“Kneel slaves.” Petal pointed one finger at the woman dressed only in a slip, camisole and corset, and a pretty young man wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt. They did as ordered, dropping to their knees on the cold white tiles. The door opened and he came in.
Petal glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He terrified her. He owned the vampire bondage club called Blood Lust and was the oldest vampire in the place. His name was Etienne Leferre and he was ancient, even by vampire standards.
“These are the two new slaves, my lord,” Petal whispered. “What is your pleasure?”
He was over six feet tall, slender with white skin. His huge organ hung in a black silk bag suspended from a silk cord around his waist. Other than the bag, which displayed rather than covered his penis, he was naked. Tassels at the bottom of the bag swayed with every move he made.
“Are they volunteers?”
Petal lifted each new slave’s chin. “Look at your master and tell him if you are here voluntarily or not.”
“I came on my own free will,” the redhead said and then giggled nervously.
“I want to be here,” the blond man said, his green eyes huge in his handsome face.
Etienne pointed at the blond. “You are now Sunny.” He pointed at the redhead. “You will be called Daisy.”
He took Petal’s arm and led her toward the door to the club. “Bathe them and bring them to the common room. Remember to ask them one more time if they wish to be here. Once they pass through the green door, there is no return.”
His eyes bored into her. They were an icy blue, his hair black. His features were aquiline and his mouth generous but pulled into a thin line. She shivered and gooseflesh raced up and down her arms. He had never chosen her and she was glad.
“Have I ever had you?”
Oh god, he must have read her mind. “No, master.” Her voice quivered and broke while moisture welled in that secret place between her legs. There was something terribly wrong with Petal. Pain and fear made her hot. She wished she could grab her sex and squeeze.
He laughed. “Maybe I will choose you this night.”
She dropped her gaze and whispered. “Yes, master.”
When he was gone, she turned to the two new slaves and snapped her fingers. “If you wish to be slaves you must learn to be obedient. When I snap my fingers instantly respond. I am but a slave. If you lag behind with a real master, you will be punished. Learn obedience now and save yourself a lot of pain later.”
She took them to the bathing room, a room specially designed to bathe slaves in the manner designated by the masters. “Remove all of your clothing, fold it neatly and lay it on the chair.”
Both leaped to obey and Petal smiled. “Daisy, you first.”
She pointed to a strangely shaped tub. It was too small for sitting and had two ridges running the length of the bottom. “Kneel and spread your legs so your knees are on the outside of those two ridges.”
When the woman did as she was told her legs were spread and her sex open and easily available. Petal soaped up a soft cloth and ran it over Daisy’s pointed breasts. The feel of the hard nipples under the cloth aroused her. Petal was easily excited. The hood had been removed from her clitoris and the sensitive bud was always exposed. The slightest touch of her clothing could give her an orgasm. Because of this, she was forced to wear a small plastic cup over it tied around her hips with a silk cord. She’d discovered if she moved a certain way, the cup hit her clit just right and she could stimulate herself anyway.
She ran the cloth between Daisy’s legs, opened the thick labia and stared at the hooded bud. Daisy had a large fleshy clit covered by a thick hood. She pushed it back revealing the slick, red button and Daisy moaned. Petal picked up a small paddle and slapped Daisy’s ass hard. The woman jumped and Petal shook her finger. “You are here to give pleasure not receive it. Any pleasure you may feel should be hidden, or they will punish you. Learn to keep what you’re feeling to yourself…unless you’re told to show them.”
Petal finished washing Daisy. She took a prepared enema bag off a hook and hung it over the tub. “Bend and spread the cheeks of your ass.”
When she did, Petal introduced an enormous nozzle into her anus. She had to push hard to get it all the way in. The woman squirmed and Petal popped her on the ass again with the paddle. Daisy gasped when Petal moved the nozzle in and out mimicking a penis. “They like fucking you in the back door so you better get used to it.” Then she released the liquid and helped Daisy to the bathroom.
