by Zara Novak
Fuck this. Time to eat. I’m starving.
I pushed up from the mattress and tore through the food left in the box beside the bed. I washed it down with water from the gallon jug and then I collapsed onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as I replayed the last few hours over in my head.
I half considered ordering a book from the library, but sleep must have reclaimed me again at some point. I ended up wrapping myself in the sheets and making a cocoon on the mattress. Being Vincent’s slave was more tiring than I realized.
Strange dreams haunted me. They were vivid and lifelike, much clearer than my dreams usually were. It wasn’t often that my dreams were of a sexual nature, usually I was just running away from my parents or being chased by dark figures.
This dream was different.
I was in a black and smoky void, nothing else in the vicinity apart from a four-poster bed with black satin sheets. A figure came towards me in the darkness, completely naked, dissecting me with bright red eyes that glittered like fire.
Vincent.
There were no words or discussion. He just put his hand on my face and then took me in his embrace. The vampire pulled me to the bed and lay me down gently, his lips kissing my neck and collarbone.
Yes.
My legs were open wide, baring my sex to him as he prepared to enter. It felt like I had been waiting for this for so long. I couldn’t take it any longer. He took his cock and pushed it up against my slick entrance, sliding in deep until he was buried up to the hilt.
Oh god.
He felt so good inside, stretching my tight virgin walls to the point of breaking. I pulled him in close and kissed him, my voice echoing through the void all around me as he thrust his hips back and forth.
His. Forever. No one else’s.
I felt such a deep and complete lust that it left me feeling dizzy. He was the missing puzzle piece I had been waiting for all this time, the part that answered all the questions I had never had answers to.
Together we rose to a steep and maddening crescendo, but before the dream could take me there, I felt something change in the air. He was kissing my neck and then I felt blinding pain. I pushed him away and saw blood running down his front. His teeth were sharp like daggers. His eyes were black and empty.
“What’s the matter?” he said, his voice now a choral and demonic drone. “Did you really think I’d be your savior slave?”
I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out, the monster rushed back at me, sinking its teeth into my throat and drinking down deep, still fucking me as it slowly drank me to death.
“Why?” I gasped.
“Help,” the creature answered before returning to my neck. “I need your help, Rachel.”
When the darkness came, I gave up. At that same moment I opened my eyes and found myself back in the cell. My right hand was between my legs and my fingers were soaking wet. I was moaning gently into the darkness. I threw back the cover and looked down to realize my thighs and crotch were slick with my juices.
I had been touching myself in my sleep.
This is what he does to me.
I only realized then that my breath was racing. I hadn’t actually come yet, but I was so close to the breaking point that I might as well push myself now I was here. Without hesitating I put my fingers back on my pussy and dropped my head to the mattress. It only took a few seconds before the pressure inside of me shattered like a chorus of erupting fire. I had to bite down on the covers to stifle my scream. I came so forcefully that my legs and torso shook like an earthquake.
Fuck it felt good.
When the orgasm finally finished, I sucked the juices from my fingers. I was too horny to care anymore. I was so happy to finally get release that I could scream. For a few quiet moments I lay on the mattress, a puddle of exhaustion and warmth, lying in complete and utter bliss.
Then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye, right at the edge of my periphery. Turning my head, I squinted at the far corner of the cell room and saw the blinking red light on the camera looking over the cell.
He was watching me.
I sat up straight away, a new pang of fear quickly erasing any elation my stolen orgasm had brought. Maybe there was a chance the camera hadn’t caught me. I had been under the sheet after all, I could always just try and play ignorant.
That idea didn’t take into account that literally not one thing had fallen in my favor my entire life. It was only seconds after that I heard the footsteps in the corridor outside. The key turned in the lock and the door opened, revealing the silhouette of a tall and broad man.
Vincent stepped into the room and shut the door with the flick of his hand. His red eyes burned with the promise of feral ferocity. He had a belt in his right hand, and a chain in the other.
“Oh slave,” he said, his voice laced with a note of amusement. He was naked except for a pair of black boxers. “I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he said. “You finally gave in.”
“I’m sorry master,” I said. To my surprise I actually did sound desperately sorry. Perhaps I was so afraid of the ensuing punishment I hoped sincerity might make him forgive me.
Like he ever would.
He just shook his head and laughed. The sound had no amusement in it. I looked at his hands and found myself wondering what was coming next. The belt I could figure out, but what about the chain?
“And I thought you were doing so well. But, oh well. We can go right back to the start. You have to play by the rules little slave, especially if you want to earn my trust.”
“It won’t happen again,” I pleaded, sincerely meaning it.
“Oh, I know that. But let’s not digress.” Vincent stepped into the room, the chain rattling in his hand. The leather belt caught the firelight and glistened for a moment. “You have broken the rules, and now you need to pay for it. It’s time for your punishment.”
Chapter 5
Rachel
He walked forward, silent fury and dark amusement burning with every calculated step. I found myself genuinely fearful of him. With each step the reds of his eyes seemed to darken until there was only a deep and maddening darkness.
