Breaking Bloodrayne 2

by Nimrod

“Wake up my little pet.”

The sweet soft voice sounded distant to Bloodrayne as her mind slowly stirred from slumber.

“Wake up now. Time to eat.”

Bloodrayne’s eyes, heavily made up with long fake eyelashes, thick mascara and jet black eyeliners, fluttered open. Their green pupils moved to one side, resting on the tall statuesque shape of her Mistress. The tall African Amazon stood towering over her in her glossy black latex catsuit that covered her entire body except for her face, which was revealed through a heart-shaped opening on her face. A latex corset girdled her waist, boosting up her heavy breasts underneath, and constricted her waist, making her rounded hips even more prominent and her buttocks more pert.

Bloodrayne stirred. She had been laying in a fetal position on the thin mattress on the floor. She was still wearing the slave costume that she had been put in the night before – a harem outfit of glossy black latex bra and latex thong, with chiffon black leggings fitted to the latter that flowed down her long legs to her ankles.

Heavy rubber shackles, reinforced internally with steel bands encircled her ankles there, linked together with a short chain. This was matched by a heavy rubber collar that encircled her neck, a tall affair that stretched from her collar bone up to her chin, with upward curves on either side that rose up to the back of either side of her jaws, preventing her from turning her head. The collar had been matched with a ring gag the night before. It had kept her head absolutely still as the Mistress’s lusty guests made full use of her mouth and her tongue. She could not deny them, neither by turning away her head – for it was held in place by the collar – nor by closing her mouth, as the steel ring held her jaws wide open.

Another short chain linking the chain between her ankles up to her collar had forced Bloodrayne to remain in a kneeling position. Her arms had been drawn behind her, and placed in a glossy black latex mono-glove, which forced her lower arms and elbows tightly together when it was mercilessly laced up by the Mistress. This forced Bloodrayne to arch her body forward, thrusting her bosom out. Her two heavy breasts were in turn proffered up in the cups of her latex bra, making an alluring offering to all those who wanted to make use of her. This effect was accentuated when the tip of the mono-glove, which had a snap-hook attached to it, was in turn attached to the D-rings of her ankle shackles. This forced her to arch her body forward even more, and tilt her head slightly back.

Bloodrayne had been placed in this position against one of the steel pillars in the saloon of the Mistress’s luxurious yacht. She was amongst other vampiress slaves in the saloon. In truth, she was already better off, being used as a fellatio slave. Her fellow vampiresses were not as well off.

There was one other slave owner there that night, the only one that could claim to be as respected and powerful as the Mistress. He was known only as the Master. He was honoured for being the best of the slave hunters amongst all those gathered in the saloon, as evidenced not so much by the number of slaves that he owned, but the fact that he had in his control some of the most powerful, most beautiful, most desired vampiress slaves.

The two most prized slaves were there at the saloon two. The first was a vampiress with black hair. She was almost as tall as the Mistress – that is, when she was allowed to stand, which was rarely. Most of the time, she was forced to crawl around on her hands and knees like an animal. And that was the way the Master treated her. She was perpetually heavily bound in all forms of fiendish and elaborate restraints.

That night, she had been placed in a glossy red latex costume. Bloodrayne had often seen versions of it on the vampiress. She learned eventually that they were imitations of her original costume, before she was captured and enslaved. It consisted of a red latex thong that was so tight that it squeezed in her waist like a corset, accentuating her broad hips. It also rode high between the cracks of her full firm buttocks. The crotch of the costume had a slit in it. The twin sides of the slit pressed up so tightly against her crotch that they squeezed her vaginal lips between them, forcing them into a wide mound with a deep cleavage.

From the hips of the thong, two strips of red latex rose up to a white collar around her neck. The collar was similarly constructed of heavy gauge rubber, and shaped like the collar that Bloodrayne was wearing now, except that the ‘wings’ on either side of the collar rose even higher than hers, resembling the tips of a tuxedo collar, forcing the vampiress to tilt her head back slightly, and preventing her from turning her head. The two red latex strips in turn pressed in against the sides of her full breasts, forcing them together to form a deep cleavage. As she crawled around, the breasts swung under her, knocking against each other. A pair of gold nipple rings had been pierced into her pink nipples, and a small golden bell attached to each. As she moved, the bells rang.

The vampiress was wearing a pair of thigh high boots. The boots were so high that they nearly reached her crotch. The tops of the boots were made from glossy latex, laced tightly up the front from the tips of her toes up to the very top. The boots were ballet boots, fixing her feet into tip-toes. They had long stiletto heels that reached down seven or eight inches. They seemed impossible to walk in, which was probably the intent, preventing the captive vampiress from standing up and moving around. Instead, the heels of the boots served as anchor points for broad black glossy PVC covered leather straps to secure her boots against the back of her long thighs. The straps were buckled tightly in place over the sides of her thighs with twin golden buckles. With this arrangement, if the vampiress wanted to stand or move, she had to do so on her kneecaps.

The vampiress’s arms were dressed in long latex opera gloves that reached up to almost her armpits. The black glossy material was laced tightly against her arms. If one looked closely, channels were sewn into the material, and the impressions of steel bones could be seen in the channels. The bones stiffed the gloves, and the vampiress could only bend her arms slightly, and only do so with difficulty. Even if her wrists were not shackled to one another – which they were, with a pair of heavy duty rubber shackles reinforced with steel bands, linked together with a half-foot chain – she would not find the arms very useful for anything, such as an escape attempt. To remove even the most slightest possibility, the gloves ended in fingerless pouches which forced the vampiress’s hands into tightly clenched fists, useless for grasping anything.

To top everything off, the vampiress was wearing a latex helmet on her head. It was a translucent latex helmet of skin colour, which squeezed her face tightly, leaving only two eyeholes for her eyes, and one small one for her mouth. The latter was so small that it squeezed her dark-red painted thick lips out into a permanent pout. The helmet gave her a face a doll-like appearance, an impression reinforced by the black coloured portion on the top and back of her helmet, which was moulded to look like a bob-cut hair style with a fringe over the brow that hang down to the artificial black ‘eyebrows’, two leaves of black printed onto the face of the helmet.

Just above the vampiress’s pouting lips were two golden gromets, behind which were her nostrils. A nose ring had been fitted to the gromets. Bloodrayne couldn’t tell if the ring had been pierced into her nose, but it seemed secure enough for the Master to lead the vampiress around with a leash made of light chain attached to it.

As the vampiress was brought around near to where Bloodrayne knelt, their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the two slaves shared a moment of mutual pity, then, the vampiress was forced to turn and crawl away. As she did so, Bloodrayne had a change to observe the crotch and buttocks of the vampiress. She noticed that her clitoris hood had been pierced as well, and a thick metal ring had been placed through the piercing.

Bloodrayne would learn later that the ring served another function as well. After the vampiress had endured numerous rapes in her cunt and been exhausted, she had been too slow to get up on all fours again for another of the guest to make use of her. The Master’s hand went to a box attached to his belt, and pressed a button on it. Instantly, the vampiress’s body jerked, as if she had been jolted by electricity. Her right hand went involuntarily towards her crotch, where the ring was. The Master pressed the button a second time, and she jerked again. Quickly, she assumed the doggy position again, and allowed the guest to take her.

“Do you really have to shock her clitoris?” the Mistress asked. She was lounging on a divan next to the Master, dressed in a halter-top evening gown of purple latex, which squeezed her breasts together to form a deep cleavage.

“That’s the only way to control slaves, my dear. You’ve got to punish them appropriately. You spoilt yours too much.” the Master said airily, “In fact, I have been merciful. If I wanted to, I could have set it to stun, and really give her a good jolt.”

“I can’t imagine doing that to my slaves.” the Mistress said, a hard edge to her voice.

“You know about this vampiress,” the Master said, smiling an evil smile, “This is Vampirella. Before I enslaved her, she kill monsters and other vampires for a living. She’s a strong and powerful creature. Appropriate … precautions had to be taken.”

The Master’s eyes wandered and came to rest where Bloodrayne was bound.

“Speaking of which, have you considered my proposal.”

“Proposal?” the Mistress asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, for a slave swap. I have been eyeing that dhampir of yours for a long time.” the Master said. When he spoke, his eyes suddenly filled with lust, and Bloodrayne had felt a shiver run down her spine.

The Mistress laughed a mirthless laughter.

“I think I really must decline, seeing how you treat your slaves.” the Mistress said, casually waving at a suspended figure near-by.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she could see the figure. It was the orange skinned vampiress, the one the Master always tormented together with Vampirella. She had been mercilessly suspended from the chandelier in the middle of the saloon by her large breasts. Each of her fleshy mounds had been bound tightly by ropes at their roots, forcing both her breasts into globes before her. The ropes were knotted tightly to ensure that they do not slip off her breasts, with long running ends. These had been pulled up to the rim of the chandelier and tied in place, so high such that the vampiress’s feet could barely touch the ground, even though they were encased in the same type of ballet boots as Vampirella. She had to stand on tip toes to relieve some of the pressure off her breasts. Every once in a while, a guest would come by and literally swept her off her feet, leaving her to swing to and fro like a pendulum, with the agony of being suspended by her breasts.

Bloodrayne had learnt the vampiress’s name previously. She was Purgatori, one of the most ancient of vampires, and one of the most deadly and powerful. She had easily been capable of killing off demons and monsters, but less mortals. Yet, here she was, a slave of lesser mortals, forced to endure humiliating bondage and torment.

Purgatori’s arms had been pulled behind her and bound with a dense matrix of lines formed by thick ropes. Starting from doubled lines that ran over the back of her long slender neck, they had been pulled down under each of the vampiress’s armpits, before being braided down both her arms, until they met at her wrists. Those slender limbs had almost disappeared entirely the mass of ropes, forced into an unnatural ‘Y’ shape that forced her to arch her body forward, thrusting her breasts out.

Unlike her fellow slaves, however, Purgatori had a pair of large dark leathery wings. Unlike younger vampires, they do not shrink and disappear on her back. These wings, too, were bound, with a silver ring slipped over the top of each of the folded wing, linked by a short silver chain to another ring that had been pushed up the bottom of the wing, with the roots of the wings between them. This way, she could not unfurl her wings at all.

To make her task of balancing even more difficult, Purgatori had been forced to look up at the ceiling by means of a length of rope, the ends of which were tied to her horns – the tips of which had been ground down to prevent her from using them to gore anyone. The centre section of the rope was then knotted together to form a length of double lines the stretched down to where her buttocks were. A heavy silver hook had been slipped along the rope before its ends were bound to the vampiress’s horns, and it had come to rest at the base of the loop formed at the bottom of the doubled lines. This hook had then been slipped into her anus. With the length of the rope being so short, Purgatori was forced to arch her body even further as the hook rode high up in her anus, her body forming a bow, with the rope pulling up the hook being the bowstring. Her head had been yanked back, forcing her jaws to part as she stared up at the ceiling with her white eyes. She was not gagged but she could only gargle in torment and humiliation at the position she had been placed in.

Worse was to follow for the enslaved monster. The Master had then ordered that Purgatori be frog-tied. Strong men had come forth and pulled Purgatori’s foot off the ground, preventing her from standing even in the uncomfortable pointed toes of the ballet boots. Her long slim legs were folded up, and her ankles bound to their corresponding thighs. The men left plenty of lines remaining after her legs had been bound. They then flung the running ends over the rims of the chandelier, which had been tilting precariously with the load of the vampiress. Pulling the lines down, the distribution of weight became more balanced as her legs were lifted up until her knees were pointed at the ceiling, and her arched body was horizontal to the ground. In this position, her long lovely thighs were stretched open, exposing her pussy for all to see and access. They had been freshly shaven such that her orange vagina lips were plainly visible. In any case, the bright silver of the hook emerged from her puckered anus just under the slit, pointing the way if any of the guests had any trouble.