Next, it was Sunny’s turn. Petal enjoyed soaping him up, lifting his tight ball sack and stroking his thick penis. Her work soon produced a chubby hard-on and a blush on Sunny’s fair skin. Petal laughed as she stroked the slippery length. “Better learn to control yourself. The masters might wish to be fucked or they might want to fuck you. There are sixteen women masters and they are all very demanding. If you can’t comply with their wishes, the punishment is very hard.” She laughed at her own joke.
When every hair had been removed from their bodies, Petal applied a special cream to Daisy’s labia and clitoris. The cream provoked an extreme reaction drawing blood to the surface. In seconds Daisy’s vulva was bright red and pulsing. Petal rubbed it into her nipples as well and on the tip of Sunny’s dick. He was soon rigidly erect.
“Do we get clothes?” Daisy said in a breathless voice.
Petal laughed. “Sort of.”
She handed Daisy a bustier that did not cover her swollen nipples but clinched her waist in tightly, and a pair of thigh-high black stockings. She handed Sunny a red silk bag. “This is your costume.”
Dressed in clothes that displayed but did not cover their attributes, Petal led them down a long flight of stairs. A hallway at the bottom of the steps led to a green door. She stopped them outside the door. “Once you step through this door, there is no turning back. Tell me now if you wish to go on. I can take you upstairs and you can still leave.”
Daisy’s dark eyes glinted. Petal recognized the look. She was hot. She’d heard about the club and wanted to experience true vampire love. Sunny’s eyes held fear. But his dick was hard. And men often made bad choices when aroused. It was a historical truth.
“I’m ready,” he said.
“I want it,” Daisy said.
“They will feed on your blood during the act of sex.” Petal lifted her thick brown hair and displayed her neck. Two recent holes stood out against her skin. She pulled her thigh back and showed them two more holes. “They often feed from your inner thighs and even your breasts. Do you still wish to enter?”
Daisy’s eyes grew even more excited. Her nipples were swollen and erect. Petal pinched one hard. “Remember to control yourself.” She turned to Sunny. “Both of you.”
“What’s going to happen to us on the other side of the door?” Sunny asked.
Petal closed her eyes and visualized the common room. “There are vampires and slaves on the other side of the door. You will serve the needs of your masters in whatever way is required. There will be pleasure for you and pain…according to your actions and depending on their desires.”
Petal threw open the door and they entered.
* * * *
Daisy’s heart raced as she stepped through the door. The room inside was bathed in a red glow. It was like nothing she had ever imagined. Large flat-screen TV’s mounted high on the walls all displayed the sun rising over the Bosporus. The early-morning light glinted off the windows of mansions on the west bank.
When they entered, all heads turned to stare. Daisy looked back. The green door was closed. The room was filled with couches and divans. Goblets of red liquid rested on long tables. On a stage across the room, a woman was restrained in a strange contraption which displayed her buttocks and pinned her hands and neck. The sounds of a paddle smacking her fleshy rear were audible over the low murmur of voices.
Two women approached. It was the first time Daisy had ever seen a female vampire. Both women were casually naked, their bodies perfect, their skin like alabaster. “New meat,” one said. She lifted Daisy’s chin and her fangs slid into view. “I get her first.”
Her companion nodded. “I will take him.” She pointed at Sunny.
Petal slid into the crowd and Daisy was alone. “What is your name, little flower?”
“Daisy,” she whispered.
“Come Daisy. My name is Drusilla. Do not be afraid, little flower.”
She led Daisy toward an empty couch. They had to walk around a vampire feeding off a woman while he was mounted on her. Each powerful thrust jerked her body as he held her pinned beneath him. Her eyes were closed and she lay still as death. Daisy remembered what Petal had told her; show no pleasure or you will be punished.
The slapping of the paddle on the woman’s ass grew louder as they passed close to the stage. The vampire doing the paddling stopped suddenly and bit the woman’s red ass cheek. She screamed as he sucked her blood for a moment, then stood up and spanked her again. His cock strained the silky fabric of his penis bag. When Daisy saw the raging cock, her face flamed with heat. She was close to a climax and no one had touched her.