Just like the dream.
“Stand up, slave,” he ordered, his voice void of any emotion. I did as he said. He moved the belt and chain into the same hand and used the other to grab my hair, wrapping it around his hand so it was a leash.
Without a word he pulled me off the mattress and across the cold stone floor.
As you walked into the room the mattress was pushed up again the far-left corner. The room was wider than it was deep, though still deep enough that there was room for three mattresses on the length of the short wall. The two windows were on the wide wall ahead of you as you entered the room.
Vincent pulled me to the middle of the short wall on the left, just a few feet away from the mattress. He let go of my hair and looked up at some fixed point in the darkness above him. “Kneel,” he said without glancing back at me. I did so, bringing my knees to the cold floor. Without talking again he handed the belt back to me and I took it, knowing that he wanted me to hold it. He then approached the wall while holding the chain and lifted it up. I kept my eyes forward, feeling as though he would want me to remain still, but curiosity took over me and I saw him threading the chain through a large ring on the wall, one that was about seven feet off the ground.
How had I not noticed that before?
Vincent brought the chain back down to the ground and when he turned around again, I noticed he had something else: an iron collar.
What?!
Where had that even come from?
“Stand,” he said, his voice flat and firm. I did so and he fixed the collar around my neck, using a small key to lock it around me properly. He then threaded the chain through a hoop on the collar and pulled it taut until I was forced to move closer to the wall. Vincent pulled on it a few times as though to test the strength. He seemed satisfied with the result.
“Master,” I began, but he simply put his finger against my lips to silence me. I had no idea what to expect next, but I didn’t expect what did happen. He took the belt, walked out of the room and left without saying another word.
The door was still open. I could hear his footfall echoing away into the castle. I looked back at the chain leading from my neck to the ring on the wall above me. Though my wrists had shackles too I could currently move my arms as normal. I wrapped my hands around the chain and yanked it a few times, wondering if I could pull the ring from the wall.
As things stood, I didn’t have enough slack to get back to the bed, which was a few feet away from me. Was that part of this punishment? Make me spend the night on cold stone?
I was already freezing. I shivered at the thought. Vincent was cruel, but was he that cruel? There was no point in purposefully giving a slave pneumonia.
All of the worst scenarios started to run through my head. I didn’t even notice his return until he walked into the room, holding a chair with a velvet padding. Vincent came forward and set the chair down a few feet away from the wall. He sat down on it, facing me.
“Come,” he said, patting his lap gently. “Lie down.”
I glanced at the belt in his hand and swallowed. So, this was the punishment. I walked forward across the stone, the chain rattling through the ring on the wall, and lay down over his thighs. My breath was already racing from nerves.
Vincent’s weight shuffled on the chair as he prepared to punish me.
“Tell me slave,” he said. “How should I punish you?”
I froze. I hadn’t expected that. “I don’t know, sir.”
He chuckled. I could feel his cock rock hard against my stomach. “Give me a number.”
I understood. How many times should he brandish my ass with that leather? He’d already taken his hand to me, that I had actually enjoyed, even if it did hurt. This though? This was a whole different story.
“Three?” I guessed.
Without warning the first strike came down.
Crack.
The belt snapped through the air, doubled over in his hand to make a loop. It connected with my ass perfectly, painting the tender white flesh with a band of red-hot fire that burned through the skin.
“Fuck!” I said, roaring out the pain. I clenched from head to toe, my feet and hands balling tight.
He brought it down again.
Crack.
This time the leather caught the tops of my thighs and my pussy. I swore louder this time, even going as far to curse my master himself. The pain from the belt lingered on my skin in a way his hand hadn’t. It was sharper, as though it penetrated further.
And he brought it down one more time, the leather christening me in the fires of discipline.
Crack.
He stopped and I heard my breath racing. I could only focus on the heat blaring on my ass and the weight of his cock bulging against my stomach. He was getting off on this so much.
“Just three, slave?” he said. “You have already lost three days.”
“Days?” I stammered, glancing over my shoulder to look back at him.
“Thirty days in the chain,” he said flatly, painting the reality of the situation for the first time. “That is the punishment for disobeying my word.”
“Thirty?!” I said. “That’s insane! You’re a—”
His eyes darkened, the threat of his power cutting me off.
“Fortunately, I am a forgiving master. I believe in second chances, and every slave should have the opportunity to prove how sorry they are. Each strike of this belt takes one day off your total time. You have 27 days remaining.”
It was only then that I realized how sick and twisted this bastard actually was. It was up to me to decide how bad my punishment was.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“Are we leaving it at that then?” he said. “27 days?”
I tensed my jaw and looked away from him, still laying over his lap as I considered my options. Only hours ago I had been a queen at his side, and now here I was again, a cowering and sniveling sex slave.
I couldn’t bear the thought of being chained up like an animal for that long. As hard as the belt was, I wasn’t sure this was the punishment Vincent thought it was. It hurt at first, sure, but in the minutes after that the pain became a deep satisfying glow.