And if any of the guests preferred the vampiress’s mouth, they could go over to the front, where her face was. With the way she was bound, her head was now forced to tilt down, with her jaws slackened, at just the right level to service the guests at a convenient crotch level. The rope on her horns prevented her from closing her jaws, and she had no choice but to make her mouth available to anyone who wanted to use her. In fact, she worked her long serpentine tongue so well that this was the preferred method for both the male and female guests.

Yes, compared to the two powerful vampiresses, Bloodrayne had to consider herself lucky that she belonged to the Mistress. Yes, she could be harsh in her punishment, particularly with her riding crop. Bloodrayne had experienced the lashings enough time to know that she could be merciless indeed in righting a wrong, but her punishments were more erotic in nature than the ordeals Vampirella and Purgatori had to endure regularly at the hands of the Master. Indeed, in a way Bloodrayne had come to love her Mistress, contented at being a pet to such a powerful and loving mistress.

Bloodrayne’s previous existence had oriented around her burning desire for revenge against her own kind and vampires. She had come to work for the Brimstone Society in part to fulfil that desire, but if she was honest with herself, she would see that it was partly to fill that aching hole in her heart for a place to belong, for companionship. For love. But that secretive society could not fill that aching need within her.

The Mistress, in spite of Bloodrayne’s brutal abduction and breaking, had given her that satisfaction, keeping her as a pet, giving her the kind of love the others would lavish on a dog or a horse. She asked nothing from her except for her total obedience, and many wild nights of love making. What more could she ask for, Bloodrayne wondered as she climbed up into a kneeling position, lifting her limp wrists up before her breasts like a puppy begging. The silver chain linking her heavy rubber wrist shackles swung lightly as she moved.

The Mistress was carrying a bowl in her hand. Bloodrayne could already smell the blood. It was not human blood, of course. It would have been too difficult to obtain the huge quantities of such blood to feed the colony of vampiress slaves, and such things could not be kept secret even by an organisation of slave owners who count amongst their members, powerful men and women in world politics and business. Instead, she was being fed pig’s blood, which was good enough to keep her alive, even if she could never become as strong as she was before her capture. In fact, if she were to feed on the blood of any of the other vampiresses, or if any one of the others were to sink their teeth into their fellow slaves, they just might draw enough of the highly rich vampiric blood to regain their strengths. Which was why the slave owners were particularly careful about this, ensuring that the slaves were always tightly muzzled or gagged when around the others.

In Bloodrayne’s case this morning, her mouth was sealed by a bit, made of stiff rubber instead of steel, placed just behind her canine teeth. The bit was kept in place by thick leather straps which were buckled together behind her neck, under her crimson red hair, which had regularly been trimmed into the short bob. This eased the buckling and buckling of the many gags that were used on her.

The Mistress placed the feeding bowl on the laminate flooring of the small cabin in the bowels of the yacht that had come to serve as Bloodrayne’s cell. Bloodrayne bent forward, and came to rest on her hands, reaching her neck forward to push her head deep into the bowl, and began to lap up the blood with her tongue.

“You’re in for a treat today, my little one.” the Mistress said as Bloodrayne fed, “A chance for you to run around in the open for once.”

It was unusual enough a comment for Bloodrayne to look up from her feeding, her chin smeared with blood.

“Oh yes.” The Mistress said idly, as she glanced down at Bloodrayne, “My friend the Master had suggested a little hunt today, on his private island. One of his slaves would be the prey. Each of us would have a pony and a hound. I think you’ll be my pony, and he’s kindly offered one of his slaves as my hound. You remember the one crawling around last night? Vampirella? She’s being offered to me.

“Frankly, I’m a little surprised because we parted rather unpleasantly last night. Foolish man. He may be powerful, but I’m no pushover either. First he wants you … oh, don’t worry my darling, I won’t give you to that brute, not even for a moment … first he wants you, then he proposed some SM fun - with me as the bottom.”

The Mistress snarled her contempt.

“I have to tell him that I’m NOT interested in ever being the bottom. Imagine! He wants me tied up and forced to be a slave in his little games.

He sent a message over from his yacht this morning, offering his apologies, saying he had too much to drink. Really!”

Bloodrayne finished feeding and looked up at the Mistress now.

“But one shouldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth. After all, it is not every day that we get a chance to be involved in a fox hunt with vampiresses as preys.” The Mistress said, smiling down as Bloodrayne. She used a towel to wipe her mouth clean. Then, she reached down, and unzipped the slit that ran under her crotch. The seam opened to reveal her freshly shaven pussy.

“Serve me, slave.” The Mistress whispered as she leaned back against the bulkhead. Bloodrayne crawled forward and buried her face between the Mistress’s parted thighs, and began to reach for her cunt with her tongue.

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If a comic book writer were to describe the island in a phrase, he would probably have used words like “somewhere in the South Pacific” or “jungle infested volcanic island”.

The island would have seemed an idyllic spot to develop a tourist resort, and perhaps this was the reason why the Master had deigned to buy it in the first place even though it was completely out of the usual tourist areas such as Tahiti or Bora Bora. But this isolation would, of course be perfect for the purpose of the Master and his companions.

As Bloodrayne stood on the old concrete pier, probably put in place by some forgotten company prospecting on the island, she could see the congregation of private yachts in the sheltered lagoon of the island. If any outsiders were to see such a concentration of large luxury yachts, their curiosity would certainly have been aroused, and perhaps some paparazzi would follow. This isolation ensured anonymity for what the Master had in mind here.

The island itself was dominated by a single feature a long dead volcano that had been so badly eroded that its peak was now missing, leaving only the plug of hard volcanic rock standing like a pillar on its top. Dense jungle surrounded this feature. Like most islands relatively untouched by human activities, this was primary jungle, with tall trees that formed into a canopy high in the sky, with relatively little vegetation on the floor. Ideal terrain for a hunt, one might say.

The hunting party was all gathered at the pier already. The various slave owners had taken their individual ponies and hounds over in separate speedboats to the pier, and dropped off. They were dressed as if they were on a typical English fox hunt, in red coats and white hunting breeches. Except that, as were typical of these men and women, they were made in fetish material.

The Mistress, standing regal next to Bloodrayne, was dressed in a hunting jacket of red latex. It had a short double-breasted front with large flared collars, and two coat tails that hung down over her firm rump. Under the jacket, she was wearing a white latex catsuit that extended from her chin, all the way down to her ankles. She wore short black latex gloves and a riding crop, and, of course, a pair of riding boots polished to a glossy black finish. The last article was a genuine, not fetishist, type, without high heels, but even then, the Mistress was easily the tallest women in the party, easily matching the Master in height.

For the moment, the Mistress’s head was uncovered, showing her natural hair, which was a rare sight for she usually wore some sort of latex hood or helmet over her head, consisting of long straight black hair that seem to shine in the sun, braided into a pony tail behind her back. She had her riding helmet tucked under her arm as she held on to the reins attached to Bloodrayne’s bit.

After her morning feed, Bloodrayne had been brought to another part of the yacht where the crew put her into her current pony costume. After she had been securely strapped by her wrists and ankles to anchor points on the ceiling and floor of the cell, her previous costume had been stripped off her. Then she was wiped down with alcohol wipes to clean her naked body. Then, the guards brought her the pony costume she was to wear.

The first piece was a tight latex catsuit of glossy black. Long double-ended zips ran down each of the limbs of the costume, allowing the costume to be fitted to her spread-eagled frame while she remained securely chained.

The process began by fixing the crotch of the costume to her naked torso. The crotch piece had an internal belt which was thrown over her wide hips, and then buckled together in front of her stomach. This belt was fitted with a pair of dildos, something which Bloodrayne was used to by now. They were both generously lubricated, before being shoved up her vagina and her anus. The latter, with the constant abuse it had endured, was now usually slack, and it did not offer much resistance as the cone of the black rubber butt-plug was inserted into her. She could not quite see it, but a long ponytail had been inserted through a tube in the butt-plug, and red mane now flowed down between her thighs. She let out a sigh of pleasure as the large dildo in front slipped up her tunnel, sending a shiver up her spine.

When this was done, the leggings and sleeves of the costume were pulled around her limbs and zipped into place. The zips on the leggings traced the outlines of the her buttocks as they snaked up the crotch piece of the costume up to the small of her back, where they met the beginnings of the zip up the back of the costume. The zips on the sleeves, in turn, ran down the back of her arms and her shoulder blades, then up until they met at the back of her neck.

Once these zips had been secured, the guards zipped up her costume from the small of her back up to the back of her neck, she could feel the thick latex squeeze her body in, moulding her flesh against the framework of her skeleton, squeezing even the most minute amount of fat inwards until she was the perfection of an hour figure. On her front, in turn, her substantial breasts were squeezed upwards and together to form a pert and erect rack before her chest, which wobbled slightly with every movement she made. Behind her, the same terra-forming was achieved when her buttocks were squeezed by the structured latex garment into semi-globes.

The catsuit was fitted with a cowl to the front of the neck of the costume. This cowl was then stretched and pulled back over Bloodrayne’s head. The inside face of the cowl was fitted with two nose-tubes, which were inserted into her nostrils as the cowl was pulled on. When the cowl had been fully pulled into position, covering her whole head, there were only two small eyeholes through which her green eyes, framed by thick black mascara covered eye lashes, could be seen, and the small opening for her mouth. The cowl was so tight and close-fitting that she could feel the dense latex material squeeze her face in, with her thick lips being forced into a pout through the tiny opening. She felt the back of the cowl being pulled together, and a zip being pulled down from the crown of her head down to her neck, meeting up with the upward zip of the catsuit. Then she felt the two zips being mated up together. There was a light click, and she guessed that somehow the two zips had been locked together, likely with a small padlock.

Bloodrayne’s hands and feet were still uncovered. The guards remedied the feet first. They produced a pair of glossy black PVC boots, resembling high-heeled boots. Yet, these were constructed differently. For one, they had no heels. The arches of high-heeled boots were there, but there the long stiletto heels were not, leaving empty spaces where they should be. The front of the boots, instead of being narrow and pointed like most high-heeled boots, were instead round and broad, like the hoofs of a pony. That was, of course, the whole point. The guards unchained one of her feet first, then pulled it behind her. One of the guards, standing astride her bent leg, fitted the boots onto her feet. She felt the man laced up the boot behind her calves. She could feel a stiff and strong structure closing around her ankle. She guessed that this was to protect her ankle. When the guard was done, she realised that the stiff boot also forced her foot to point down at an angle, like a high-heel shoe. She is unable to straighten it. When the first foot was secured again, the guard had turned to the other foot, and put the other boot on. When they were done, she found that her height had been boosted by perhaps five inches, she guessed.

The guards had then turned to her arms. First, the guards lowered the chains lifting them up slightly. Then they forced her to kneel down on the hard steel floor, with her legs spread apart. Her arms were then pulled upwards parallel to one another. A strong leather belt was then placed around her upraised arms at the point where they press against the sides of her head. This belt also blindfolded her for the moment. She could hear the muffled sound of movement. Then she felt latex being placed on her hands. They felt slippery as the insides were lubricated. Then, her right wrist was released from the chain holding it up, and the garment was slipped a bit down her right lower arm. The chain was almost immediately restored to her right wrist. The process was repeated with her left wrist.

