Strolling forward, they bowed before their owner until they reached their knees, whereupon they kissed her toes and paused to await further instructions.
‘Fit her with the puppy outfit, slaves,’ she decreed, reaching down to stroke their smoothed midnight heads.
They scampered away, returning through the door and emerging a few minutes later with piles of black folds between them. The time of their absence was spent with the seneschal merely watching Kira with a vacant intensity, hiding what was going on in her mind from the studied slave girl.
‘Get her into it, slaves, and afterwards I might let you find some relief,’ she crooned, making the two slaves straighten with sudden shock at the words, their desperate need to expel their frustrations one that had them applying themselves to the task with verve.
The hands of the males were upon Kira, smoothing across her skin, relishing the feel of her supple young body. She could almost hear the sound of their erections straining against the internal slot of the belts. She gave a little resistance, just to have it crushed as their strong arms leant more brawn to the task and started to feed her into the uniform.
A halter neck leotard of latex was drawn onto her, the front having had two round sections removed to let her breasts spill free. Buckled straps about the base were tightened with firm pulls to make the flesh swell, her nipples growing hard, her breasts throbbing.
The zip along her back rose up and then grabbed the zip of the hood that was pulled down over her features.
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With two pointed moulded ears, it offered a mirrored visor across her eyes, and a small slot for her lips to emerge.
Stockings and gloves were dragged up her limbs, the tight dense sleeves fitted with moulded paws at her hands and knees with slits that permitted the rings of manacles and fetters to be pulled through.
One of the men grabbed her calves and bent them up against her thighs, using the incorporated straps of the hose to connect them, keeping her legs folded and stopping her from straightening them. Buckled suspenders dropped from her shoulder blades and hips to grab the rubber garments on her extremities, stopping her from sloughing off the opaque shell and finding freedom. Trapped on all fours, her fingers were lost within the sculpted mittens, and with her legs bent up and her feet pressing to her buttocks, she had no hope of getting up from this lowly pose.
A tail was slotted in at the base of her spine, the fixture allowing it to spring up and wiggle with the motions of her hips.
Reduced to the visage and limitations of a quadruped pet, she looked to her owner with tears in her eyes, hoping there would be a reprieve from her hungers.
The seneschal smiled broadly at Kira’s hidden gaze and pulled on her leash, drawing her away. Kira shuffled along, scampering as the suit demanded before nuzzling to the legs of her owner. Looking up, she stared across the glorious curves of the seneschal, burning with desire for her.
‘No, my pet, I have a different show for you,’ she stated softly, petting Kira’s head, running her hand down it to make rubber squeak against rubber.
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‘Come here, slaves,’ she ordered, making the men skip over to her, whereupon she produced a small circular key. Slipping it into their chastity belts, a turn made the crotch band spring out, their own tightly bound flesh causing it to leap from their tracts, dragging out the long thick dildos sheathed in their rears.
The males caught their imprisoning strips and set them aside, settling down onto their knees.
‘Perform for me, slaves, but do not dare finish without permission!’ she warned with grave tones, and with no further need of convincing their hands leapt around and clapped to their flesh, their shafts already rising to attention with their stifled libido.
Taking their time, relishing the feel of their masturbation, they watched the seneschal with piercing eyes, studying her curves, imagining all what they would adore doing to her. Their hands shuffled back and forth, drawing their orgasm until they were forced to stop and let it drift away, for no permission had been granted.
After a short pause they would start again, stopping and commencing, depriving themselves, gaining snippets of pleasure but gathering fuel for their angst.
‘That’s it, slaves, keep going, but don’t finish,’ the seneschal ordered, glancing down to Kira as she stared hungrily at their sexes. Her mouth was watering at the thought of enclosing her lips about their raging lengths, to gobble them up and suck free their seed. But she could gain nothing for herself save the satisfaction of providing pleasure to others as frustrated as she.
‘Now stop.’
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the frowning glare of the seneschal, they stopped, their members raised and flushed with excitement.
‘Now, my pet, go and finish them off, or did you think me blind to your desire?’ she quipped, and applied a swift hack of the cane to Kira’s rear.
Launching forward with a squeak of pain, she scuttled out of weapons range and dropped before one of the males. Her hidden eyes met his blank gaze, and she could see the burning need to have her do this written plainly in the sparkling pupils.
With a content smile she lowered her face gently into his loins, parting her lips and letting her mouth engulf him. Closing herself to the shaft she sucked in and let her tongue taste of the hints of semen his masturbation had released. Her eyes closed dreamily at the feel of being used such, of being made to service others as she herself was denied.
Kira’s head started to rise and fall, hauling at the skin, making it ride the flesh, drawing out the pleasure of the male. To further facilitate her task the tip of her tongue danced on the head of his penis, this most sensitive spot bringing out subtle spasms from her partner.
His hands started to furl into tight fists, the veins and tendons rising as he strained to hold back, to let himself gather more of her delightful pleasures before he prematurely ended the fellatio. With a spiteful grin Kira tightened her hold and hauled more forcefully, making him compliant to her demands.
