Breaking
Bloodrayne
By
Nimrod
Code: Bondage,
Rape
Chapter
1
The large black
bat-shaped aircraft cruised through the night skies over the brightly lit
city below. Its passage all the way from another continent over the
The plane had penetrated
beyond
The aircraft banked
slightly to port side and steadied. Flying swiftly in a straight line, its
bomb bay doors sprung open. A black ball seemed to fall out from within its
bomb bay. Once it was clear, the bomb bay doors sprung shut again, and the
bomber turned again, heading for its home base.
The ball continued
to drop, its shiny black surface spinning and turning as it fell through
the air. Its rubber-like material continued to reflect radar waves tangentially,
away from the radar receivers, thus evading radar detection. It continued
to fall to a very low attitude, below normal radar coverage, when it began
to disintegrate, crumbling away into dust. As it dissolved, a shape emerged
from within.
It was the shape
of a human. It was wearing a black skydiving overall, with a large parachute
pack on its back, and a smaller reserve parachute pack strapped across its
stomach. It spread its long and slender limbs to slow down its plunge. Then,
at a pre-determined attitude, it reached back to pull the drogue out of the
parachute pack. As it flung the drogue aside, the drogue pulled a line out
that popped open the Velcro-closed seams of the parachute pack, pulling out
a black ram-air parachute. It quickly deployed, immediately slowing down
the plunging figure.
The dark figure
began to maneuver with the aid of the steering handles on the lines of the
parachute. Banking starboard, it glided towards the outskirt of the city,
towards a dark and dilapidated part where rows of large industrial buildings
stood, crumbling silently. It got lower as it got nearer to the buildings,
aiming for an empty piece of ground. The figure landed in a run. It turned
and gathered up the lines as the parachute deflated. Then, carrying the bundle
of nylon, it ran towards the shadow.
Once in the shadows,
the figure knelt down, and ripped off the breathing mask that had been strapped
to its face, to reveal a sharp chin and sensuously plump lips of bright red.
It unstrapped the jump helmet and pulled it off, allowing bright red hair
to tumble down around its face. Finally, it pulled off the goggles around
its eyes to reveal feral green eyes and high cheekbones. It was apparent
that the figure was a beautiful woman.
The woman now stood
up. She grasped the zip of her jumpsuit, and pulled it all the way down.
As the zip slid down, it first revealed the long swan-like neck of the woman,
then her deep cleavage, a glimpse of her costume, then her flat stomach,
before more of her costume was revealed. She shrugged off the jumpsuit and
allowed it to fall around her ankles, revealing her costume fully. It was
made of shiny patent leather. It was primarily black, but with red edgings,
and it had prominent panels of red over the woman’s flanks and her inner
thighs. It consisted of a top and a pair of pants.
The top was a bustier
suspended from her shoulders, closed in front by four red straps, and clinched
behind by red lacings. It fitted the woman’s curves like a corset, its
cups lifting up and pushing her large and heavy breasts together to form
the deep cleavage revealed earlier.
The pants were similarly
tight fitting, emphasizing ever curve of her firm buttocks and long legs.
It was worn low over her hips, revealing her taut midriff, her slender waist,
and her broad hips. It was held up by two straps suspended from her top.
The front and rear of the pants each had a slit. One ran down the small of
her back, while the other down her groin, just above her crotch. Both were
closed by laces drawn through grommets on either side of the slit. To complement
the costume, she wore gloves of black PVC opera gloves that reached all the
way up to her armpits.
As the woman stepped
out of the jumpsuit, one last detail of her costume was revealed. She was
wearing a pair of high-heeled calf boots, also made of black patent leather.
The heels were very high, perhaps five inches in height, and made of sharp
pointed steel. It seemed improbable that the woman had made a parachute jump
with such impractical footwear, but her movement betrayed no
injury.
Finally, the woman
knelt down and picked up a bag that she had jumped out of the aircraft with,
strapped to the bottom of the reserve parachute. It was a long bag, about
two feet long. She unzipped it to reveal two sabers. The saber blades looked
conventional enough, but as she placed one of them against her arm, it was
apparent that they were not to be wielded like conventional blades. Instead,
their ends were fitted to her wrists via carbon composite bands. The blades
were hinged to the bands. By flicking her arms, the woman swung the saber
blades from a position pointing upwards along her arms forward to a position
pointing forward. Grasping the handles fitted to the blades, the woman swung
the blades experimentally. Satisfied, the woman flicked her arms again, and
the blades were swung back along her lower arms.
The woman now turned
and walked towards the empty factory buildings that she had seen from the
air. As she walked, her mind returned to the briefing that she had received
barely twenty-four hours ago.
“I’m afraid
the evidence is incontrovertible, Rayne.” The stuffy Brimestone Society
intelligence analyst said, “The Gegengeist Gruppen, or GGG, has been
found to be operating in
“What is it
doing there?” Bloodrayne asked, shifting in the uncomfortably hard chair
of the brightly lit briefing room.
“We’ve
always known that the GGG continued to survive the defeat of
And thus, Bloodrayne
found herself walking in the dark streets of the abandoned factory district
of a east European capital. She consulted the GPS reader strapped to her
left arm once in a while to ascertain the direction that she should head
towards. She found herself walking towards a large warehouse adjacent to
a river. As she got nearer, she saw that the building was not abandoned like
the rest. There was a cargo vessel docked next to it on the river, and she
could see the dark shadows of men patrolling around it.
Bloodrayne walked
steadily closer to the building. Her hips swayed from side to side as she
put one slender leg before the other as she walked, the thin steel stiletto
of her boots clicking noisily on the bitumen of the road. With her shiny
costume, her bright red hair and the noise from her boots, two guards guarding
an entrance into the building saw her coming quite
quickly.
“What the
…” a guard muttered.
“She’s
a dhampir!” shouted another.
They raised their
weapons and began firing. The staccato clatter of their automatic weapons
rang through the night as they stitched fire towards the approaching dhampir.
But where the lines of fire met, the dhampir was no longer there. Instead,
she had launched herself into the air, leaping up to an impossible height.
The blades flicked out into position, becoming extensions of her arms as
she came in to land. Her spiked boots stabbed into the shoulders of one of
the guards. As he screamed in agony, she squatted down on his shoulders and
brought her blades down on his colleagues, who was trying to bring up his
weapon. Her blades sliced through his shoulders, chopping both his arms off.
“Arrrrgh!”
the man cried as he fell back.
Bloodrayne leapt
off the man that she was squatting on, and as her heels pulled out of his
body, blood spurted out like geysers. He was still trying to bring his weapon
up to bear, but Bloodrayne raised her arms, and crossed her twin blades like
a giant pair of scissors, cutting off his head.
“Is that all
you’ve got?” Bloodrayne said, as the two guards slumped onto the
ground in pools of their own blood. She turned to the door and kicked it
open.
As she stepped in,
she saw two more guards running towards her. They began opening firing as
soon as they saw her, but she was moving fast again. She leapt off the ground
as the rounds began to hit where she was standing and ran along the wall.
As the guards looked stunned at this seemingly impossible act, she launched
herself off and twisted in the air. As she landed between them, she slashed
her arms out to her side, slicing their heads off with her blades. The headless
bodies of both men collapsed where they stood.
Raising her blades,
Bloodrayne licked the blood off the steel, enjoying the metallic taste. She
smiled as she flicked back her blade, her thick lips smeared with fresh blood.
She felt such a rush from the brief action, that thrill of hunting and killing.
It brought out the animal side of her, a side she had to keep suppressed
as a member of the Brimstone Society.
Bloodrayne consulted
her GPS tracker, and turned towards a spot of the warehouse that looked like
a solid wall. As she approached, she activated her aura vision, which combined
with the Brimstone Society technology in her tracker allowed her to see where
the tracking device was. As she approached the wall, she launched herself
into the air, her legs ramrod straight before her. Twisting her body, she
used her straight legs like a ram to destroy the wall, and landed behind
in a long corridor.
Bloodrayne turned
and ran down a corridor. More guards appeared. Bloodrayne smiled. She relished
a challenge. She began to focus her mind. Time seem to slow down. Blood pounding
in her head. Vision seemed tinted with a blood red colour. Four of them.
No problem. Blades flicking back into position. Guards firing again. Launched
into the air. Slice one guard’s right arm off. Screaming. Another guard
turned to fire at her. He seemed to move slowly. So slowly. Her blade stabbed
him in the chest, cutting through the flesh so easily until the tip pierced
through the other side. Turning now. Ducking below the line of fire. Scissoring
the blades. Another guard is cut in half at his hips. He was still firing,
but wildly up into the ceiling as his upper body fell to the floor. Twisting
around now. Slashing with the blades. Legs cut off the last remaining guard.
He screamed as he fell too. Launching up into the air. Landing with both
blades on his prone body.
The blood rage began
to fade as the action ended. What had seemed like minutes in her rage had
in fact taken but seconds. Leaving the scene of destruction behind her,
Bloodrayne turned a corner and came to a steel cell door. Her GPS tracker
told her that what she was looking for was behind the door.
With her twin blades,
Bloodrayne attacked the door. In spite of the fact that it was a steel door,
it could not put up with the assault for long as Bloodrayne pounded the door
until it eventually gave way, and she stepped through the doorway into the
room.
The room was dimly
lit, but this was no problem for Bloodrayne’s sensitive green eyes as
she surveyed the white-tiled room. She immediately saw a woman in the corner
of the room. The woman was suspended from a steel stand in the shape of a
large C by an elaborate leather harness that crisscrossed her torso, including
straps that ran above and below her breasts, and another strap that ran under
her crotch.
She was dressed
from head to toe in shiny black rubber. Her head was entirely encased in
a rubber helmet that was stretched over her head, capturing every contour
of her face. From the impression of her face on the surface of the helmet,
it was obvious that the woman was wearing a ball-gag underneath, in her mouth,
of such size that it stretched her mouth wide open.
Just beneath her
head, the woman’s head was tightly constricted by a posture collar that
extended down from her chin to her shoulders, a thick rubber affair with
steel bones inserted. Below that, her entire body was dressed in black latex,
with only her heavy breasts and her crotch exposed to view. Her arms had
been pulled up behind her and crossed. The sleeves of the latex catsuit did
not have any opening, thus trapping her hands within. The tips of the sleeves
were, instead, fitted with snaphooks, which were now attached to a ring behind
her posture collar, keeping her arms crossed and raised behind her back.
The woman’s
legs had been folded up, with each of her ankles secured to the corresponding
thigh with a thick leather strap, frog-tying her. This also meant that almost
the entire weight of her body was resting on the leather strap of the body
harness holding her up.
Bloodrayne strode
up to the woman. With a couple of slashes, she cut the steel chains holding
the woman up by her shoulders. She caught the woman before she fell onto
the floor, and slowly lowered her onto the floor. She turned the woman around
and unhooked her arms from the collar, then flipped her onto her back again.
She slid a blade underneath the leather strap binding her right leg, and
cut the material easily. She repeated the process with the left leg, freeing
the woman’s limbs. Then, she ripped off the rubber helmet covering her
face.
The face of the
woman underneath was beautiful, with high cheekbones and piercing brown eyes.