Then, the garment was pulled down her arm until it reached the belt binding her arms to her head. This belt was now removed. Her eyes opened just in time to see the garment slipped the rest of the way down her arms, and over her shoulders. She smelt the aroma of thick rubber and she glanced up at her arms to see them now covered entirely by stiff glossy red rubber, including her hands, which were now uselessly buried in thick rubber at the end of the sleeves of the costume. The garment had a rubber strap which stretched down between her breasts to a point just below the mounds in front of her. There was apparently another strap that ran down her back. The ends of these straps in turn held a half of a heavy thick rubber belt each. These were mated up around her waist, forming a waist clincher, and buckled together on the flanks of her stomach with strong steel buckles.

Her right arm was now released and twisted back behind her. She felt the familiar feel of a thick steel-reinforced rubber manacle being placed around her wrist, and locked in place with the usual click. Bloodrayne did not realize it yet, but the back of the waist clincher had another attachment point, a strong D-ring secured to the hem over her right kidney. The guards attached the manacle to this point using a heavy duty snap hook. When her right arm was secured, her left wrist was freed and then pulled behind her to be secured to the hem of the waist clincher as well.

Bloodrayne’s hands were now resting just above her rounded buttocks. But the guards were not done yet. The tips of both sleeves had D-rings attached to them as well. Her hands were turned such that they faced upwards, and the tips of the sleeves placed together. There was another familiar click as a padlock were placed through the D-rings to secure the tips together, leaving her hands forming cups behind the small of her back.

Finally, Bloodrayne was allowed to stand up. She did so awkwardly, not being used to her unusual boots. She found that the stiffness of the boots prevented her from changing the angle of her feet, but they also helped to support her shin and calves, making it easier to stand without the heels. She glanced to one side to see a guard approach her with a pair of stirrups, made of chromed steel. They were fitted with a leather strap each, the top of which had a snap hook. This was then fitted to more D-rings on her waist clincher, these being over the points of her hips. The stirrups dangled down against her long legs, just in front of her outer thighs.

There was still one last piece to her pony costume. Bloodrayne looked up to see another guard approach with a horse head moulded from black rubber. It looked very life like indeed, complete with a pair of black pearly eyes, with red mane running down the back. The helmet was fitted onto her head through a large opening at the bottom. Inside, she could see a chromed steel bit, connected to a large rubber ball. This rubber ball was forced between her lips, then her jaws, a difficult process given the stiffness of the cowl she was already wearing, but once the rubber ball had been forced in, it acted to draw the steel bits into the corners of her mouth, forcing them back into an awkward smile. The rest of the head was now tilted back over her head until it covered her entirely. She felt a zip being pulled back from under the long snout of the helmet, back down under her chin, then down her throat. Then, she felt the stiff neck of the head being pulled around her neck, and buckled in place, acting like a posture collar to force her head to remain at an angle, but also to help support the weight of the helmet.

Bloodrayne had had a chance to look at herself in a mirror before she was led up to deck and loaded into a motorboat. She had to admit that she looked startling in the pony costume, with her curves exaggerated in a very sexual way. The strain the pony boots placed on her long legs made her thigh and calve muscles look very sexy indeed. She felt the dull ache of lust spring up in her body as she looked at herself, helpless, in the costume.

The sun was shining down on Bloodrayne in her thick rubber costume. She was perspiring inside the costume already, and the gag in her mouth was forcing her to drool, adding to the moisture inside her costume. But, as soon as the sun came up, she had realized the Mistress’s purpose of hermetically sealing her in a rubber costume in sunlight. She was completely shielded from the rays of the sun which would be deadly to vampiresses and dhampirs. In her costume, she could move around in daytime.

And for this reason, of course, the assembled mounts of the hunting party were similarly dressed like her. Her eyes fell on the vampiress called Vampirella. Like Bloodrayne, she had been placed in a catsuit, but this one was of a translucent skin colour. She did not know until much later that this vampiress did not need the protection of the latex to walk about in day time. She was one of very few vampires who could be exposed to sunlight without ill effect. The catsuit was put on her merely to accentuate her figure and skin.

As usual, Vampirella was wearing a deliberately slutty version of her costume. A thick tall white leather posture collar encircled her neck, from which two red leather straps sprung down in an inverted V to a point just above her hips. Two narrow straps then came down to meet at her crotch, to form a second, upright, V. All these straps were joined together by golden rings. The crotch of the costume was not another narrow piece, but a curved steel bar, with the front end secured to the bottom of the second V. This steel bar was pressed so hard up against her crotch that the latex covered flesh was parted to either side of the bar, and her vagina lips almost met again under the steel bar. When Vampirella turned around, Bloodrayne could see that the bar reached back up through the crack of her buttocks. Against, the steel bar fit so tightly against her body that the buttocks were spread open and around the bar, almost swallowing it between them. This rear end was fitted to the bottom of the nexus of the four leather straps that formed the pair of Vs on the front of her costume. A plume of black raven hair was fitted to the top of this steel bar, to give the resemblance of the backside of a horse.

The head of Vampirella was not covered in a horse helmet, like Bloodrayne. Instead, she was wearing a translucent latex helmet that covered her head entirely, with only two tiny tubes up her nostrils. This gave her face a curious doll-like appearance. Underneath the tight fitting helmet, her hair had been concealed under a skin-toned latex skull cap. In place of her natural hair, a strip of long raven black hair ran from her forehead back over her crown, down to her neck, in a Mohawk style. This, of course, constituted Vampirella’s mane.

Vampirella, as usual, was heavily gagged. Underneath the translucent latex helmet, Bloodrayne could see the large ball gag that had been squeezed between her luscious lips. The ball was so large that it forced the vampiress to spread her jaws to their maximum extent, and the way the latex stuck to the corners of her mouth made it clear that she was drooling heavily.

Without a bit gag to steer, the Master had come up with a fiendish way of controlling his steed. Bloodrayne could see a golden ring hanging down from Vampirella’s crotch. Her clitoris hood had probably been pierced, and the ring threaded through it. The ring emerged from holes in the crotch piece of the latex catsuit she was wearing to dangle outside. A rein had been attached to this ring via a pair of snap hooks. At the moment, the leather strap was looped loosely over the back of Vampirella’s neck, hanging down either side by way of her cleavage to her crotch. The means of steering was clear. The Master would tug the clitoris ring in the direction he wanted to go – and Vampirella would receive that command via a painful pull on her clitoris hood.

Vampirella’s arms were folded across her stomach, under her breasts. They were heavily encased in leather sleeves, from which numerous leather straps sprung. These secured her forearms together. Her encased hands were then pulled back along her flanks, just above her hips, and secured together round her back by means of leather straps buckled together.

A seat had been placed on Vampirella’s back, just above her buttocks. This was secured by means of a padded yoke placed on her shoulders, from which chrome steel bars bent down to form the frame for the leather saddle seat. This yoke was secured in place via a set of black leather straps which encircled her upper arms, over and under her heavy breasts, thus adding to the security of the bondage of her arms, as well as squeezing her breasts together in a most appealing manner.

To complete her outfit, Vampirella was wearing a pair of leather boots very much the one pair that Bloodrayne was wearing, with the missing heels and the hoofs.

The Master now made his appearance. Surprisingly, he was not wearing fetish gear, but a normal version of the English hunting costume, with short red jacket over a white shirt, a pair of riding trousers, and high black boots, topped with a black riding cap. He wore a pair of black gloves, and a black riding crop dangled from his right hand. He smiled at the Mistress, although Bloodrayne thought she caught a hint of lust as his eyes glanced over her curvaceous body.

“A fine day for a hunt, is it not?” he asked solicitously.

“Yes, quite.” the Mistress said, pleasantly, “So, how should we bring down our prey, given that we’re not using guns, I presume.”

“Actually, we are.” the man said, smiling. He signalled to one of his men, who came forward with a double-barrelled shotgun. He broke open the shotgun, and pulled out the shells. Bloodrayne could see spikes at their tips.

“These are Taser shells. Once the spikes touch the fox, she’ll go down like a ton of bricks. Each of us will have one, with two shells only. So, make your shots count.”

The Mistress nodded as she was handed a shotgun. She broke it open and extracted the shells to inspect them more closely, then reloaded them and closed the shotgun. She took a leather gun casing – fitted with a leather belt - offered by one of The Master’s man and strapped it across Bloodrayne’s back.

“So where is our fox?” The Mistress asked.

“Why, my men are bringing her out now.”

The Master gestured over at where several men were manhandling a wooden crate from the pier over to where the assembled party was. They put the wooden crate down carefully. Then one of them went to one end of the crate, and pulled up a sliding door of framed steel bars. As the door slid up, the prey emerged.

Bloodrayne guessed that it was Purgatori. Her body was covered entirely with red latex, but with a white front from her throat down to almost her crotch. This front contained a pair of cups that fitted her heavy breasts, allowing them to dangle down from her chest, and wobble unrestrainedly as she crawled out of the box on all fours.

The clue for Bloodrayne that it was Purgatori were the wings rose from the back of the costume, but were folded up uselessly inside large black sleeves of thick glossy rubber. Bloodrayne could see the impressions left by the steel chains holding her wings folded and secure under the rubber. The vampiress would not be able to use her wings at all, secured as she was.

As for Purgatori’s limbs, her hands were encased into paws of red glossy rubber. The paws were secured around her wrists with thick, probably steel-reinforced, rubber manacles. These manacles had D-rings bolted on them, and a short thick chain ran between them. Another chain was fitted to the middle of this chain, and rose up to the tall posture collar encircling the slender neck of the vampiress. This was also made from red rubber, and rose up the back of her neck to almost where her spine ended. As for her legs, she had a pair of knee-high boots of black glossy PVC. Unlike the hoofed shaped boots Bloorayne and Vampirella were wearing, these were of the normal variety, with a surprisingly low heel, barely three inches. This was clearly to allow the vampiress to run more easily, thus making for a more interesting chase. So, it would seem that Purgatori was to be allowed some limited movement in the hunt, but it was clear that she would still be very much a prisoner.

As if to emphasize that point, a heavy rubber helmet encased her head completely. It was of red heavy gauge rubber, with a pair of moulded red fox-like ears on top, where her horns should be. A moulded snout projected from the front of her mouth. The chin of the helmet was white as well, to complement the fox-like illusion of the catsuit. A pair of plastic green eyes was fitted above the snout, no doubt to allow the vampiress to see where she was going, as well as to add to the image of a fox. Bloodrayne did not know what kind of gag she had on underneath that helmet, but had no doubt that her mouth was as well secured as her own and Vampirella’s.

Finally, to complete Purgatori’s transformation into a rubber fox, and to add to her humiliation, a tail had been placed at her tail end. This was a rubber affair as well, mostly red with a white tip. Its position, however, suggested that it had been secured by means of a butt-plug placed in the vampiress’s anus. The size of the rubber ring at the base of the tail suggested that it was a rather large plug. Another ring under this first one suggested that a dildo had been inserted into her cunt.

“Stand up, slave.” the Master ordered. The vampiress obediently obeyed, climbing onto her feet. Her large breasts juggled in front of her as she did so. The chains binding her wrists and her throat were of such a length that her wrists dangled on either side of her breasts, and the chains neatly framed each of them, with the wrist chain running under her breasts, lifting them up. A guard now stepped forward and pulled back her elbows. He then used a wide red belt to encircle her upper arms behind her back, and buckled it in place. This secured her arms to either side of her torso.

