This is a prequel to the stories
‘Breaking Purgatori’ and ‘Breaking Bloodrayne’.
Breaking
Vampirella Part 3: Heavy Metal
Chapter
One
The
staircase creaked under the figure as it climbed up. The only light in the
narrow stairs came through a broken window and the holes in the wall of the
dilapidated building from the full moon outside. The reflected light was not
strong enough to light up the inside of the crumbling structure, but instead
cast heavy shadows of the steps leading up from the landing.
As the
figure passed into a square of dull light cast on a wall, the first thing one
could observe was the long raven black of a woman. Then, one could see the face
of the woman, with its large green eyes, long and thick eyelashes, high
cheekbones with just a touch of blush, and its thick ruby red lips. Then as the
woman continued to ascend, her long swan-like neck, clad in a white winged
collar of white PVC was highlighted, followed by her upper body, with her firm
breasts barely restrained by the two strips of red PVC fabric that stretched
from the silver clasp under her throat. The light accentuated the shallow knolls
formed by her nipples pressing out under the shiny fabric.
Soon, her
flat abdomen and trim waist came into view, as the two red PVC strips stretched
away to the sides, to the curvaceous swell of her hips, where it joined the
thong-like bottom of the costume cladding her groin, with the bright yellow bat
logo on the front. As her body ascended away, the light showed her long thighs
that stretched away from her crotch, plunging into the top of a pair of high
heeled black PVC boots that reached up to her knees. It was only when she
reached the staircase landing that she was fully illuminated in the silvery
light of the moon. As she turned to face a door leading from the staircase
landing, her sinuous back came into view, almost completely naked, except for
the thin red strips that ran down from her hips, joining over her loins, before
stretching down between her firm round buttocks to disappear under her crotch.
The
building was one of a group of buildings that had been boarded up and obviously
awaiting demolition. For some reason, that final fate had not come to the
buildings as yet, and in the meantime, groups of undesirable characters had
colonized the building, some making it their home, while others turned it into
a haven of crime. It was therefore surprising to Vampirella when she had
tracked her prey to this place.
He was
after all, a man of means, albeit one with an unsavoury reputation, even for
this city. There were rumours that he had connections with the secret police in
the old days when the country was ruled by the communists, and that he had
become reach by exploiting his bureaucratic connections in the dying days of
communism and the first days of a confused attempt at modernizing the economy.
He had become one of the few in the country that had grown rich, built on the
oil industries, while the rest of the country grew increasing disillusioned
with reform.
Vampirella
had been spying on one of his penthouses in the cities. His defences were
formidable. Besides an almost fortress like penthouse, he also employed a
legion of bodyguards, probably ex-special forces or ex-secret police, to guard
him. It was nothing that Vampirella could not handle, of course, but it would
be noisy, it would be messy, and it might make it difficult for her to leave
the country.
Vampirella
decided that the best way was to strike him as he was on the move, or when he
was going to one of his weekend dachas. In the country side, there would be
more freedom for her to attack. When he had climbed into a non-descript car
instead of one of his limousines, she had thought that he was going into the
countryside. Instead, he had come to this building, without his bodyguards.
Intrigued, Vampirella had entered the building after him.
The
building had been mostly abandoned, but Vampirella picked up the scent of the
man, leading her to a door at the staircase landing. She stood back a little,
and kicked the door in. The door had not been reinforced, and she had just fed.
It broke from its hinges and fell to the floor noisily.
Vampirella
stepped into the room, expecting an ambush. Instead, she found herself in an empty
apartment. It was small and dilapidated, with rotting wooden floors, peeling
paint on the wall and dusty furniture.
Vampirella
stepped into the apartment. The interior was dark, which presented some problem
even for a vampiress such as her. She stopped when she saw an armchair in the
corner, where a figure seemed to sit. It did not move as she sauntered over.
She soon saw why. It was a dummy.
When
Vampirella looked down at the dummy, she realized something. It was dressed in
her costume, with red strips of PVC fabric crossing the front of its body and
down its crotch. She started when she realized that the costume was not a copy
but the one that she actually wore when she was captured and abused by the
Cow-boy. The cut portions had been sewn back crudely and put on the dummy.
The
dummy’s hands were out of sight, twisted behind its back, and she could see
chains criss-crossing its arms and torso. The costume was completed with a pair
of leather boots on the legs of the dummy, which were spread open, and draped
over the arms of the chair, with the ankles chained to two of the legs of the
chair. To complete the ensemble, the dummy had a long black wig that reached
down to its shoulders just like her hair.
On even
closer inspection, Vampirella saw that the dummy was one of those expensive
rubber dummies that one could buy in sex shops, complete with anatomically
correct features. The crotch of the costume on the dummy had been pushed aside,
and there were obvious stains in the rubber pussy. There was another stain,
still wet, on the chest of the dummy between its two over-sized breasts. A tube
of lubricant had been tossed carelessly next to the chair.
The
implication was not lost on Vampirella. The dummy had been dressed and bound
like her, as an obvious substitute for the vampiress, perhaps until the real
thing, that is to say, herself, arrive. It almost happened until she escaped
her slavery and destroyed the Prince’s white slavery operation. And from the
looks of things, the dummy had been well used by the pervert that had ordered
her capture.
Enraged,
Vampirella turned and tore through the rest of the apartment. It was empty, but
there was a hole in the wall of a room to the back, which led into a long
space, punctuated only by wooden props holding up wooden beams, just under the
roof. Chains with hooks were suspended from the beams. A pile of rusty iron
chains, fitted with snap-hooks, gathered in piles on one side, seemingly
abandoned.
There
were flickering lights at the far end of the room, and Vampirella stormed over,
her face flushed with anger, her hair bouncing lightly as she stomped on the
wooden floor, her high-heels tapping a ruthless staccato.
When
Vampirella got to the end of the room, she saw an antique film projector,
placed on a table. It was running a film, casting flickering coloured images on
a wall with peeling white paint. She looked at the images and saw to her horror
that they were of her. Of her in captivity, humiliated and tortured by her
previous two captors. She saw a short scene of her struggling in her bondage in
the desert, which was followed by a scene of her being raped by a dog, then a
scene of her bound in a pony costume. With a sudden roar of rage, she strode up
to the film projector and kicked it off the table.
As it
flew off the table top, there was an audible click. Vampirella felt it even
before she heard it. An explosive blast from a bomb planted below the table.
The overpressure knocked into her like an elephant smashing into her. She was
flung away from the table, and landed on her back some distance away, skidding
on her bare back along the rough wooden floor until she stopped.
Vampirella
lay on her back for a moment, stunned, her ears still ringing and her brain
concussed. She slowly lifted herself up to her elbows, and glanced down her
body. She was still too confused to think straight, but the first thought that
did occur to her was that she appeared to be unhurt. Her costume in fact was
intact, surprising considering the blast, although the twin strips covering her
breasts had been blown clear and now hung in the abyss of her cleavage, leaving
her mounds exposed.
Then,
Vampirella saw the man. He was standing at the entrance of the room. He walked
up to her as she struggled to get up. She found it impossible to stand, and
could only flip to one side, resting on her right elbow. She willed herself to
move, to stand up, but her body refused to obey as the man came to her, grabbed
the twin front straps of her costume. When he pulled up, the straps elongated
away from her body then become taut, allowing the man to pull her along the floor,
with her body slumped under the twin straps and her limbs trailing, until he
reached the chains suspended from the beams. As she laid flat on her back,
looking up, the heavy and rusty chains and hooks look ominous to the stricken
vampiress.
From a pocket
in his raincoat, the man took out a heavy black rubber ball with a leather
strap threaded through it. He cupped Vampirella’s chin and forced her jaws open,
allowing the man to slip the rubber ball quickly into her mouth, behind her
canine teeth. He turned her head, so that he could pull the straps back behind
her head, where he buckled the straps tightly together.
The man now
turned to a pile of iron chains next to the supine vampiress. These had links
almost as thick as a man's thumb. The man flipped Vampirella on her side. The
man then took up a length of chain, and placed the chain over her neck, with
one end longer than the other. He crossed the chain in her cleavage before
pulling the ends under her breasts, and pulled them round to her back under her
arms. Crossing them between her shoulder blades, he brought the ends of the
chain round her arms to the front again, this time above her breasts. He
adjusted the chain until the shorter end of the chain, where a small iron ring
was attached, rested just above her cleavage. He then dropped the longer end
through the ring. Pulling the end down until it was taut, the man trapped
Vampirella's arms tightly against her body. At the same time, the links of the
chained tightened themselves around her full breasts, squeezing them.
"Uhmmmm…"
Vampirella moaned, still too stunned from the explosion to put up much
resistance. The man now took a second length of chain, of the same thickness,
and with an iron ring at one end, and looped it around her waist by inserted
the other end of the chain through the ring. He pulled the end without the ring
down her front, and then when the loop around her waist had clinched and bit
into her flesh there, he pulled the chain down between her legs. He pulled her
costume aside to expose her crotch, and then used his fingers to spread the
labia lips. He then pulled the cold chain between the lips, touching her anus
as well with its rusty embrace, before pulling the chain up through the crack
of her buttocks to the back of the loop around her waist. Using a shackle, he
secured the end of the chain to the chain binding her arms and breasts.
The man
returned his attention to her front now. He pushed Vampirella flat onto her back
before he took the loose end of the first chain, and now passed it through the
ring of the second chain, in front of Vampirella's stomach. He pulled the chain
forward until it was taut. He placed Vampirella's right wrist over the ring and
wrapped the end of the chain twice around it. He secured it with a shackle. He
then placed her left wrist over her right, and coiled the remainder of the
chain around it, before securing it with a second shackle.
When this
was done, the man folded each of Vampirella's legs. He took one chain and secured
one of its ends around her right ankle a shackle, leaving a long free end. He coiled
the free end of the chains around her right thigh and ankle several times before
securing it with a shackle, thus keeping her right leg tightly folded. He took
a second chain and did the same with her left leg, leaving her legs frog-tied.
With her ankles placed close together, her bound legs spread open like a giant
V.
Picking
Vampirella up bodily, he raised her until she was on her knees. He took a hook
suspended from a beam overhead from a thick chain, and hooked it into the chain
binding her arms to her torso at a point over her back. This held Vampirella up
in such a way that she rested on her knees. The shortness of the chain
suspending the hook was such that it also pulled up the chain around her
breasts, further tightening its uncomfortable grip on her mounds. In turn, this
chain also pulled up on the chain around her waist and groin, pulling the chain
deeper into her crotch. Vampirella could only moan at this treatment.
The man
now did something curious. He took out a squeeze bottle from a pocket on his
coat, and popped it open. Then he applied a generous amount of a viscous liquid
to the tip of a large hook hanging next to Vampirella. From her experiences
over the past months, she realized that the liquid was lubricant. This was
confirmed when the man now reached down between her legs, pushed the links of
the chain pressing against her crotch aside, before sliding a finger into her
asshole. The vampiress involuntarily sucked in a breath as the cold finger slid
into her hole, then begin to wriggle against her tight asshole.
The man
popped the bottle close when he finished his task, then turned to pick up Vampirella’s
waist, and lifted her legs off the ground. He raised her buttocks up until her
body was horizontal to the ground. He took a hook, suspended from another
chain, just behind her butt in his hand, and aimed the blunt tip of the hook at
her anus.
Vampirella’s
head was slumped down, with her hair hanging down, allowing her to look back at
what the man was doing, although her view was partially blocked by her two
large breasts hanging down from her chest. Her muddled mind was beginning to
clear, and she was able to grasp what was happening. She wanted to scream in
protest at the impending penetration, but even if the gag were not in her
mouth, she could only moan as the man pushed the tip of the hook into
Vampirella's anus. It met with some initial resistance as her sphincter had
retracted back to its original elasticity after recovering from her previous
bondage. But her asshole and the hook were well lubricated, and in spite of its
tightness, the sphincter soon yielded to the penetration of the hook and it
sank deep into her hole, causing her to moan once more.
This was
followed by a louder moan when the man let go of Vampirella, and let the two
hooks take up her full weight. The chains tightening around her breasts and
crotch, while the hook dug deeper and lifted her rear up by her anus. Besides
the physical pain, the humiliation was almost unbearable.
The man
left Vampirella alone for a while as she gradually recovered. As she did so,
she began to pull against the chains binding her. These may be rusty, but they
retained their strength. All her struggles served to do was to make her even
more distressed as the links of the chains bit into her skin, and the hook in
her anus jostled within her, its tip brushing dangerously against the inside of
her rectum.
The sounds
of Vampirella’s futile struggles, however, did signal to the man that the
vampiress had recovered from the stunning effect of the bomb, and he came back
to her.
"Welcome
Vampirella. I have been waiting for you." Said the man, his voice thickly
accented, “I must admit, I was not sure if the bomb would work. But my experts
tell me that it was only a very small bomb, using low grade explosives, and a
vampiress, such as yourself, will only be stunned. And, of course, with the
fate of my predecessors, I do not want to take any risk of a failure to trap
you.”
The man
knelt down and reached for one of Vampirella’s breasts. He squeezed it hard,
eliciting a gagged cry from the vampiress’s mouth.
“You have
no idea how desperately I have waited for this day.” the man said, as he moved
his other hand round to her rear. Soon, she felt her fingers pull the chain in
her vagina mouth aside, and his fingers begin to play with the mouth of her
cunt.