Her hair had been cut short into a blonde buzz. Her eyes looked disoriented
for a while before they focused on the dhampir standing over her.
Bloodrayne unbuckled
the ballgag forcing her mouth wide open, and pulled the rubber ball free
from the woman’s mouth. She had to swallow the excess saliva in her
mouth before she could speak.
“Who…”
the woman asked.
“Some friends
sent me.” Bloodrayne said, “Can you
stand?”
“I… I
guess so. But please get this monster out of
“That dong
had been in me forever!” the woman grasped as Bloodrayne dropped it
onto the floor. The woman stood up and Bloodrayne realized for the first
time just how tall and strong the woman seemed. Bloodrayne realized that
if it were not for her own heels, the woman would probably be a couple of
inches taller, at six-feet or so.
“Let’s
get out of here.” Bloodrayne said, turning towards the entrance.
Blooodrayne did
not know what it was that caused her to stop and look back. Perhaps it was
the play of shadow on the wall. Perhaps it was the buzzing sound of the dong.
But she turned around just as the heavy rubber dong slammed into the side
of her head. If she had not, it would have hit her in the back of the neck,
like a blackjack. She was momentarily stunned, and she staggered to one side.
The woman, the captive
whom she had just rescued raised her arm again, and swung the dong like a
club, hitting her again on the side of her head. Bloodrayne fell back, landing
on her side. She tried to raise herself, but she was still stunned. As she
got up on all fours, she felt the blow landing on her head. Blood red stars
seemed to explode before her eyes. Bloodrayne lost her balance, and fell
on her side. The world spinning, her mind tried to grasp the fact that she
was being attack. Before she could recover, she felt herself flipped onto
her stomach, and felt a weight sit down on the small of her back. Her arms
were raised high above her back by the woman now sitting on her. Using her
legs, the woman held Bloodrayne’s arms up while she reached around to
the dhampir’s front with her right arm. She pulled back her right arm,
trapping the dhampir’s neck in the crook of her right arm. Holding the
crook of her left arm with her right hand, she now swung her left arm across
the back of Bloodrayne’s neck, grasping her right shoulder. Apply pressure
with her arms, she began choking the redhead. The dhampir struggled weakly
against this attack, but she was still stunned, and she was very effectively
pinned down onto the ground, without any way to gain leverage to fight back.
Slowly, as the air is choked out of her, the darkness of unconsciousness
claimed her.
Chapter
2
Bright lights seemed
to pierce Bloodrayne’s eyes as she slowly regained consciousness. As
she did so, her eyes began to flutter, than slowly open.
Bloodrayne found
herself staring up at the ceiling. She was still in the same room where she
had ‘rescued’ the woman and was badly beaten for her troubles.
The room was brightly lit now, highlighting its tiled walls in sharp relief.
Moaning softly,
the dhampir tried to move her limbs. To her surprise, she was not bound,
as she had expected to be in such a situation. But as she tried to raise
herself up, she found her body moving sluggishly, as if her body was not
quite her own. She felt weak all over, without her usual agility and strength,
as she turned herself onto her side. Then, slowly and unsteadily, she got
onto all fours, her red hair all a mess around her face.
“Well, well,
I see that my little pet has woken up from her little sleep.” Said a
woman’s voice.
Bloodrayne looked
up from her lowly position, to see the woman who had assaulted her towering
over her. She was dressed differently now. In place of the catsuit, she now
wore a teddy, made of the same glossy black latex. It had high leg holes
that exposed her long ebony legs all the way up to her prominent hips. Her
heavy breasts emerged from two holes on the chest of the garment, hanging
firm and high on her torso. The teddy reached all the way up her long neck
to just below her chin. To complement the teddy, she was wearing a pair of
high-heeled boots, with heels that looked to be five inches. The tops of
the boots were made of black elastic PVC that gripped her firm muscular legs
tightly all the way up to the middle of her upper thighs. Her arms were similarly
clad in black PVC, all the way up from her finger tips to her elbows. To
complete her outfit, she was wearing a black PVC cowl over her head that
covered her entire head except for her face, which was heavily made up with
dark blue eye shadows and dark wine colored glossy lip
stick.
The high heels of
the boots clicked on the tiled floor as the African woman sauntered up to
the dhampir, who raised her torso straight up with some difficulty, to sit
heavily on her heels. Before Bloodrayne could react, the woman slapped her
across her right cheek, knocking her onto her side.
“Urgh!”
Bloodrayne uttered a soft cry of pain involuntarily. She immediately tried
to get up. The African woman waited until she was on her all fours again
before nudging her with her right foot to knock the dhampir onto her side
again.
“Bitch!”
Bloodrayne exclaimed as she lay flat on her back, “What have you done
to me?”
“Just injected
you with a little … well actually, a heavy dose, of muscle relaxant.
Of course, it would have killed a human, but you are not human, are you?”
the African woman said as she walked over to a trolley nearby. She pushed
the trolley over to where Bloodrayne was trying to get up again. She picked
up a small padlock from the top of the trolley, and hooked the opened shank
over the little finger of her left hand. Then she picked up a ball-gag from
the top of the trolley and went over to the dhampir, who had managed to sit
up, with her legs bent to her right before her.
“You’re
not putting that on me!” Bloodrayne hissed as she tried to push herself
away from the African woman, but the latter grabbed a handful of her red
hair, and yanked her head back.
“Urgh!”
Bloodrayne cried as her jaws parted. The African woman pushed the ball through
the gap between her teeth, forcing the jaws open even wider to admit the
large red rubber ball, which must have been larger than two inches in diameter
as it forced Bloodrayne’s maw wide open. Then, release her hair, the
African woman pulled back on the thick black rubber straps that emerged from
either side of the gag, and pulled it behind Bloodrayne’s head. She
buckled the straps together behind her neck, tightly, so that the straps
pulled back the corners of Bloodrayne’s mouth, and in turn force her
jaws to close down onto the ball. Taking the small padlock from the little
finger of her left hand, she fed the shank of the lock through an eyehole
fitted to the tongue of the ball-gag buckle, and clicked the lock shut.
When the African
woman let go of the ball-gag, Bloodrayne collapsed forward.
“MMMMMMPH!”
was all she managed as she struggled up onto her knees, her legs slightly
apart. She reached back with her hands and pulled at the straps holding the
ball-gag uncomfortably deep in her mouth, but she found that she could not
force the lock open to undo the buckle. She looked up at the African woman
in fury with her green eyes.
“That should
keep you quiet until you’re properly trained.” The African woman
said, laughing haughtily. She picked up another object from the top of the
trolley now. It was a steel collar, with its surface chromed and shone to
a reflective shine. Its semi-circular halves were hinged, with a heavy steel
bolt holding the two halves together, and the other end of the halves had
eyeholes at their flanged tips that corresponded to one another when closed.
The African woman
walked up to Bloodrayne, still on her knees. Once again, the dhampir’s
efforts to fight her in her drugged state proved futile. The African amazon
easily grabbed hold of her hair once more, and slipped the collar quickly
around the dhampir’s long and slender neck. She quickly closed the collar
fully shut, with the two eyeholes lining up in line with the length of the
captive’s throat. The friction of the hinge held the collar closed even
with a lock. Much to her discomfort, Bloodrayne found that the collar was
so high that it encased her neck – it must have been at least three-inches
– and it forced her to hold her head up.
The African woman
let go of the dhampir’s hair, and quickly seized hold of her right arm,
and locked it in a jujitsu lock. No matter how she fought, Bloodrayne could
not escape from the iron lock applied to her arm as it was lifted perpendicular
to the ground, forcing her torso to fold forward as she knelt on her knees.
The African Amazon reached up and took a chrome steel manacle from the top
of the trolley. It was of the same design as the collar, but of smaller
dimensions. With practiced skill, she snapped it shut on the dhampir’s
right wrist. Then the Amazon seized hold of Bloodrayne’s left arm, and
repeated the process. Finally, she took a double-ended snap-hook from trolley
and connected the two manacles together, temporarily binding Bloodrayne’s
wrists together behind her back.
Releasing Bloodrayne,
the Amazon stood up and took a steel bar from the top of the trolley. It
was fitted on either ends with steel manacles, again of the same design as
the collar. The tubular shank of the bar looked thick and heavy in her hands
as she nudged the red-headed captive with her foot, knocking her flat onto
her stomach. Quickly, before she could recover and resist, the woman sat
down on her thighs, trapping her legs between her own, and fitted one of
the manacles on the bar to Bloodrayne’s booted right ankle. Locking
the manacle shut with a padlock, she quickly repeated the process with the
other ankle. When she stood up, and Bloodrayne tried to turn around, she
found that her ankles were now trapped about a foot from each
other.
The Amazon stood
up and picked up two padlocks from the trolley before walking away to a corner
of the room, where she retrieved a second bar, where it had stood leaning
against the corner, unnoticed by the captive. It was much longer than the
first bar, being at least three-feet long. She came back to the captive,
who by now had managed to flipped herself onto her back. The Amazon quickly
sat down onto Bloddrayne’s stomach, before she could react. Pinned down,
the dhampir could do little as the Amazon fitted one end of the bar to her
collar. That end had an eyehole that mated up to the eyeholes at the flanged
ends of her collar. It fitted in between the two flanged ends. A single padlock
fed through all three eyeholes held the end of the bar to her collar. Standing
up, the Amazon swung the bar down along Bloodrayne’s body. Seizing hold
of the bar holding her ankles, the Amazon pulled the bar up, folding the
dhampir’s legs in the process.
The middle of the
bar had a steel bracket wielded and bolted to it. This bracket had two flanges
rising along one another, with an eyehole drilled through each, lined up.
The other end of the bar now laid along Bloodrayne’s torso also had
an eyehole, and the three of them lined up neatly. With another lock, the
Amazon locked the two bars together. Bloodrayne’s legs were now trapped
in their folded position, with her ankles a foot apart, and connected to
the collar, with her knees raised up next to her breasts.
The Amazon now stood
up and retrieved two more padlocks from the trolley before walking back round
to behind the dhampir, still flat on her back. She hooked the locks over
her left hand’s little finger, before flipping the dhampir onto her
right side. She rested a knee on the captive’s right wrist before releasing
the double snap-hooks from the wrist manacles. Then, she took firm hold of
the dhampir’s left arm. Fighting her captive, she pulled the arm down
towards the bar holding Bloodrayne’s ankles apart. With some effort
despite the drug, the Amazon pulled the wrist manacle to the left end of
the bar, next to the trapped ankle, where a steel bracket of the same design
as the one in the middle of the bar had been fitted. The wrist manacle had
a flange fitted in the same manner, and the flange fitted neatly into the
bracket. The eyehole drilled through it mated up with engineering precision
to the holes in the brackets. With one of the padlocks, the Amazon now secured
the flange to the bracket, trapping Bloodrayne’s left wrist to the bar.
The Amazon now stood
up and flipped Bloodrayne onto her left side. She repeated the process with
the dhampir’s right arm. Bloodrayne put up more struggle now, but with
three of her limbs trapped, and with her body still drugged, it was only
a matter of time before her right wrist was trapped to the bar in the same
way as her left.