“OK slave, on your way.” the Master ordered, smacking Purgatori across her latex covered rump with his riding crop. Without being told twice, Purgatori turned and ran into the treeline of the jungle, with her white latex covered breasts juggling before her, her rump rolling behind her, and the tail swinging vigorously between her legs. Soon, she disappeared into the trees.

“Mount up!” the Master shouted, climbing onto the seat fitted on Vampirella’s back. The Mistress put on her riding helmet and strapped it in place. She smiled at Bloodrayne as she came over to her. She stepped into the left stirrup and lifted herself up over Bloodrayne’s back. Then she inserted her right leg through the crook of the slave’s right arm to step onto the right stirrup. Finally, she removed her left foot from the left stirrup and stepped through the crook of her left arm to reinsert it into the left stirrup. Thus secured, she set down onto the seat formed by Bloodrayne’s bound hands. The vampiress sighed as she felt the Mistress’s firm buttocks nestled themselves on her palms.

When all have mounted up, the Master glanced over the party before he shouted, “Let the hunt begin!”

Somewhere behind Bloodrayne, someone blew a bugle, and she felt the whack of her Mistres’s riding crop on her right buttock. Without being told, she started running towards the trees where she last saw Purgatori disappear, carrying her Mistress on her back.

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Bloodrayne picked up the scent of Purgatori very quickly, in spite of the fact that the vampiress had a good head start over the dhampir. Her decades of experience hunting vampires had stood her in good stead as she clued in on the slightest scent. The vampiress was a crafty one, making quick changes in directions and taking advantage of the streams running through the jungle in an effort to throw off her scent. But after a bit of work, Bloodrayne was able to pick up the scent again at a point where Purgatori got out of the stream and ran into higher grounds.

“Good girl.” The Mistress cooed softly into her right ear as Bloodrayne climbed out of the stream, bearing her mistress on her back, her hands rubbing lustily against the warm fleshy globes of her buttocks. The feel of those firm buttocks, together with the Mistress’s heavy breasts pressing into her back as she rode her, drove the dhampir mad with lust. She wished dearly that she was again back on the yacht, helplessly bound in strict bondage, with her Mistress fucking her brains out. Maybe if she ran down the vampiress first, her reward would be precisely that. With that incentive, Bloodrayne redoubled her efforts.

So far, it seemed that none of the other teams had picked up the trail yet. Only the Mistress riding Bloodrayne seemed to be in this part of the jungle. Even the Master with Vampirella, the closest competitor in terms of hunting team to the Mistress with Bloodrayne, was nowhere to be seen, or heard.

Bloodrayne climbed up a jungle track, following an invisible path of the scent of the vampiress. Along the way, she glanced to the sides with her eyes, noting the subtle physical clues of the prey’s passage. A broken branch here, a crushed leave, there, and so on, revealed that they were on the correct track.

Then, at last, the pair broke out of the thick jungle into an opening. Emerging from the dense vegetation, they could now see for hundreds of meters. Almost immediately, the Mistress spotted the red of the prey’s costumes as she ran through the clearing towards the other side.

“Faster my slave! Faster!” The Mistress cried, exalted at the thought of being the first to catch the prey. She smacked on Bloodrayne’s rump with her crop. Bloodrayne grunted into her gag, then picked up her pace, running after the prey.

Purgatori had the advantage of not bearing a rider, of course. But for a while, it seemed that she did not know that she had already been spotted and was being chased. She trotted along at a steady pace, probably to maintain her stamina. From astern, her glossy red latex covered buttocks swivelled and danced. That sight added only to the lust of Bloodrayne. She could just imagine that vampiress in the Mistress’s bedroom, bound helplessly as she herself usually was, with her buttocks and cunt upraised, ready to be used to fulfil the Mistress’s every whim and desire. With a quick pace, Bloodrayne quickly caught up with the prey.

“Steady now my love.” The Mistress said as she pulled the shotgun out from its leather sheath. She aimed at Purgatori as she got closer and fired.

At that moment, the prey changed directions. The report of the shot made Purgatori turn around, and she spotted the danger immediately. She turned and ran into the trees.

“Damn!” The Mistress cursed. She realized that she was down to only one round and she had to make it count.

“After her!” The Mistress cried angrily as she placed the shotgun back into the sheath and swung her crop again.

Bloodrayne turned and followed Purgatori into the trees again. They actually formed part of a plantation, and so had wider spaced trees, and Purgatori could be seen as she struggled uphill. Bloodrayne followed, panting as she chased the red latex clad prey.

The prey apparently seemed to be tiring as well, as her pace began to flag, and Bloodrayne began to catch up with her. She felt the Mistress draw the shotgun again, and aimed.

There was another shot, and this time, the Taser shell hit the mark. Bloodrayne could see Purgatori jerked as the shell hit her back, sending thousands of volts of electric shock through her system. She collapsed immediately, and fell into a heap on the ground.

The Mistress cried loudly in joy and rode Bloodrayne up to the spot where Purgatori was. She got off the dhampir, and ran up to the prey.

“That was a good shot.” said a man’s voice. The Mistress swerved around at the sound. The Master emerged from behind a tree, previously unseen by the Mistress or Bloodrayne. The dhampir looked towards the man, and saw Vampirella standing a short distance away, her crotch ring tied to a tree to hold her in place.

“What are you doing here?” The Mistress asked, surprise. The Master smiled, and shot her with his shotgun.

When the Taser shell struck the Mistress, she jerked uncontrollably as the electric shock scrambled the brain signals needed to keep her upright. She fell into a helpless heap like her prey had just a moment ago.

Bloodrayne stood rooted to the spot for a moment, surprised at the sudden change of events. Then she turned towards the man, realizing that she must neutralize him before she could attend to her mistress. But the Master was prepared for her charge. He fired as she began to run towards him. She felt the shell strike her. She felt the blow of the electric charge coursing through her body. Then her body collapsed onto the ground.

The Master was on top of her in a moment. Bloodrayne felt her knees being placed together. Then, there was the sound of zip-ties being pulled into place, and she felt their thin tightness constricting around her thighs, just above her knees. This forced her knees together. The man now put her ankles together, and similarly zip-tied them together. With Bloodrayne still bound as a pony slave, these measures were all it took to secure the dhampir. The Master now pulled her up to her right side, so she could see what was going on as he walked up towards the Mistress.

The Mistress was beginning to recover from the Taser shock. She had climbed onto her feet as the Master approached.

“Wha…” she began before being slapped across her right cheek. In her weakened state, she fell back onto the ground again. The Master used the tip of his right boot to flip her onto her stomach, and sat down on her back. He lifted her arms high up into the air, driving her torso into soil. He tucked his legs under her arms, using his thighs to keep them raised up. Then he pulled on her pony tail and yanked her head up.

“Urggh!” The Mistress grunted as she fought futilely against the weight of the Master. Her legs kicked up and down but could not hit the man sitting on top of her.

“You are a wild one.” The Master said, smiling, “Exactly as I like it.”

“Fuck you!” The Mistress screamed as the man undid the buckle of her riding helmet and pulled it off her head. That messed up her hair, the loose strands of which were flailing in the air as she twisted and turn, trying to free herself.

“No, it is you who would be royally fucked.” The Master said, “But first, as a slave, you should be seen only, and not heard.”

“I’m not your slave!” The Mistress said defiantly as the man took her crop, still strapped around her limp right hand. He yanked the pony tail back further, forcing the Mistress to arc her body back and slacken her jaw. Then he forced the middle of the crop deep into her mouth, curling the sides of her mouth back into a perverse smile. He took her own pony tail and loop it over the crop on the right side of her mouth, pulled it back around the back of her neck, then looped it up over the crop on the left side of her mouth. When he pulled the end of the pony tail back to where it began on the back of her skull, there was just enough material for him to knot it in place. The length of the pony tail was such that the part of the crop in her mouth was driven deeper, until it disappeared behind the Mistress’s luscious lips. She began to drool from the corners of her mouth.

“Ggggggaaaaah!” The Mistress protested at the cruel improvised bit gag.

“There, much better.” The Master said, smiling, “A slave should be seen and not heard.”

Having gagged the Mistress, the Master now took out a thick black zip-tie. He placed her wrists together, and then wrapped the zip-tie around them. He fed the sharp end of the tie into the ratchet end, and zipped the tie closed around her wrists. Then he took another zip-tie and tied it around her left upper-arm, just above her left elbow. He took a third zip-tie, and fed it under the second zip-tie, before forcing her elbows together and wrapping the third zip-tie around her right upper arm, again just above the elbow. When he pulled it tight, her elbows were bound together as well.

The Master now got off the Mistress. The woman struggled to get on her feet as he walked back to where he had left Vampirella. He reached into a bag suspended from the hip of the bound vampiress. It was a coil of rope, which he loosened as he walked back to where the Mistress was. She had just managed to struggle onto her knees at this point.

“You’re not going anywhere, slut.” the man said as he grabbed her ankles and pulled, plopping her back, face first, onto the ground. He lifted up her legs, and doubled the rope. He then looped the end of the doubled rope around her waist to form a rope belt. He then pulled down the running ends the front of her abdomen to her upper thighs. He looped the running ends around her thighs at this point, just below her rump. He tied the running ends to the vertical stretch of the lines with a square knot to hold the loop in place. This still left a long stretch of free lines, which he pulled back between her legs.

The Master now pulled the Mistress up by her elbows, first onto her knees, then onto her feet. He then frog-marched her over to a near-by tree. The Mistress struggled all the way, her breasts juggling before her, but she could not fight the man, bound as she was. This tree was relatively young, with a low branch about two meters off the ground. He threw the free lines over the top of the branch. Then he fed the lines under the bound wrists of the Mistress. He pulled back on the lines and threw them back over the branch again. Then he pulled back further. As he did so, the Mistress’s wrists were pulled up higher. This forced her to bend her body forward and down. At the same time, her buttocks were raised up. He kept pulling until her torso was parallel to the ground and her arms almost upright, and he tied off the ends to the loop around her upper thighs.

“Ggggggakkkk…” was all the Mistress could say at the discomfort of this form of bondage.

The Master now took out something from a pocket in his jacket. With a flick of his wrist, there as a metallic click sound. There was a flash of steel and Bloodrayne could see that he had opened a folding knife. The Mistress saw it too, and her eyes widened as he walked around behind her. He placed a hand on her rump and squeezed her left buttock.

“GGGGGGAAHH!” The Mistress protested but was helpless when he slapped her left buttock hard.

“GAKK!” She cried. The Master ignored her as he pinched the latex material of her catsuit over her left buttock, and pulled it back. Then he pierced the material easily with his knife. Once pierced, he had no trouble cutting the material with the blade. He sliced leftwards until he reached the Mistress’s left hip, then cut down until he almost reached the rope binding her thighs together. Then he cut rightward until he reached the crotch of her catsuit. Here he paused for a moment and smiled at the Mistress as she twisted her head back to see what he was doing, before mercilessly slicing the material over her crotch to her right buttock, careful not to slice the rope in the process. He lifted the knife, switched over to the incision already made on the material over her right buttock, then continue slicing until he reached the side of the right thigh. Then he cut upwards until he reached her right hip. He lifted up the flap of latex fabric he had cut and flipped over to reveal the Mistress’s naked buttocks. He saw that she was wearing a pair of white cotton panty underneath.

“A bit chaste for you, isn’t it?” The Master said, smirking. He took his knife, and slipped the blade under the crotch piece of the panty at the point where it covered her anus. Then he cut away the fabric at this point. The resulting flap of white cotton fabric fell down to reveal her freshly shaven vulva.