“I have
wanted you the first time I heard about you.” the man continued as he began to
finger her, “A vampiress that can walk in daylight. A woman who dressed
scantily in only bikinis, but who can tear a man apart. I knew I must have a
creature such as yourself, broken to my will.”
Vampirella
screamed into her ball-gag with rage at being molested and at being so
helpless. She could not believe that she had once more been trapped so easily.
She had allowed her anger to get the better of her once more, and once more, a
man had taken advantage of that to capture her. But at the same time, through
her anger, she could feel the man's fingers playing expertly with her pussy.
She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused.
"You
are wet already." The man observed, smiling, "I see that my
predecessors had trained you well."
Withdrawing
his hand, he showed the captive Vampirella his wet fingers. She felt the hot
flash of shame flood her cheeks, and she renewed her struggles.
“You have
something to say, slut?” the man asked as Vampirella looked up at him with
hate. He reached reached up to her mouth and pulled out the large ball that had
been gagging her, dropping the gag below her chin and stepping back as
Vampirella tried to bite him. She missed and instead send her body into wild
gyrating motion that only put more affliction on her body.
"Free
me!" Vampirella demanded.
The man
laughed and backslapped Vampirella across her right cheek. Her head jerked to
one side, and for a moment, she was stunned.
“It looks
like we will need to send you for re-education again. Don’t worry, me and my
friends, we have perfected the art of re-education back in the days of the
communist. Now, we can put them to more … profitable uses.”
The man
grabbed her thick black hair and pulled back Vampirella’s head. Grabbing the
ball-gag hanging around her neck, he shoved the thick rubber ball back into her
slack mouth, between her plump lips.
"Much
better." The man said. He stepped away from Vampirella for a moment, then
returned, wielding something in his hand. It was a black cane, which he played
to and fro, swishing it through the air. He came up to the trapped vampiress,
and swung it viciously against her the parts of her buttocks which were exposed
between the glossy black pillars of her booted feet.
"Ughh!"
Vampirella screamed through her gag, and jerked her head back at the pain.
The man
smiled and said as he landed a second blow on her buttocks, "Surely you
would have learnt to like this by now."
The man
landed blow after blow on her buttocks until the pale skin surrounding the red
PVC of her thong were two fields of red welts. He placed a cool hand against
her heated flesh, and slipped his hand through her vagina mouth to test her for
wetness. To his pleasure, his hand came out damp. She seemed to have become
wetter from the punishment.
"There
might be hope for you yet." The man said, as he stepped back and continued
with the blows.
The
stings from the cane on Vampirella’s buttocks felt like sharp bites on her flesh.
It was especially excruciating when the cane landed on the oval mound of her
vulva instead of her fleshy buttocks. She had forgotten how much they could
hurt ... and the kind of reaction her body has to blows across her buttocks and
crotch. She could feel herself become more aroused, especially as the man
seemed to have a special skill of striking the cane across where her labia lips
and her clitoris were. The stings from the blows were working on her sensitive
parts, making them even more sensitive, which in turn added to her arousal.
The man
stopped his blows after a while, as he turned and walked round to the front of
Vampirella.
"Had
enough?" the man asked. Vampirella tried to gave him a look of defiance,
but it came across more like the doleful look of pleading.
The man
disappeared from Vampirella's field of vision again, and she could hear him
walk away from her. After a while, he returned, holding an object in his hand.
It was a black rubber dildo of such a large and long dimension that it seemed
to be a copy of a horse's penis rather than a human's. He walked to behind the
suspended vampiress. As she struggled, he placed the tip of the dildo against
her labia lips, already wet with her juice from the previous torments inflicted
on her, then slowly slid it up into her tract.
Vampirella
moaned as the cool rubber rod went up her vagina. She felt it fill her
completely, stretching her inside wall almost beyond tolerance. She moaned,
electrified at the feeling caused by the advance of the instrument sliding up
her. When it reached the end of her vagina, she almost cummed. The man now pulled
the chain over her crotch back into place over her vagina lips. The links
slipped between the slick lips and pushed the dildo deeper into her. It was at
this point that she felt the release within her and she cummed. She moaned
involuntarily.
The man
walked round to the front of Vampirella again, and took out a slender black plastic
box in his hand. The box had a switch on it, and the vampiress instantly knew
what would happen next. Foreknowledge, however, did not ameliorate the sudden
shock that came from under her as the monster in her vagina suddenly sprung to
life, vibrating powerfully in her most sensitive tract. She moaned and thrashed
her head from the treatment, as the man turned and left her to suffer alone.
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When the
man returned, daylight had already begun to stream into the room through cracks
and holes in the walls. Vampirella was still hanging by the chains, but the
vibration in the dildo had long ceased. She was slumbering, exhausted by her
ordeal through the night, with her head tilted to one side, and saliva pouring
out from her mouth, held open by the ring-gag. The vibration of the toy
inserted in her had shook her to the core throughout the night, forcing her to
cum again and again. The evidence of that could be found on her smeared crotch
and on the wooden floor under her, where cum had dried in the cold dry air of
winter.
The
vampiress awoke at the sound of footsteps. She lifted up her head weakly and
saw that the man was pushing a trolley towards her. He brought it up to a point
next to her, then went round to her back. He pulled the crotch chain aside, grabbed
the tail of the dildo, and yanked the rubber monster out from within her. She
could only suck in her breath and moan at the sensations that ran through her tract
on its way out.
Dropping
the soiled toy into a metal tray filled with pink liquid, the man now pulled
aside a towel to reveal an instrument that looked like a snub pistol, and a
chrome ring. Vampirella recognized the instrument immediately as the kind of
tool used to punch a hole in the ear for ear rings. It was also what the Cowboy
had used on her to put a ring on her clitoris hood. She knew what would come
next as the man picked up the instrument, and knelt down under her.
"I
see that the holes made there had healed. I would have to make a new one."
The man said, pinching Vampirella's clitoris hood. He pulled it down, and she
could feel the cold metal of the jaws of the instrument on either side of her
clitoris hood. The sudden sharp pain from the piercing was less painful than
she thought. Nonetheless, it still caused her to involuntarily let out a little
cry. The man laughed at this as he placed the instrument back on the trolley
and took up the ring. The ring had a ball on it, and when the ball was screwed
back, it exposed a small gap that allowed it to be thread through the hole
punched in the clitoris hood, careful to encircle the chain running over her
crotch. Once this was done, the man screwed the ball back into position,
closing the ring, before turning the ring until the ball rested on Vampirella's
clitoris. The sensation of the ball rubbing against her sensitive clitoris,
with the dull throbbing pain from the punching mixed together in an
indescribable cocktail of torment.
The man now
pulled out the large ball gag in Vampirella’s mouth and allowed it hang around
her neck. This allowed her mouth to close, but this relief was brief.
"How
was your night?" the man asked solicitously.
"Damn
you." Vampirella managed weakly.
"Good.
I’m glad to see that you’re not so easily broken. You will be most
entertaining." The man said, laughing. He took out something from his
pocket. It was a large ring, made of steel coated by rubber, with a set of
straps fitted to its side. He fitted the ring into her mouth, then pulled the
straps around her cheeks, and buckled the straps tightly together behind the
back of her neck. This left her mouth propped open.
"Ughhhha!"
Vampirella protested, but with the heavy ring, almost three inches in diameter,
placed in her mouth, all she managed was an inarticulate gargle.
The man
opened his raincoat, to reveal the fact that he was completely naked
underneath. Vampirella saw that his penis was already erect. He was no doubt
enjoying her torment tremendously. As he stepped forward, she realized what he
was doing, and tried to turn her head away. This only caused her to swing in
her chains. The man grabbed her hair and yanked it up to raise her mouth up to
the level of his penis.
"Lick
it you vampire whore." He commanded as he slipped the penis through the
ring gag. The head of the penis felt hot and large in Vampirella's mouth, and
she almost gagged. It filled her mouth such that it was impossible for her not
to taste it.
Seeing
that Vampirella was not making any move to obey him, he withdrew his penis, and
went back to the trolley. He returned with a short length of light bead-chain,
with a snap hook on one end, and a ring on the other. He placed the snap hook
into the ring on her clitoris hood, and held the ring on the other end of the
chain around his right index finger. Then he gave it an almost casual tug.
The pain
was almost unbearable. Vampirella could only yelped into her ring gag:
“GGGAGRAGK!”
The man
went back to the trolley, and returned again. He showed Vampirella a set of
weights in a box. They were of different, increasing size, and thus weight. He
took the first and lightest weight, and hooked it to the ring at the end of the
chain hooked to her clitoris ring. He released the weight from a height, and it
instantly fell to towards the floor, jerking down the clitoris ring. Vampirella
flung her head back and screamed:”GGAGGGGAAARRRRK!”
"Should
I go on?" the man asked, taking out the next heaviest weight.
Reluctantly,
Vampirella shook her head, and he stepped up to her open mouth again, and
inserted his penis into her. This time, she was rather less reluctant to use
her tongue on him. She worked at it until she could feel the penis in her mouth
engorging. Continuing her endeavours, she soon brought the man to orgasm. He
released the semen into her mouth in a hot spurt. She coughed as the man
withdrew his member, and hung her head down, allowing the semen to flow out
from her open mouth. The man closed his raincoat around him, and zipped it up
again.
"That
was ... satisfactory." The man said, his thin smile hidden by the upraised
collar of his raincoat. He took the ring gag out off Vampirella and pulled up
the large black rubber ball gag that had been hanging from her neck like a
necklace. He yanked her head back to slacken her jaw, then inserted this back into
her mouth. Then, once again, he left Vampirella alone, suspended in agony by
the chains binding her breasts and the hook in her anus.
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The man
returned again only at night, having left Vampirella for the whole day in her
position. When he finally released her from the hook holding her ass up such
that she was once more standing on her kneecaps, her legs still folded up
behind her, she did not make even a token attempt at resistance. Nonetheless,
the man took no chances, and chained her upper thigh together with a new chain,
first before releasing her legs from their folded position. This allowed her
lower legs to drop back onto the ground to help relieve some of the weight off
her kneecaps. Leaving her on her knees, with the hook attached the chain around
her torso still holding her up, he went away, and returned shortly with a black
rubber rain-coat, which looked like a sleeker copy of the one he was wearing
himself.
"On
your feet, slave." The man commanded, said picking up the chain linked to
her clitoris ring and removing the weight. He held the chain threateningly in
his hand. Vampirella knew that any disobedience on her part would end with a
yank of the chain.
Reluctantly
Vampirella moved to obey, but had difficulty getting up to her feet. When she
finally succeeded in doing so, she found that she was actually taller than the
man in her high-heels.
The man
took the hook off the chain, and draped the rain-coat around her. The raincoat
was in the style of a short cape over a longer garment, and had holes in the
sides under the cape for her arms, but with her wrists bound before her groin,
and her arms pinned by chain to the sides of her body, she had no use for them.
The narrow cutting of the raincoat was such that when the man mated the end of
the zip at the tips of the upturned collar together and then pulled down the
heavy duty zip in front, Vampirella could feel the heavy rubber of the raincoat
squeeze her arms into her body, further confining her. The man continued
pulling the zip down, confining more and more of her body until he came to her
crotch. At this point, he stopped, and unhooked the chain from her clitoris
ring. He replaced this with a thin piano wire. Like the chain, this piano wire
had a snap hook at one end, and a ring on the other, but wire was much longer
than the chain. The man now resumed his work at the zip, pulling it down pass
her knees. This squeezed her thighs together, effectively hobbling her.
The man
now stood up, with the end of the piano wire held in his hand like a leash. The
wire ran from his hand, down to the front of the zip on the raincoat at the
point where her knees met, and from there up to the clitoris ring between her
legs. Any pull on the wire translated to a downward tug on the ring.
"Any
wrong move and ..." the man completed his threat with a vicious tug of the
wire. She whimpered into her rubber gag, hidden behind the upturned collar of
the raincoat. She felt so completely controlled as the man walked out of the
room, leading her after him by the piano wire leash. He led her out of the
apartment and down the staircase until they emerged into the dark alley behind
the building. A heavy fog had settled down over the city, so dense that it was
difficult to see more than a few feet. She felt an impatient tug on her
clitoris ring, which forced her to hobble after her captor.
Vampirella
and her captors passed the glows of fires and dark shadows around the fires as
they walked down the alley, and she heard voices and laughter. They were
walking pass many people. She could not believe how brazen the man was to
virtually parade his captive before witnesses like this. But then again, it was
impossible for her to shout for help with the big ball gag in her mouth, and no
one around could see that she was a captive, with her bondage completely hidden
by the raincoat she was wearing. She saw now why the man had used a piano wire
as a leash on her. It was virtually invisible unless one came really near in
the fog. In any case, she did not know if anyone would actually step forward to
help in this area of the city.
The man
led her out of the alley, emerging onto the bank of the river. The fog here, if
anything, was even thicker than in the alley, and was like a dense grey pea
soup. The man seemed to know exactly where he was going to, and they soon came
to a flight of stone steps cut into the lined bank of the river. He led her
down the slippery steps, giving her no assistance at all as she struggled to
maintain her balance, hobbled as she was, with her arms trapped around her
body. When she came to the stone landing, he tugged her leash impatiently,
forcing her to follow him as he came to an iron gate.