Perhaps I had underestimated just how much of a deranged bitch I really was, because at that moment I didn’t want him to stop. I heard a strange sound then. I realized I was laughing.
I didn’t know what was funny, all I knew is that I felt in control. He had underestimated me too.
Vincent seemed genuinely surprised my laughter. “I take it you want more then slave.”
“Do it, bastard. Hit me like a real man.”
I didn’t look back at him now, but I could practically imagine his lips curling in that dark way.
Then he brought the belt down again, this time it felt harder than the last. I decided not to hold back anymore, I opened my mouth and let my cries echo across the castle.
Crack.
“Fuck!”
Crack.
“Yes, master!”
Crack.
“Hit me harder, daddy!”
In some ways I felt like a spectator standing outside my own body. I had no idea who this girl was, or why she was getting off on this so badly. All I knew is that Vincent had come here expecting to walk out with a groveling slave.
No more.
At some point my cries of pain were mostly gone, and I realized I was literally just crying out in pleasure. He carried on bringing the belt down, I stopped counting somewhere around nine, which was at the same point I realized I could come from this.
Maybe he didn’t realize how excited this was making me, but that’s just what happened. We had to be somewhere between ten and twenty when another crack whipped my thigh and pussy, making my whole-body tense and shake as an unholy torrent of pleasure exploded through me and left me shouting. The punishment stopped as I came on him, my thighs pulling tight and my pussy clenching hard at how naughty this all was.
When I was finally done my throat was hoarse. All the tension left my body and my head and legs drop towards the ground. Vincent was silent for a few seconds. I heard him drop the belt. “Up,” he ordered.
I stood on shaking legs and he pushed me down onto my knees. I was still out of breath, half of my hair smushed over my face. My ass felt like it was on fire and my pussy was so wet that my thighs were covered.
I didn’t care. For the first time in my life I felt liberated.
Vincent crouched down until he was in front of me, and he considered me carefully. I could tell he hadn’t expected me to come again. This was supposed to be a punishment, but I had turned the tables on him and thrown it back in his face.
“You continue to surprise me, slave,” he said, practically whispering the words to himself.
“How many?” I said, panting the words.
“27,” he answered. “3 days remaining. If you had held out, you could have escaped the chain altogether.”
“I couldn’t help it master,” I said. “I guess you’re too good at punishing my naughty little ass.”
Another gentle smile came over him. He stood up then, hooked his boxers down and let his giant cock spring into the air. There wasn’t any further discussion, he wrapped his hands around my head and pulled me onto him. He pushed all the way in, burying the hilt of his cock against my lips, the tip of his fat cock touching the back of my throat.
He held for three seconds and pulled back; his cock covered in my saliva while I gasped for air. Then he came forward again, this time holding a little longer. Each time I felt the reflex fade away a little more.
How long before I could deepthroat him completely without having to pull
off?
I clenched with excitement at the thought.
I didn’t know if he was angry that I had turned his punishment around, or just aroused by seeing me get off. Whatever it was, a dark lust had taken over him and he was determined to use my body and degrade me. He buried his cock deep a few more times and then he pulled back so he could start fucking my mouth properly. I kept my hands between my legs like a good girl, singing pleasure through my nose while he face fucked me hard.
Maybe I was better with my mouth than I realized. It was only a minute or two before I felt him swell inside me. His cock went harder than iron and then he was bursting, streams of molten semen filling my mouth and throat.
I kept my lips firmly around his base and drank every drop down, dragging my tongue over his shaft until I was sure he was clean.
But he wasn’t done. After that he pulled his cock from my mouth and loosened the chain, still keeping me attached to the wall. He wrapped my hair around his hand and threw me onto the bed on all fours. Without another word he climbed behind me, pulled the plug out of my ass and replaced it with his cock.
My hands clawed at the mattress and my eyes bulged as he buried his cock deep in my ass. This time there was no gentle easing or a slow rhythm to start us off. He squeezed his fingers into my hips and started fucking me.
Hard.
He fucked with the force and fury of a man demented. A deranged and dark vampire punishing his slave, using her body and filling her with his seed. Marking his slave. Claiming what was his.
His powerful hips railed into me over and over again, his cock spearing deep with each forceful thrust. I screwed my eyes up tight and moaned my pleasure out loud. He pushed my face down into the mattress, lifted my ass up and fucked me even harder.
Holy shit.
My tight little ass was stretched around his mammoth cock, burning from the fire of the discipline that had already made me come. He thrust all the way in and ground his hips against me, spanking my ass with his hand while he held deep.
“Yes, master,” I moaned.
It wasn’t long until I felt him swell again. He had already claimed my mouth and now he was going to claim my ass again too. I felt him explode and gasped at how good it felt. His cock erupted inside me, filling my ass with his seed. He pulled out halfway through and continued going, his cock pumping hot ropes of semen onto my back and ass.