“GGGGGAAKKKK! GGAAAKKKKKKK!” The Mistress cursed into the bit gag formed by her own crop, incensed by being so mercilessly uncovered by her captor.

The Master now put a hand onto the Mistress’s vulva, and parted them. He rested a hand on her clitoris, and began to massage it. The woman tried to pull away from his touch, but bound as she was, she could not do so. The Master was merciless in his ministrations, and he worked away mercilessly at her lust knob until Bloodrayne could see her shuddering. She could also see her mistress’s vulva lips beginning to moisten with her juice as she responded to the man’s touch.

Now the Master undid his pants, and pulled it down. Bloodrayne saw that his penis had already hardened, and was projected straight at the Mistress’s defenceless pussy. He grabbed her hips, and with an unceremonious shove, penetrated here. The Mistress bucked as the man entered her, and she whipped her head back at the agony of the violation. Then the man began to pump in and out of her.

“Gak! Gak! Gak!” the Mistress screamed into her gag as she was raped by the Master. She fought against her bonds, but they held her firmly as she was deflowered by the man. The Master worked away at the Mistress, thrusting in and out vigorously. Perspiration appeared on the brows of both the captive and her rapist. Finally, the Master let out a sigh as he ejaculated. As he withdrew, soft sobs could be heard from the Mistress.

“Just as I expected, you’re a good fuck. You’ll make a fine addition to my harem.” the Master said, “You should have accepted my offer, slut. Then you would have remained Mistress. But now, you’re nothing more than another slave.”

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The Master led his two newest slaves down the path. It was the evening now. Both the crotches of the Mistress and Bloodrayne were uncovered now. After the Master had had his way with the Mistress, he had turned his attention to the dhampir. Bound as she was, she was helpless as he unzipped the crotch of her catsuit, removed the dildos embedded into her cunt and asshole, and then pumped her in both her holes.

The Master was tireless, and returned to the Mistress, still bound under the tree, and raped her again, before finally untying her from the tree. Too weak to resist, the Mistress was forced onto her knees while the man proceeded to tie her arms with rope. A doubled rope was draped over the back of her neck before being pulled over her shoulders and under her arm pits. The lines were then criss-crossed over her upper arms before being bound together just above her elbows. The remaining free ends were criss-crossed again over her lower arms before being tied around her wrists. Only when her arms were thus secured did the man cut away the zip-ties that had bound her.

While the Mistress was still on her knees, the man had come round to the front, and took out his knife again. With a few quick strokes, he cut through the fabric on her chest, cutting down a slit that revealed her deep cleavage and the front of her cotton sports bra. Then he sliced sideways on both sides, above the cleavage. The fabric fell away to reveal the cups of her sports bra. This cotton garment did not survive for long before being sliced away to reveal the Mistress’s manificent breasts, with their purple nipples. Then, the Master demonstrated his cruelty once again when he used zip-ties to encircle both the breasts at their roots, causing her much discomfort. He then took a piece of twine, and tied one end to the zip-tie around her right breast. He pulled it up to the riding crop gagging her, on the right side of her face, and lashed it around the leather rod. He pulled the twine across, through her lips, and lashed it around the crop on the left side of her face, before pulling the remaining length down to the zip-tie around her left breast, and tying it in place. Now, every turn of the Mistress’s head will pull at the zip-tie binding her breasts, causing her further humiliation and discomfort.

Finally, the Master had tied a short length of rope to the riding crop, attached to either side of the Mistress’s mouth, forming a crude but equally effective rein. It was by means of this rein, and the rein already attached to Bloodrayne’s bit-gag, that the man had led the two captives down the path while he road on Vampirella. With every step the Mistress took, her heavy breasts juggled enticingly. Bloodrayne could not help but glance sideways at the sight of the pair of mounds, which she had been forced to worship for so long, now bound so mercilessly at the hands of another master of bondage. The Mistress, meanwhile, was in no shape to care, as she moaned into the riding crop across her mouth, as it pulled alternately at one of her breasts as she walked. When they finally arrived at a camp site, the Mistress all but collapsed onto the ground.

Bloodrayne looked around the campsite and saw that the rest of the hunting party had gathered there. The Master’s guards were everywhere, but she could not see any of the Mistress’s. What had happened to them? Had they all been eliminated while their mistress had been captured and abused? Were they still somewhere else, clueless about the fate of their mistress?

The other men in the hunting party leered at the Mistress as she was now dragged, half stumbling, half walking, towards the bonfire in the centre of the camp site.

“Well, well, I always wondered what that bitch looked like in bondage.” A man said.

“I can’t wait until I put my manhood into that cunt.” another male voice spoke out.

Bloodrayne realized that the other mistresses were also missing, and wondered whether they too had befallen the Mistress’s ignominious fate, or whether they were merely not invited to this particular party.

“I have already communicated to our latest slave here that she should have accepted our very generous business offer.” the Master said now as he kicked the Mistress’s knees in, forcing her to kneel, “Now, she will have to endure the punishment of refusing our offer.”

A guard now came forward and took Bloodrayne’s reins. He was already holding Vampirella’s reins, and he led both along the fringes of the gathering around the bonfire towards one of the elaborate tents set up in a circle around the fire.

Entering a tent, Bloodrayne saw that it was very well appointed indeed, with carpeted flooring, a large round bed, and camp furniture. The tent fabric was held up with sturdy wooden posts, to which brass rings were attached. There was a pair of female slaves here, wearing harem costumes consisting of chiffon bra and leggings. Their faces were covered with chiffon veils that did not hide the fact that they wore large ball gags underneath. Their wrists were manacled, the steel bands being attached by sturdy chains to steel belts locked around their slender waists. Their ankles were similarly bound, with a thick short chain linking them together. As they approached her and Vampirella, Bloodrayne could smell that they’re vampiresses.

The slaves set to work undressing Bloodrayne and Vampirella. It took them quite some time to remove the elaborate bondage and costume that had clad them for most of the day, while at the same time taking precautions to prevent either from escaping. At no point did more than one limb out of four remain free. One form of bondage was swiftly replaced with another until Bloodrayne finally found herself dressed similarly to the two slaves. Her theme was black and red, with black chiffon trimmed by red tapes. Vampirella’s harem costume was made of red chiffon, but instead of the conventional bra-design, hers was a strip of chiffon that reached up from under her arms up to her collar-bones. The ends crossed here before being tied together behind her neck, forming the familiar inverted V covering her breasts.

However, unlike the two slaves, the bondage placed on Bloodrayne and Vampirella were much more stringent. Each now wore a bondage mono-sleeve made out of strong leather that crushed their arms together behind them, forcing their elbows together and their bodies to arc forward, thrusting their breasts out. The top of these sleeves were linked up with a thick strap to tall posture collars that encircled their long necks. Brutally large ball gags had been put in their mouths, which in combination with the collars, made it virtually impossible for them to move their jaws or head. The collar and mono-sleeve binding Vampirella were all red, while those binding Bloodrayne were mostly black, trimmed with red. The ball-gags in their mouths were, however, the same, each with a large red rubber ball with a black leather strap pierced through it. Finally, both their knees were bound together with broad leather straps, which forced them to hobble in order to move anywhere.

When the change was completed, a guard entered the tent and attached leashes to the D-rings on the front of the collars of the dhampir and vampiress. They were now led out of the tent back towards the bonfire.

Bloodrayne could see now that the situation of her mistress had changed – for the worse. Her arms were still bound in the same way, but her knees and ankles were now also bound tightly with ropes. A rope had then been attached to the lines binding her ankles, which were now thrown over a branch of a tree. These were then pulled down to her cleavage. The lines were fed through the zip-ties binding her breasts, and then knotted. This pulled her breasts together. Worse, she was now completely suspended in mid-air, with her body weight being borne by her zip-tied breasts and her ankles. Her body was almost folded in half at her hips, and her crotch was exposed to view.

Whatever remained of her costume had now largely been shredded to reveal her bronze brown body. Only her boots were still on her feet. The remnants of her red latex jacket and catsuit littered the ground under her.

The Mistress no longer wore her own riding crop as her gag. A proper ball-gag now nestled in her mouth, a white rubber ball with white straps, which emphasized the glossy darkness of her skin. Her hair, now loosened, hung wildly from her head.

A man, another hunter, was standing in front of her open crotch now, aiming his penis at her hole. The Mistress was suspended at just the right height for him to access her. She penetrated her without mercy. She could only scream into her gag as he raped her.

Other members of the hunting party were lying on camp beds around the fire. Each were being entertained by a slave, similarly dressed and bound as those that had changed Bloodrayne’s and Vampirella’s costumes. The guard leading them now brought them up to the Master. Bloodrayne looked down to see that Purgatori was already there. Unlike the other slaves, she was not in a harem costume, but wearing a bra made of round golden disks with the eyes of Horus covering her nipples, and a crotch piece covering the triangle of her pubic region, suspended from her hips by gold chains. Her wings were separate behind her back, but both were useless as they were chained in a folded position with gold chains. Her long arms were bound in reverse prayer position over her back, surely an ironic arrangement given her demonic nature. Her legs were folded separately and bound in a frog-tie position by more golden chains. She was on her knees, and her mouth – kept open with a golden-ring between her sharp teeth, secured in place with a gold chain around the back of her neck – over the Master’s penis. She was using her long serpentine tongue to give him a blow job.

“Ahhh. So our latest slave has joined us.” The Master said lazily as he looked up to see Bloodrayne approach his bed.

“That’s enough slave. I want the new one to serve me.” the Master said. Purgatori unwrapped her tongue from around his member and knelt back submissively next to the bed. Bloodrayne felt a firm tug on her collar and she was led up to the Master.

“Remove her gag.” the Master instructed. The strap of the ball-gag was unbuckled, and removed.

“You’re now my slave, slut,” the Master said, looking at Bloodrayne with lust filled eyes, “Come and serve me.”

“No!” Bloodrayne said defiantly, “I’m not your slave. I’m my mistress’s, and I will not serve anyone unless she says so.”

“Mmmm. Such loyalty from a slave.” the Master said. A wicked smile appeared on his face. He made a hand sign.

“You should see this.” the Master said. The guard holding Bloodrayne’s leash twisted her body around such that she was looking straight at her suspended mistress.

The man who had been raping her earlier was now gone. Instead, a guard approached the mistress. He had the Mistress’s own riding crop in his hand. He brought it up and swung hard, landing the leather braided stick hard onto both the exposed buttocks of the Mistress. She jerked in her suspension as she cried out into her gag. The guard swung hard again, and landed a second blow on her buttocks. Again, the Mistress jerked in pain and screamed into her gag. Her body twisted and swung from the rope suspending her as it absorbed the blow. The guard whipped her a third time, this time with the end of the crop landing squarely on the captive’s crotch.

“MMMMMMMMMMMPHH!” The Mistress cried, arcing her body upwards as the pain shot through her spine.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Bloodrayne cried, taking an unconscious step forward. The guard holding her leash brought her to a stop with a forceful jerk.

“I’ll do anything. Just stop it!” Bloodrayne said as she felt reluctant tears flow down the corner of her eyes.

“Good.” the Master said, “Put a ring gag in her mouth.”

Bloodrayne felt her knees being kicked in and she fell heavily onto them. Then her head was pulled back, and she felt the rubber covered steel ring being placed into her mouth, propping up her upper jaw. The straps anchored to either side of the ring was now pulled around to behind her neck and buckled in place. The guard holding her leash now transferred the leash to the Master, who began to reel her in, hand over hand. The dhampir had no choice but to walk on her knees towards the man, whose legs were spread open, his penis erect in the air. Finally, she reached a point between his legs, he took hold of her red hair, and pushed her head down over the penis.