The iron
gate enclosed the mouth of a dark drainage tunnel. A steady stream of water
flowed under the gate to cascade down to the dark waters of the river. The man
took a large key out of his pocket, which he inserted into a lock on the gate.
Turning it, he unlocked the gate and swung it open. He led Vampirella into the
tunnel, before shutting and locking the gate behind him.
The
stench was almost overpowering in the tunnel, and the man took out a gasmask
from a large pocket and slipped it over his head. It was of an old design,
consisting almost entirely of a heavy rubber hood that encased the entire head.
Vision was via two circular glass eyepieces secured to the hood by brass rings.
The mouth area of the gasmask was elongated and connected to a serrated tube,
with a can at the end, dangling just over his chest. This design allowed the
gasmask to fit over his head, even with the upturned collar of his raincoat,
and the black rubber material of the mask complemented his raincoat perfectly.
The man
now took another example from another pocket, and slipped it over Vampirella's
head. The stench of rubber was only marginally better than the overpowering
foul smell of the drain. It was fitted tightly over her face, especially with
the ballgag still in her mouth, and the neck of the gasmask was tucked into the
collar of the raincoat around her. She could only imagine how she must look to
any observer, being encased in a sleek rubber raincoat and with a gasmask over
her head. She must be a rubber fetishist's wet dream.
The man
tugged on her leash again, and Vampirella followed him as he led her down the
drain. She saw that the drain had dim lights placed along the wall, barely
lighting the path besides the running water in their orange glow. Everything
was bathed in the red light, giving the scene a surreal feel. At various
points, she could hear the roar of traffic, where the drain ran under roads.
The man
made several turns along the way, going into different drainage tunnels. At one
point, they had to climb down an iron spiral staircase, which was almost
impossible for her, bound as she was in her high heels. As usual, the man
demonstrated no hint of sympathy, and with tugs on her leash, forced her to
precariously stumble down the stairs, using the central pillar as support as
she went down in a series of controlled falls. It was a relief for the bound
captive when they arrived at the bottom. He then led her down yet another drainage
tunnel until they came to a stretch that was not lit by the red lights. He took
a tube out of his pocket, bent it until something inside snapped, and he shook
it until the chemicals inside glowed in a yellow light.
The
tunnel they were now in was obviously more ancient than the concrete lined
drains they had been travelling in. This stretch was lined with masonry, and
was in serious disrepair. Sections had crumbled, revealing that there were
chambers behind the bricks. The man led Vampirella into one of these chambers.
He brought Vampirella to the far end of the chamber, where rusty but strong
looking iron staples had been driven into the three walls there. These were
driven at about waist height, one each into the back wall, right wall and left
wall. A heavy iron chain ran from each of the staple towards a spot in the
mid-point between the staples on the left wall and right wall. The chains were
all linked to a thick iron collar. There was a fifth iron staple driven into
the stone floor of the chamber, some distance in front of the first staple. A
short chain ran from this staple, with a snap hook on its end.
The man
brought Vampirella to a stop. He unzipped her raincoat and took it off, but
left the gasmask on her.
"On
your knees, slave!" the man commanded. When Vampirella hesitated, the man
unceremoniously kicked in the back of her knees, knocking her down painfully on
them.
"Lean
down!" he ordered. Vampirella hesitated again, and was rewarded with a
vicious tug on her clitoris ring. She quickly leaned forward to obey. The man
took the short chain stapled to the floor and wrapped it round her throat,
securing it by clipping the hook at its end to one of the links in the chain.
This held her in a face-down, butt-up position.
He then
put the raincoat aside in one corner of the room, and picked up a wooden box
that he had obviously left in the chamber earlier. He walked back to
Vampirella. He opened the box and took out a heavy item from the box. He showed
it to the vampiress, who had to twist her head to one side to look up to see
what it was.
At first
glance, it appeared to be like the butt-plugs that had been so frequently
inserted against her will into her asshole. But in the dull unnatural light of
the glowing tube, its uniqueness soon became apparent. It was shaped like a
pear, with a narrow shank at its bottom, but it was made of iron, rather than
the more usual hard rubber. And instead of a flange at its base, it had a large
iron key at the end of the shank. The key had a hole in its centre, and like
the rest of the plug, was richly ornamented with carvings of occult symbols.
The man
soon demonstrated the use of the key, for without saying a word, he turned the
key slowly. As he did so, the pear like portion of the plug split open into
four petals, spreading slowly away from a tube in the centre.
"Imagine
how that must feel." The man mocked, his laughter being filtered by the
heavy rubber of his gasmask to an evil crackle, "And if you try to pull
the plug out ..."
The man
demonstrated what would happen. He pulled the key down. For a while nothing
happened, until the key extended about an inch beyond its original position.
Suddenly, a set of sharp blades sprung out from vertical slots on the tube,
extending beyond the perimeter formed by the petals.
"Imagine
what these would do to your asshole if you pull it out." The man said,
laughing. He folded the blades with his free hand before pushing the key back
up into position. With the key back in place, the blades remained folded in the
rod.
"The
key is spring-loaded, and is connected to a sleeve that holds the blades in
place. When the key is pulled down, the sleeve is pulled down also, release the
blades. The blades are all propelled by to a spring inside the tube." The
man explained helpfully as he turned the key until the petals of the pear were
closed once more. He took a tube of lubricant that came with the pear, and
applied it liberally over the large device.
Vampirella
struggled with her bonds, but the chains holding her prisoner reduced her
efforts to nothing more than the wriggling of her butt. The man pulled the
chain free from over her asshole, and aimed the blunt tip of the plug at the
hole. He had little trouble pushing it in, as her sphincter had yet to recover
from the abuse done to it. Nonetheless, this monster tested its limits,
bringing much discomfort to the vampiress as she struggled weakly.
Once the
instrument had been inserted into her, the man started to turn the key.
Vampirella moaned as she felt the petals open up inside her rectum, filling it.
It felt almost as if she was about to explode. Mercifully, the man stopped
before the petals spread beyond a tolerable level. He pulled the chain still
binding her waist and crotch over the plug, keeping it in place.
The man
got up and walked away from her. He returned with a pair of heavy iron manacles
and a foot long chain. The chain had a heavy padlock on each end. The padlocks
were of the old fashioned kind, shaped like a heart with a shank on top, with a
metal plate covering the keyhole.
The man
placed the manacles around the ankles of the chained vampiress. These had a
heavy hinge on one side, and heavy flanges with eyeholes in them on the side
that opened to encircle her limbs on the other. Then he took the chain and
unlocked the padlocks. He used one of the latter to secure one end of the chain
to the shackle around Vamirella's right ankle. Then he took the other end of
the chain and threaded it through the hole in the key. He pulled the end down
to the manacle around her left ankle, and attached it to the shackle using the second
padlock.
"A
word of advice, don't try to stand up. It might trigger the blades." The
man said, smiling. Vampirella could see how. If she tried to stand up, or in
any way pull the chain connecting her manacles down, it could pull the plug
free of the crotch chain now retaining it in her asshole. Once that chain
slipped out of place, but before the plug had a chance to be tugged out of her
hole, the blades by trigger by the pull, and her rectum would be cut up. It was
a fiendishly effective device to prevent any attempts at escape.
The man
now released Vampirella from the chain holding her neck down to the ground, and
pulled her up to a kneeling position. He took up the heavy iron collar on the
floor, and clamped it around her throat, locking it in place with a heavy
padlock on the collar.
The man
walked away again, but soon returned with more items of bondage. He was holding
an oval iron band in his hand. Attached to each end of the oval was a short
length of chain at the end of which was an open manacle. The band and the manacles
were all to be secured by the same ancient padlocks as those securing her
ankles. He opened the iron band, and placed it around Vampirella's trim waist,
over the chains already binding her body. He locked it in place with the lock
behind her back.
The man
turned to Vampirella and took hold of the chain binding her ankles together.
"Any
wrong move and I'll yank out the plug, understand?" the man asked.
Vampirella
nodded, but her eyes were filled with hatred as he carefully released her left
wrist first from its position in front of her abdomen. She did not resist as he
secured the manacle on the left side of the waist band to her wrist. It was
difficult given that her arm was still bound to her torso by chain, but this
did not stop the man from wrenching her wrist into place mercilessly and
causing the chain to tighten painfully around her breasts. He repeated the
process with the manacle on her right. It was only when Vampirella had thus
been bound that he took off the chains that had bound her breasts and torso.
The man
stood back to survey the raven-haired vampiress kneeling on the cold and damp
floor, with the gasmask still on her head, before picking up the light tube
from the floor. Without a word, he turned and went out of the chamber, plunging
Vampirella into the dark.
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The
darkness was damp and claustrophobic, even for a vampiress. The lack of light
meant that even Vampirella's supernatural vision could see little. Her sight
was impeded in any case by the dirty lenses of her gasmask. The chamber was
silent, with the exception of an occasional echo, or the platter of the feet of
rats across the floor. The dark, the silence, together with the heavy rubber
that stretches over her entire head, added to the sense of oppression that the
vampiress felt, trapped in chains.
The
chains allowed Vampirella only a limited range of movements. The four chains
linking her collar to the iron staples on the walls held her pretty much on the
same spot. With the chains holding her, she could not get up onto her feet. Not
that it was a wise idea anyway, with the fiendish plug in her anus. She did not
even dare to try to shift from a kneeling to a sitting position, for fear of
what the plugs blades might do to her rectum should she make the wrong move.
All these factors combined to make her feel as if she had been buried alive.
As
Vampirella's solitary confinement stretched, a new ordeal was soon added, that
of hunger. Her past ordeals had shown that her enemies had known how to use her
own need for blood against her. By denying her blood, they achieved both the
aim of weakening her physically, but also breaking down her will, as the need
become all-consuming, like the habit of a heroin addict. There was no source of
food within Vampirella's cell, except for the rats, but with the gasmask fitted
tightly over her face, with the ball-gag still in her mouth, and with the way
she was chained, she could not even hunt or access this foul source of food.
She tried to reach up towards her face to rip off the offending object encased
around her face, but the chains holding her wrists to her hips were too short.
Along
with the gnawing hunger within her, Vampirella was also plagued by another
source of gnawing. The rats. First they were attracted by her warmth amidst the
damp cold of the drain. Soon, they had discovered that the vampiress could do
little against them. They grew bolder and came up to her, climbing and crawling
all over her. Their sharp teeth bit into her flesh, causing her to cry into her
gag under her gasmask. She tried to fend them off by writhing and shaking her
body, and by trying to move away from them, but it was impossible to avoid the
growing numbers. This might well have killed any human, a burial of the rats,
but with Vampirella's supernatural healing ability, she had had to endure a
torment that she would not be rescued from by death.
Vampirella
did not know how long she had been left in the dark chamber, but it was enough
to drive her towards the edge of insanity. Her mind had become incoherent from
the constant pricks of pain and the oppressive darkness and silence. Her body,
after an initial surge of strength that came from a desperate urge to get blood,
that had not been strong enough to break the thick chains binding her, had
weakened until she had little strength to keep up the constant movement and
brushing needed to keep the rats at bay. Eventually, she could do little,
except to kneel on the stone floor and slumped in her chains.
When the
man came back at last, carrying a flaming torch in his hand which he used to
chase away the sea of rats in the chamber, she could barely move. He set the
torch on an iron bracket against the wall and came up to the exhausted still
form of Vampirella. Her costume had been badly damaged by the constantly
attacks from the rats, and red bite marks were all over her long body. Even her
high-heeled boots were attack, with many holes chewed on the PVC top.
The man
released Vampirella from the iron collar holding her neck. She was too weak to
resist when he took up a new instrument of restraint from a long bag that he
had been carrying. He showed it to her, and through the misted eyepieces of the
gas mask, she could see what looked like a long iron bar stretching away from
an iron collar. In the middle of the bar, and at its ends, were pairs of iron manacles,
secured to the iron bar with strong screws. The collar and the manacles were
constructed from iron bands that were at least two inches thick, with a light
layer of rust on the surface to give the restraints a look of antiquity.
The man
placed the collar around Vampirella's neck, and secured it with a heart-shaped
padlock. He then pulled her elbows back around to her back, and secured the manacles
in the middle of the bar to her upper arms, just above her elbows, and locked
them in place with two more padlocks. Finally, he released her wrists, one at a
time, and bound them with the manacles at the end of the bar. When the fire
padlocks clicked in place, the iron arm-binder pulled back her arms in such a
way that her body was forced to arched back, thrusting her bared chest forward.
The man
took away the iron manacles around Vampirella's wrists, and then released her
ankles from the chain and manacles holding them. However, he left the plug
inside of her. Instead, he took out a heavy chain with a large iron ring at one
end, and a snap hook at the other, and attached it to the shank of the padlock
hanging from the collar in front of her neck. He pulled it like a leash to force
her to stand up. She got unsteadily onto her feet, but did not resist. Out of
sheer exhaustion and hurt, she followed him as he led her out of the chamber.
The man
once more led Vampirella on an exhausting march through the drain system. She
followed as best as she could, but her weakness and the large plug in her ass
slowed her down. The gasmask that was still planted firmly on her head made it
difficult for her to see her way through the fogged glass of the eyepieces. The
man was unforgiving and kept tugging at her leash, forcing her to trot along.