Standing up, the
Amazon inspected her work. A layer of perspiration covered the expose part
of her body, evidence of the exertion of her work. But the fruits of her
labor laid at her feet, with her legs folded up along her torso, with her
arms lying along her torso between them. The position of her knees, and her
arms, were such that they pressed her heavy breasts together, forming a deep
cleavage. With the bar along her torso holding up the bar securing her wrists
and ankles, she was trapped in a folded position, her crotch and buttocks
vulnerable.
The Amazon let the
dhampir struggle futilely with her bonds for a moment, and let the realization
sink into the captive as to just how secure her bondage was. The African
woman walked to another corner of the room. A large leather bound trunk stood
there, rested on one end. Two wheels had been fitted to either end of one
side of the bottom, and a pair of folding handles fitted to the top, to allow
the trunk to be pushed around. The Amazon now used these fixtures to push
the trunk over to the manacled dhampir.
The Amazon brought
the trunk to rest, and then unlatched its cover. She swung it open to reveal
its dark interior. The interior had been packed with a foam block. A hole
had been cut in the foam, a large square hole with rounded corners, with
a hollow of narrower diameter cut into the top edge of the square. At the
bottom, a block of foam rose up, resembling a shallow stool.
The Amazon walked
round to Bloodrayne. She seized the captive by her shoulders, and pulled
her bodily towards the trunk. She placed the dhampir faced down just before
the trunk, with her buttocks pointed towards the hole. Releasing her hold,
she swung a leg over the folded body of the captive, and took hold of
Bloodrayne’s hips. She then pulled and pushed to fit the hips into the
hole. Her hips fitted snuggly into the hole, with the sides pressing into
her.
The Amazon now stood
back and lifted up Bloodrayne. Her torso swung up, to be fitted snuggly into
the rest of the hole. Her head was pushed into the smaller hollow on top
of the square hole. Her crotch was now resting snuggly on the stool, between
her trapped wrists and ankles.
Black heavy duty
nylon straps had been fitted to the inside of the trunks. The Amazon pulled
a pair across the forehead of Bloodrayne, and clinched it in place, ratcheting
the steel clinch a few notches to tighten it snuggly. Then she pulled another
pair of straps across her jaws, another two pairs over her folded legs and
her arms. This trapped the dhampir in the hole in the foam, like a toy in
its box. The foam pushed in on her body so tightly, and the straps held her
down so snugly that she could barely move.
“There, you
are now ready to be transported to my little playground.” The Amazon
said, smiling.
“Oh, just to
keep you entertained while we move you …”
The Amazon picked
up a remote control from the trolley and pressed a button. Immediately, there
was a soft whine that came from the stool. Much to Bloodrayne’s surprise
and alarm, she felt something moved in the stool, and she felt as if a finger
had brushed up against her crotch.
“The stool
had been fitted with gears that are adapted from those mechanical massager.
The teeth of the gears will knead your crotch to keep you entertained, and
… uhm … ready for your training.” The Amazon informed Bloodrayne
as she began to moan. The gears were indeed rubbing up against her crotch
through the velvet fabric covering the top of the stool and the material
of her garments. The teeth pushed deep into the slit of her vagina, pushing
into its soft innards and pressing into her clitoris. Within a few minutes,
it was already too much, and she felt the first wave of orgasm hit
her.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”
Bloodrayne moaned just as the Amazon swung the cover of the trunk closed,
plunging the dhampir into a darkness filled with sexual stimulation.
Chapter
3
By the time the
trunk door was opened again, Bloodrayne was completely wet – in all
senses of the word. The stimulation of her private part had caused her to
reach orgasm uncontrollably, again and again and again. The PVC material
of her tight pants kept all the moisture in, smeared against her skin, forcing
the juice that she had ejaculated down the insides of her thighs.
Then, there was
the perspiration from being trapped within the confines of the trunk. It
was fitted with a temperature control system, but the temperature had not
been set low enough to cool the captive, leaving her hot and sweaty. With
the heavy stimulation of her body, even more heat was created, causing her
to perspire so heavily that thin layer of shiny sweat covered her body.
Finally, there was
the horribly large gag in her mouth. She was drooling uncontrollably out
of the corners of her mouth. The escaped saliva dripped down onto her breasts,
to mix with the perspiration.
Bloodrayne had been
in the trunk for what seemed to her like an eternity. While there was adequate
ventilation, provided by the same pump fitted to the cover that regulated
the temperature inside the trunk, no sound or light got into the box from
the outside world. She was completely trapped within the darkness and silence
of the trunk, with only her own moans and the stimulus of her sex for company.
She could feel the trunk being wheeled and moved, then being stored followed
by a prolonged period of rumbling that indicated that she was being transported
in a vehicle. It was this period that seemed to drag on and on. Then the
rumbling stopped and she was moved again.
Bloodrayne was almost
grateful when the trunk lid was opened again. Her body was aching all over
from the strict confinement that it had been placed in, not to mention the
exhausting sessions of sexual stimulation. Her eyes could not focus for a
moment as light shone into the interior of the trunk. The light came from
a flashlight, and it was held by hand. It moved as its beam played up and
down her bound body. Whoever was holding it was obviously admiring her sorry
state. Then, a figure stood before her, and released the straps holding her
in place. Reaching in, a hand pulled on the bar attached to her collar, and
pulled the captive out of the hole.
Bloodrayne fell
forward onto her face. She grunted from the blow. She was flipped over so
that she looked up, her legs still folded with her arms trapped between them,
squeezing her breasts. She looked up to see a burly man, dressed in a
sailor’s outfit.
“Put her on
the trolley.” Came a familiar voice. Bloodrayne tried to move her head
to see the Amazon, but the collar forced her to look up only. She could only
see the mentioned trolley, out of the corner of the eye, and saw that it
was an unusual affair. Its top rested on a hinged base at its centre that
allowed the top to be tilted forward.
The sailor lifted
the bound captive off the floor and onto the trolley. He moved the collar
until it fitted and clicked into something behind her on the top of the trolley.
She guessed that the eyehole, that she had seen earlier fitted to the hinge
of the collar, had been fitted into some sort of catch. In any case, she
could not move her neck now.
Now, Bloodrayne
heard the rattling of chains on her right. She felt her right ankle being
pushed down lightly by the sailor, and heard a click. When the sailor released
his grip, she felt her right ankle being constrained by something –
probably the chain. Glancing down, she could just glimpse the snap hook fitted
to the shank of the padlock securing the steel manacle around her right ankle.
The sailor went over to the other side, and secured her left ankle as well.
She could no longer shift her position on the trolley.
The sailor went
around to the end of the trolley where her head rested. He pushed on the
push handle fitted to the trolley, moving the trolley across an uneven steel
surface. Looking up, Bloodrayne saw a metal ceiling, along with fixtures
such as wire trays and covered lights. She guessed that she was in a ship.
Behind her, she could hear the clicks of high heels and guessed that the
Amazon was behind her, but still out of sight.
As they approached
a hatch. The sailor stopped, and stooped down. Bloodrayne heard a wheel being
turned, and she felt the platform she was secured to being tilted forward,
until she was at a 45 degrees angle, enabling her to look forward to see
the closed hatch ahead of her. She felt her weight come to rest on the chains
constraining her ankles, preventing her from being choked by her steel collar.
Steel, it was uncomfortable feeling her chin resting on the rim of her collar.
The hatch opened
before Bloodrayne from the other side, and swung aside, and she was wheeled
forward once again, passing from the narrow passageway into a large cavernous
space. It was the cargo hold of a mid-sized cargo ship. The lighting was
relatively dim, with only a row of suspended lamps going down its centre.
On either side of the centre, were rows of plastic boxes. As the dhampir
was wheeled forward, between the boxes, she heard moans and groans. Glancing
to her right, she saw that the sides of the large boxes facing the centre
were open, with a steel mesh cover baring the way. To her shock, she saw
women in each of them. All of them were stark naked, and wore a steel collar
like her own. But unlike her strict bondage that held her rigidly, their
bondage were comparatively lax, with chains linking their wrist manacles
to their collars. All were gagged like her, preventing them from making too
much noise. Some of the captives’ eyes met hers as she was wheeled past,
and she could almost detect sympathy – even pity – in their eyes.
“This is how
we ship our merchandise.” Said the voice behind her, over the clicking
of her heels, “But we have prepared something a little more special
for you. After all, we have a long sea voyage ahead, and we must use it properly
to begin your training.”
Bloodrayne was wheeled
past the cages, and was brought to the other side of the hold. Here, there
was a chest of steel drawers next to a bulkhead. She was wheeled up to the
drawers. The sailor pushing her brought her to a stop, and she felt him push
something down behind her. She guessed that the wheels of the trolley had
been locked, for it did not move when he took his hands off the handle.
The click of the
Amazon’s boots could be heard, and soon, the towering figure of the
woman came into view. The woman had changed her costume again. Now she was
wearing a blazing bright red PVC corset. Its design was Baroque, which straight
panels rising from her narrow waist upwards, pushing her heavy breasts together
and up to form a deep cleavage. She was wearing a red PVC thong panties.
Suspenders fitted to the hem of her corset held up black fishnet stockings,
the black band of which gripped her slender thighs tightly. The stockings
disappeared into red PVC boots with heels at least five-inches in height.
She had changed
her headgear too. She was wearing a red PVC cowl, of similar design to her
previous one, but this one had a tube that rose up from the top of her head,
with faux black hair coming out in a plume to dangle behind her like a ponytail.
Her face was heavily made up as usual, but with heavy red eye shadows now.
To complete her outfit, she wore red PVC opera gloves that reached up to
her armpits.
The African woman
was scrutinizing the bound dhampir. She reached out with a hand, and rested
it lightly on Bloodrayne’s crotch. The dhampir sucked in a breath as
she felt a shock run up her spine.
“My, my, you
are still so aroused.” The woman said, chuckling. Her fingers probed
Bloodrayne’s vagina slit through the PVC fabric of her pants, drawing
another reaction from the bound dhampir.
“Your
vulva is still so engorged.” The woman said smiling. She stood right
up against the edge of the trolley, and reached back behind her back. She
produced a small scalpel. Wielding the shiny instrument, she grasped the
fabric of the crotch-piece of Bloodrayne’s pants. She pressed the tip
of the scalpel through the fabric, and cut upwards expertly. The fabric came
apart easily as the edge of the scapel traveled up Bloodrayne’s crotch.
With a flourish, the African woman completed the cut at the point where the
crotch ended. Putting away the blade, she parted the edges of the cut, exposing
Bloodrayne’s crotch. The damp musky smells of her perspiration and her
cum were liberated, forming a rich mixture of aromas.
The African woman
smiled, and stood back for a moment to enjoy the humiliation of the dhampir
as she struggled futilely with her steel bondage. Then she stood forward
again. She grasped the top of Bloodrayne’s bustier. Then, with powerful
pulls, she ripped the front of the bustier apart, allowing both of
Bloodrayne’s heavy breasts to fall out, their pink nipples enlarging
and stiffening in the cool air of the hold.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!
MMMMMMMMMMMPH!” Bloodrayne protested to no avail as she was exposed.
The Amazon ignored
her, and smiled down at the vulva of the dhampir, surrounded with curly red
hair. She rested her right hand on the bend where Bloodrayne’s left
thigh joined her torso, and reached across with her thumb to her clitoris
hood. She used her thumb to push the hood up and slid the thumb under it.