Bloodrayne smelt the dried semen on the man’s dick as she encircled in her mouth. Her tongue touched the knob of his warm hard manhood, and began to work it. Purgatori had already done a good job of bringing him towards an orgasm. It did not take long for Bloodrayne to complete the job as she worked her tongue against the tip of the man’s penis. He responded quickly, pushing her head further and further down into his crotch. Finally, he ejaculated, spraying semen all over the back of her throat. Bloodrayne coughed as he finally let her head go, allowing her to withdraw her head.

“Good,” the man said, sighing, “But now it looked like your former mistress need a good fuck as well. Put the dildo in her mouth.”

A guard now stepped forward, with a large rubber object in his hand. It was a double-ended dildo. There was a short stubby penis-shaped end, with another longer one at the other. There was a neck in the shank of the dildo, about a third of the way up from the stubby end.

The guard pulled Bloodrayne’s head back, and pushed the stubby end into her mouth until the rubber coated ring in her mouth engaged the neck on the dildo, holding it in place. The stubby end was large, and it occupied a substantial portion of the dhampir’s mouth, pressing down her tongue to prevent her from making any noise.

The longer end now projected out of Bloodrayne’s open mouth. Glancing down the sides of her nose, the dhampir realised that the girth of the dildo was larger than any normal male’s. Its entire shank was also lined with hard bristles.

There was a hard tug on her leash again, and Bloodrayne was forced to stand up before she was led by a guard to where the Mistress was suspended. As the Mistress looked at her former slave, her eyes widened at the sight of the rubber monster now coming out of her mouth. She shook her head as if imploring Bloodrayne not to insert the beast into her. The dhampir hesitated for a moment.

“What’s the matter, slave?” the Master asked, “Do you want the slut to be whipped again? This time, she’ll get it all in her pussy.”

Bloodrayne felt tears of frustration well up in her eyes again. She glanced down at her Mistress, who now nodded slightly. The dhampir now knelt down before the crotch of her mistress, and placed the tip of the dildo against the slit of her vagina lips. It was still wet with all the cum and semen that had come from her previous rapes. As she pushed the tip in with her mouth, she saw her former mistress bucked, arcing her body as the monster stretched her tunnel unnaturally. The black woman trashed her head about as the monster was pushed deeper into her, the rows of bristles entering her one by one, stimulating her.

“Work it slave!” The Master ordered. Bloodrayne began to mouth the dildo in and out of her former mistress’s cunt, tilting her body back and forth as she did so. She felt her own breasts wobbling before her as she worked. Her former mistress in turn continued to writhe in her bondage, and moan into her ball gag as she was raped by her former slave. It took a long while but finally, the former mistress jerked in orgasm and Bloodrayne saw more juice emerging out of her cunt as she withdrew the dildo out from the Mistress.

“Good.” the Master said, laughing, as the dhampir and her former mistress both wept tears of humiliation.

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The hot noon sun blazed down onto the camp site. Most of the hunting party were now in bed, sleeping off the effects of a night of boozing and orgy. Most of the vampiress slaves, for which sunlight was fatal, had been safely tucked away. A few select ones had been brought into the tents to accompany the hunters. Others had been clammed into large portable plastic kennels, stacked in rows of two in one of the tents.

Purgatori was one of the slaves that had been identified to accompany the Master in his tent. Vampirella, being the only vampiress immune to the effects of sunlight, was now chained by her ankle to an iron staple driven into the ground, exposed to the sun. It was a long chain, which allowed her to crawl about in a radius about three feet away from the staple, but no more.

Vampirella had to crawl due to the arrangement of her bondage. She was wearing a leather harness on her upper body, consisting of a tall white leather collar, from which a red leather strap plunge down to her deep cleavage to grasp a brass ring. Four leather straps sprung out from the ring, two on each side to encircle her firm breasts, above and below. The ends of each set of two straps were joined on the other side of her breasts, just under her arm pit, by brass rings, before these two brass rings were joined in turn by a long leather strap that circled round her back. Each of Vampirella’s wrists was joined to one of these two brass rings by means of a short chain attached to a steel manacle that encircled that wrist. The chain’s length was such that she had to reached down very low to touch the ground. When she was kneeling her arms had to bend, with her hands just below the bottom of her breasts.

As for Vampirella’s long slender legs, they were folded up and bound in place by broad leather straps of red, leaving her in a frog tied position. In this position, she had to crawl on her hands and knees to move around, making her move more like a pet than a woman. As she crawled around, her large breasts reached down under her, swinging to and fro just off the dirt floor to the rhythm of her movement.

As usual, precautions were taken to ensure that Vampirella had no way to bite or to crawl. Her mouth was sealed by a large leather panel, from which a thin black rubber tube emerged. A squeeze bulb was attached to the end of the tube, betraying the fact that a rubber pump gag was presently situated in her mouth. Her hands, on the other hand, were both clenched and encased in thick short leather mittens, making them look more like paws.

As Vampirella crawled around, and her stern become visible, it could be seen that she had been placed in a red leather chastity belt. As usual, she was dildo-ed and plugged. The plastic base of the dildo could be seen piercing through a hole in the belt. Behind that base, a rubber tube, similar to that on her gag, emerged from where her asshole should be, with a squeeze bulb attached to it as well. It swung behind her like a tail as she crawled around, enhancing the illusion that this was a pet rather than a once proud vampiress.

Near to where Vampirella was forced to crawl around in the sun was Bloodrayne’s former mistress. After a night of brutal treatment, she had been put into a new bondage setup. After she had been cut down from the tree, she had finally been stripped of her riding boots. Then, she had been forced to wear a pair of black PVC knee-high boots with six-inch heels, which forced her feet into an uncomfortable tip-toe position.

A doubled length of rope had then been draped over her neck, then the lines criss-crossed between her large breasts. The lines were then paired off, with a set each being pulled under her breasts, proffering them up. The lines were pulled around her back, before being pulled round to the front of her chest again, above her breasts. These lines were then tied together to form a rope harness. A short length of rope was tied to the lines under each of her arms. The rope was then tied to the corresponding wrist, such that her arms were folded back on either side of her torso, with her wrists bound next to her breasts.

The woman’s legs were frog-tied as well, but with ropes, the rough hemp lines encircling her ankles and her upper thighs. A small amount of play in her bondage, however, allowed her to unfold her legs slightly, by means of a short length of rope between the lines binding her thighs and her ankles. This formed the basis for a fiendish form of torture for the poor former dominatrix.

The woman was squatting on a bare patch of ground close to where Vampirella was chained. A pole had been planted in the ground at this point. It rose out of the ground to impale the woman in her cunt. It had been liberally lubricated so its entry had not caused her injury, but the thickness of the pole made her uncomfortable. To prevent her from lifting herself off the pole – difficult to begin with given her frog-tied position – her ankles were tied to stakes in the ground on either side of her with short ropes.

There was another element to this arrangement. The pole was not of uniform thickness, but became steadily thicker from the tip. If the woman was to squat fully, her cunt would be stretched to its limit by the thickness of the pole, while its length would reached uncomfortably deep into her. To relieve the twin pressure, the woman would have to raise her buttocks off the ground. Yet, the way her legs were frog-tied allowed her only to raise herself up to a half-squat. It was a position she could not maintain for long, before she had to squat fully again to rest her aching legs. Then, she had to repeat the process again.

The end result was that the newly enslaved woman had to squat up and down in the hot sun. Perspiration covered her smooth ebony skin from the heat of the sun and from the exercise she was forced to undertake. A large ball gag in her mouth took away any means for her to complain at this treatment. She could only moan into the large black ball - held in place with a black leather strap around her head – and drool from the corners of her mouth.

Bloodrayne could only watch the sufferings of her fellow slaves helplessly. She had been placed in a difficult predicament of her own. Given that she was a dhampir, she was kept under shade in a lean-to, so that sunlight would not shine directly on her. Yet, she was not protected from the heat of the sun blazing outside.

Like the other two captives, she had been frog-tied as well. Like her former mistress, her legs were bound with ropes around her thighs and ankles, but so tightly that she could not unfold them at all. She had then put with her stomach against a frame made out of a horizontal pole lashed to two vertical ones. Her frog-tied legs were then bound to the vertical poles, and her body bent forward at the waist until it was parallel to the ground. In front of this first frame was another frame of the same construction, but with the top pole being longer. Her upper chest had been placed on the top pole, and her arms pulled out to either side of her. Multiple rope lashings held her arms and wrists to the pole.

A harness gag made of black leather straps with a large red rubber ball had been placed on her. The harness formed a network of leather straps encompassing her chin and cheeks before rising up to the bridge of her nose under her eyes to join the vertical strap that went up over the crown of her head to join the strap running horizontally around the back of her head.

A rope had been tied to this point in the harness gag. It stretched back over her bound body to a springy branch planted into the floor just behind her crotch, at a point between her spread legs. Two large dildos have been tied to the branch. The black rubber monsters had been inserted partway into her cunt and anus.

The length of the rope was such that when the branch was not under tension, her head would have to be raised up and back. This put an uncomfortable strain on the slave’s neck. Yet, when she lowered her head to rest her neck, this would pull the rope forward, taking the branch with it. This in turn drove the rubber dildos deep into her lower orifices. She had to raise her head again to relieve the discomfort of the deep penetrations. She had to raise and lower her head repeatedly to relieve the discomfort at different points of her body alternately.

Other than her harness gag, her new Master had not deigned to put her in any garment. She was completely naked. A thin film of perspiration covered her body from her exertions. Some of this moisture trickled down her breasts, hanging limp under her torso, to her nipples before dripping down onto the dirt below her. Behind, she was also moist where the dildo penetrated into her cunt. The repeated in-and-out movement of the rubber monster was causing her to become horny, making her juice. Together with her perspiration, she was becoming increasingly weakened from dehydration.

The three slaves suffered in the sun and the heat until the evening brought some relief as the sun dipped below the horizon. The camp began to stir as the hunters emerged from their day long slumber. The Master came out of his tent, dressed only in an open black silk dressing gown, leading a crawling Purgatori by a chain leash attached to a golden collar around her throat. She was still wearing her ring gag, and the Master had obviously made extensive use of her open mouth as dried semen could be seen at the rim of her mouth. He inspected each of his slaves in turn. When he made it a point to stop and gloat in front of the helpless black woman, who, being a pampered human, had suffered more than the dhampir and vampiress captives.

“So, I hope you found your accommodations comfortable?” the man asked, standing over the bound former dominatrix. She could only look up at him with pleading eyes.

“What’s the matter? Would you like some water?” the man asked. The black woman nodded vigorously at this. The man reached round behind her neck and unbuckled her gag.

“You know what to do, slave.” the Master said sternly.

“Please … please may I have some water.” the woman begged. She paused for a moment, then added, “Master.”

Immediately, the black woman dipped her head in shame at how easily she had been broken. The Master grabbed her by her chin and lifted her head up. The force of his grip forced her to part her jaws.

“Serve me.” the man said as he stepped forward. His penis was already erect as he pushed it into the woman’s open mouth. Reluctantly, the woman took the knob of the penis into her mouth, and began to move her head back and forth to give him a blow job. She was not as skilled as her former slave, and it took her a while to bring the man to orgasm. When she did so, the man sighed and signalled for a guard to come forward with a plastic bottle of water.