Passing from the brick-lined tunnel, they went into a larger tunnel, before
arriving finally at a doorway.
The man
stopped Vampirella, and took hold of her gasmask, and pulled it off
Vampirella's head, and she felt the sudden exposure of cold air against her
sweat-drenched head. The man let her stand and gulp in lungful of unfiltered
air before jerking on her leash chain again to step through the doorway into a
large chamber several stories high.
The
natural light coming through a grill covered man-hole high up in the ceiling of
the chamber could not penetrate much of the dark gloom of the chamber, but it
was enough for Vampirella to see the contents within. At first, she thought
that they were pods or cocoons dangling at the end of iron chains suspended
from high up in the ceiling. They were hung in several clusters around the
chamber, at various heights. Some were hung high up, while others were much
lower on the ground. Several were barely a foot above the floor of the chamber.
As her
captor led her closer to one of the pods, Vampirella recognized the design.
These pods were iron maidens. These pods were so called because they were made
of iron, and had the outline shape of a woman. They were like iron coffins,
each designed to hold a person within. The original design had iron spikes in
the lid of the pod. If the intent was to execute the prisoner, the spikes would
be placed where they were pierce the vitals and bleed the unfortunate person to
death in slow agony. It could also be used as instruments of torture, by
placing the spikes where they would not pierce the vitals. They were nasty
inventions from medieval Germany, although their use was not unknown in these
parts of Eastern Europe.
Vampirella
was led to the centre of the chamber. One of the iron maidens had been lowered
down to the floor, and left standing like a black sentry. Its surface had been
polished to a glossy black, reflecting the dim light dully. Like its medieval
predecessor, the iron maiden, a facsimile of the front of a nude woman had been
casted into the front of the lid.
The
facsimile did not show any arms, only shoulders, making it seemed as if the
nude woman had her arms pulled behind her back, out of view. The face was long
and thin with high cheekbones under its closed eyes. Its mouth was opened with
the bulge of a ball-gag crafted between its thick lips. The
"ball-gag" had a short metal tube in its centre the external surface
of which was threaded for a nut. The chest of the facsimile had a pair of
breasts as well, large metallic cups that bulged out from the torso of the
facsimile. Both of them were easily half as large again as her breasts. At the
tip of each of the tits, there was a short metal tube with threaded external
surface, like that on the ball-gag on the face. Running her eyes down,
Vampirella could see that there were another two short tubes coming out from
the spot where the lid curved in to form the crotch of the facsimile.
The man
went up to the iron maiden, and manipulated a craftily hidden latch on the
right side of the face of the iron maiden, and the face swung open to reveal an
opening and the fact that it was empty inside. He reached his hands down, and
pressed another two latches, each by the inner side of the two breasts, and the
metallic cups swung outwards to reveal two openings on the chest. Then he
unlatched the iron maiden, and swung it open like the lid of a coffin.
Vampirella
saw that the iron maiden did not contain any spikes, much to her relief. But it
did contain two ominously large dildos. They were made of iron and segmented by
ridges all the way from bottom to top. Closer inspection made these ridges look
even more threatening. The ridges were actually made up of spiralling series of
small cones. The rear dildo was shorter and much fatter than the first one, but
both were cruel looking. They glistered in the dull light from the abundance of
lubricants that had been poured over them, so much so that copious amounts had
dripped down off the bracket to the bottom of the iron maiden. They were
mounted on an iron frame, which in turn was hinged upon a bracket wielded to
the back of the iron maiden. This allowed the frame to tilt forward at an
angle, presenting the tips of the dildos outward.
The man
pulled Vampirella forward by her leash until she was next to the iron maiden. Here,
a chain dangled from above with a hook at its end. He bent the vampiress
forward at the hips and hooked up the end of the bar binding her elbows and
wrists to her neck. This left her arms lifted diagonally up into the air,
keeping her in a bent-forward position.
The man
now reached for Vampirella’s upraised butt and turned the key on the pear until
he had returned the key to its original location, retracting the petals on the
pear in the process and locking the blades in place. Then, he pulled her crouch
chain aside, and with a vicious tug, he pulled the pear loose and dropped it to
the ground, where it bounced once, making a hollow metallic noise.
Next, the
ball gag that had been in Vampirella’s mouth for so long was removed, allowing
her to rest her aching jaws for the first time in a long while. With her bent
over position and her arms raised high up into the air, there was little danger
of her using her canine teeth. The man let her exercise her jaws for a while,
before picking up an object that had been dangling from a hook on the side of
the iron maiden. It was a rubber cup fitted with straps that stretched out from
its circumferences like the legs of spiders. The inside of the cub had a penis
shaped rubber knob at its centre, with a hole pierced at its tip. This hole
extended all the way through the knob, with its other opening on the face of
the rubber cup, almost exactly at its centre. The man now yanked up
Vampirella's long black hair, facing her to drop her jaws. He jammed the gag
into her mouth, and then belted the straps around her head, securing the rubber
cup firmly against her jaws.
Finally,
the man reached up her back and released the manacle that had been holding the
chain around Vampirella’s waist and crouch for so long. He reached down under
her stomach and began to pull the chain down. It dropped off her back to the
floor, hitting the clit ring on its way down, causing the captive to moan into
her rubber gag, a barely audible sound through the dense material. Then he
reeled the chain in through the clit ring. Each link of the chain brought its
own little torment as it slipped pass the clit ring until the chain was entire
free. Then the man allowed it to loosen and drop open from the vampiress’s
narrow waist.
The man
now released Vampirella from the chain holding her arms up, and turned her
around such that her back was now facing the cavity of the iron maiden. The man
bent Vampirella at the waist, and aimed her crotch at the two iron monsters. He
backed her onto the dildos. The longer one entered her vagina first, and she
whimpered as she felt it go up her. It seemed far too large for her tract. It
became worse when she was pressed down further, and felt the shorter plug enter
her anus. Although the pear had loosened Vampirella's asshole considerably
during its tenure, the fact that her vagina was already being filled meant that
the arm entering her made her feel as if she was being filled up beyond her
limits. But the downward pressure on her shoulders exerted by the man was
relentless, and she was forced down until the two prongs were firmly seated
inside of her.
Then with
a firm shove, the man pushed Vampirella into the iron maiden. As she backed
into the pod, the frame on which the dildos were mounted swung up between her
legs, just above the links of the chain that bound her thighs, shoving higher
up into her lower tracks before the frame clicked into place with a metallic
finality.
The iron
maiden was narrow, and the sides pressed in firmly against Vampirella’s sides.
A trough on the back accepted her arms, and added its strength to those of the
arm binder. When she was firmly fitted in place, the man drew a thick chain
from the left inner side of the iron maiden across Vampirella's chest, just
above her breasts, to the right side, where he shackled the other end into an
eyebolt. He pulled a second chain across her flat abdomen, and, kneeling down,
pulled a third chain across her knees and a fourth across her ankles.
The man
now stood back, and swung the lid of the iron maiden shut on Vampirella. The
lid fitted snugly over her, adding to her imprisonment. The man reached through
the two openings over her chests, and took hold of her breasts, and adjusted
them until they were projecting through the openings, hanging over the lower
parts of the openings. He took one breast, and swung the metallic cup on that
side in. He fed the breast into the rubber-lined cup and swung it shut with a
decisive click. He did the same with the other breasts.
The man
now swung the face plate partially closed. He took a rubber tube that was
connected to the inside of the face plate, at the point where the ball-gagged
mouth was, and fed the other end of the tube into the hole on the front of the
rubber cup on her face, pushing it firmly into place. He then reached up
towards the top of the iron maiden, and pulled down a rubber tube with a steel
nut at the end.
Vampirella
could not see what he was doing as he pulled the tube to the other side of the
face plate, but his arms moved as if he was screwing the steel nut into place
over the steel tube coming out from the front of the face plate.
The man
now stepped back to look at his captive, cocooned helplessly in an iron pod,
with only her muzzled face showing. She pushed against the iron holding her
tightly, but this only proved to her the strength of her bondage, which
effectively reduced her movements to nil.
The man
took a plastic box from a pocket in his black latex coat, and pressed a switch.
"Suck
on the cock, you slut." The man ordered. She obeyed reluctantly, sucking
on the rubber penis in her mouth, like a baby sucking on the nipple of a milk
bottle. At first nothing happened. Then, suddenly, a jet of warm liquid hit
Vampirella in the back of her throat, and she involuntarily swallowed. It was
blood! Hot fresh blood! She swallowed greedily. It did not taste of human
blood, but rather of goat's blood, but it was good enough to satiate her
hunger. She immediately sucked on the penis with much greater enthusiasm.
The man
smiled as he observed this. He pressed another switch on the plastic box. The
two objects inside of Vampirella suddenly came alive. Caught off guard, she
screamed into her gag as they vibrated powerfully within her. Despite this, she
immediately resumed sucking on the penis gag in her mouth, so intense was her
hunger.
Then the
man swung the face plate close, plunging Vampirella once more into
claustrophobic darkness. For a moment, she ignored all these and continued sucking
on the rubber cock in her mouth. Then she felt a shudder, and felt the iron
maiden containing her rise up into the air. It went up for some time before
coming to a sudden halt, swinging in the air like a pendulum. Then all was
silence.
With
Vampirella's sight and hearing now isolated from the outside world within her
iron coffin, she was left only with the powerful simulation in her crotch from
the powerful pulsation of the prongs. This isolation somehow made the
vibrations inside of her feel even more simulating, driving her rapidly towards
orgasm.
Against
her will, Vampirella moaned with pleasure into her gag at the treatment.
Time
seemed to stretch forever for the captive Vampirella. All that broke the dark
and silent existence for her was when she was fed, and when the vibrators
within her came to life. The two came together, always. When the vibrators were
silent, the penis gag would not feed her, no matter how hard she sucked on it.
When the vibrators start, she could feed for as long as she sucked on the
rubber penis.
The
periods of time during which the vibrators would be alive and Vampirella could
feed would vary. Sometimes, the activity of the vibrators within her would seem
to last forever, even after she had orgased several times over. At other times,
the periods would be frustratingly short, leaving Vampirella just short of an
orgasm. She could not say which was worse, for each situation would impose its
own kind of torment.
As time
passed, Vampirella became aware of a new sensation that had been added to her
torment. It began with the sensation of tingling in her breasts, which drew her
attention to them. With each feeding, they seemed to become more filled, become
heavier. Eventually, a stage was reached where they felt as if they were full,
making them uncomfortable. They became so engorged that they pressed hard
against the cups containing them.
This
seemed to trigger something. There was a hissing sound and quite unexpectedly,
the rubber lining on the metallic cups holding Vampirella's breasts suddenly
gripped them. She felt as if air was being pumped into the cups, as indeed they
were. As this happened, the rubber material around her breasts gripped them and
squeezed them, hard. She moaned at the sensation. There was another hiss, and
she felt air rushed out of the cups against her nipples. This process was
repeated again and again, and she could not understand the intent of this at
first. Suddenly, she felt her nipples squirting out warm liquid, and realized
with shock that she was lactating.
At this
point, two hidden speakers mounted in the sides of the iron maiden, next to
Vampirella's ears, suddenly came to life. The voice they carried was that of
the man.
"The
blood that you've been fed contained a kind of hormone, which triggers your
body to produce milk. This hormone is different from the kind that occurs
naturally in human women. This is hormone has been genetically modified to
suite the physiology of vampiresses. Indeed, with your kind, this hormone
forced your bodies to produce much more milk than a human woman would
naturally, making your kind perfect cows." The man explained as the rubber
lining continued to work away at her.
Cows.
Vampirella had been humiliated and abused verbally before in her misadventures,
but she had never been called a cow before. She felt the hot flash of anger
mixed with humiliation welling up inside her, but heavily restrained as she
was, she was helpless to do anything about it. The vampiress cursed something
inaudible under her rubber gag as the cups continued to milk her.
"As
you might remember, we have a lot of vampiresses locked up in here in the iron
pods. All of them are being milked, just as you are. The amount we can produce
each day can be quite substantial.
"Unlike
human women, the milk that you produced is laced heavily with red blood cells,
giving it a pink hue, like strawberry milk. We have long since found the
benefits of such milk. It is highly regenerative for humans. For example, it
works much better on the human skin than plastic surgery, making the skin look
younger. Perhaps it is ironical that creatures that feed on us humans can be
exploited to our own benefits.”
"Ummph!"
Vampirella moaned even as the man ended his lecture. Aside from the humiliation
of being made a cow, the sensations of the pumps manipulating her breasts were
not pleasant. She felt as if two powerful hands were squeezing her breasts and
pulling at her tits, all at the same time.
As if to
distract Vampirella's attention from her milking, the two monsters within her came
alive again. She shuddered and shook in her iron bonds as the pumps on her
breasts and the dildo and plug inserted inside of her worked on her, simulating
her senses with their work. She could feel herself being pushed rapidly towards
a climax, probably because of the way the pumps on her breasts were kneading
them, triggering her body's sensual responses. The pumps and the toys did not
stop when she climaxed once, but continued on, squeezing more milk and orgasms
out of her.