Bloodrayne stiffened when she felt the thumb brush against her engorged
clitoris.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
Bloodrayne pleaded as the Amazon begin to knead her clitoris with her thumb,
causing shocks of pleasure to shoot up the torso of the captive. She convulsed
in her steel stocks, unable to resist the ministration of the thumb, feeling
herself coming up towards yet another orgasm.
“Looking at
you like this make me so horny!” the African woman said. She stopped
just before Bloodrayne achieved an orgasm. The latter looked at the African,
confusion in her green eyes. Her eyes tracked the Amazon as she turned and
walked back to the drawers. She opened a drawer, and took out a leather harness.
The harness had three straps, of which one was broader than the other two.
The woman then took out a squeeze bottle from the drawer and lifted up the
broad strap. Bloodrayne could see that it had a black rubber dildo attached
to it. The Amazon squeezed a generous amount of viscous liquid – obviously
some sort of lubricant - onto the tip of the dildo. Then she spread her legs,
and reached down with her left hand. She pulled aside the crotch piece of
her thong, and brought the tip of the dildo up against her crotch with her
right hand. She threw her head back and moaned with pleasure as the dildo
was pushed up into her vagina. When it was fully in, she belted the harness
around her waist, and pulled up the broad strap up behind her, between her
buttocks, and buckled it to the waist straps. She stole a horny glance at
the helpless captive before her hand disappeared into the drawer
again.
This time, the woman
took out another dildo, made of black rubber. But it was of a much larger
dimension than the one now inserted into herself. Indeed, its length and
girth made it unlikely that it was the clone of a human, and more like that
of a large animal like a bull. Its length was filled with rubber bristles.
The African woman placed the base of the dildo against the triangular face
of the harness, and mated the screw threads along the bottom to a circular
steel fixture on the harness. She screwed the dildo until it was tight. It
now extended forward from her loin like a man’s penis, ready to penetrate.
She took the squeeze bottle again and now squeezed the translucent lubricant
along the dildo. Then she used her gloved hands to distribute the liquid
throughout the long shank, until the entire length was glossy. Then she turned,
and aimed the object at Bloodrayne like a gun.
Bloodrayne tried
to shake her head to protest, but the collar she was wearing preventing her.
She could only squirm as the rubber monster approached her entrance. She
felt the tip press against her vagina mouth. Parting them, the rubber member
entered her.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Bloodrayne screamed into her gag as she felt her vagina wall stretched to
its limit to accommodate the monster. The bristles rubbed against her wall,
further agitating them. The two combined to send shocks up her body. She
struggled and squirmed but the monster was driven in relentlessly by the
merciless Amazon. When it was fully in, the African woman began to work her
hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster, finally hammering the dildo
up and down the dhampir’s vagina. As she banged the dhampir, the dildo
inserted within her was also moved, and she was being served at the same
time. Grasping the sides of the trolley to steady herself, the Amazon pounded
away like a man, assaulting the dhampir.
Bloodrayne could
only continue to scream again and again into the large rubber gag. She felt
as if her innards were being torn apart by the monster now sliding up and
down her. The pain mixed with the arousal until she could not tell between
the two. She was being brought to an incredible climax that she had never
felt before. Finally, she felt herself exploding, releasing whatever cum
she had left. The next moment, mercifully, the darkness of unconsciousness
claimed her.
Chapter
4
Bloodrayne was raped
again and again for what seemed to her like days. She could hardly tell.
The hold did not have any windows that she could see to let her tell the
passage of time. Not only did the African woman rape her time and again with
the monster dildo, she had also allowed the sailors to come down and make
use of her. Still trapped in her steel stocks, her crotch was completely
exposed, and position just right to allow the men to make use of her. Sometimes,
they literally queued up to make use of her.
With the rubber
gag constantly present in her mouth, Bloodrayne could not protest. She could
only endure her humiliation and punishment, as she was pounded again and
again, hardly ever given a chance to rest. She could not help herself, and
reluctant tears of shame came out of her eyes, dissolving the mascara she
wore on her eyelashes, to trickle down the sides of her face, leaving long
streaks of black stains.
To make matters
worse, not only was Bloodrayne not given any rest, she was also not fed.
While a dhampir could survive for a long period of time without food –
without blood – this also left her in a weakened state, increasingly
unable to resist mentally the position that she had been placed in.
Finally, one day,
there was a change to her circumstances.
“So, how is
our little slave doing today?” said a familiar voice. Bloodrayne could
hardly look up. Her eyes were unfocused as they rested on the tall statuesque
figure, now dressed in a black PVC corset with matching thongs. The thigh-high
boots with five-inch heels allowed her to tower over the captive. Her head
was covered with a black PVC helmet that left a heart-shaped opening for
her face.
“Do you want
to continue to be a fuck toy?” the woman asked as she looked down at
the stained captive in front of her. Bloodrayne shook her head
weakly.
The African woman
reached around behind Bloodrayne’s head, and unbuckled her gag. The
gag was pulled from her mouth, to allow her to close her aching jaws for
the first time in a long while.
“Beg for mercy,
slave.” The woman commanded, “Or I’ll leave you like this
for another month.”
There was a time
when every instinct in her would rebel against such a shame, but Bloodrayne
did not hesitate an instant. She swallowed hard to lubricate her
mouth.
“Pl …
please … I don’t want to be like this any more.” Bloodrayne
pleaded.
“Good.”
The African woman said, smiling. She walked away for a moment, and returned
with a trolley.
“Now, we
can’t just let you walk around, can we? We will have to make sure
you’re properly secured.” The woman said, smiling evilly. She picked
up an item from the trolley. Bloodrayne saw that it was a muzzle, the sort
that was usually fitted over the snort of dangerous mastiffs. It was made
of steel mesh, formed into a tube for the muzzle. This tube then expanded
in girth so as to be able to fit the rest of the head. Leather straps were
attached to the rim of the tube, to allow the muzzle to be buckled over and
around the head.
There was an addition
to the muzzle though. A long black rubber dildo had been fitted to the tip
of the muzzle, on the inside, by means of a thick screw fitted through the
base of the dildo. The African woman fitted this muzzle over the face of
Bloodrayne. The tip of the dildo came up to her lips, and she had to part
them to allow the tip to enter her mouth, so insistent was the pressure applied
by the African woman. The dhampir found that the dildo was unrealistically
large, probably two inches in girth, which forced her mouth to open wide.
The dildo penetrated just short of her throat, and pressed down on her tongue.
It very effectively acted as a gag. She also found that the dildo must be
pierced in the centre, with holes on both the end of the dildo in her mouth
and on the end at the tip of the muzzle, as she could suck air through it.
The rim of the muzzle
was now fitted around the circumference of Bloodrayne’s face. It fitted
snuggly in place, and prevented her from opening her jaws. She felt the leather
straps of the muzzle being pulled over the top and around the sides of her
head. They were all fitted together and buckled in place, tightly, behind
her neck.
“There, we
wouldn’t want anyone to be bitten by you, would we.” The African
woman said, laughing.
The African woman
now took a broad leather belt from the trolley, and went around to
Bloodrayne’s back. She threaded the belt under the dhampir’s back,
and then pulled the ends together in front of her. She buckled the belt tightly
around Bloodrayne, trapping her upper arms against her torso. The African
woman then took another two broad leather belts, and tied one around each
of her folded legs.
The African woman
walked back to the trolley, and took a set of keys as well as a short chain
about half a foot long. She came back to Bloodrayne, and unlocked the padlock
that had attached the manacle around her left wrist to her left ankle manacle.
With her arms now pinned in place by the belt, Bloodrayne could not resist
as the African woman quickly attached one end of the chain to the padlock,
and lock it back in place again. Pulling the chain over Bloodrayne’s
body, she did the same thing with the right manacle.
Bloodrayne was now
able to lift up her lower arms, but there was little she could do with them.
She saw that the chain linking her wrist manacles together had another chain
attached to its centre, one that was barely a foot long. The purpose of this
chain was soon made clear. The African woman unlocked the padlock at
Bloodrayne’s throat, she released the torso bar that had been holding
the dhampir’s ankles up. As the torso bar swung away, Bloodrayne could
still not unfold her legs, as they were being held in place by the broad
belts encircling them. In its place, the African woman now grasped the end
of the centre chain, and pulled it up to Bloodrayne’s throat, padlocking
it. This forced her to lift her arms up towards her
throat.
The African woman
now removed the bar linking Bloodrayne’s ankle manacles. Then, with
the help of two sailors, she released the dhampir from the trolley by unlocking
the collar from the top. They placed Bloodrayne onto her stomach, with her
folded legs splayed behind her. Then the broad leather belt was removed from
around her arms and torso. Her arms were now bound only by the chains and
manacles.
“Get up!”
The African woman commanded.
Bloodrayne lifted
herself up on her hands. She found that the chains linking her wrist manacles
and her collar were just long enough to allow her to fully extend her arms
when she placed her hands next to one another.
“Get up on
all fours!” the African woman commanded. She took a crop from the trolley
and swung it down onto the rump of the dhampir.
“Get up!”
“MMMMPH!”
Bloodrayne grunted in protest, but moved to obey. She pushed herself back
on her arms, and folded up her legs until she was resting on all fours on
her knees and palms. The soles of her boots were now pointing up at the ceiling.
Her breasts hung freely beneath her chest.
The African woman
now knelt down, and attached the end of a chain to Bloodrayne’s collar.
The chain had a ring attached to the other end. Taking this ring, the African
woman stood up, and pulled on it like a leash. Bloodrayne had to lift her
head to prevent herself from being choked.
“Good.”
The African woman said, “But something seems to be
missing.”
The African woman
stood back and looked down on Bloodrayne in mock
contemplation.
“I know, you
need a tail!” she said melodramatically after a pause. She went over
to the trolley, and picked up a curved black rubber object. Bloodrayne glanced
up to see that it was an anal plug. It had a cone that looked alarmingly
fat, with a flanged shank at its bottom. The shank had a base from which
a rubber tail emerged. It curved up, about half a foot in length, to end
with a tip. She took a tube from the top of the trolley, and squeezed a thick
clear liquid onto the cone, and applied the liquid evenly over its surface.
Then she went around behind Bloodrayne.
Bloodrayne felt
the cool tip of the cone touch her anus. She tried to pull away, but the
African woman took the ring and pulled back on the chain leash. Choking
Bloodrayne for a moment, she relaxed the tension, the warning delivered.
The dhampir made no more move to resist what was inevitable.
The cone parted
Bloodrayne’s puckered asshole with ease. As her sphincter stretched,
the pain shot up her spine, causing her to moan, dipping her head. The African
woman relaxed the pressure for a moment to allow Bloodrayne’s asshole
to adjust to being stretched, then she resumed the inward thrust. Slowly,
slowly, she worked her way in with the anal plug, stretching Bloodrayne’s
hole bigger and bigger as the fat cone intruded into her.
“MMMMMMMMMPH!”
Bloodrayne moaned.
The African woman
ignored the gagged protest and continued pushing on the plug until, suddenly,
the fattest part of the cone passed the sphincter, and the muscle contracted
around the shank, drawing the rubber object deeper into Bloodrayne’s
rectum. This left only the tail portion of the plug visible on the outside.