The slave stiffened and wriggled in his kneeling position, torn by intense pleasure as Kira felt cool semen fill her mouth. The viscous spurt rolled upon her tongue and without care she swallowed, ensuring she milked him of all he had to give.
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When she could pull free nothing more, she cleaned his shaft with a deft tongue before she finally withdrew.
The seneschal looked down, meeting Kira’s adoring gaze before checking the results of her pet’s adoration.
‘Well done, my sweet pet. Now the other one,’ she demanded, indicating the expectant second slave with a jab of her bamboo wand. The male flicked a glance to Kira as she moved, her latex uniform issuing sharp squeals as her limbs brushed each other.
His length was already rigid and proud to her eyes, aroused to a point of derangement by the sight of Kira’s oral attention on his comrade. The slave stiffened with pleasure as she swallowed up his length, performing as before, sucking firmly, exacting her demands. As she worked she let her forearms stray inward and skip across her teats. The flashes of delectation from the strangled orbs had her attending her deed with even more fervour.
‘Stop that!’ snapped the seneschal, delivering the cane across Kira’s buttocks with meteoric force. ‘Dirty little pup!’ Kira cried out around the shaft, resonating it with her scream, keeping her lips tightly sealed to it so that it gagged her response. New tears welled in her eyes as the first meagre barrage of shock gave way to the full ferocity of the cane’s most potent chapter of punishment.
Her rate was stopped, and slowly started to recover as the hot flashes began to subside. Returning to the oral act she kept her arms out, so as not to irk her owner.
The sight of having Kira punished before his very eyes, her nubile form squirming in the tight folds of the latex skin, pushed the slave over into orgasm, and a
chill wash of salty issue was splashed over her palate. Again Kira gulped it down, shaking with rapture as it clung to the walls of her throat. With detail she cleaned him, and 144
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‘Good girl, a fine performance,’ crooned the seneschal, and pulled back with the lead, reeling Kira in.
‘Put your belts back on and get back to your duties, I want everything done by the time I finish this week’s inspection or I’ll give you fifty demerits each,’ she warned.
The slaves nodded and snagged their lost chastity belts, their shafts already wilting after the sating of their desire.
Aiming them back into position, they threaded the dildos into their opened rears and then with a sudden haul, slammed the locks back into position, sealing them in once more. With their sexual organs again placed under the control and whims of the seneschal, the slaves scuttled forward, kissed her feet and them jumped to their bare soles. Jogging away they vanished through the door, their step considerably more spry since Kira’s easing of their distracting tensions.
‘First, let’s get you fed,’ said the seneschal, drawing Kira over to the other door. ‘I want you on your best behaviour during my tour. Come with me, puppy.’
Through the portal was a short corridor with several doors laid in its walls. The first brought them into a kitchen where the refrigerator was opened, revealing row upon row of blood bags, the tags for transfusion purposes still upon them.
Removing a bag, the seneschal took a bowl from a cupboard and poured the contents into it. The sweet essence sloshed to and fro, shimmering and making Kira’s incisors emerge. Her eyes were wide, her limbs shaking with expectation.
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lapping tongue she drew gulps of the succulent fluids, the chill in it a negligible taint against her ravenous hunger. Her sight flashed with spots as she fed from the vitality of the anonymous donor, stealing from their very essence by her leech-like feeding. In moments she had emptied the reservoir and quickly lapped at the sides, not even leaving a smear behind as she took all she could, uncertain as to when she would be fed again.
‘Now my pet, we have to go and make a check of the queen’s realm, to look in on a few regions at random’
revealed the woman, settling into a crouch before Kira, the latex purr of her descent making Kira swoon. A hand came forth and cupped her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet those of her owner. ‘Then there will be a meeting with the head slaves, after which we shall attend to the matter of training you more thoroughly, erasing all that you are, turning you into a humble beast. I’m going to take your mind from you, little pet, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.’
Kira pondered the matter in a heartbeat and was captivated. The threat that was meant to intimidate and horrify was a pleasure to her. She would willingly surrender to such training, to being stripped of her humanity so that she was nothing more than a hound at the heels of her gorgeous owner. Fully trained and obedient, that was her goal, and by reaching it she would impress the seneschal.
‘So while you see all the sights this world has to offer, think well, as it will not be long before I’ve taken such a power as thought from you,’ Cassandra purred, and then arose, pulling on the leash to have Kira scuttle in her wake.
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Chapter Eleven
Sitting at the heels of his owner, Thanos watched in a forlorn mood as the procession of the oriental vampires and their entourage emerged into view.
Strolling with calm grace and regal majesty, the representatives of Tsuki-Yomi were led by the infamous Amatsu Mika Hoshi. The Dread Star of Heaven was ancient despite his youthful appearance, a creature of immense power that was at least fifteen hundred years old, probably more. A force in the Shinto religion that preceded Buddhism and the other faiths, he had been a lurking presence throughout Japan’s long history.