Vampirella
did not know how long she was kept in that state of torment. It must have been
hours. The process only stopped when her breasts could produce no more milk, no
matter how hard the pumps worked on her. Only then, were the pumps and the
dildos switched off, leaving the iron encased Vampirella drenched in sweat and
completely drained of milk, cum and energy.
"Not
bad at all." The man's voice came over the speaker, "We managed to
extract almost two full tanks from you. We'd better get this to the processing
plant before it turns bad. I suggest you get a little rest, my little cow.
After all, we'll need you to be in tip-top condition to produce the best
milk."
From that
point, Vampirella's life turned definitely for the worse. She would be milked
regularly. She would only know that she was being milked when she heard the
hissing noises around her breasts, and felt the rubber lining around them
contract. In time, she could guess when she was about to be milked. It would be
when her breasts felt the fullest and heaviest. And invariably, she would be
milked while she was fed through the penis gag, with the vibrators were set off
inside of. She knew the intent of such an arrangement, given her experience as
a captive in the hands of the Cowboy and the Prince. It was a typical Pavlovian
arrangement, designed to train her mind and body in certain behaviours, to
associate certain the basic need for feeding with the stimulation of her sex.
This was what the man had been doing to her. Indeed, her earlier experiences
had conditioned her in such a way that she was much more receptive to this new
treatment.
Now, the
man had added a cruel and humiliating twist to that equation, making her
lactate whenever she feeds. She was becoming increasingly exhausted by her
treatment. To her exhaustion was added the fact that with her senses cut off, the
only sensations she was allowed were from the vibrators working on her crotch,
sexually stimulating her, and the pumps on her breasts. Her mind began to
coalesce around those sensations, needing them, wanting them, becoming addicted
to them.
Thus,
once more, Vampirella was being turned into a nymphomaniac against her will.
Despite her awareness of this, there was absolutely nothing she could do about
it as she continued to feed, cum and lactate in her merciless iron bonds.
Indeed, this very awareness of her fate, of her own helplessness, adds to her
torment and her humiliation, and finally, after weeks of this treatment, the
breaking of her will.
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Vampirella
first became aware that there was a change in her circumstances where she felt
the iron maiden she was in being lowered until its bottom hit the floor with a
hollow thud. Then the face plate was opened, letting in light for the first
time in a long while, forcing her to close her eyes. She felt the rubber tube
inserted into her rubber gag being pulled out. Then, the lid of the pod was
opened, exposing her body, glistering from sweat, to the cold air. The chains
holding her to the back of the iron maiden were undone. As she was pulled out,
the two objects inserted into her crotch was tilted forward and then yanked
free from within her, causing her to moan at the sensation.
Vampirella's
legs felt wobbly, like jelly. She found it difficult to balance for, other than
her prolonged imprisonment, her legs were still hobbled by the iron chains
binding her thighs. Another thing that made it difficult for her to walk
properly was her breasts, which were now larger than before. They hung pink and
engorged in front of her chest.
Nonetheless,
it felt good to be at last free from the confines of the iron coffin. But her
captor did not let her rest for long. A latex hood was immediately pulled over
her head, effectively blindfolding her, before she felt a snap hook being
fitted to the padlock on her throat, and a steady pull on her collar. She
recognized that she was being led by a leash, and she followed as best as she
could, given that her sense of balance was still shaky. Her unnaturally large
breasts slapped against her chest as she moved.
Thankfully,
Vampirella did not have to negotiate any staircase in her condition. She felt
herself being led through a number of turns, before going down a long corridor.
Then, she felt a sudden rise in temperature.
Vampirella
was pushed forward a few steps, then turned around. She felt a blow to the back
of her knees, which forced her to fall on her knees. She felt her arms being
tilt up until it was parallel to the ground. Then, she felt something being
fitted to the screw holding the manacle on her right wrist to the iron bar. She
felt a vibration through the manacle, and dimly heard the high-pitch whine of
an electric screw-driver through the rubber pad on her ears. She felt the manacle
come loose. But it did not stay that way for long. She felt her right lower arm
being pulled to one side, and placed against something solid. There was a pause
before she felt something fitted to the screw-hole of the wrist manacle,
recently vacated by the screw, followed by a dull click, barely audible through
her hood. This process was repeated with her left wrist. She tugged
experimentally on them, and found that they would not give.
When both
her wrists were secured, Vampirella's captor or captors turned to the manacles
holding her elbows. They were released from the iron bar, but without being
secured to whatever was holding her wrists. Finally, she felt the same
vibration and high-pitch whine just behind her neck, and guessed that the iron
bar had now being removed from her collar. But even as the bar was removed,
something just as unyielding replaced it, and locked into place, and the collar
became immobile, holding her neck in merciless rigidity.
Still
blind and partially deaf, Vampirella now felt her boots being unzipped and
removed from her feet. Then there was a thud, and the dull sound of a motor
running, and she felt a powerful force lift up her collar, which forced her to
stand up. As she was lifted to an upright position, she felt an iron bar roll
forward under her feet, and she had to step on it to avoid hanging by her
throat. When she was upright, she felt iron manacles being placed around her
ankles. The chain binding her thighs were finally removed and her legs pulled
apart. The manacles were then secured in the same way as those holding her
wrists. When Vampirella tested the new arrangements, she found that she could
barely move any of her limbs.
It was
only when she had been so bound that Vampirella's blindfold was removed. It
took her eyes a while to adjust to the relatively bright light of the room she
found herself in. The room had the same ugly concrete walls as that where she
had been held as a vampiress cow for so many days. But instead of the milking
platform, she saw that there was a tub in the centre of the room, made from
concrete. It was filled with hot soapy water.
Vampirella
found that she had been secured to a long rectangular iron frame that fitted
her lanky frame perfectly, almost as if it had been measured for her. The frame
was suspended from the ceiling by a pair of mechanical arms, which were
connected to the middle of both sides of the frame. A pair of iron bars were
wielded to the top corners of the frame, reaching down passed her ears to
behind her neck, where they were secured to her collar, holding her head up.
Glancing down, she could just see her wrist shackles, and saw that they were
held against brackets against the side of the frame by heavy screws. She had no
doubt that her ankles had been similarly secured.
Vampirella
looked up to see the man standing in front of her, still in his thick latex
coat. He did not seem to mind the temperature of the room, even dressed as he
was. He was standing next to a standing mirror, which was fogged over from the
steam coming from the water. When he saw that Vampirella was looking at him, he
brushed his hand up and down the mirror to clear the condensation, allowing her
to have a good look at herself for the first time in days.
What
Vampirella saw shocked her. The first thing that she noticed, was that her
costume was ragged and torn from the attacks of the rats, such that it was
hardly concealing her body. However, what was even more shocking was the state
of her breasts. She had large firm breasts, but her ordeal as a vampiress cow
had caused her breasts to engorge such that they looked rather out of
proportions, reaching down like large juicy melons towards her slim waist. Her
nipples had become enlarged such that they looked like brown buttons on light
brown disks.
"Don't
worry about your breasts," the man said when he saw Vampirella staring at
their reflection in the mirror, "Once we stop your hormone treatment, they
will return to normal. After all, we won't want you to look like some
ridiculous porn star, do we?"
Vampirella
thought that this was precisely what the man was trying to do, and this was yet
another way of humiliating her.
The man
walked up to her, and Vampirella saw that the man was holding a large pair of
scissors. He parted the jaws of the scissors, and slipped one of them under her
white collar, to the right of her throat. He cut the collar of the badly torn
costume, and the ragged front of the costume fell forward. He then cut the hips
of the costume, and ripped the costume away from her body, leaving her
completely naked.
As the
man stepped back and went to a wall of the chamber where a switchbox had been
affixed, Vampirella noticed for the first time in the mirror that a metal pole
rose from the rectangular frame she had been bound to, up from between her
shackled ankles and her legs, aiming towards her crotch. The tip of the pole
reached only her knees, but terminated with a pair of ominous-looking brush
that extended up to her thighs. It was not difficult to speculate on their
purpose.
The man
threw a lever, and the sound of a motor running could be heard. The mechanical
arms retracted, lifting the iron frame holding Vampirella up into the air. The
frame travelled for a distance until it was suspended over one end of the tub.
Then slowly, as Vampirella struggled futilely with her bonds, it was lowered
into the water. As the bottom of the frame touched the bottom of the tub, the
frame began to tilt back, lowering Vampirella backwards into the tub, immersing
her body in the hot water. The frame stopped there, with her face just out of
the water, the lower half of which was still covered by the rubber cup.
Despite
her bondage, the hot water felt good, as Vampirella was immersed up to her
neck. She could feel the accumulated grime of her captivity over the past days
slowly dissolve away in the hot soapy water. Just as she was beginning to
relax, she heard the man throw another lever. Instantly, she heard some
bubbling sound between her legs, and she knew what would happen next. Still,
the entry of the whirling brushes into her vagina and her anus came as shocks.
She screamed into her rubber gag, and her body convulsed as the brushes screwed
their way into her body. She threshed in her bondage, but they held her down
tightly.
"Now
now, we have to be sure that every part is clean." The man cooed as
Vampirella struggled futilely. The brushes went up and down her tracts,
scrubbing the walls of her sensitive areas with bristles made of soft rubber,
such that they would not damage her. Still, it felt as if her vagina and anus
were being scrapped by steel brushes.
When at
last the brushes were withdrawn, Vampirella slumped down in her shackles and
collar, exhausted. She made no protest as the man took a sponge and rubber the
exposed area of her face with it. He reached down into the water, under her
head, and unstrapped the rubber cup, and pulled the rubber gag from her mouth. There
was no danger of any resistance, for the way her neck was clamped held her head
rigidly as well. Her nose came dangerously close to the water, and she could
make no imprudent attempt to bite him as he washed the lower part of her face.
When this was done, the man replaced the rubber gag in her mouth, and strapped
it firmly in place again.
The man
rose and went back to the switch box. Pulling a lever down, the mechanical arms
now raise the iron frame until Vampirella was completely out of the water. The
mechanical arms then returned Vampirella to the spot before the mirror. Then
man turned and left the room by an entrance behind Vampirella. He did not
return until she had dripped dry.
Vampirella
heard several sets of footsteps following behind the man, and soon, two women
came into view. They had had their heads shaven, like the man, and they too
were in thick latex costumes. These had high collars which reached up to their
noses, covering their mouths completely. At the chest level, they had slots
which exposed the breasts of the women. These were lifted up by the top of
latex corsets which squeezed their waist in, and emphasizing the flare of their
hips, from which bell skirts hung. These skirts extended all the way down to
the floor, and their fronts were entirely missing, revealing the shaven groins
of the women, and their long slender legs. These legs ended in knee-length
high-heeled boots, which clicked on the floor as they walked.
Silently
the women came up to Vampirella, each pushing a cart before her. As the man watched
silently, one of the women pulled back a cloth covering the top of the cart to
reveal a tray containing an old-fashioned straight-edge razor, and a cup with a
shaving brush. One of the women stirred the shaving brush, and Vampirella could
see the white foam within. She took the brush out of the cup and applied a
generous amount of shaving foam to the fuzzy pubic hair on Vampirella's crotch.
The other woman took up the brush and went to work shaving her private part,
careful not to snag the blade on her clitoris ring. Vampirella tried to remain
as still as she could, afraid of what damage a rash move might cause to her
crotch as the woman worked with the straight-edge razor. When she was done, the
first woman took a towel and wiped her crotch, then stepped back and picked up
a mirror. She placed it at an angle in front of Vampirella's crotch to allow
her to see the women's handiwork. She could see that her crotch had been clean
shaven, with her labia lips pinkish and prominent in their nakedness, the
silver ring on her clitoris hood shining in the light.
With
Vampirella shaved, the women now turned to the second cart. Pulling back a
towel, they revealed a neatly folded costume. It was made of red latex,
polished such that the surface shone in the light. The women held it up, and
Vampirella saw that it was a corset, with red heavy duty zip in front, and a
laced up back. A hoop skirt flared from the bottom of the corset, and like the
latex garments on the women before her, the front was missing.
The women
undid the open-ended zip in front, and opened the corset. They fitted the
corset around Vampirella's slim waist, and pulled the zip up over the front of
her flat abdomen. The front of the corsets reached only to under her breasts,
allowing the heavy mounds to hang over the top, but the sides of the corset
scooped upwards till they reached under her armpits. When the clasps in front
were all done up, the women turned to her back, and she felt the laces being
tightened ruthlessly, squeezing her waist in. She moaned in protest, but the
women gave no quarter, continuing to pull on the ends of the laces until they
would not move any more. They then tied it into reef knot to hold them in
place.
Having
done this, one of the women reached back between her legs to the hoop of the
skirt where Vampirella could feel something dangling from the inside of the
back of the corset. The woman pulled on this object, and Vampirella could feel
the bite of a thin leather strap being pulled forward over her crotch. The
woman fed the strap through her clitoris ring before spreading her labia lips
to feed the strap between them. She pulled the strap up the front of the
captive vampiress. The tip of the strap had a D-ring, through which was secured
a small padlock, which the woman now opened. She fed the shank of the padlock
through each of the two heavy-duty nylon loops at the bottom of the corset, one
on either side of the zip, and snap the lock shut.