“It really
does look like a tail.” The African woman said, laughing, “Wag
it!”
When Bloodrayne
hesitated, the African woman took the leash chain again and yanked it. Choking,
Bloodrayne began to shake her rump, wagging the rubber tail now inserted
into her. The African woman relaxed the tension on the leash
again.
“You really
are a disobedient little slave.” The woman said, as she stood up, still
holding on to the leash chain.
“Move!”
Bloodrayne began
to crawl on all fours, following the woman as she walked out of the hold.
As she crawled, her breasts swung wildly beneath her and her buttocks swayed
behind her. The rubber tail waved in the air as she
moved.
Bloodrayne tried
to keep up with the African woman’s wide strides as much as possible,
but it was inevitable, given the way she was chained, that she would fall
behind. Her captor had no mercy, and would tug on the leash chain savagely,
choking her. She then had to quicken her pace of crawling. To add to this,
the tail swung wildly behind her, causing the butt-plug inside of her rectum
to gyrate, causing much discomfort to her as she moved. It was a subtly fiendish
piece of humiliation.
At last, the African
woman came to a door. She pushed it open and led the chained dhampir through
it. The cabin on the other side was very well appointed, with purple colored
wall paper hiding the bulkheads, and plush black carpeting. There was a huge
four-poster bed towards one side, as well as leather padded armchairs and
a vanity top.
Bloodrayne was led
to the side of the bed, where a metal post rose up from the floor. This post
had a flange with a bolt eye drilled through it. The African woman pulled
Bloodrayne’s neck up to the top of the post. She unlocked the padlock
holding the leash chain to the collar, and secured the padlock to the top
of the post, thus holding the dhampir in place. The captive found that the
height of the post was such that she had to keep her arms extended.
The African woman
went over to the vanity top, and took something from a drawer in it. Bloodrayne
could not quite see what it was as the Amazonian woman walked around to her
rear. The PVC fabric of her costume creaked as she knelt down. Then, Bloodrayne
felt something rub against her clitoris hood, and there was a coolness around
the area. This was followed by a sharp click.
The African woman
now walked round to her side, and Bloodrayne could just see what she was
holding in her right hand. It was a piercing gun. She felt her captor hold
her right nipple and rub it. The manipulation caused the dhampir to suck
in her breath as she began to feel her body aroused. She tried to fight down
the feeling, but it was impossible to deny her body.
“Well, are
we becoming horny?” the African woman mocked. Bloodrayne felt the hot
flash of shame on her cheeks just before she felt something dab her right
nipple. There was the same sensation of coolness there, followed by the sharp
click. She knew that her right nipple, like her clitoris hood, had now been
pierced.
The African woman
stood up and walked round to her left side. Squatting down, she repeated
the procedure, before standing up and walking back to the vanity top. She
soon returned, with a small purple velvet covered box. She opened it to show
the captive dhampir what it contained. Three shiny silver rings looked up
at her.
“Some jewelry
for my pet. You like them?” the African woman asked, laughing.
“MMMMMPH!”
was all Bloodrayne could say. The African woman disappeared behind her rump
again. By now, some sensation was returning to her clitoris hood, and Bloodrayne
could feel the dull ache of the freshly pierced flesh. After a moment’s
pause, she felt the tip of a ring being threaded through one hole in her
clitoris hood. There was a pause, and fingers tug the other side of her clitoris
hood, and she felt the ring being threaded through a second time. She realized
that her clitoris hood must have been pierced twice.
The African woman
came up to Bloodrayne’s side again. She took out a ring from the box,
and hinged it open. She grabbed Bloodrayne’s right nipple, and fed one
end of the opened ring through the hole pierced there. She snapped the ring
closed, and went around to Bloodrayne’s left, and soon had the last
ring placed through her pierced left nipple.
“There much
better.” The African woman said, smiling.
“Now for the
next stage of your training.”
The African woman
walked away again, but soon returned. She had in her hands a thin chain,
with a small snap hook attached to each end. She went round to behind
Bloodrayne’s rump, and knelt down. The dhampir could hear the snaphook
being attached to the clitoris hood ring. Then she felt the drag of the weight
of the chain on the ring. The African woman pulled back the other end of
the chain, and Bloodrayne heard a second click behind her. Went the African
woman let go of the chain and stood up, the tension in the chain remained,
pulling at the clitoris hood ring.
Bloodrayne guessed
that the other end of the chain must have been secured to something on the
bulkhead behind her. The chain was almost parallel to the floor. She was
still standing on her hands and knees, and she understood that she would
not be able to shift this position, or rest on her lower legs as she could
not lower her rump – not without tearing her clitoris hood, anyway.
“There,
comfortable?” the African woman asked.
Bloodrayne tried
to fix her captor with a defiant stare, but she had again moved away. Soon
she returned. There was a dull pop, like the snap cap of a tube being opened,
followed by the sound of such a tube being squeezed. Before the dhampir slave
could wonder what her evil captor had install, she felt the blunt tip of
a rubbery object touch the mouth of her vagina. Then, without much ceremony,
it was rammed into her.
Although the object
– obviously a dildo – was adequately lubricated, and Bloodrayne
was already more than a little horny from the African woman’s manipulation
of her nipples, the girth of the object was formidable, and she felt pain
mixed with pleasure as her internal wall was stretched to the limit.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”
Bloodrayne screamed into her gag. There was a dull snap coming from behind
her. At the same time, there was an added pressure to the ring on her clitoris
hood. She guessed that there was a snap-hook on the end of the dildo, and
this hook has now been applied to the ring to keep the dildo in place. Indeed,
as the dildo slid out slightly, she could feel the added pull on the clitoris
hood ring.
“Now for the
second part.” The African woman said. Bloodrayne could almost weep in
despair. She could not imagine how the woman could make her captivity any
less comfortable for her.
The African woman
disappeared from view again, but returned quickly with an ice-box. She placed
it on the bed, which was about a foot away from the face of Bloodrayne. Opening
it, she took a flat package out from within.
Bloodrayne’s
eyes opened wide.
Blood!
The African woman
proffered the transparent package with its crimson inches away from the
dhampir’s face.
“So, does my
little pet want to feed?” the African woman asked,
laughing.
All thoughts of
defiance left Bloodrayne’s mind as she stared at the package. She nodded
rather enthusiastically given the way her neck was trapped on top of the
post.
The African woman
laughed. She stood up, and hooked a loop at the top of the package onto a
hook on a poster of the bed. A feed tube had already been fitted to the bottom
of the package. Taking the end of the tube, she fitted it to the tip of the
muzzle on Bloodrayne’s face.
“Suck on the
cock, slave!” the African woman commanded haughtily. Bloodrayne was
confused for a moment, before connecting the dots. She began sucking on the
tip of the dildo in her mouth.
“Work your
tongue!” the African woman shouted.
Bloodrayne began
to go to work with her tongue, pressing it against the tip of the dildo.
As she worked, blood began to flow down the feed tube towards the muzzle.
The harder she sucked on the cock, working her tongue, the quicker it
flowed.
Just before the
blood reached the muzzle, the African woman took out a small plastic box
from her costume. She pressed a button. Instantly, the butt-plug and dildo
inserted into Bloodrayne began to vibrate vigorously. Caught off guard, the
dhampir stopped sucking for a moment as she felt herself being powerfully
aroused.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”
Bloodrayne grunted.
“Suck!”
the African woman commanded.
Bloodrayne’s
mind returned to the blood that she needed so desperately, and returned to
sucking on the cock. She almost cried with joy when the first drops of blood
burst into mouth. It was at this moment that the first wave of orgasm hit
her. She moaned at the twin pleasure.
As Bloodrayne continued
to feed, and the butt-plug and dildo inserted into her continued to do their
work, she reached orgasm again and again. Finally, as the last drops of blood
entered her mouth, the vibrations in her insides came to a stop, leaving
her both satiated and exhausted.
“Good.”
The African woman said, obviously satisfied as she looked back at
Bloodrayne’s wet crotch. She unplugged the feeding tube from the muzzle
of Bloodrayne’s muzzle, before leaving the room, leaving the dhampir
kneeling on the floor.
Chapter
5
Bloodrayne spent
an uncomfortable night in her position. She could not get any rest as she
could not lower her rump an inch. Any movement on her part would cause her
pain as the thin chain tugged at the ring on her clitoris hood. Several times,
she fell asleep, only to suffer the consequences when her rump lowered –
the pain instantly woke her up. It was a fiendish arrangement to say the
least. To add to her troubles, the vibrators in the dildo and butt-plug nestled
in her nether regions would spring to life at unpredictable intervals, driving
her crazy by making her horny, then quitting before she could ever achieve
sexual release.
The African woman
finally returned. She was now dressed in a black PVC corset dress, with a
very short skirt that barely covered her crotch. She was wearing the same
thigh-high PVC boots that she wore the day before, the stretchy material
of the back of the boots clinging tightly to her thighs, showing off their
slenderness. In place of her usual hood, she was wearing a raven black wig
with short hair that came down to her shoulders.
“Did you rest
well my little pet?” the woman asked sarcastically as she looked down
at the tired visage of the dhampir, “Do you want me to release you from
that little chain?”
Bloodrayne could
only look up and nod. There was no defiance in her eyes at all, only
pleading.
“Well, you
would have to earn it, slave.” The African woman said. She went up to
Bloodrayne’s head, and unbuckled the muzzle. She removed the muzzle
from the dhampir’s face. There was no danger at all of Bloodrayne trying
to bite her. She could hardly stretch her head forward in her position.
“Wha …”
Bloodrayne began. In a flash, the African woman slapped the dhampir across
her right cheek with the back of her hand.
“SILENCE!”
the African woman roared, “A slave shall speak only when spoken
to.”
Bloodrayne could
only bite her tongue as her captor went around behind her. She took something
from the vanity top and returned to the dhampir. She pulled back on
Bloodrayne’s red hair, forcing her to part her jaws. Then, she slipped
something between Bloodrayne’s teeth, just behind her canine. It felt
like a rubber coated steel ring, which was what it was. Then, the dominatrix
pulled back on the leather straps attached to either side of the ring, and
buckled them tightly behind the dhampir’s head.
The African woman
now came around to the front of Bloodrayne. She took the chair from the other
side of the bed and came around, setting it just in front of her face. Bloodrayne
found that her face was just above the level of the seat. The African woman
then sat herself down on the seat.
Next, the woman
spread her legs, with Bloodrayne’s head in between them. She parted
her long legs and lifted them over the arms of the chair, resting the crooks
of her knees on their padded top. Then she lifted the front of her skirt.
Bloodrayne saw that
she was not wearing any panties underneath the skirt. Her shaven vulva was
in front of Bloodrayne’s face. The African woman slid her buttocks forward
on the seat until the mound was almost touching Bloodrayne’s
face.
“Have you ever
eaten a pussy?” the African woman asked.
Bloodrayne shook
her head as much as she could.
“Well you better
learn. Unless you do it properly, you will remain in this position.
Understand?”
Bloodrayne could
only nod.
“Start licking
slave!” the woman commanded.