The Master now turned and walked towards Bloodrayne. She could not even fix him with a defiant stare as she had become so horny with the movements of the dildos in her lower tracts. She was desperate as the sexual hunger had been built up inside of her, and yet she had no way of relieving it. The man laughed when he saw the dhampir in such a desperate state. Looking down, he asked, “Do you want to be fucked, slave?”

To her own horror, but not surprise, Bloodrayne found herself nodding. As she did so, the dildos moved back and forth again, and she closed her eyes at the sensation.

The Master smiled and walked round to behind her. He was becoming hard again at the sight of her upraised buttocks, so firm and round. He untied the dildos from the springy branch, and pulled the branch away, before pulling the dildos out from the dhampir. He let them dropped onto the floor before positioning himself behind the cunt of the slave.

“Service the slave’s breasts.” the Master ordered Purgatori. Purgatori crawled forward next to Bloodrayne, and bent her head towards her fleshy mounds. Her long tongue came out and encircled the dhampir’s left breast. Her eyes closed as she felt the sensation of the wet tongue kneading the roots of her breast. Then her head jerked back as she felt the warmth of the man’s penis enter her. As the man began to pump her, she felt her body respond to the fucking. Combined with the skilful play of her breast by Purgatori, she soon found herself being brought to a climax. She shuddered as she orgasmed. Then she passed out from sheer exhaustion.

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Bloodrayne awoke to the feeling of something penetrating her asshole. The fog of sleep slowly lifted and her awareness of her surroundings came into focus. She was still in the lean-to, but she had been freed from the frames that she had been bound to the whole day. Instead, she was now laying on her side. She could feel her arms being pulled back in a familiar manner, once again encased in a bondage mono-sleeve. Similarly, she felt the familiar grip of a posture collar around her throat, as well as the bite of the hip straps of a chastity belt that had been placed around her waist and crouch. The intrusion into her asshole, no doubt, was the insertion of a butt-plug.

A guard had been the one who was inserted the plug into Bloodrayne, and when he saw that she was awake, he pulled her onto a kneeling position. As her weight shifted, she felt the customary dildo inside of her cunt shift.

Bloodrayne raised her eyes at the sound of approaching feet, and she saw the Master come over to the lean-to. He had changed to a safari costume, with green shirts and pants, with brown leather boots and a wide-brimmed hat. He had a shot-gun slung over his right shoulder, the same one that he had used to capture the dhampir and her former mistress. He carried a pet feeding bowl in his left hand, which he placed before her.

Instantly, Bloodrayne could smell its content. The iron in the blood within the bowl went into her nose and down into her hungry insides. Instantly, she lowered her body and plunged her face into the red viscous liquid. She realise, however, that she could not open her jaws as wide as she wanted to. Her head was securely strapped in a harness, which felt like the one that she had worn earlier, except that there was no ball-gag inside her mouth. She could only part her jaws slightly to lap up the blood with her tongue. She did not care. The blood was thick and rich. She fed hungrily on the blood, and felt the liquid nourished her tired body. Very quickly, as her life force recovered, the aches throughout her body went away.

When Bloodrayne was done, she lifted her body up again, her lips stained with blood. The guard took a piece of cloth and wiped the excess blood off before he pulled her head back by gripping her red hair. Then he pulled a leather strap across her mouth, in between her jaws. It was already attached to the head harness over her right cheek. It was now buckled in place to the harness over her left cheek, forming a thin bit gag which prevented her from fully biting. Then he attached a leash onto the D-ring on the front of her collar, and she was pulled up onto her bare feet.

She was led past her former mistress, still bound in the same way she was throughout the day. The gag had now been restored to her mouth, and as she passed the squatting captive, their eyes met for a moment and Bloodrayne could see that the fire had gone out of the black woman. She had been broken so easily.

Bloodrayne did not have time to ruminate on this point before she was led towards the centre of the camp-site. It was dark now, and the hunters were gathered, dressed similarly to the man. She saw that all of them wore a sort of head harness, from which bulky metal goggles were attached. She realized that they were night vision goggles.

Bloodrayne was brought to a stop at a distance to the men. She saw that she was not alone, and that Vampirella and Purgatori were already there, standing quietly, bound and dressed in the same way as she was, with the usual exception that Purgatori’s wings were chained in the folded position. Neither of them wore the standard perverted versions of their costumes. Instead, they were plainly naked under their leather bondage.

“All right gentlemen.” the Master spoke up as he approached the hunters, “The hunt that you’ve been waiting for is finally here. In the night, we will no longer have the advantage of sunlight to help us see or as the last line of defence against the vampiresses. We will also not have our mounts to help us hunt. You can see that while the vampiresses are bound, they can freely run, and while their jaws are still gagged, the thinness of the leather strap still allow them to inflict some damage. And, finally, they’ve all been fed, so they’re full of energy. This is the true test of a hunter’s skills. Are you ready?”

The uneasy shuffling amongst the hunters showed that at least some of them were not comfortable with the idea that some of the disadvantages faced by the preys had now been taken away. But none of them said anything as the Master turned to look at them.

“The prize, of course is that any preys captured will belong to those who catch them.” the Master said. The group suddenly became much happier, with some of the hunters now glancing lustily at the bound captives. The thought of owning such beautiful and dangerous slaves obviously appealed to them.

Satisfied that none would raise any objections, he turned the guards holding the leashes of the captives.

“Unleash the preys.” the Master said.

The guards reached up and unhooked the leash from the collars of the captives. For a moment they remained where they were. Then, each received a firm whack on their buttocks, which sent them running towards the darkness of the jungle.

For a moment, the three slaves ran together. When they entered the trees however, Vampirella stopped for a moment and turned to the other two.

“Wir sher splee oooo…” She spoke with difficulty into her gag, but Bloodrayne realized what she meant. She nodded and turned to the right. She heard the others ran off in different directions from hers as she ran through the jungle.

Having just fed off fresh blood, Bloodrayne could feel her body energised as she charged through the jungle as fast as her feet could carry her. Her heavy breasts bounced in front of her chest, slapping the flesh underneath as she moved. She felt euphoric as she ran freely in the night air. She could feel the large plug and dildo that had been inserted into her jostle within her lower tracts as she ran, shoved up and down by the chastity belt she was wearing.

It seemed for a moment that she was free again, but it did not take long for her bound arms and the collar on her neck to remind her again that she was very much still in bondage, and that if she did not plan her move, she would soon be a prisoner again.

Bloodrayne forced herself to slow down into a steady trot as she crashed through the dark jungle. She realized that she was leaving a trail behind her that the hunters could easily pick up. Indeed, even though she had ran for many minutes now, and probably covered about a mile, she had probably left a trail that led all the way back to the camp.

Bloodrayne forced herself to stop. She squatted down and listened. For a moment, she heard nothing over the pounding of her heart. Then, sure enough, she heard the faint sounds of footsteps coming up the track that she had left.

A plan formed quickly in her mind. Bloodrayne turned and ran again, bashing a path through the undergrowth until she came to a spot that was free of them. Abruptly, she turned her direction and climbed up a slope. It was difficult without her hands to aid her and the two objects inserted into her caused her much discomfort as she lifted her long legs high to climb up. At last, however, she reached the top, and skirted back along an outcrop to a point overlooking the trail. She squatted down and listened.

A few minutes later, Bloodrayne saw two shadows move cautiously up the trail. It was two of the hunters, a rather fat and clumsy one following a thin one that seemed more experienced. The latter was carefully noting the footprints and broken branches that she had left behind, while the fat one was simply swinging his head from side to side, trying to peer into the darkness of the forest with the help of his night vision goggles.

It was ironical, then, that it was the fat one that spotted her first. He was stunned for a moment, and his mouth fell open as Bloodrayne stood up, statuesque in her bound nakedness. He did not even think to warn the other hunter or to raise his shotgun as the dhampir launched herself off the rocky outcrop and landed on him. His soft flesh cushioned her fall, but the same could not be said for the fat man. She felt his ribs cracked underneath her bare feet and pierce his lungs. He gaggled, bloody froth forming at his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.

The thin man heard the commotion behind him and swung around, skilfully bringing up his shotgun. But with his night vision goggle, it took him a while to acquire his target. Bloodrayne could not strike him with her bound arms, but she kicked him in his crotch with the instep of her right feet. He yelped at the pain, and his knees buckled. Bloodrayne then launched her left knee straight into his lower jaw. His head snapped back with a sickening crack, and he fell lifelessly onto his side.

Bloodrayne turned again and ran, leaving the fat one still drowning in his own blood. She was not sure if any of the hunters were nearby as she ran. She stopped regularly to listen carefully. So far, she did not seem to have a tail. She came to a stream, and quickly ran up it, the rocky bed ensuring that she would not leave a trail.

But as Bloodrayne climbed out of the stream towards a clearing, a shotgun blast went off near her. She instinctively ducked, and turned at the sound. A hunter! How did he get so near her. She put that thought out of her mind as he swung his shotgun again, and fired a second time. With dhampir speed, she ducked to aside as the Taser shell flew past her to embed itself in a tree nearby. The hunter’s eyes opened wide in terror as he desperately broke open his shot gun and crawled at a pouch on his belt where he probably kept his spare shells.

Bloodrayne did not wait for him to finish reloading. She leapt into the air with her legs splayed open, and wrapped them around his neck. Then, as she fell back, she twisted her hip to one side and viciously snapped the man’s neck. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he fell into a lifeless heap.

Bloodrayne stood up now, panting. The shotgun blasts would surely attract other hunters now. She listened for a moment, and when she thought there was no one around, she took off again.

The dhampir continued running until she was out of the jungle. She was aiming for the hills, where the broken terrain would make it more difficult to pick up her trail and where it would be easier to ambush her pursuers. She guessed that she had probably been on the run now for more than an hour. In that time, she had taken out three of the hunters. Eventually, she reached the hills at a spot full of sharp broken volcanic boulders. Lacking shoes or boots, she forced herself to slow down so as not to cut her feet.

A pale shape caught her eye, and Bloodrayne thought for a moment that it was a hunter. Then she focused on the shape and realized that it was Vampirella. She apparently had the same idea as she did. She was higher up the hill and had not seen the dhampir yet.

Bloodrayne’s eyes widened when she saw the vampiress do something peculiar. She was standing with her back towards a particularly tall and sharp volcanic rock. Her legs were parted and slightly bent. As she looked, she saw Vampirella plunged her buttocks violently down, bringing her cunt crashing into the tip of the rock. The vampiress bucked her head back at what surely must be excruciating pain. But she did not let that deter her. She lifted her butt off the tip of the rock, then swept her crouch down against the rock.

Fascinated by this act of self-mutilation, Bloodrayne reacted almost too late. She heard a twig snap behind her, and she spun around. A shot gun blast went off, and she just had time to duck as a Taser shell flew past her. Another shotgun went off near her and she realized that she was facing at least two hunters. She ran in a zig-zag patter towards some trees where the hunters might lose sight of her. Her buttocks rocked behind her as she ran, picking her way through the broken ground as another two shots went off behind her.

Bloodrayne now turned abruptly around. She saw two figures run towards the tree. They did not seem to have seen her yet as she slipped behind a tree. As the first hunter ran past her, she swung around the tree and drove a foot into his nearest knee. He grunted and collapsed onto the floor. Then she drove a knee straight into the back of his neck, cracking the spine with the bony protrusion of her knee. His head snapped back at the impact.

The other hunter, having ran a bit forward, turned around at the sound. He brought up his shotgun and pressed the trigger. The sound of hammers falling on spent shotgun shells clicked loudly. He stared dumbly at the shotgun as Bloodrayne killed him in the same way as the second hunter.