Drusilla pushed her onto a couch of red velvet. “Spread your legs, little flower.”
Daisy looked into Drusilla’s eyes and stifled a moan. When she opened her legs, Drusilla dropped her head and thrust an impossibly long, thick tongue into her sex. When the vampire latched onto her clit and sucked, Daisy arched her back and screamed. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn’t help it.
Drusilla looked up, her fangs appeared and she bit Daisy’s labia. The pain was shocking…and exciting. Daisy panted and moaned, completely lost in the sensation. Drusilla sucked her blood while she thrust a long finger into her anus. Daisy bucked and writhed, moaning out of control.
Drusilla lifted her head, blood dripping from her fangs. She pulled Daisy off the couch and shoved her head against her hairless crotch. “Pleasure me, slave.”
Daisy looked up at the beautiful aquiline features of her mistress and then buried her mouth in Drusilla’s sex. She sucked and laved the turgid flesh, sticking her finger into the tight passage. Drusilla slapped her hard. Her ears rang. “The clit, rub the clit,” Drusilla gasped in a harsh voice.
She did as ordered; Drusilla stiffened and her legs quivered with her orgasm. When she reached completion, she pushed Daisy away. “You will now receive your punishment. Slaves do not show their pleasure. You are here to give pleasure, not get it.”
She grabbed Daisy in an iron grip and pulled her to the stage. “I have one for the paddler, Ivan.”
The male vampire grinned and Daisy shuddered. Fear of the punishment was overpowered by desire. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Ivan’s organ.
Ivan shoved her head down and trapped it with a wooden yoke. She knelt with her buttocks up and vulnerable. Her hands were tied in front of her and a bar placed between her knees to keep her thighs spread. Ivan stepped back. “You have a lovely ass, my dear. I will enjoy spanking it.”
He rubbed the smooth globes, running his hands between the cheeks and between her legs. His fingers pinched her labia and penetrated her anus. The feeling of helplessness coupled with the violation made her weak with desire. She prayed he would spear her with his huge organ and give her release.
She squealed with pain when the paddle hit her. It was a large flat paddle made of wood that made a loud smacking sound every time it struck her flesh. The burning pain soon encompassed her. Her buttocks felt huge and red. After ten swats, Ivan stopped. He thrust a creamy ointment into her anus and then shoved his dick into it. Daisy gasped. She’d never been taken this way. It hurt.
“Relax!” Ivan ordered and slapped her red ass.
She moaned. “I can’t.”
Ivan pulled his organ out and shoved it into her sex. Daisy immediately melted with desire. Her legs trembled and threatened to collapse as Ivan’s huge organ spread her opening to the max. He bent over her and sank his fangs into the back of her neck. Daisy’s orgasm rushed through her. It was so intense she buried her face in the cushions and screamed.
Ivan’s strokes were powerful, rocking her body as he lifted his mouth from her neck, roared and gripped the cheeks of her ass in a tight grip. His crotch rubbed her sore ass, causing even more heat. Tears filled Daisy’s eyes as she endured the pain. When she glanced at the room, she saw slaves and vampires in every position imaginable. The sight filled her with new excitement.
Ivan finished and pulled his still-erect cock out of her. He released her from the spanking stocks and pulled her to her feet. “You are too tight. Your anal passage must be opened for our pleasure.”
He dragged her through an exit into a long dark hallway. Open doors revealed more slaves serving their masters. He pushed her into a room with a table in the middle. At his behest, she climbed onto the table and presented her buttocks to him.
He removed a series of phalluses from a drawer, finally choosing one. He inserted more ointment into her anus and then slowly worked the cold, metal phallus into her back passage securing it with a leather belt and harness that passed around her thighs. When she stood up, she felt impaled. Walking behind Ivan was a terrible ordeal. He dragged her back to the common room and pushed her toward one of the female slaves dressed like Petal in a sheer white shift. “Serve us drinks, slave. Until your openings are all available for our use, you will wait on us and clean.”