Bloodrayne had to
reach forward as much as possible with her head, almost impossible with her
neck imprisoned on top of the post. She thrust her tongue out through the
ring in her mouth. It managed to touch the African woman’s clitoris.
Then, she began to tongue the clitoris.
“Ohhh…”
the statuesque sadist moaned as Bloodrayne began to move her tongue over
the knob that was engorging, “Ohhh…”
Bloodrayne worked
faster and faster with her tongue. As she continued with her manipulations,
she saw that the woman’s slit was becoming wet. Slowly, a white wetness
appeared through the mouth of the vagina, as her breath became more shallow,
and her body began to convulse.
“Thrust your
tongue inside me!” the woman commanded.
Bloodrayne moved
to obey. Shifting her tongue, she experimented by probing it through the
lips of the vagina. It tasted something funny to Bloodrayne, but she ignored
it, and thrust her tongue deeper. The wall of the vagina seemed to close
in on her tongue as she pushed it in. She pushed it in as far as it would
go, and then began to rotate it around.
“OOOOOOOHHHHH!”
the African woman breathed as she grabbed Bloodrayne’s hair, and tried
to shove her face deeply into her crotch. She slid down further on the chair
to allow Bloodrayne to probe her tongue further.
The dhampir worked
her tongue furiously now, rotating it this way, and then sliding it in and
out of the African woman’s cavity. The more she did it, the more skilled
she became. She would even withdraw the tongue completely to lick the clitoris,
before thrusting it in fully into the vagina again.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
her captor exclaimed. Then, suddenly, she reached orgasm, and she squirmed.
A burst of viscous liquid flood Bloodrayne’s tongue and entered her
mouth, but she kept working with her tongue.
“YESSSSSSSSSS!”
the woman screamed. Then, panting, she pushed Bloodrayne’s face away,
and she pushed herself upright on the chair. Then she got onto her feet
unsteadily.
“For someone
who has never done it before, you sure are good.” The African woman
panted as she steadied herself on the back of the chair. Bloodrayne looked
up at her plaintively. Was she going to keep her word and release the chain?
For a moment, she feared that the African woman had forgotten.
But she did not.
She walked unsteadily round behind the dhampir, and released the snap-hook
from the clitoris ring. Gratefully, Bloodrayne shifted her sore legs forward
into a kneeling position along her lower legs. As she did so, she could feel
the heavy dildo inside her sliding out, only to be arrested by the clitoris
hood ring via the snap-hook. She grunted softly as the weight of the dildo
pulled down on the clitoris hood ring.
Then the African
woman turned, and walked unsteadily out of the cabin, leaving Bloodrayne
alone once again.
Chapter 6
Over the next few
days, her enslaver would return again and again. Each time, Bloodrayne would
have to serve her. It was a degrading task that she had to perform, but she
really at least she was not returned to her position of standing on her knees
and hands. The way her collar was linked to the post allowed her to at least
changed the angle of her neck, allowing her to be at least a bit more
comfortable, although never sufficiently so to give her more than a few moments
of fitful sleep. For one thing, the butt-plug and dildo were still inserted
in her, and they continued with their tasks of making her horny at the most
inconvenient times, interrupting her rest. When the African woman was satisfied
that Bloodrayne had learnt to behave properly, she decided to remove her
from the bondage post.
While Bloodrayne
had been freed from the bondage post, the rest of her bondage remained unchanged.
This forced her to move around all fours if she wished to get anywhere. Not
that this made a difference. She was never allowed out of the room by the
African woman. Every precaution was also made to keep her weak and helpless.
She was never fed sufficiently to recover her full strength. She was usually
kept muzzled – with the dildo filling her mouth and the steel mesh covering
her face, she was unable to use her mouth to bite anyone. With her legs folded,
she could not kick, nor stand-up, much less run away or fight.
To eliminate the
last dangers that she might strike out with her hands, use it to strangle
anyone, the African woman had fitted bondage mittens, made out of heavy
industrial rubber, to her clenched fists. These mittens resembled the paws
of a dog, complete with molded pads on the bottoms. The mittens were held
in place on her wrists by means of a steel ring threaded through the top
of each of the mitten. These rings encircled the wrists, were hinged in half,
and held in place by small padlocks placed through holes in the flanges at
their tips.
Bloodrayne would
be allowed to wander around the small cabin while the African woman was absent.
When she returned, the dhampir was expected to service her. Usually, this
would involve the replacement of the muzzle by the ring gag, followed by
a long session of tonguing her. If she performed well, the Mistress would
allow her to feed. While initially, she fed by means of the blood packet
through a feed tube while she was still attached to the bondage post, the
Mistress changed this after she was released. Now, she would cut the packet
directly open and empty it into a large steel pet feeding bowl. Bloodrayne
would then have to dip the tip of her muzzle into the liquid, and suck on
the tip of the dildo to draw the crimson liquid up into her mouth, almost
like sucking a straw.
If she did not do
well, she might be punished. The Mistress seemed to take particular delight
in finding ways to punish the dhampir. Once, when she accidentally dripped
blood from her muzzle – almost inevitable – onto the carpet, the
Mistress had had her mounted on the bondage post again. Instead of having
her neck attached to it, the Mistress removed the flange from the top of
the post, and replaced it with a bar on top that formed a ‘T’ with
the post. The middle of this bar was then fitted with a large rubber dildo,
pointing straight up in all its glossy black glory. The existing dildo in
Bloodrayne’s vagina tract was then removed, and she was lifted up by
two sailors and unceremoniously impaled on the monster. Her clitoris hood
ring was then secured to the top of the bar by means of a plastic-tie. Her
legs were then placed against the bondage post, and a heavy leather belt
used to secure them to it.
To prevent her the
use of her arms, her elbows were then pulled back until her body was arching
forward. A steel bar was inserted into the crooks of her arms, against her
arched back to keep her in this posture.
As if this was not
enough, the butt-plug in her ass was then removed. It was soon replaced by
a large steel hook, the tip of which was shoved into her asshole. The other
end of the hook had a steel chain, with a large snap hook attached to the
other end. Bloodrayne’s head was then pulled back until she was looking
up at the ceiling, and the snaphook fitted to the web of leather straps keeping
the muzzle tightly over her face.
Bloodrayne was kept
in that cruel position the whole night, staring up at the ceiling of the
cabin. If she tried to lower her head, she would pull up on the hook in her
anus, thrusting it further into her rectum. If she wanted to relieve the
tension there, she could only do so by looking further up, straining her
neck further.
As for the impalement
of the monster within her vagina, there was no relief. She could try to clench
her thighs in to gain more support, and relieve some of the pressure, but
the very act of pressing her thighs closer together make her even more aware
of the monster within her. There was also simply not enough purchase for
her to lift herself up off the top of the bar. In any case, with her clitoris
hood ring tied to the top of the bar, she could not lift herself up beyond
an inch before she would feel the pull of the ring on her hood. Any more
would bring pain.
Of course, her Mistress
did not neglect to ensure that the dildo had an active vibrator within it
that would be turned on at irregular intervals, shaking her to the core,
causing her to thrash and moan all night while mounted on the post. She cummed
and cummed until she thought she was completely dry, and then she cummed
some more. By the time she was released from the post the next day, she was
completely exhausted and unable to move.
At other times,
Bloodrayne’s torments would take the form of a whipping. The position
she was constantly forced to assume, standing on her hands and knees, also
presented her buttocks readily to be whipped. This her Mistress did liberally.
She would vary the instrument, sometimes a cat-o-nine-tails with a short
handle, sometimes with a bullwhip, but most often with a riding crop. She
would often keep her favorite riding crop handy, hanging from her right wrist
by means of the loop at the end of the handle. The criss-cross webs of welts
on Bloodrayne’s buttocks were constantly renewed by fresh marks from
the Mistress’s merciless treatment.
Eventually, her
Mistress started to sleep in the cabin. When she did so, Bloodrayne’s
wrists would be padlocked to her collar, trapping them there, and making
any movements slow and awkward on her part. Her leash chain would then be
attached to a ring on one of the posters of the bed. She would then have
to sleep on her side on the carpet.
It was in this position
that, one night, she was awakened. Bloodrayne was then led out of the cabin
behind the Mistress, crawling on all fours, her breasts swinging beneath
her, and her rubber tail wagging in the air behind her rump. She was brought
out of a hatch, and found herself breathing fresh air for the first time
in a long while. She found herself on the open deck of the ship she had been
traveling in, an old freighter with rusting hulk. On an open part of the
deck, she could see a helicopter. The Mistress sauntered towards this helicopter,
wearing a full-length catsuit that covered her from neck to ankles in blue
PVC. This was complemented by a thigh-high black PVC boots with five-inch
heels that clicked noisily on the metal deck. She wore a blue PVC cowl over
her head that left her face uncovered, with a fake plume of dark black hair
that emerged out of a tube over the top of the back of her
head.
Bloodrayne was led
up a few steps – which she negotiated with some difficulty given her
bonds – into the small helicopter. The passenger compartment in the
rear had just enough room for the Mistress and herself. She was made to squat
down on the floor of the helicopter while the Mistress sat on a seat next
to her. The helicopter then took off.
Out of the window
panes on the door, Bloodrayne could see the helicopter soar over the dark
sea. Then, pinpricks of light could be seen ahead. Very quickly, these pinpricks
resolved into lights mounted on the masts of yachts within a small cove of
a dark island. The island was dominated by the cone of a volcano. The helicopter
banked and swooped down towards the largest yacht in the cove, and came to
land on the pad on its rear deck.
The Mistress got
out of the helicopter, leading Bloodrayne by her leash. She followed the
African woman onto the pad, and then down the few steps – which she
had to go down sideways – onto the deck. The yacht was immaculately
kept, and brightly lit. She could see a small swimming pool, surrounded by
a wooden deck.
There were quite
a few people on the deck. Some of the men were wearing white tuxedos. The
women were more colorful, with most dressed in PVC like her Mistress. Even
then, her Mistress was easily the most striking of the women present, easily
towering over them, with the most curvaceous figure.
Bloodrayne also
saw that she was not the only captive present. There were others like her,
in bondage. Most were forced to stand and walk on their knees and hands,
like her, bound in gear that made them look like cats or dogs with elaborate
headgears bound to their heads by leather straps, usually of glossy PVC or
rubber. They would wear tails like her, either a rubbery one like hers, or
one that was made of realistic looking fur. All would be held in place by
means of a butt-plug. Unlike her, they were mostly completely stark naked,
with the exception of a leather harness on some of the slaves, that crisscrossed
their bodies. Like her, they all had been pierced in their nipples and clitoris
hood, and had dildos inserted into their vaginas.
Bloodrayne was led
along the deck by the Mistress towards the group. As she passed the pool,
she was startled to see that there were a few slaves in the pool as well.
In the pool, as in, underwater. They were completely immersed. Their legs
had been forced tightly together such their knees and ankles met. Then, their
legs were trapped in a black latex garment that covered their ankles up to
their buttocks. This garment hugged the legs tightly, trapping them together.
It had a single large flipper fitted to its end, at the toes of the slaves.