Thanos had heard tales of the vampire ninja he used to eradicate his enemies and opposition, warriors trained for centuries in the subtle arts of quiet death.
The man was almost hidden from view beneath his ornate armour, the ceremonial dress and weapons worn for this occasion with the queen.
Behind him strolled warlords in similar archaic extravagance, followed by their wives and concubines, and servants and human pets. The clan was akin to the house of his mistress, a place of carnal pursuits and subtle politics of sensual hedonism. Pleasures of the flesh and spirit were the guiding force behind their actions, the vampire nobles living lives of unbridled luxury with a vast slave contingent of willing or forcibly trained men and women.
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Dana talking with Cassandra a few nights back, and the queen had informed her of the old custom they still honoured. While the clan was her guest, she would lend them one of her most prized slaves, and they would do the same for her. Thanos had an apprehensive insight that he was going to be the olive branch to commence the negotiations. Lupines had never managed to reach Japan, the island was too close knit, its vampires too deeply entrenched with numerous forces of the Wyrm and its demons assisting them. Every attempt to lead a crusade against the islands had never been anything other than total disaster.
Since Dana had captured him and exploited his submission to train him as hers, he had successfully remained her faithful pet. He had willingly gone forth to smash the rival vampire houses, capturing some of their leaders for the queen to take revenge on.
He still adored her, still worshipped her, and at such times when she tormented him and abused him for her dark joy he was happiest. Even Cassandra, who had been a jealous bane on his life since his arrival had not turned up to inflict her tortures on him for a long time now, finding other diversions instead.
Life was progressing in new directions, and it was starting to seem that soon he would be a neglected hound.
With such thoughts brought forward, he almost welcomed being handed over to the clan, to serve more attentive owners, and maybe, just maybe, seeing him taken by others would rekindle the queen’s old enthusiasm for her toy.
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Chapter Twelve
The main door opened from what had to be Cassandra’s private apartments, and Kira was delivered once again to the winding corridors without.
On her hands and knees she trailed lovingly in the wake of the seneschal, watching her world pass by. This was her home now.
A set of doors glided apart, offering the diamond plate interior of a large lift to her gaze. Shuffling in, the seneschal tapped the lowest of the three buttons and the doors were sliding shut once more.
With a soft lurch of motion they started to descend, the smooth ride ending with a clunk as the veil of metal parted to reveal a new area in the deepest bowels of the palace.
A short corridor led to a box room that was clearly a guard post. The portal to enter it was filled with dense bars and a locked gate. Another lay directly beyond, and to the right a vault-like door lay open, letting sounds of merriment spill out onto the air.
In the room, manning a wooden desk, was a dark-skinned woman of stern physique. A short bob of dreadlocks fell about her alluring features, her eyebrows thin and perked to grant a perpetual quizzical expression.
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intimidate, her very demeanour one that brooked no dissension to her will.
Black lycra leggings rolled with her curvaceous legs before slipping into heavy knee high boots, the fronts armed with opaque shin-guards and numerous buckles.
Crouching at her side was a man condemned to the same cast as Kira, his body squeezed into the confines of the puppy uniform, save that his bared nipples were pierced and weighted. The hound sat equably at the heels of his mistress, kept on a short leash while t
he woman perused details on an expensive laptop before her.
The seneschal approached the bars and stopped, catching the eye of the guard.
‘Greetings, seneschal,’ she said, with a hint of foreign accent.
‘I’m here for an inspection. Is head slave Gherth about?’ Cassandra asked.
‘No, seneschal, she is out recruiting again,’ replied the woman, thumbing a switch under the desk. The lock gave a startled buzz and dragged back, allowing the seneschal to meander through and throw it shut in her wake.
‘Are the reserves low or something, then?’ Cassandra continued, stopping before the hound and petting its head while speaking to the guard. Through the door, Kira could see another four of these guards, men and women, their fangs bared as they drank from glasses of rich red life.
About their feet scampered demeaned slaves. Bound in confining uniforms, some were clearly pets that they teased and made perform for their amusement, while others had hoods whose crown bore a platter and which carried bottles, glasses and myriad small implements of abuse and torment.
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The men and women used clamps and pegs to snag the skin of their victims, employing pinwheels and other devious instruments to make the slaves about them suffer while they toiled to please their betters.
Turning from this spiteful scene, the next barred gateway was opened, and Kira followed her owner within, casting a brief look across the fully trained pup by the desk. Was there any thought within that hood or had it all been expelled? Did the training actually reduce sentience to a primitive level? Or did it merely condition one to behave in such a manner, leaving normal thoughts to roll around and find satisfaction in the lot forced upon it, unable to slip free because of the indoctrination?
Walking the slender corridors beyond, Kira was horrified by what she saw as she was led through, the casual gaze of the seneschal skipping across the sights and merely making sure all was as it should be, untroubled by the nightmare of what this place represented.
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