The slave grabbed her by the arm and pulled her behind the bar. “My name is Marigold.” She kicked a bucket of soapy water toward Daisy. “Scrub the floor and then wash all those glasses. The vamps like it spotless.”
Daisy looked into Marigold’s light-brown eyes and saw no pity or compassion. Marigold reached into a drawer behind the bar and took out two alligator clips. She stepped close to Daisy. “You must wear these.”
Marigold caressed Daisy’s breasts, tugging on the tender tips until they were long and pointed. Then she clamped a clip on each nipple.
Daisy gasped at the pain. Marigold slapped a gold collar around her neck and fixed chains to the collar and the nipple clamps. “Just one clip left.”
She ran her hand over Daisy’s vulva, spread the lips and bent over to get a better look. “Yes, you have a nice, fat little clit. Perfect.”
She pinched it, slid the hood back and placed the last clamp on the red bud. “Daisy clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream.
Marigold stood up and kissed Daisy’s lips. “You’ll soon grow used to it.”
* * * *
Sunny stood frozen to the floor as Daisy was led away by a vampire woman. The other female vampire stepped so close to him he could see each individual eyelash on her huge golden eyes.
“My name is Victoire.” She grabbed his balls. “You have a fat dick. What’s your name?”
“Sunny.”
“Well, Sunny, you’re mine now.” She walked toward an empty couch pulling him along by his cock. When she reached the couch, she opened a drawer beneath it and pulled out a strange leather device with a ring attached. “This is a cock ring and leash. You will wear this for me.”
She fit the ring around the base of his penis. The ointment rubbed into the head by Petal still had him stiff as an oar. When she fastened the ring, she pulled it tight and he gasped.
“You will not be allowed to ejaculate until I say.” She jerked it even tighter and then she knelt and took his cock in her mouth. When she bit the head and began sucking blood out of the engorged flesh, he screamed. Victoire alternately sucked the head and sucked his blood. It had him ready to shoot off in seconds…but he couldn’t. The collar-like ring pinched his urethra. No ejaculate could get through. Very soon, he felt like his balls were going to explode.
She looked up at him and grinned. Her golden hair was down to the small of her back, her breasts medium-sized with stiff pink nipples and her rosy lips pulled back to reveal pointed canines. She cupped his balls and pulled him onto her as she fell back on the couch. Her legs were open and she guided his throbbing cock into her sex.
When he fully penetrated her, he felt hands on his ass. He tried to look behind but she released his balls to grab his chin. “Look only into my eyes.”
He moaned as a hard dick was thrust into his anus. Speared and helpless, his cock prevented from shooting, he stared into her golden orbs. “Fuck me,” she said.
He moved slowly in and out of her as the man behind him began pounding into his ass. His anus was stretched and burning as he balanced on his knees and pushed his cock in and out of Victoire’s incredibly tight passage. It was torture. He was more excited than he’d been in his entire life. His whole body quivered, his breathing was erratic and sweat dripped into his eyes.
Beneath him, Victoire panted and moaned. She grabbed his head and bit his neck, sucking blood as it poured down his chest. The male vampire fucking him in the ass bit his shoulder and grunted as he nursed on the wound. Sunny’s balls ached with each thrust into Victoire and as the vampire riding him shoved his dick in and out of his anus. When he started whimpering and his knees began to shake, Victoire reached beneath his cock and released the collar. An enormous load erupted from his penis tearing a yell from his throat.
She gasped and bit him again as her own orgasm shook her. The vampire behind him withdrew his cock from Sunny’s asshole and left. Sunny lay on top of Victoire feeling both violated and sated. It was the strangest feeling of his life.
Victoire pushed him off her and leaped to her feet in a blur of motion. “You cried out when you climaxed, slave. You must be punished.”
“But you let me. How was I to know?”
“Did not your trainer tell you to show no emotion?”
He hung his head. “Yes, yes she did.”
“Then you will be punished. I don’t think paddling is enough. No, for you, I think you should be whipped…bound and whipped.”