The slaves’
arms were encased in latex as well, from their shoulders down to their finger
tips. These sleeves were attached to a collar around their necks, made of
stiff black rubber. Their arms were then folded up behind their backs, with
their palms facing one another between their shoulder blades, kept in place
by rubber straps that bound them around their arms, round their torsos, and
crisscrossed above and below their breasts.
The slaves’
head were entirely encased in a rubber helmet that had no apparent opening,
except for a point over the eyes, where a pair of silver lenses blocked any
view of the eyes, and a hose that ran out from where the mouth should be,
up over a shoulder of the slave to the back. Looking closer, Bloodrayne could
just see the small oxygen bottle under the bound hands of the
slaves.
“Merslaves.”
Her mistress said, noticing Bloodrayne staring down at the
slaves.
The slaves all had
heavy slaves, which floated free from the pull of gravity in the water on
their chests. As they flipped over and turned in the water, Bloodrayne could
see their crotch, shaven clean, and the black ends of the butt-plugs and
the dildos in their lower tracts. For a moment, she wondered what it would
be like to be like them.
A tug on her lease
brought Bloodrayne’s attention back to her own predicament. Crawling
faster to relieve some of the pressure on her chin, she followed behind her
Mistress’s twisting buttocks as she approached a group of men.
“Well, I was
wondering when you were getting here.” Said one of the men, “We
were hoping that you would be able to make it.”
“How can I
miss the gathering?” the Mistress said.
“Well, I see
you finally got your own pet.” The man said, kneeling down to take a
closer look at Bloodrayne, “My, my she’s a good looking
specimen.”
“Yes, but she
can’t fly like yours.” The Mistress laughed.
“Yes, she’s
a dhampir only, after all.” The man said, smiling, “Speaking of
which, the match is about to begin.”
Almost as soon as
the man stopped speaking, a gong was sounded. The attention of the party
was now turned towards a set of double doors that were opening. From within,
two sailors were each pushing a handcart onto the deck.
Their smell hit
Bloodrayne’s nose before she could take a good look at them. Vampires.
Not dhampirs. Full-blooded vampires. But unlike the powerful evil creatures
of the night she had hunted, these were helpless. They were in exactly the
same bondage. Both of the vampires were kept secured against the handcarts
by leather straps crisscrossing their bodies. Their arms were pulled behind
them. From the arc of their back, Bloodrayne guessed that their arms were
twisted up behind their backs, with their wrists crossed between their shoulder
blades. She could see the black leather bindings used to secure their arms
behind them that stretched round to the front of their chests, above and
below their ample breasts. Their heads were pulled fully back such that
Bloodrayne could only see their chins, across which a leather strap stretched.
Again, from the way their bodies were arched, Bloodrayne guessed that they
must have been secured with a butt-hook up their ass, chained to the leather
harness around their heads.
Unlike Bloodrayne,
both of them had their legs fully extended. But their knees were bound together
with leather straps, as were their ankles. Their feet were shod in knee-high
laced-up boots of black PVC. However, on closer inspection, Bloodrayne saw
that they were not ordinary boots. They were boots that forced the feet of
the vampires to arch downwards to the rest on the tip of their toes, like
ballet dancers.
One of the vampires
resembled a human, with normal looking skin, although the body was curvaceous
with good heavy breasts and long limbs. The other, however, was an orange
red from head to toe, unusual even for a vampire. She must be one of the
old ones. Bloodrayne could certainly sense the power in her body, even bound
as she was.
Both the vampires
had wings on their backs, big leathery affairs, with long fingers extending
down from two stumps that rose up high over their faces, with membranes between
the fingers. The orange vampire’s wing was orange in color, like her
skin, but the other’s was dark brown, quite unlike the pale color of
her skin.
Underneath all the
straps binding her, the pale vampire was wearing a leather harness of glossy
red PVC. It consisted of a white PVC collar around her throat from which
two straps started at her throat, extending down her body diagonally to her
hips, where they join a belt that slopped down her groin to join another
strap that went down over her crotch.
The orange
vampire’s costume was similarly briefed, but slightly more elaborate.
From a black collar around her throat, two leather straps sprung to a point
just above each of her breasts. These straps held up a silver ring each,
from which two straps spread to either side of her breasts. The two straps
coming down on the inner sides of her breasts join together over her cleavage
with yet another ring. This ring, in turn, held two straps that ran horizontally
under her orange breasts to join with the two straps that ran on the outer
side of her breasts. These were then joined to the belt running over her
curvaceous hips, at the point of her hips. Then this belt, like the other
vampire’s, ran down to meet a leather strap running over her
crotch.
The two vampires
were brought onto the deck, to the centre of a spot where the party guests
had cleared. Bloodrayne could now see behind the handcarts to confirm what
she had guessed. The two vampire’s heads were indeed held back by means
of a chain linking the harness around their heads to a butt-hook riding high
between the cracks of their buttocks. When they came to a crest, the sailors
pushing them unhooked the chain, and removed the butt-hooks from below. The
sailors then undid the straps binding the vampires to the handcarts. They
were then lifted off the handcarts and placed on their feet – or rather,
more accurately, on the tips of their toes in their ballet boots. Finally,
the straps binding their ankles and knees were undone. They were then turned
around to face the party.
Bloodrayne now saw
their faces for the first time. Both were extraordinary beautiful. The pale
vampire’s beauty was more human, with her big green eyes, raven black
hair cut in a
Both of the vampires
were elaborately gagged. A leather harness crisscrossed their heads and faces,
holding a large red ball gag in their mouths, which were forced wide open
by the sheer size of the rubber balls. Now that their faces were vertical
again, they began to drool out of the corners of their mouths.
“Two of our
organisation’s proudest acquisition.” The man said with some pride
in his voice, “Tonight, we shall see them fight for the first
time.”
As the man said
this, the sailors removed the final bindings on the vampires. Their wings
thus far had been held folded by means of a leather belt that encircled them
over and above where the stumps emerged from their backs. These were now
removed. They were clearly dangerous creatures, but bound as they were, they
were not in a position to attack the guests.
“Ladies and
gentlemen, you have all placed your bets earlier. So, let’s see who
will win this contest!”
“In the air,
slaves!” the man commanded.
The two vampires
spread their wings and launched themselves into the air, flapping their wings
to push themselves higher and higher into the air.
“How are you
going to keep them from just flying away?” asked an obviously inexperienced
guest.
“Both of them
wore a dildo inserted into their pussy. If they go beyond a certain range
from the ship, it would trigger, tasering them.” The man said, “They
have been well trained in the effect of the dildo. Believe me, they won’t
try to escape. Even if they do, they would drop into the water to be
retrieved.”
Bloodrayne felt
a brief shudder. Apparently the organization that her Mistress belonged to
had thought of everything. The shudder was followed by despair. How could
she escape from her captors when even such powerful vampires that she saw
before her had been reduced to nothing but playthings for these
people.
The two vampires
were now above the ship, but not too high that the party could not see them.
They circled one another for a moment, then the orange one launched herself
at the pale one. For a moment, they tangled with one another. With their
arms bound behind them, they could not use them to grapple. They could only
use their long legs to try to wrap around one another, to try to kick one
another.
When opportunity
presents itself, the vampires would also use their wings to strike at the
other, although this would lead to a brief moment where they would loose
control of their flight. If the other vampire still had control of its wings,
it could then make a deliberate attack.
The two vampires
grappled and separated, then tried to kick one another. Neither landed a
decisive blow. Both flapped around, somersaulting in the air, trying to gain
an advantageous position. Then one would attack the other again, sometimes
using her ballet boots like talons.
All the while the
party cheered, encouraging one or the other vampire like punters cheering
the horses they had betted on. Some would groan while other cheered when
one vampire landed a particularly good blow on the other.
Suddenly one of
the vampires, the pale one, landed a blow with her knee on the chin of the
orange vampire. The latter’s neck snapped back, and she was clearly
stunned. The pale vampire then encircled her legs tightly around the orange
vampire’s waist, squeezing her. The orange vampire wriggled and fought,
flapping her wings, which spent the two of them spiraling, but the pale vampire
would not let go. She squeezed tighter and tighter with her long thighs until,
finally, the orange vampire passed out. Then, still holding the orange vampire
in the coils of her long legs, she lowered herself and her defeated opponent
onto the deck.
The pale vampire
opened her legs to drop the unconscious orange vampire onto the deck. Two
sailors came forward and seized the orange vampire. They dragged her over
to a corner of the deck. Here, a bench had been set up on top of a low stage.
The orange vampire was placed onto the bench and strapped into place with
leather straps. Then, her legs were pulled out on each side of her, spreading
them wide open. The sailors used chains attached to rings on the stage to
wrap around her ankles, using snap-hooks at the ends of the chain to hold
them in place. Then, one of the sailors unbuckled the crotch strap of the
vampire’s costume, and let it dropped from the belt. He took hold of
the dildo and pulled it out. Next, kneeling down, he turned a wheel at the
bottom of the bench. As he did so, the end of the bench on which the vampire
was strapped to begin to rise, tilting the bench, until her legs were wide
open, stretched taut. The sailor turned to her mouth, and unbuckled the ball
gag from the leather harness around her head and removed the ball from her
mouth. In its place, he placed a rubber coated ring between her jaws, and
buckled it in place to the head harness.
The man that had
greeted Bloodrayne’s Mistress, smiling broadly, took a leather leash
and attached its snap-hook onto the pale vampire’s collar. He then led
the pale vampire by the leash up the stage, to where the orange vampire’s
head was, just as the orange vampire was recovering her
consciousness.
“For your reward
tonight, my darling, I’ll allow you to be tongue fucked.” The man
said. The pale vampire knelt down and spread her legs open over the face
of the orange vampire.
“As for you,
your punishment will be to service every man and woman here at this party.”
The man said. The orange vampire did not seem too upset at this, and almost
immediately began to extend her tongue beyond her gag into the cunt of the
pale vampire. The other party goers began to queue up eagerly to make use
of the orange vampire’s other holes.
Bloodrayne was stunned.
What could have been done to these powerful creatures to make them so compliant
to the whims of their captors? To be so submissive to such humiliating treatment?
And, the dhampir feared, what were they going to do to
her?
Bloodrayne felt
a tug on her collar, and she looked up to see her Mistress sauntering away
from the orgy that was developing on the deck. She walked past the open double
doors into the interior of the yacht. They entered a richly decorated salon
with thick plush carpeting, expensive leather furniture and wooden paneling.
There were fish tanks on three of the walls.
Bloodrayne was stunned
to see that all the tanks, save one, was occupied, with a merslave, like
the ones that were swimming in the pool outside. But these were much more
stringently bound. Their entire bodies were covered with latex, from the
helmets encasing their heads, down their bodies, all the way to the tail.
Their arms had been forced back behind their backs, and encased together
within the latex skin, forming a ‘spine’ along the back, upon which
a large rubber fin emerged. The merslaves were twisting and turning within
the confines of the tanks. They turned and looked out of the glass of their
tanks as Bloodrayne was being led through the salon.
The Mistress came
to a spiral staircase, and began to climb, pulling Bloodrayne along behind
her. She struggled with the narrow twisting steps as it led upwards, carefully
balancing on her hands and knees. When she got to the top of the staircase,
she saw that they were in a low room. On either side, she could see the tops
of the tanks, closed by transparent Perspex covers. She also saw a neat pile
of black latex garments folded in the middle of the deck, next to an empty
tank.
