Breaking Purgatori

 

by Nimrod

 

Character: Purgatori

 

 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the museum is now closed. Kindly proceed to the nearest exit. The museum will be locked down in half an hour. Ladies and Gentlemen ...”

 

The announcement repeated itself as the security guards conducted a final sweep of the premises to ensure that the last of the flood of the tourists had left by now.

 

One of the security guards entered the Mesoamerican section and was whistling a toneless tune under his breath when his eyes fell on a tall woman looking at a recreation of the sacrificial platform of an Aztec temple.

 

For a moment, the security guard stood stunned at the sight of the woman. For one thing, the woman was tall – very tall. She must have been at least six-foot-one-inch in height to begin with, but to add to that height, she was wearing a pair of black high heels, of at least five inch in height, boosting her height to more than six-foot six inches.

 

For another thing, the woman had the best body that the guard had ever seen. She was dressed in a blood red strapless dress that clung to every curve of her body, with a very short skirt. The woman’s limbs were long and slender, with her legs seeming to go on for miles, with slender and yet strong looking thighs. The woman’s waist was trim, and pinched in, as if she was wearing a corset – which she was not – and set off her heavy bosoms and her rounded ass very nicely. Her neck was long, almost swan-like, and she had a head full of raven black hair that seemed to shine in the down lights surrounding the exhibits.

 

The guard stood there admiring the woman in side profile for a while, wondering if she was a supermodel, before he roused himself. He walked up to the woman, who seemed entranced by the exhibit.

 

“Excuse me, miss ...” he began.

 

“Tell me, where do they keep the Stone?” the woman asked.

 

The guard stood beside the woman that towered over him, confused for a moment.

 

“I’m sorry ... the what?” the guard asked.

 

“The Portal Stone that is mentioned in the papers.” the woman said, turning to look at the guard. He gaped, his eyes following the movement of the heavy breasts that wobbled as the woman moved. She was not wearing any bra underneath, and he could see the nipples pressing against the stretchy material of the dress.

 

“The ... the stone. Oh. It’s not for exhibition to the public. It’s in the laboratory downstairs.” the guard said, “Hey, you really should be leaving ...”

 

“Bring me to the lab.” the woman commanded.

 

The guard stood astonished for a moment.

 

“I’m sorry Miss, visitors are not...”

 

“Bring me to the lab.” the woman repeated. Her eyes turned all white as she spoke, and she transfixed the guard with a pupil-less stare. He did not blink. He could not blink as he stared up into her eyes. His eyes seemed to widen, then he straightened up.

 

“Yes.” the guard said lifelessly, turning around, and led the woman through the cavernous halls and corridors of the museum, before arriving at a granite staircase that led down into the bowels of the museum. The woman’s high heels clicked on the stone floor as the pair walked down a wide corridor, to arrive at a heavy steel door. The guard pulled up his security pass attached to a spring loaded spool clip on his belt and touched the pass to a flat panel on the wall next to the door. There was the sound of a buzzer and the door unlocked.

 

“Go back to your rounds now.” the woman commanded, “And you never saw me.”

 

The guard turned and walked back the way they came, as if he did not see the woman at all as she slipped through the open door into the laboratory behind. As the woman entered, she changed. Her skin turned a dark blood red, and a pair of ivory horns grew out of the top of her head, amongst her raven black hair. As she walked, a pair of bat-like wings slowly grew on her back, from between her shoulder blades, until they were large enough for the protruding thumb bones of the wings to be at the level of her head and the tips of the fingers of the folded wings to be at the level of her knees.

 

The costume of the woman changed as well, as the dress disappeared into the skin, to be replaced by a black leather bikini top – with thin halter neck straps holding up small leather cups that barely covered her breasts held in place around her torso by a narrow band of leather – and a black leather loincloth with its ends knotted together over her rounded hips.

 

The woman’s high-heeled shoes seemed to grow up from her feet that rose up to form a pair of thigh-high boots until the top almost reached her crotch. The black leather material of the boots seemed to stretch tightly over her legs, and moved easily with her movement. To complete the transformation, a pair of arm-length leather gloves grew on her slender arms, reaching almost to her armpits, and down to the first joints of her fingers.

 

The woman walked between the rows of tables and heavy storage cabinets filled with ancient specimens and artefacts. She came to a spot where a casing stood, with heavy steel frames and thick glass inserts that completely encased a piece of stone. The stone was a cube with rounded corners and carved to look at a skull. It was stained scarlet with centuries of blood sacrifices over it.

 

“I’ve found you at last.” the woman said. She formed a fist with her hand, and drew it back to punch a hole through the glass.

 

“I have been waiting for you.” said a calm voice behind her.