The women
went back to the cart and one of them picked up a key. The other women stepped
up to her crotch, and threaded a finger through the clitoris ring. The threat
was all too obvious, and Vampirella made no move as the first woman opened the
shackle around her right ankle. She then went back to the cart and picked up a
high-heeled boot. It was made of black PVC, like her own boots, but these were
much longer than hers. Instead of a long zip, the boot was held close by a
series of buckles along the outer leg of the boot. And instead of the three-inch
heel, it had a full seven-inch heel. To compensate for such a long heel, the
front of the sole had a three-inch high platform attached.
The woman
took Vampirella's right foot and fed it into the boot. She let Vampirella rest
the crook, formed by the high heel and the sole of the boot, on the bottom of
the frame as she belted up the buckles that ran up the side of the boot. When
she was done, she pulled Vampirella's ankle back to the side of the frame, and
secured it with the shackle. The woman took up another boot, and put it on
Vampirella's left leg, after having released it from the frame. Like the right
leg, the woman secured Vampirella's left ankle to the frame again once she was
done.
The women
now turned to Vampirella's arms. Again, under threat of a nasty retaliation
using the clitoris ring should she resist, the women released her right wrist.
Then she folded the vampiress’s arm to one side until the manacle encircling
her upper arm came to rest against the iron frame she was fettered to. A large padlock
was inserted through the empty bolt hole of the manacle – where the screw had
secured it to the iron bar down her back previously – before being locked
around the frame. This secured her elbow against the frame.
The woman
took a long black latex glove from the cart and took up Vampirella's right
hand. Bunching it into a fist, she fed it into the glove. The hand of the glove
was nothing more than a bag with no fingers, and it held Vampirella's hand in
the shape of a fist as the glove was pulled up her wrist. The woman unlocked
the manacle to allow her to pull the glove past the joint before quickly
putting the iron band back into its proper place again. Then the captive’s
elbow was released from the frame and the wrist restored to its previous anchoring
point.
The woman
continued pulling the glove up Vampirella’s slender arm until she reached the
manacle encircling the point above her elbow. Releasing this manacle now, she
continued pulling up the glove until it reached her armpit. Then, she pulled up
the heavy duty zip on the glove. The latex glove squeezed against the flesh of the
slave’s arm as it made its way up to her armpit. The women secured her right
arm, and then repeated the process to dress her left arm.
Now, the
man threw a switch on the switchbox, which lowered the frame down to the floor.
One of the women pulled back on Vampirella's long black hair, while the other
opened her iron collar. She then picked up one last item from the cart. It was
a posture collar, made from shiny white high-impact ballistic plastic. The back
opened up to embrace her neck. The front of the collar had an upraised tongue
to push up the chin of the wearer, and a hem that tapered down to end with a
D-ring.
Pulling
it back around her neck, the woman secured the collar with three white leather
straps that lined the opening from top to bottom. When this was done, the first
woman released Vampirella's hair allowing her chin to rest on the tongue of the
collar. She found that the posture collar’s structure was such that she had to
maintain a head's-up attitude. There was just no way for her to lower her head
with the tongue pressing up against her chin. Glancing down at the mirror, she
could see the full costume now. The white posture collar reached down between
her breasts, to end at the top of the corset, just where the zip rested. Taking
a small lock, the woman secured the zip of the corset to D-ring. This lock,
together with the lock on the strap in the raven-haired prisoner's crotch,
locked the costume onto Vampirella's body. She would not be able to remove them
unless she had the keys to the pair of locks.
The women
each picked up a short chain, with snap hooks on either end. One of them went
round to the back, and hooked one hook to each of the holes of the shackles
around her upper arms, where screws had previously been used to hold them to
the iron bar of the arm-binder. The chain was so short that the woman had to
pull Vampirella's arms back to do this.
When she
was done, she released the manacle around Vampirella's right wrist from the
frame. The other woman now placed one of the snap-hooks of her chain into the
screw hole of the manacle. When the first woman freed the other manacle on
Vampirella's left wrist, she pulled the short chain across the front of her groin
to secure it to that iron band. With Vampirella's hands imprisoned in the
fingerless gloves, she could not undo the snap hooks herself.
Finally,
the women uncoupled the ankle shackles from the iron frame. Freed from the
frame at last, Vampirella hesitated before being pushed forward for a few
steps. A sharp blow to the back of her knees caused her to fall on them. One of
the women unbuckled the straps holding the rubber gag in her mouth, and removed
it. Then she yanked Vampirella's head back by her hair, so that the other woman
could now press in a red ball-gag with black straps. Once this was secured
around her head, she took a lipstick and applied its glossy cherry red hue thickly
onto Vampirella's parted lips. Then she picked up a compact with a small brush,
and applied a thick layer of eye shadow to her eyelids. She completed the eye
make-up with an eye-liner. Finally, she applied mascara thickly on the
captive's eye-lashes, before completing the make-up with dabs of rouge on her
high cheekbones.
The women
now lifted Vampirella onto her feet, and allowed her to look at herself for the
first time. The first thought that came to Vampirella's mind was that she
looked like a whore. The make-up on her face was much too thick, with the
lipstick and eye-shadows being a glossy shade of cherry red. The lining on her
eyes were thick black lines, which together with the black mascara, gave her
large green eyes a dark gothic look. Her costume, with its strict corset,
squeezed in her waist to a degree she would not have thought possible, which in
turn accentuated her shapely hips, and her bloated breasts. From waist down,
the front of her body was exposed with the exception of the thin red leather
strap over her crotch. Her groin looked almost white in contrast to the shiny
red of the corset and the glossy black of the boots that reached almost to her
crotch.
"Excellent,
I think you are now ready to meet our guests." The man said.
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Vampirella
could just scream, but the ball-gag in her mouth forced her to remain silent.
The man had clipped a leash to Vampirella's clitoris ring, and then led her out
of the bath room, with the two women behind her, each wielding a cattle prod to
ensure her docility. The captive had a considerable height advantage over those
who kept her in bondage, but she had made no attempts at resistance, given the
way her arms had been chained and the leash on her clitoris ring. She knew that
one wrong move would have very painful results.
Besides,
the seven-inch high heel boots with its elevated platform were difficult to
walk in, much less to fight in. The sheaths that formed the top had a layer of
glossy PVC on the surface, which concealed the thick rubber inner layer. This
layer of rubber was much stiffer, and made it difficult for her to bend her
legs. It had taken some effort for Vampirella to both maintain her balance and
to bend her legs to walk normally. It did not help that as she walked, her
over-sized breasts were juggling and bouncing on her chests, bouncing against
her ribcage.
The man
had brought Vampirella back into the drainage system, and they had walked a
short distance to arrive at a door, which led into a large chamber. The chamber
was high, being nearly three-storied, with arches lining the sides, betraying
its ancient origins. It was also quite long, perhaps extending for fifty meters
or so. On the other hand, the width of the chamber was barely half of its
length.
The
chamber had been decorated with gigantic drop screens on all four sides. Some
wild music video was being projected onto the screens from projectors mounted
from the ceiling. Loud gothic metal music flooded the cavernous space. On the
floor of the chamber, there were two rows of day beds which occupied almost the
entire length of the chamber. A large king-sized day-beds was placed at the end
of the chamber. All the beds had black glossy latex bed sheets, and most of
them were occupied by occupants dressed in rubber or latex.
Strict
latex corsets were apparently very popular with these people, for it was much
in evidence. Even some of the men were dressed in them. Vampirella had been
shocked to see a man wearing a rubber corset with garters holding up fishnet
stockings. His face had been beautifully made up and he was wearing a black
Midori wig. But he was obviously a man, as he had dome-shaped breasts, and his
crotch was uncovered, showing off a huge erect penis with a penis ring at its
root.
The man
had been lounging on a day-bed, and holding a leash. The leash led to the
collar around the neck of a woman. Her head had been encased in a red rubber
hood, which left only her eyes and lower jaws exposed. The hood was also fitted
with a leather muzzle cage which shielded her mouth. She too was wearing a
corset, made of red PVC. The corset had cruel boning that plunged from her
ample breasts down to her waist. Her body from her hips down was completely
uncovered, except for a pair of high-heeled red PVC boots. Her arms, like
Vampirella's, were encased in fingerless gloves, and her wrists were linked
together by chains. As Vampirella walked past, the woman parted her ruby red
lips and hissed, dropping her jaws to reveal a pair of canine fangs.
Vampirella
had realized with a shock that the woman was a vampiress. Besides the give-away
of the fanged teeth, there was also the vampiress's unmistakable smell.
Glancing up, she could see at least a dozen other vampiresses, easily
identifiable, as they were all dressed in red, and they all hissed at her as
she walked past. She was not surprise at this, for they could smell her as well
as she could smell them, and they knew what she was, if not who she was. In a
way, vampires are like pack animals, with very strong senses of territoriality.
The intrusion of a new vampiress amongst the pack would not be welcome.
Vampirella
had had no choice in the matter of course, as the man led her up to the end of
the chamber. She had had to negotiate the few steps up to the platform upon
which the king-sized day bed had been placed.
An
African woman was lounging on the day-bed. Her body was well built with broad
shoulders, although her limbs were slender and long. Unlike the dominant style
in the chamber, her hair had not been shaved off, although it was only short
blonde fuzz. She was dressed in a glossy black latex dress that sheathed her
body from head to toe. The dress incorporated a corset, of course, as well as a
high collar which accentuated her swan-like neck. Her two large breasts were
exposed before her, their purple nipples proud and dominant in the mounds of
dark brown. The front of the skirt of the dress had a long zip running down the
entire length, and it was open, to reveal her shaved crotch and her
thigh-length black PVC high-heeled boots. In her right hand, she was holding
two leashes, which led to the collars on two kneeling vampiresses. One, with
long blonde hair, wore only a leather harness that criss-crossed her body and
enmeshing her large white breasts. The other, with a beautiful elfin oriental
face, was dressed in a sort of leotard with a halter top and high-mandarin collar.
Both were tall and slender, and both had leather face cages fitted to their
faces by strong leather straps. They had stared hostilely at Vampirella as she
approached.
"Well,
well, well," the African woman had said with a thin smile on her lips,
"So this is the famous Vampirella. I must congratulate you on your
achievement. You have captured the ultimate vampiress."
"And
I see that you have brought your two latest acquisitions with you." The
man said, getting onto the day-bed besides the African woman, but still holding
on to Vampirella's leash.
"It
is too bad that we have lost two of our colleagues." The African woman had
said, although her tone betrayed her indifference to their deaths.
"Their
destruction was all the more evidence of this creature's potential." The
man had said. He yanked her leash lightly. Vampirella let out an involuntary
yelp and fell on her knees before the bed.
"Has
she been trained yet?" the African woman had asked, observing Vampirella.
"She
is still being broken, but I do prefer my slaves a little wild." The man
had said.
At that
moment, a woman dressed in a latex maid costume, encased in latex from head to
toe, with white PVC apron in front of her body, and a white lacy hat on her
head, tottered up to the day bed on her high heels. She had a tray in her
gloved hands. She placed the tray on the bed between the African woman and the
man, and withdrew. On the tray were two glasses, both filled with a pink milky
liquid.
"And
this is from her?" the African woman had inquired, picking up one of the
glasses, an inquiry to which the man nodded. She took a sip.
"Excellent
vintage!" the African woman exclaimed laughing, "I must get enough to
take a bath in."
Vampirella
had felt a flare of anger within her at this. She had then impudently tried to
strike at the woman, although her apparel made it a sluggish movement, easily
defeated by a firm tug on the leash linked to her clit ring. Nonetheless, such
an act of disobedience must, of course, be punished, and retaliation was not
slow in coming.
The
African woman had laughed and clapped her hands three times. The man, acting
embarrassed, had stood up and yanked her leash to force her onto her feet. He
led her down from the platform as something large was rolled onto a spot in
front of the stage from the side of the chamber, where it had been kept
unobtrusively in an alcove.
The
object was a large steel framework of lattice, which formed the outlines of a
sphere. In the middle of the framework, a reclining seat was fitted, padded
with leather. Vampirella had been led into the framework of chromed steel. She
had tried to fight the man, but when several men and women came up to help him.
Weak as she was from her captivity and ordeals, and heavily encumbered as she
was by her bondage and dress, she was overpowered and placed flat on her back
on to the reclining seat. Her legs had been parted and spread over a pair of
steel arms extending from below the chair, and the iron shackles on her feet
were clipped onto steel snap hooks at the end of the arms. This left her legs
bent but spread open before her, as if she was seeing gynecologist. Her arms
and wrists were pressed to the side of the reclining chair, which had more
snap-hooks fitted. In a short time, the manacles on her elbows and wrists had
been secured to the sides of the chair as well.
Then
someone grabbed hold of Vampirella's hair. The ball-gag in her mouth was now
removed, but immediately replaced by a chrome ring-gag which was inserted
between her open her jaws. This ring gag was strapped into place behind her
head. Then her head was pushed flat onto the back of the chair, and a broad
leather strap drawn across her eyes. This strap was buckled tightly in place,
pinning her head onto the chair, and blindfolding her.
"Ladies
and gentlemen, help yourselves!" the man had said, thus officially
beginning her ordeal.
As she
fought against the restraints, Vampirella felt warm hands running up and down
her body, feeling her in the most intimate areas, squeezing her breasts and
parting her labia lips. Then she felt a presence between her spread legs, and
suddenly a hot rod of flesh was plunged into her vagina. She started screaming
into her ring gag, but her mouth was immediately filled by another penis.