Bloodrayne stood panting for a moment, standing over her two kills. Then, she heard a shuffle behind her, and she spun around.

“You have done well my little slave. You’ve killed five of my competitors.” The Master said, smiling. He was cradling the shotgun in the crook of his right arm.

Bloodrayne crouched in readiness for a strike.

“I’m afraid you shan’t kill me,” the Master said lightly. His left hand pressed a button on a box mounted on his belt.

Bloodrayne felt power electric shocks jolt through her body from the dildos inserted into her. She realized that they had been fitted with Taser shock devices as she collapsed onto the ground. The Master walked over to her now, and placed her ankles together. He took a length of rope out from a pocket, and quickly bound them together.

“There, all secured now.” The Master said as he fished a walkie-talkie out from a pocket on his safari jacket. He spoke quickly into it, and after a moment later, she could hear the engine of a vehicle approaching. She twisted her head up to see a jeep arriving. Two guards got off, carrying a long pole between them. When they reached her, they inserted the pole under the mono-sleeve binding her arms, between her shoulder blades. The pole was pushed back to her legs, which were now bent and the pole fed under the rope binding her ankles. Then, with one guard picking up one end, the pole was lifted up with Bloodrayne swinging under it like a captured prey. She was carried to the jeep and placed in a rack. Glancing sideways, she could see that Purgatori had also been captured, and was now suspended from a pole in the same way as she was.

The Master came forward now to the jeep.

“Well now, between the three of you, I reckoned that most of my competitors had now been eliminated. Vampirella is still free, and the rest of them are still foolishly running after her. I’m sure she’ll take care of them soon. Then, all I have to do is just to track her down with the homing device in her dildo and Taser her as I did you two.”

The Master laughed at his own genius as Purgatori and Bloodrayne hung limply from the poles, defeated once again.

“Sir, I’ve lost the signal on Number 1.” one of the guards said suddenly.

The Master turned, frowning.

“What do you mean?”

“The signal is just gone sir.”

“Is it being masked by the hills?” The Master asked, a worried tone entering his voice for the first time.

“No it isn’t.” said a calm voice.

Bloodrayne’s head snapped up in unison with the Master’s. A hour-glass shaped body entered the pool of light cast by the jeep’s headlights. It was Vampirella, completely naked, with all her bondage gear gone. Her mouth was stained with blood as she walked forward, swinging her hips.

“How did you…” The Master asked, then desperately meshed down on the button on the box on his belt. Nothing happened as he should have expected. Vampirella was no longer wearing her chastity belt, and the dildos had probably been removed. As she got nearer, she noticed that Vampirella had blood running down the insides of her thighs. She realized what she had been doing. She had used the sharp volcanic rocks to cut herself free of her leather restraints and to destroy the dildos.

The next move the Master made was to swing up his shotgun. But he was too slow when he was facing a free vampiress that had gouged on the blood of his competitors that he had betrayed. Before he could even aim the shotgun, Vampirella was on top of him. With little effort, she broke his right arm, then his left arm. As he staggered back, she stomped down on his right ankle, breaking it. He fell onto the floor, crippled.

The guards, stunned at the sight, made no move as Vampirella stood up and turned towards them. They finally recovered their senses, and the driver tried to start the jeep. They were all too slow. They died screaming the same horrible scream as their employer.

Vampirella now turned to the two bound captives. Her nails elongated and hardened into claws, which she used to rip apart the ropes binding their ankles first, allowing them to rest their feet on the floor of the jeep, before slicing away the seams and lacings on the mono-sleeves binding their arms. Bloodrayne and Purgatori got off the jeep, and removed the rest of their restraints themselves.

Bloodrayne unbuckled her chastity belt, and sighed as she pulled the two dildos out from inside of her. Then she reached up and unbuckled the harness encasing her head and let it fall to the ground. Finally, she removed the last vestige of her status as a slave. She unbuckled her collar and flung it away.

“I can’t believe it. We’re free.” Purgatori said. Her wings were still bound with chains and she could not break it herself for the moment, but otherwise, she was unfettered. She turned to the Master, who was still alive. She sauntered up to him.

“No, please, no…” the Master begged as he tried to crawl away from the three former slaves with his broken limbs.

“You will pay for all that you’ve forced me to do, mortal.” Purgatori said, clearly relishing the last word. She turned and looked back at Vampirella and Bloodrayne.

“May I?” She asked.

“Be my guest. I won’t feed on his foul blood.” Vampirella said. Bloodrayne nodded grimly too. Purgatori smiled and squatted down. The Master’s scream pierced through the dark jungle as the vampiress buried her fangs into him.

+++++

Bloodrayne, Purgatori and Vampirella slaughtered the garrison of guards back at the camp site when they returned. There was not a single man that survived their vengeance as they tore them from limb to limb and gouged on their blood and entrails.

With a pair of bolt cutters found in the jeep, Bloodrayne and Vampirella had cut the chains binding Purgatori’s wings. With their wings spread, she and Vampirella had flown over the camp, hunting every man who tried to escape, while Bloodrayne finished the job with a pair of large hunting knives that she had retrieved from the belts of slain hunters.

Finally, when sanity returned to the trio, their naked bodies were thick with the blood of their victims.

Bloodrayne now turned towards the only remaining soul in the camp. Her former mistress, still bound and impaled on the pole. Her eyes were wide with terror after having witness the slaughter of the men. She whimpered as her former slave walked up to her. To her surprise, the dhampir knelt down and untied her ankles from the stakes holding her down, then untied her legs to allow her to stand up. She gingerly pulled herself off of the stake that had impaled her the whole day, and fell to one side.

“What should we do with her?” Vampirella asked, walking up to where the Mistress lay panting.

“We should feed on her like the rest.” Purgatori said, licking her fingers clean of blood.

“No.” Bloodrayne said sternly.

“You’re defending her?” Purgatori asked, with an edge of menace to her voice.

“No. It’s a practical issue.” Bloodrayne said as she knelt down to untie the black woman’s arms, “We are not going to fly out of here are we? I certainly can’t, and I bet that you two won’t want to fly all that distance either.”

“She has a point.” Vampirella said as Bloodrayne unbuckled the captive’s gag and pulled it out of her mouth.

“So, the deal is this.” Bloodrayne said, now addressing her former mistress, “We’ll let you live, and you give us a ride home on your yacht.”

The black woman nodded dumbly, stunned at the turn of events.

“And to make sure that you don’t try any tricks…” Purgatori said with an evil grin.

+++++

A week had passed since the events of that night, which had ended with the four females arriving back at the super yacht of Bloodrayne’s former mistress. With no men left to bring them over in a boat, Vampirella and Purgatori had brought Bloodrayne and her former mistress over the water by the expedient of simply spreading their leathery wings and picking the two up with their hands.

The Mistress’s guards were certainly stunned to see the dominatrix return with the two vampiresses and dhampir, all of them naked apart from the boots the Mistress was wearing. She also had a chastity belt on, while Purgatori held on to a plastic box in her left hand.

The guards were wary of the unfettered trio, but the Mistress gave them a firm order not to be harmed, and to set sail immediately back to civilisation. Having laid out her orders, she retired to her private cabins with her three ‘guests’.

Which was where the four females were as the super-yacht slowly eased its way into Sydney Harbour after a week of sailing from the remote South Pacific island where the drama had taken place. Purgatori was seated on a plush armchair, dressed once again in a set of black leatherette bikinis, and thigh-high leatherette boots with five-inch heels. She was slumped way down into the chair, with her long slender legs spread wide open with each leg propped up on one of the arms of the chair. Her bikini bottom was dangling from the instep of the right boot.

A figure knelt between her legs, moving her head up and down. Her head was entire covered by a white rubber helmet that included a pair of eye-pads that blindfolded her eyes. Her mouth was uncovered at the moment, with a heavy latex panel dangling from the left cheek, still attached via a buckle to the helmet. The stubby end of a penis gag could be seen fitted to the face of the panel.

The ebony skin of the figure revealed the fact that this was the former mistress that had dommed Bloodrayne for so long. She was apparently now the slave, as a tall white leather posture collar had been placed around her neck. A silver chain leash had been attached to a D-ring on the front of the collar, the other end of which was held by the orange-skinned vampiress in the chair.

The former mistress’s arms were now clad in a white latex mono-sleeve that pulled her arms back tightly against one another. The sleeve was held up by an attachment to the collar she wore. Under the mono-sleeve, a white rubber waist clincher could be seen. It was laced up very tightly, such that the former dominatrix’s heavy breasts were squeezed up and out, while her hips were even more accentuated. A long panel reached down from the front of the clincher, girdled her crotch, before reaching up to the back of the clincher. Two round impressions on the panel over her crotch hinted at the fact that a dildo and a plug now nestled in her lower orifices.

Finally, to complete her outfit, she wore a pair of white PVC high-heeled boots that reached up to her knees. These were ballet boots, which forced her feet and toes to point downwards, making walking virtually impossible. That was a moot point, for if the black woman were to move from one spot to another at all, she would do so crawling around on her hands and knees. At the moment, though, she was busy using her tongue, poked through the hole in the helmet over her mouth to service Purgatori, tonguing her in her clit and hole.

Nearby, lounging on the round bed were Vampirella and Bloodrayne. Bloodrayne, to her surprised, had found a copy of her costume as she and the vampiresses had hunted in the former dominatrix’s wardrobe for something to wear. It was an almost exact copy and she had wondered what her former mistresses had it for. She put it on and found it to be an almost exact fit for her.

Purgatori, on the other hand, would and did make do with any slutty costume, and soon found the set of black leatherette bikinis that served her well enough. It almost didn’t matter, as she had spent much of the past week having her brains fucked out with her new toy, the black amazon, so had little need of a costume to protect her – admittedly very limited - modesty.

Vampirella was not so lucky. She had been a slave of the Master for so long that her old costume was long gone. Nor did the former dominatrix have a version of her costume hanging in the closet. So, instead, she was wearing a red satin corset – which accentuated her hour glass figure admirably – and a micro-skirt that left most of her long thighs open to view, the outfit of which was completed with a pair of knee-high black PVC high-heeled boots.

“Do you think we did the right thing back there?” Bloodrayne asked, lifting a champagne glass filled with red liquid to her lips.

“You mean leaving those vampiresses on the island?” Vampirella asked, “Frankly, I’m not sure. If it had been before … before I was enslaved, I would have killed them, but we all did suffer together after all. I just couldn’t bring myself to kill them.”

Bloodrayne nodded slightly.

“Yes, same here. I’m just worried about an island full of vampiresses running loose.”

“It is a highly deserted island far away from civilisation. If you want a place to exile these creatures, there’s no place better.” Vampirella reasoned, “In any case, they had become so nympho during their slavery that I’m not sure if they would …”

“Will you two just relax and enjoy yourselves?” Purgatori cut in, in-between her moans of pleasure, “You two are way too serious about this monster hunting business. It’s a horrible way to live, don’t you think.”

For a moment, Bloodrayne wanted to make a suitable retort. Then she realized how – despite the dreadful experiences she had as a sex slave – she now had a new dimension to her life, something that fired her up other than her pursuit for vengeance against her vampire father or the hunting and killing of her dhampir siblings. She put the glass down on a side table and retrieved a ball-gag and a coil of rope that had been lying on it. She turned to Vampirella next to her and smiled. The vampiress returned her smile, climbed up onto her knees and turned her back to the dhampir. She then crossed her wrists behind her back as Bloodrayne uncoiled the rope, the smile of contentment still on her face.

THE END