender tit flesh, melding and twisting, stretching and tugging as Jo’s naked body arches back while she continues to obediently kneel in her spread-eagled position, I’ve become the willing, even eager spectator.

“Isn’t there something you should be asking me?”

The Dom’s voice thickly accented, stern, even harsh as she leans forward, her face just inches from Jo’s as the tips of her fingernails disappear between the tugged nubs and areolas of Jo’s stretching breasts.

“Oomph!… Ooohh!”

Her firm mounds being stretched outwards, upwards in the tightening grip, biting her lower lip as she mutters, Jo’s head tilts defensively back, her braided ponytail swaying across her arching back as her knuckles whiten behind her neck.

I said, “Isn’t there something you want me to do for being so unprepared… For disrespecting your Master… And his guest?”

“Hurt… Oomph!… Hurt my bre… Breasts… Oomph!”

Jo’s voice breaking between responding to the nails sinking into her tit flesh, trying to  restrain her moans as she glances downward toward the fingers twisting, pinching, she struggles to finish, to beg to be hurt in the proper style trained in.

“Please… Please hurt me… My titties… Hurt my nipples!… Please Ma… Madam!… Oomph!… Hurt me for… For offending you!”

My little slave girl squirming, her naked body glistening as it seductively arches, quivers in front of the starkly contrasting Dominatrix in her black leather garb, the light from the fireplace flickers across the den, the Dom’s face as she glances toward me.  Glancing back from one to the other, the youthful, oozing sexiness of Jo, the more mature yet classic beauty of the Dom, I can sense its going to be a long night for my cock, the Dom’s going to have to earn her time with Jo by satisfying me first.

“I think a nice breast compression. Then again how about a breast suspension with a proper flogging across her cunt?… Now that should be in order.”

She rasps as she continues gripping the firm melons in her grasp as her eyes focuses on mine.

“You do have the necessary equipment… I assume… And of course the proper facility to hang her… Spread her from so I can administer to her?”

Her matter of fact tone mingling with her accent lends to the atmosphere of the moment as I tip the glass, finish the Sherry in a final couple gulps.  The pleading glance from Jo, the tears streaking off her cheeks as she struggles to stifle her groans almost has me feeling a tad sorry for her, but then again, just a tad, it seems my attention’s on fucking the Dom.

“Of course.”  I offer.

“Just the facility… Down in the basement. Follow me.”

Standing, the empty glass slid across the doily, I feel my heartbeat escalating as the Dom stands, hoists Jo upward from her knees by her elongating breasts.

“Before the nights’ over she’ll have plenty of fodder for her next tale.”

She offers as she glances into Jo’s welling eyes.  Glancing back toward me, our eyes connecting, she continues as our bodies brush.

“She’ll be able to give explicit descriptions of how it feels to have the full weight of her body hanging by her tits as her cunt’s flogged raw from between her spread thighs.”

“Yes.”  I add as I tap her on a leather covered butt cheek.  “And you’ll have something to remember too while we let her hang there alone for awhile.”

THE END