She fixed the cock ring back on the base of his penis and attached the leash. Then she led him toward an exit. He was taken to a room where Victoire fastened manacles on his wrists and hooked them over his head. He was then hauled up until his toes barely touched the ground. His level of terror reached new heights. And his fear fed his excitement. His cock was once again erect.
When she saw his condition, she laughed. “You really are a slave at heart.”
She began lashing him with a short, cat o’nine tails, laying the strips of leather against his thighs and stomach. He swung around and she lashed his buttocks until the welts opened and bled. When she let him loose, he collapsed in a pile, groaning with pain. She pushed him onto his back with her foot.
“I see you are not so excited now, slave.”
A young male vampire moved up to stand beside her. “I see he’s been properly whipped.”
Sunny couldn’t take his gaze off the male’s cock. It was huge, hanging in a silk bag that concealed none of it. The vampire saw where Sunny’s attention was fixed. “Suck me, slave.”
Sunny crawled to his knees, his eyes watering with agony as his welted rear brushed the cold tile floor. He knelt in front of the vampire and removed the long, thick penis from its silk bag. His heart hammered in his chest and his mouth watered. His tongue thick with desire, he thrust the vampire’s cock into his mouth.
Victoire went around behind him and cupped his welted rear as he sucked; his tongue working the vampire’s dick. She squeezed the aching cheeks and his own penis rose and swelled into a throbbing rod.
The male vamp grabbed his head and thrust his cock down Sunny’s throat as Victoire pulled the cock ring tight. He groaned as the pressure in his balls and prostrate built. The male vampire pulled his cock out of Sunny’s mouth and pushed Sunny onto his back between her legs. She supported him, reaching around to pull his thighs high and wide. Grinning, the vampire thrust his cock into Sunny’s ass.
His excitement quickly built into unbearable pleasure. The vampire pounded into his ass, his legs wide open in the most humiliating and submissive position possible for a man. He longed to ejaculate. He needed to. It took the vampire on top of him forever to come. He bent and bit Sunny next to his nipple. The pain was excruciating. Victoire bit his neck, sucking and nursing on his blood. He shook and moaned with pain and pleasure as Victoire began stroking his throbbing erection.
“Do you want to come, Sunny?”
“Yes, mistress,” he whispered.
“Beg.”
“Please,” he gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.” His last word was more of a moan than a word. She laughed stroking him faster than any human hand could. The male vampire’s thrusts were so powerful it was only Victoire holding him up and supporting him that kept him from flying backwards.
She laughed one more time. “I’m going to let him come, Girard.”
The vampire grunted his assent as his eyes narrowed and his dick swelled even bigger. Sunny’s anus felt like it was tearing apart as Victoire released his cock and stroked him to a mind-blowing orgasm. His semen shot out of his dick hitting the ceiling as Girard plunged once and shot his own load deep into Sunny’s passage.
Victoire released Sunny’s legs and they fell to the hard tiles. Girard stood up, threw back his shoulders and lifted his chin. “Clean me, slave.”
Sunny licked him clean as Victoire stood up and stretched. “I’m bored, Girard. Let’s go watch TV.”
They left him lying on the tiles. He rolled onto a nearby couch and passed out.
* * * *
Petal watched her two trainees as they were led off by vampires. A sudden movement behind her caused her to jump.
“’Tis only I, my dear.”
She looked up into the sky-blue eyes of Etienne. Her heart pounded with terror and something else…lust. She glanced down and saw his huge organ slowly rise. He wanted her.
“Why have I never noticed you before? You are so lovely.”
She dropped her gaze. “I don’t know, my lord.”
He bent and smelled the skin of her neck, closing his eyes as he did so. “You smell like summer and sunshine. Things I can never experience again.”
He lifted her in his arms and pulled her tightly against his chest. “You, I will savor. We will go to my room.”