The Mistress led
her to the spot where the latex garments were. She picked up a chrome steel
dowel from next to the garments. Pulling on the leash chain, she forced
Bloodrayne to lift her body up, then fall back to sit on her lower legs.
She then pulled back on the dhampir’s arms until the chain linking the
manacles on the latter’s wrists were hard against her stomach, then
inserted the dowel into the crook of her wrists, behind her back, trapping
her wrists on either side of her.
Letting go of the
leash chain, the Mistress reached up and pulled down a chain attached to
a winch mounted to the ceiling of the room. This chain was attached to another
at the latter’s centre, and this chain had a snap-hook at each end.
She attached each of the snap-hook to one of Bloodrayne’s manacles.
She then took a key and unlocked the chain linking her wrist manacles in
front. Stepping back around Bloodrayne, she removed the dowel, before pressing
a switch on the winch. A motor began to whirl, pulling up the chain. As the
chain retracted into the winch, the dhampir’s arms were lifted up behind
her back, high up into the air, forcing her to lean her body forward. As
the chain continued to shorten, she had had to get up again, until she was
standing only on her knees.
The Mistress stopped
the winch when Bloodrayne’s arms were almost vertical to the ground.
She walked over to the garments on the floor, and took a silver object that
had lie on top of them. The dhampir saw that it was a scalpel. The Mistress
came back to her slave, and leaned over her back. With practiced ease, she
sliced through the shoulder straps of the dhampir’s bustier, before
cutting through the fabric along her spine. The sliced up bustier now fell
away from Bloodrayne’s body onto the floor.
Next the Mistress
took the scalpel and sliced through the back of Bloodrayne’s skin-tight
pants. The PVC fabric parted readily before the sharp blade. The Mistress
cut until she reached the previous cut that she had made over Bloodrayne’s
crotch. The front of the pants now fell away and forward onto the dhampir’s
lap.
The Mistress walked
around Bloodrayne to her rear. She now squatted between her folded legs,
and cut through the fabric of the pant legs, over and under the broad leather
belts still binding her folded legs. The trouser legs were soon cut away
from her legs, and the Mistress threw the remnants of the pants to one side.
The dhampir was now clad only in her boots and bonds. The former did not
stay long as the Mistress unlocked the ankle manacles and removed them. She
then unzipped the boots, and pulled them off the dhampir’s upturned
feet, leaving her completely naked.
The Mistress now
pushed Bloodrayne’s legs together. When she resisted, the Mistress simply
stood up, and activated the winch again. The dhampir felt as if her arms
were being pulled out of their sockets, and pushed her knees together in
order to boost her height and relieve the strain.
The Mistress walked
round to the latex garment, and picked up the top piece. She unfolded, and
Bloodrayne saw that it was like that she had seen on the merslave in the
tanks. It was a long garment of slender cut with a large tail at its end.
The Mistress then stoop to pick up two leather belts.
The Mistress went
around Bloodrayne to her back with the costume and the belts. First, she
used one of the leather belts to bind Bloodrayne’s ankles together,
coiling them several times, before buckling it tightly inplace. Then, taking
the other belt, she threaded it through the dhampir’s folded legs, below
the belts binding them, and above her knees. She coiled it twice around the
long thighs of Bloodrayne, before buckling it tightly. It was only when the
captive’s ankles and thighs were bound tightly together that the Mistress
released the leather belts that had kept the dhampir’s legs folded.
Bloodrayne uncoiled
her legs gratefully. It also allowed her to shift her posture and raise her
body to take some strain off her shoulder joints. The Mistress took the garment,
and peeled open the opening down its back until she reached the tail. She
fed Bloodrayne’s feet into the opening in the tail of the garment. The
dhampir could feel the slipperiness of the lubricant on the inside of the
tail. As her feet slid into place, she could feel the rubber of the garment
encase them in a tight embrace.
The Mistress pulled
the rest of the garment forwarded, and tucked it under Bloodrayne’s
lower legs, before pulling it forward in front of the captive. She turned
back to the lower leg, and began to pull up on a large plastic zip that began
just after the heels of the dhampir. As she pulled the zip up, Bloodrayne
felt the rubber garment began to close around her lower legs, imprisoning
them and gripping them tightly.
When the Mistress
reached Bloodrayne’s knees, she stood up, and pressed a button on the
winch. The chain now extended instead of lengthening, allowing Bloodrayne’s
body to lower down until she was laying flat on her stomach on the spread-out
latex garment. This allowed the Mistress now to continue zipping up the garment
behind the dhampir’s legs. As the zip rode up towards her buttocks,
the garment began to squeeze her long thighs now. Bound as her legs were
by the leather straps, she could not resist as her legs were completely swallowed
up by the black folds of the garment. Neither could she do much with her
arms, now that they were pulled high up into the air by the
chain.
The Mistress stood
up and walked over to the pile of garments. She took a leather belt, and
returned to the prone prisoner again. She took the belt, and encircled it
around the dhampir’s upper arms, just under her elbows. She pulled the
ends of the belt, tightening the coils around her upper arms, forcing her
elbows together until they touch. Then she buckled the belt in place.
The Mistress got
up again and went back to the pile of garments to retrieve another belt.
She also picked up a large silver hook. She went back to Bloodrayne and released
the snap-hooks holding her arms up, dropping them onto the dhampir’s
back. Before she could move them though, the Mistress took a tight hold of
her lower arms. She unlocked the manacles that had encircled her wrists,
before using the belt to bind her wrists tightly together. As she did so,
she threaded the belt through the large loop at the end of the hook. This
left the book bound to the wrists of the dhampir. Then, pulling back on the
hook, she forced Bloodrayne to arch her body up, until her ample breasts
were dangling free of the floor. She pulled the hook back until it was hovering
above the dhampir’s ass. With unceremonious abruptness, she yanked the
tail out of her ass.
“MMMMPH!”
Bloodrayne grunted at the pain. In the next instant, she felt the cold metal
of the tip of the hook touch her anus. It slid into her without any resistance
with her asshole still lubricated from the butt-plug. When the Mistress released
her hold on the hook, and Bloodrayne’s chest fell back onto the deck,
the hook rode hard up into her rectum, eliciting another grunt from the dhampir.
The Mistress now
pulled on the zip of the zip again. The dhampir’s fingers were now just
above her ass-hole, and the garment soon swallowed them as the zip rode up.
The garment closed along the top of Bloodrayne’s bound arms. The rubber
of the latex garment squashed in on the dhampir’s waist, and then chest,
until the zip reached her neck.
The Mistress took
a key and now unlocked the steel collar from the dhampir’s neck. She
pulled up the zip until it reached the very top of the garment, closing the
neck around Bloodrayne’s throat. The top of the garment reached up to
her chin.
The Mistress went
back to the garments and took a helmet from it. The helmet was made of heavy
rubber and buffed to a shiny black. It had an opening on its back from the
top down to the neck. The neck of the helmet was stiff and thick, like a
posture collar. The opening, in turn, was closed by a heavy zip, like that
on the garment now completely covering Bloodrayne’s body.
The Mistress came
back to Bloodrayne and sat down on her back. She quickly unbuckled the leather
straps still holding the muzzle over the dhampir’s face, and pulled
it from her face. Bloodrayne’s mouth closed as the dildo slid from her
drooling mouth.
Then, the Mistress
took the helmet and reversed it. She then grabbed Bloodrayne’s flame
red hair. Pulling her head back, she placed the inside of the helmet against
the dhampir’s face. Bloodrayne could see the enormous dildo tip molded
into the face of the garment as it came up, and in a moment, it had been
fed into her mouth, filling her tongue with the foul taste of vulcanized
rubber. Then the rest of the helmet was pulled back over her head, covering
it completely. She felt the opening behind the back of her head being pulled
together, and the zip being pulled. As the zip came down, the rubber of the
helmet hugged her face tightly, squeezing them in.
Bloodrayne’s
face was now completely covered with rubber, with the exception of a small
spot over her eyes. She could no longer breathe through her nose, as there
were no holes in front of her nostrils. Instead, there was a hole through
the dildo now in her mouth, and she had to breathe by sucking air through
her mouth. Her neck was now gripped by the thickness of the neck of the helmet,
which forced her head to tilt at a certain angle only, just like a posture
collar.
The Mistress now
stood up to inspect her handiwork. Using her foot, she flipped Bloodrayne
over onto her side. Looking down, she was satisfied at the sight of the dhampir
completely encased in shiny black latex from head to toe. The heavy breasts
of the dhampir pressed against the front of the costume, with the nipples
leaving an impression on the material.
“How do you
like your new outfit?” the Mistress asked.
Bloodrayne could
hardly hear her captor’s voice through the tick rubber of the helmet.
And even if she could, Bloodrayne could not reply as any barely any sound
escaped her mouth or nose, with the design of the helmet effectively silencing
her.
The Mistress went
over to the open tank next to the prone and helpless captive, and fished
something from the water. It was a long tube with a tubular dock at its end.
She brought the dock over to where Bloodrayne laid, and pressed it into a
brass bracket on the front of the helmet, through which the hole leading
into her mouth was. With a click, the dock was locked in place. In the next
instant, there was a light hiss, and Bloodrayne felt air flow into her mouth.
She also found that as she exhaled, two one way valves on either side of
the brass bracket would open to allow air to escape.
“Now for the
last bit of your costume.” The Mistress said, picking up the last item
from the floor. It resembled a shiny black latex swimming cap. The Mistress
rolled up its rim and placed it over the crown of Bloodrayne’s head.
As she rolled it down, the rim came down over Bloodrayne’s eyes, shutting
out any trace light, and blindfolding the dhampir completely. It also came
down over her ears, which effectively cut off the last of any sound from
the outside world. With a snap, she felt a chinstrap on the cap being pulled
down over her chin, keeping the cap in place.
For a moment, Bloodrayne
was alone within the darkness and silence of her bondage suit. Then, slowly,
she felt a rising panic within her, so unused she was to the deadening silence
and darkness. A wail escaped her, muffled by the helmet to inaudibility on
the outside. She began to fight the rubber and the leather straps holding
her, thrashing and writhing about. She was unaware of the sight she presented
to the outside world as she flopped and turned on the deck like a helpless
fish, her shapely body twisting and turning, with her breasts jutting out
in her struggles, and her buttocks wriggling.
The Mistress let
her struggle for a moment. Then, she picked up the bound form, and stood
her on the edge of the tank. With a shove, she pushed Bloodrayne’s body
into the water. The dhampir plunged into the cold water head-first. Bloodrayne
felt the water add its embrace to her rubber prison. There was no sound except
for her own breathing and the bubbling of water up her cheeks. The darkness
of her isolation seemed to expand outwards into infinity, beyond the rubber
confining her. Her mind tried to hold on to its sanity as the oppressive
silence and darkness engulfed her and the panic continued to rise within
her. It finally lost and snapped, and Bloodrayne screamed and screamed into
the dildo in her mouth, sending a flood of bubbles out of the sides of her
mouth into the water. Then the heavy cover of the Perspex slammed shut above
her, leaving her to float aimlessly and in despair within the tank.
The
End?