Much to
Vampirella's shame, the moment the penis was inserted into her mouth, she
started sucking on it, as if it was the rubber penis that had fed her blood
through her captivity. The man had trained her well, for she worked expertly at
the man, manipulating his knob with her tongue until, suddenly, he ejaculated
into her mouth.
Vampirella
did not have time to worry about that as she suddenly felt a weight astride her
stomach. A pair of hands took hold of her large breasts, and she felt the heat
of another penis, now in her cleavage. The hands pushed her breasts together,
clipping the penis, and the man began to ride her breasts, manipulating his
penis with her breasts. She had never been breast-fucked before, and to be
introduced to this experience in bondage was harrowing.
The penis
in Vampirella's vagina ejaculated into her, and was replaced almost immediately
by another penis. Then another penis was shoved into her mouth, and she started
working on it immediately. She felt the man on her face ejaculate just as the
man working on her breasts did the same, spreading warm semen all over her
chest. The man at her crotch followed soon.
But if
Vampirella thought that this was as bad as it could get, she was wrong. She
felt herself being rolled in the sphere until she was tilted to her right. The
steel arm to which her left leg was shackled to was now extended up, stretching
her left leg up into the sky and back. Before she knew it, a hot rod each was
shoved up both her vagina and her anus. She did not know how the men had
managed that, given that she was blindfolded, but the sensation of two large
penises pounding away at her crotch was staggering. As if this was not enough,
yet another penis was shoved into her mouth, and she was forced to work it. As
soon as each penis completed its work, another would replace it in all of her
three orifices.
And it
was not just the men who made use of Vampirella. The women soon joined in. She
would feel tongues worm its way into her vagina tract and licking her asshole.
She would have crotch seated on her face, forcing her to extend out her tongue
to lick the pussy of the crotch, manipulating the clit blindly, before
thrusting her tongue into the vagina of the woman sitting on her face. After a
while, she added the seeds of a woman to the semen of the men in her mouth.
Vampirella
did not know how long the men and women worked on her. It all became a series
of penises, pussies and tongues, penetrating into her, ejaculating into her,
making use of her mouth, breasts, vagina and anus. The sexual assault on her
senses from so many people was becoming too much for her. She resisted
valiantly for a long time, but the inevitable occurred. Her mind broke under
the strain of so many rapes happening one after another, and she passed out.
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Vampirella
woke up in darkness and silence. For a moment she panicked, when she realized
that she was in a liquid of some sort. Then she found that a rubber mask was
pressed firmly against her face, feeding her air through a hose. The familiar
shape of a penis shaped rubber gag was also in her mouth.
As
Vampirella became more aware of her environment, she became aware that she was
in a foetal position. Her ankles were bound to her thighs by something which
felt like chains, and her upper thighs, in turn, were bound to her torso by
more chains. Her arms had been pulled behind her, and her wrists chained
together.
The
liquid that Vampirella was in seemed was thick and offered some resistance to
her movement, almost as if she was in a gel of some sort. The liquid was also
dense enough to hold her suspended in its midst. It was only by a deliberate
rocking of her body that she could propel herself to the side of the container
she was in.
It was
not a big container, just big enough to hold Vampirella suspended in it without
her body touching any parts of it. The absence of light made it impossible for
her to discern the shape of the container. When she hit the side, she heard the
sound of the chains around her legs striking the side, producing a distinctly
metallic sound.
A moment
after Vampirella had made the sound, two powerful sources of vibration came
from her crotch. As usual, her captors had not neglected to plug both her lower
tracts, and she shuddered at the powerful forces coursing through her. Vampirella
was thus left in this sensory-deprived environment, with only the irregular
periods of vibrations form the dildo and plug inside her to keep her company.
And, as was the practice, the stimulation of her sexual organs was accompanied
invariably by her feeding.
But what
was not usual was that the new condition that Vampirella had been placed in was
not as debilitating as her imprisonment in the chamber of the rat or the
milking iron maiden. Instead, as time passed, Vampirella felt as if she was
actually becoming stronger. With each successive feeding, she felt more and
more like old self, with her strength returning. Perhaps it was because the
blood that they fed her with was not pig's blood or some other substitute. It
was also not even human blood, but something much potent - vampire blood.
It reached
a stage in which Vampirella felt more powerful than she had ever felt before.
She began to struggle with her bondage. She struggled and pulled at the chains.
For a time, the chains held her firmly, but she could feel herself becoming
stronger.
Then,
after a feeding session in which she was fed vampire blood mixed with something
unknown, Vampirella could feel herself changing. Her body was burning inside
with trapped energy. She had felt like this before, when she had gorged on
demon and vampire blood. She could feel her body changing, transforming itself.
Something seemed to be tearing its way out from her back, and she knew, she
felt, her wings growing behind her until they were squeezed between her back
and the shell she was in. She could feel her limbs becoming longer and
stronger.
Vampirella
felt power pour through her limbs, and she pulled mightily at the chains
holding her. For a moment, they held her still, then the weaker links began to
give way, until she snapped the chains apart. She was free! She extended her
body in the liquid until she came up against the shell of the container. She
could feel the shape better now. It was tapered towards the top, and had a
broad bottom. Turning her body to brace her back against the wall of the shell,
she struck out with her feet against the shell.
The wall
of the shell shattered from the blow, and the viscous liquid began to drain out
of the hole. She gripped the rubber hoses connecting the rubber mask on her
face to the top of the shell and pulled it off her face, taking in fresh air.
The rubber straps holding the mask to her face snapped and came free. She
reached down, and pulled at the tubes connecting the dildo and plug within her
to the floor of the container. The tubes came free, but the dildo and plug,
locked within her by a metallic chastity belt, would not budge.
Ignoring
them for the moment, Vampirella pounded the rest of the shell with her bare
hands until she knocked more holes in them. In moments, she had smashed a hole
large enough for her squeeze through. She squeezed through the hole she had
made and crawled out of the container. She found herself perched on the
egg-shaped container that she had been placed in. The container was suspended
in a large and dark space by a metal tube to a ceiling far above her. It took
her a while to recognize her surrounding. She was in yet another of the large
chambers in the drainage system, but this chamber was huge, with the mouths of
pipes puncturing the walls all along its height. Water was pouring from many of
them, cascading down like waterfalls into a pool far below her.
Vampirella
looked down at herself and saw that she was completely naked with the exception
of the chastity belt around her groin, locked shut by a heavy padlock. She was
glad to see that her breasts had returned to their normal sizes, instead of the
swollen mounds that they had been. But while her breasts had returned to their
normal sizes, she found that her limbs seemed to have become longer and
stronger. Her fingers and toes seemed to have been similarly extended, with her
nails hardened to become talons. She had been first assumed this savage form
more than a decade ago when she had been in Paris, when she had confronted
Dracula. She had been most powerful and deadly in this form, and yet it was not
easy for her to mutate into this form. It seemed only to happen when she was
well fed on blood and was in great danger. She did not fully understand the
process herself
Vampirella
launched herself into the air. Her wings flapped and supported her as she flew
through the chamber until she came to the mouth of a tunnel. She found that it
was closed by a gate made of heavy iron bars. They would not budge even with
her strength. She flew to the next mouth, and then the next. It was not long before
she understood with growing frustration that she was still a prisoner, with all
the possible exits shut.
"I
see that our little bird has hatched." Said a voice which echoed through
the chamber. It took a while for Vampirella to locate where the voice was
coming from. At last, she looked down, and saw her captor standing on a ledge
just above the pool at the bottom of the chamber. The African woman stood
beside him, with the oriental vampiress squatting next to her, connected to her
hand by a leash. Unlike the last time she saw her, the oriental vampiress was
completely naked, except for a chastity belt around her groin, much like hers,
and a metallic posture collar covering her entire throat. Her leather face cage
had been removed, allowing Vampirella to see her face. Unlike the first time
that she saw her, the vampiress's face was almost animal like with completely
black eyes and pointed ears. These had by no means spoil the oriental
vampiress's beauty, but seemed to have enhanced it with a wild power.
As
Vampirella watched, the African woman removed the leash from the vampiress's
collar, and she stood up, launching herself into the air. She hurtled towards
Vampirella and before she could react, had smashed into her bodily. For a
moment, Vampirella had the wind knocked out of her, and she began to fall
towards the pool, but she recovered in time and caught the air with her wings.
She
turned, just in time to see the oriental vampiress diving down at her. She was
prepared this time, and twisted out of the way just at the right moment,
allowing the oriental vampiress to drop pass her. Then she folded her wings,
and dropped down after the other vampiress. She caught her feet, held them
together with her hands, and extended her wings, braking the fall of both of
them. Then she twisted her body around, and hurled the surprised vampiress
towards a near-by chamber wall.
The
oriental vampiress smashed into the wall and dropped down, but she managed to
recover just before she hit the water, and swooped back up. Vampirella flapped
her wings and flew higher up towards the ceiling of the chamber to gain the
height advantage. She turned, and dived towards her opponent, but she misjudged
her drop and missed. As she went past, she felt a pain rip through her right
flank. She looked down to see three deep and long cuts there left by the sharp
claws of the vampiress. She twisted around just in time to fend off another
attack by the vampiress, and left her own mark with her left hand. Both
vampiresses twisted away from one another and watched each other warily.
"Attack!"
the African woman screamed from below.
The
oriental vampiress hesitated just a moment before launching herself at
Vampirella. The hesitation was a mistake, for Vampirella had gauged her
intentions and her direction of attack as it came. She allowed herself to drop
a little and allow the oriental vampiress to fly past above her, reach up, and
grabbed her torso. Then her long legs were around the other vampiress's trim
waist. Scissoring her legs together, she crushed the waist of the oriental
vampiress between her legs. An unearthly scream came from the mouth of the
vampiress. She struggled to free herself, thrashing her arms wildly, but
Vampirella had her in a death-like grip, holding her arms tightly around her
arms and body, adding more leverage to the grip of her legs.
It did
not take long for the oriental vampiress to pass out and drop into the water
below. She plunged into the pool, and resurfaced face up, unconscious.
Vampirella
swooped up into the air and let out a blood curling victory screech. Then she
twisted around and swooped towards the man and the African woman below, intent
on having her revenge. The pair made no move to duck, and just as Vampirella
was almost upon them, she felt a powerful shock surge through her body from the
chastity belt she wore. She let out a primordial scream of pain just as her
opponent had done, before dropping into the pool of water, unconscious.
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Vampirella
regained consciousness in a stone-lined chamber, she found herself lying on her
side, once again clapped in irons. This time, she had been placed in heavy iron
yoke that trapped her neck in a heavy collar, which stretched out about a foot
on either side of her to encircle her wrists as well. The two halves of the yoke
were locked together by heavy padlocks. Pulling herself into a sitting position
with great difficulty, she found that her ankles were secured about two feet
apart from one another in another yoke made of iron, also secured at the ends
with heavy padlocks. An eyebolt formed part of the front of the collar around
her neck, and a heavy chain was connected to it. The other end of the chain was
secured to an iron staple on the stone wall behind her by a giant snap-hook.
That was
not the only bondage that had been placed on her. Her mouth was closed around a
rubber padded iron knob that was held in place by a band of iron around her
head, encircling her jaws. This band of iron was held up by another band that framed
her beautiful face, circling her head from the crown to the chin. As she moved
her head, she could feel a small padlock dangling over her left cheek, securing
the contraption, called a brank by medieval torturers, to her head.
Examining
herself, Vampirella found that she was completely nude. Even the chastity belt
had been removed from her crotch. She had also reverted back to her normal form
from the animalistic one. Indeed, she felt very lethargic and weak, almost as
if she had been drugged.
Vampirella
heard a moan, and looked up. She saw that she was not alone in the chamber, and
that there was another prisoner. She saw that it was the oriental vampiress
that she had fought with earlier. Her bondage was even more severe than
Vampirella's. Her wrists and ankles were all shackled and chained together into
a cruel hog-tie. She was suspended by her small breasts, which were gripped by
a pair of iron claws. The ends of these claws were connected together in a
hook, which in turn was held up by the chain from the ceiling, suspending her
by only her breasts. To add to her torment, a cannon ball had been attached to
the chain hog-tying her, dragging her limbs downwards and arching her body at a
severe angle. It was evident that the bondage was causing her excruciating
pain, for her breasts had turned purple.
The pair
of vampiresses waiting in the dungeon for a long time before the steel door to
their chamber was opened and the man walked in. He went first to the suspended
vampiress.
"That
is what you get for losing a fight." The man said to the oriental vampiress,
"Your mistress was most displeased with you and asked me to punish you
severely."
The man
turned to Vampirella and looked down on her.
"And
you, you were wonderful. The best 'bird' that we've seen so far. I knew you
would not disappoint me, but we would have to do something about your lack of
obedience."
The man
unhooked the chain connected to Vampirella's collar from the wall, and used it
as a leash to force her onto her feet. She stood as well as she could. The man
then tugged the chain, forcing her to follow him as he passed through the door
to the chamber. With her ankles bound apart, Vampirella could manage nothing
more than an obscene waddle as she desperately tried to keep up with the man.
Fortunately
for Vampirella, she did not have far to go. The room from which the man had
come from was very different from the stone-lined chamber she was in. Its
floors and walls were neatly tiled with in white ceramic, and the ceiling was
painted white. The room was brightly lit by fluorescent light.