Petal’s heart raced. She’d never heard of Etienne taking any of the slaves to his room before. She’d never even been into the main part of the house. He raced down halls and through the mansion so fast, she couldn’t see. The walls were only a blur. He leaped up the stairs until he was at the top of the house. His room was in a tower. He kicked the door open and she gasped. Candles were lit and the curtains opened to reveal a huge moon and the green pastures of the estate all around.
He laid her on the bed gently and stripped off her shift. His hands were hard but gentle as he pushed her legs open. She knew better than to show any emotion. She lay as still as death as he stroked her aching flesh, pulling the cup off her circumcised clit. When he looked into her eyes, she saw desire slowly turn them a darker blue.
“I want you to reveal your passion to me. I want to know your real name. What is it?”
This was the first time in the year she’d been a slave to the vampires of Blood Lust any had given her permission to show her pleasure. None had ever asked her real name. “My name is Rachel, my lord.”
He removed the covering from his penis. The huge organ, the biggest of any vampire in the place, was hard and ready. He slid up her body and took her face between his hands. “Kiss me.”
His lips on hers were soft, yet demanding. She opened her mouth and allowed him to penetrate. Their tongues entwined as he softly stroked her aching clit. He seemed to know exactly how hard to stroke to stimulate her the most. “Show me,” he whispered.
She threw back her head and gasped as she writhed beneath his talented fingers. She was trembling on the brink of a powerful orgasm when he stopped stimulating her manually and thrust his cock into her wet opening. He filled her, pushing her legs up around her ears. She normally hated this position, but with Etienne, it was wonderful. He cradled her buttocks in his hands and squeezed them hard. “Show me.”
She whimpered and moaned and cried out with pleasure as he moved in her and over her, finally bending his head to bite her and feed. When she felt his fangs, she screamed and climaxed. Her sex pulsed and spasmed around his organ. He pulled it out when she was finished coming, flipped her over like she weighed nothing and entered her from the rear. He cupped her breasts as he bent over her and thrust his huge cock in and out of her throbbing vulva.
With his fangs buried in her neck again, she felt his cock changing shapes. It formed a ridge that rubbed her clit with every stroke.
“Show me.”
“It’s so good,” she whimpered. “Your cock, it’s wonderful.” She gasped and squirmed as they moved together, their bodies joined.
“I love your human emotions,” he whispered into her ear. “It’s been so long since I experienced love. I think I could love you, Rachel. You’ve created warmth in my heart with your sweetness where there has only been ice.”
Rachel’s heart raced with excitement. His passion and his feelings for her were so new. For a year she’d been paddled and whipped and taken like an animal. She liked the pain. Could she achieve climax without it? Would love make her as excited as the pain?
His huge cock chafed and rubbed her naked clit. The sensations created by the friction were close to pain. He rocked back and forth, pinching her nipples as he fed off her neck. Another orgasm was rising. It rose and receded then rose stronger.
“Show me your passion.”
She gasped and cried out. “I’m going to come, my lord,” she whimpered. “It’s so good.”
He pulled her body close to his and pressed his face against her hair. When her arms grew too weak with passion to support her, he held her up, lifting her up and down on his cock. They climaxed together. She screamed her ecstasy and he yelled into her hair. Then he rolled under her, taking her with him, still joined.
They lay together until her breathing slowed to normal. “Could you love me, Rachel? I want you to be mine alone.”
She couldn’t look into his eyes. The power there terrified her. But the terror fed her desire. “You frighten me.”
“I would never hurt you.” He lifted her chin and she met her gaze. “I want your love, Rachel. I need it.”
“I think I could love you. I want to be yours. Your power and your strength overwhelm me. But if I become yours, what will I be here. What will I do?”
“I will make you a master. It will be you who makes demands of the slaves and punishes them. But you will give your body and your blood only to me. Would this satisfy you?”
The thought of being the one holding the paddle and the whip excited Rachel. She felt her heartbeat quicken at the thought, her nipples swell, her sex throb. She stared into Etienne’s blue eyes. “Oh yeah. I would love it.”
He grabbed her in a tight embrace burying his face in her hair again. “Then it will be so. You are now a mistress. The slaves are yours.”