Two women
were waiting in the room. They were dressed from head to toe in white glossy
latex. On their bodies, they wore a white latex mini-dress, the hem of which
was so short that they barely covered their buttocks. Over their left breast,
the dresses had a red cross printed on the latex. Their long legs were covered
in white latex stockings, which were helped up by metal clips at the ends of
rubber garters running down their thighs. Arm-length white latex gloves clad
each of their arms up to the short sleeves of their dress. Their heads were
completely covered with white latex hoods that left only two tiny holes for
their nostrils. Even their eyes were covered behind silvery reflective lenses
on the hood. As they walked to greet the man, their white high heels clicked on
the tiled floors.
One of
the women took the chain from the man, and led Vampirella over to a low
metallic platform. She encountered no resistance as she pushed Vampirella onto
the platform. There were two chromed heavy duty snap hooks on the surface of
the platform, about two feet apart. Further forward, there was a pair of
chromed steel poles that rose from the platform about two feet apart, each
about two feet high, with heavy duty snap hooks at their tips. With Vampirella
kneeling on the platform, these hooks snapped neatly onto the shanks of the
padlocks securing the yoke around her ankles. When she was bent forward, the
snap hooks on the tip of the poles caught the shanks of the padlocks on the
ends of the yoke binding her neck and wrists, and held her securely onto the
poles. Vampirella was now placed in a kneeling position, bent forward, her
crotch completely exposed to the rear.
Her
captors let Vampirella struggle on the platform for a while. As with all her
bondage so far, this one was equally strong and held her firmly. When she
discovered the futility of fighting the iron binding her, she stopped.
At this
point, one of the nurses took up an object from a cart near her and walked over
to Vampirella and showed it to her. At first glance, it resembled a gigantic
scorpion made of iron. It had a long thin body with an articulated hip, from
which a tail extended down to bend forward, ending with a triangular tip. There
were two holes on the tail, just before it swept upwards.
From the
body, three iron legs spread from each side, to bend forward. At the top of the
body, two arms spread round and up, to end with claws. There were turning keys
on the ends of the tail, the legs, the arms, and the claws, the nurse spread
open the device, and went up to her. She fitted the object over Vampirella's
body, with the body aligned to her spine. Turning the keys at the end of the
legs, she closed the legs around Vampirella's trim waist, allowing them to grip
her flanks tightly. Then, she turned the key at the tail, and the tail moved
down and forward to cover her crotch, with the triangle end just covering her
pubic region. The tail, too, gripped her body tightly.
Finally,
the nurse turned the keys at the ends of the arms, and they swept forward round
the sides of her body to the front until the claws at the tips of the arms were
encircled around her hanging breasts. When the arms had gripped her rib cage,
the nurse bent down, and turned the key at the end of the right set of claws.
The claws begin to close around her right breast, with two claws encircling
from the bottom of her breasts, and a single claw encircling from the top of
her breast. As the iron claws gripped the mound of flesh, Vampirella gasped in
discomfort at the sensation. Ignoring her, the nurse went over to her left and
tightened the left set of claws tightly over her left breast. When this was
complete, the nurse stood up, and withdrew the keys from their sockets, and
dropped them into a metal dish. Without the keys, the device could not be opened
to release Vampirella from its grip.
The
second nurse now approached Vampirella. She had two objects in her hands, and
she showed them to Vampirella. It was yet another set of dildo and plug. Both
were made from iron. The dildo had ridges riding in waves all round its
surface, as did the plug. The dildo was unremarkable enough in this respect,
but the plug looked all too familiar. It was of the same kind as the pear that
had been put in her in the chamber of the rats. The first nurse came back into view
now, holding a large remote control device in her hand. She pressed a button,
and the plug instantly spread itself apart into three petals, and a set of four
blades snapped up into position. The implication of what her captors would do
in the event of her disobedience was all too clear.
The
nurses disappeared from view. Vampirella felt something wet placed on her anus
and her vulva lips, which were still accessible through the two holes in the
tail. When her two holes had been suitably lubricated, she felt the iron
intruders enter her, both at the same time. They were pushed hard into her,
without giving her body time to adjust to their girth. Vampirella gasped out in
pain into her gag as they were rammed home. When they had been inserted all the
way into her, the nurses then turned the two objects to screw them into place,
producing even more grunts from the prisoner.
When they
were done, the nurses released Vampirella from the metal platform, and allowed
her to stand unsteadily onto her feet. The scorpion gripping her body felt
heavy at first, and its grip around her body uncomfortably tight. Her breasts,
in particular, felt as if they were in the grips of powerful jaws.
The man
took the remote control that the nurse had been holding and pressed a second
button on the remote control. Instantly, the legs of the scorpion dug into her
flesh on her flanks. Their sharp tips pierced the skin and blood appeared. The
tail of the scorpion also curled up, pushing the dildos deeper into her. But
the most excruciating pain came from the claws around her breasts, which
gripped them in an iron embrace, which caused her to scream in pain into her
gag and fall on her knees. The man laughed as her face betrayed her angst. The
man pressed the button again, and the painful grip of the scorpion around her
torso relaxed its grip.
"This
is a training frame. We found this to be much more useful than a shock collar
or choke chain when it comes to training vampiresses." The man said, as he
pulled on the leash of chain connected to the yoke around her throat. She
struggled up to stand unsteadily on her feet with her legs apart. The man
pulled on the chain, and Vampirella had to waddle after him as he left the
white-tiled room via a doorway. The man led Vampirella down an ugly concrete-lined
corridor that opened into a high chamber, very much like the one that contained
the iron maidens.
But
instead of iron pods, this chamber contained about a dozen iron cages shaped
like eggs, hung in clusters from the roof of the chamber. Most of the cages
were contained with vampiresses. The cages were too small for them to stand in,
and they were curled up in foetal positions. They were all in their half-animal
state, with full-grown wings, powerful elongated limbs, and animal like faces.
"This
is my 'farm'." The man said as he led Vampirella to the middle of the
room, "I keep my fighting 'birds' here. I train them in the chamber where
you defeated my rival's 'bird'. I only use the best vampiresses for this
purpose. For those who did not make it, I use them as cows. This is the fate
that awaits you Vampirella. You will be my 'bird'. Perhaps my best ever. But
for some reason you should fail me, you will become a cow.
"In
a sense, then, you have a choice. You can either serve me well and live the relatively
dignified life of a 'bird', or continue to defy me, in which case your
punishment will be an eternal confinement in an iron maiden, being milked like
a cow.
"What
do you choose?" the man asked, turning to Vampirella. The raven-haired
vampiress did not dare to meet his eyes. She knew that she did not want to
become a cow, trapped in an iron pod, to be exploited as nothing more than a
lactating machine. She had to choose obedience to the man, to please him, to be
a good slave to him.
With that
realization, Vampirella hung her head down, and an involuntarily tear well out
of the corner of her right eye. She had been completely defeated and broken.
The man
smiled in triumph.
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The
audience in the 'arena' cheered as the other vampiress tumbled down into the
pool below, leaving only Vampirella still in the air, held up by with her large
leathery wings flapping on her back, between her shoulder blades.
The
'arena' was nothing more than one of the large chambers in the drainage system
of the city. The audiences were the elites from all over the world, dressed in
latex fetish costumes, viewing the matches within the chamber through heavy
iron grilles covering the balconies on which they stood. Each of them had paid
astronomical sums of money to become members of the club that pitted
vampiresses against one another in aerial matches. It was immensely profitable
for the owners of the vampiresses, especially the one with the winners. At that
moment, that person was Vampirella's captor, who was standing next to the mouth
of the drain from which Vampirella had been launched.
Vampirella
was dressed in her fight costume of black latex. She wore crotch-high black PVC
boots with buckles that extended from her ankles up to the top of the boots.
The boots had nine-inch high heels, which made walking in them well-nigh
impossible. But the raven-haired vampiress did not need to walk, for most of
the fighting was done in the air. Indeed, the boots were aerial weapons, with
sharp pointed iron tipped toes that could stab or scratch. A pair of iron
shackles ringed her ankles.
On
Vampirella's arms, she was wearing a pair of thick latex gloves that held her
hands in fists. The gloves extended up to her arm pits, and were secured by a
series of buckles from the wrists to the top of the gloves. Claws of iron had
been skillfully attached to the gloves, secured to her wrists, to allow her to
slash her opponents. Like her ankles, a set of iron shackles encircled her
wrists.
A thick
rubber hood covered Vampirella's face entirely, leaving only her eyes and her
jaws visible. The front of the hood extended forward, well past her nose, to
form into the shape of a beak. The moulded rubber on top of the hook swept back
from the crown of her head, extended up like stylistic feathers. A thick rubber
bit attached to the hood by iron rings passed between her jaws, gagging her and
ensuring her obedience to the only rule of the fight: no biting. To accentuate
the resemblance of her head to that of a bird's, her hair had been pulled back
into a strict pony tail behind her head, and allowed to pour out from
underneath the crown of the hood in a stream of raven black.
The hood
was attached to a posture collar around Vampirella's neck that swept down from
her chin to cover her shoulders. The collar was made of thick rubber,
reinforced by steel bones. The top of the collar had a tongue that curved up
under her chin. The whole set-up was to reinforce the bit-gag to prevent her
from biting, and also to protect her neck against an attack.
Other
than these bits of costumes, Vampirella's body was only protected by the iron
scorpion that girded her torso. It was not only a device for ensuring
obedience, but also a sort of skeletal armor that protects her from the worst
slashes. Other than these pieces of protection, virtually every part of
Vampirella's body was naked and vulnerable to attack, as the bleeding wounds on
her body showed. Slash marks covered her body from the attacks of her defeated
opponent. Given that she was a vampiress, they would heal in time and not leave
any scars.
With the
cheer of the crowd ringing in her ears, Vampirella swoop up towards the mouth
of the drain where her master was standing. She landed gracefully on the lip of
the drain, and folded her wings behind her. She knelt down in front of her
master, as she had been trained to do. He placed a hand on her head, and cooed,
"Well done my slave, well done."
Vampirella
purred with pleasure at the praise through her gag. Behind the man, two women
clad from head to toe in glossy black latex pushed an iron cart into view. The
cart rested on four rubber wheels, and had a heavy iron arm that curved from
its steel bottom to about a height of two metres, suspending an iron cage over
the centre of the cart.
The iron
cage was shaped like an egg, and it was hinged in the middle at the back. The
cage was open like the jaws of a Pac-man. There was an iron bracket fitted
vertically across the bottom half of the cage. Towards the back of the bracket
were two metallic disks with steel spring-loaded teeth along its circumference,
facing inwards. The disks were arranged one after the other.
"Time
to return to you cage, my little pet."
Vampirella
stood up and sauntered over to the cage. She turned around, and backed into it
carefully so that the folded wings behind her would fit neatly into the cage.
As she raised her butt, a pair of knobs could be seen on the iron tail covering
her crotch. These were the ends of the dildo and plug that had been inserted
into her. As she backed onto the iron bracket across the bottom half of the
cage, slots in the knobs engaged and clicked into the teeth of the metallic
disks, holding her crotch securing onto the iron bracket.
Next,
Vampirella folded her legs, and tucked them into the lower half of the cage, on
either side of the bracket. She pushed the iron shackles on her ankles against
a pair of snap hooks attached to side of the iron cage. With solid clicks, the
shackles were secured into them.
Finally,
Vampirella raised her arms upwards to the top half of the cage, where another
pair of snap hooks were attached. Pushing her shackles against the snap hooks,
the hooks opened to accept the eyebolts on the shackles, snapping over them to
secure the shackles in place.
The two
latex clad women who had pushed the cage now came forward. One of the women
reached forward and detached one of the rings holding Vampirella's bit gag to
her hood, and pulled out the saliva soaked rubber bit from between her jaws.
Detaching the other ring, she removed the gag away from the vampiress's mouth.
The other woman stepped forward, and fished a rubber cup from within the cage.
She raised it to Vampirella's mouth. It had a penis-shaped knob in its centre,
which the raven-haired slave opened her mouth willingly to accept.
Once the
rubber knob had been inserted into Vampirella's mouth, two small snap-hooks on
the sides of the rubber cup were attached to D-rings on the sides of the beaked
helmet that she wore. The rubber cup had a rubber tube that came out of the
front of the vampiress's mouth, and snaked up to the top of the cage, where it
disappeared through a hole.
Once the
rubber cup had been secured around Vampirella's jaws, the women stepped back,
and one of them pressed a button on the side of the arm supporting the cage.
Slowly, the two halves of the cage began to come together until with a loud
click, the latch on the front of the cage slipped into place, locking the two
halves together, and encasing the shackled vampiress.
Almost
immediately, a moan escaped from Vampirella's gagged mouth as the dildo and
plug within her came to live, energized electicity passing through the metal
disks on the iron bracket. The disks did not just drive the dildo and plug,
however. Even as the two iron monsters within her started vibrating, the iron
claws gripping breasts began to knead her breasts, squeezing and releasing them
gently. A short moment later, blood began to flow through the tube feeding her.
As the
women turned the cage around and began to push Vampirella deeper into the
tunnel, the vampiress sighed audibly as the first orgasm hit her.
Vampirella
was content.
~ THE END
~