 

Purgatori spun around. She had not been aware that there was another person in the lab as well. She saw a middle-aged man dressed in sweater and jeans, with a pair of sneakers on his feet. The rather shabby appearance of the clothing gave the man an academic air, as if he was a curator or a professor working at the museum. The man had black hair that was already graying and receding up his forehead. He was tall, but not muscular, although he had a broad set of shoulders. His face was long and intelligent looking, with a long nose and deep set brown eyes, giving him an Mediterranean look, which his lightly tanned bronze skin seem to fit very well.

 

“You did not see me.” Purgatori said, staring into the man’s eyes as he walked up towards her. Without breaking his eye contact with her, the man smiled, which discomfited the vampiress. Her hypnotic stare seemed to have no effect on the man, whatsoever.

 

“Stay out of my way.” Purgatori said, spreading her wings behind her, “Or you will get hurt.”

 

The man stopped in his steps, but he did something next that confused Purgatori. He laughed. She was not used to that kind of reaction from a human.

 

“Be careful mortal, lest I tear you apart!” Purgatori said, hissing, taking a step forward.

 

“I’m afraid you will not be able to do that.” The man said. His eyes glanced upwards towards the ceiling. Purgatori’s white eyes rolled up, following his line of sight. Directly above her, on the ceiling, was a pentagram within a circle, with symbols in each of its five points. The diagram was blood red, as if it had been written with blood.

 

“You see, I’m prepared for you. You’ve fallen into my trap.” The man said calmly.

 

“You will die for your insolence!” Purgatori screamed, snapping her sight back onto the man. She coiled her body, ready to pounce, her large wings spread menacingly behind her back.

 

“Gravis nimis existiti.” The man whispered just as Purgatori leapt at him.

 

Suddenly, Purgatori felt as if a huge hand had reached up and grabbed her body in midair, and slammed her down painfully onto the floor.

 

“Urgh!” Purgatori grunted as her body hit the floor, crushing her large breasts beneath her. She tried to rise, but her body felt extraordinarily heavy, and she could not move her limbs or her body at all.

 

“What ... have ... you ... done?!” Purgatori demanded to know, laboring against the crushing weight on her body to spit the words out.

 

“I picked up a little trick or two in my research into ancient spells. This is just a little spell to subdue you by making your body too heavy.” The man said as he walked up to the supine vampiress, struggling weakly to move. He inserted the toe of a shoe under her body, and flipped her effortlessly around. She rolled round onto her back and wings, her limbs splayed around her. She laid on the floor, spread-eagled as she struggled against her own body that refused to move.

 

The man sat down on Purgatori’s stomach, and placed his hands on her large breasts, and kneaded them. Rage flared up within Purgatori at how helpless she had so quickly become, and how the man was taking advantage of her helpless state by molesting her.

 

“I ... will ... kill ... you ...!” Purgatori said.

 

“Tsk! Tsk!” the man said, flashing an evil smile, “I suppose it will take you a while to accept the fact that you’ve become a slave.”

 

The word stung Purgatori. She had been a slave once, in ancient Egypt. And it was to escape her fate as a slave that she was set on the road towards becoming a vampire goddess. She had sworn never to become a slave again. To be called a slave again was intolerable.

 

“I ... am ... not ... your ... slave!” Purgatori managed as she struggled supremely to force her body to move. Her limbs began to move slowly as she exerted her forceful will, struggling against whatever it was that was holding her down. She will not submit to the man without a fight.

 

The man sighed as he looked down at her sluggish movement. He got up and walked over to a corner of the lab, and pushed a set of steel drawers fitted with coasters over to where Purgatori laid. She had managed to raise her head up, but just as he reached her, her body gave out, and her head fell back onto the floor with a heavy thud.

 

“It will be so much easier if you would just accept your fate.” The man said.

 

“Ne ... ver!” Purgatori cursed as she tried to rise again.

 

The man shook his head, and flipped Purgatori onto her stomach again. He opened a drawer, and picked up an object from within as the vampiress struggled to lift her body up. She managed to fold and move her arms under her torso and lift it up a couple of inches when the man returned. He took a handful of her hair and pulled up.

 

“Urghh!” Purgatori grunted involuntarily at the force of the pull, and her jaws parted. The man forced a black rubber ball between her jaws. The rubber ball was threaded through by a thick black leather strap. The man released Purgatori’s hair, and took either ends of the strap, and pulled it around her head, encircling her cheeks and her dark black raven hair, before buckling the ends together behind her neck. He clinched the strap especially tight, before inserting the tongue to ensure that the rubber ball was positioned deep inside her mouth, pressing down onto her tongue. This allowed her lips to almost meet in front of the ball, but not quite. With the corners of her mouth pulled cruelly back by the black leather strap, the vampiress began to drool almost immediately.

 

“There, that should keep you quiet for a while.” The man said as he stood up and returned to the drawers. He opened another drawer, and took out a long black rubber object. It was looked hefty as he held it in one hand, while he picked up another item, a clear plastic tube with a snap cap. The man squeezed a liberal amount of clear viscous liquid onto the tube before turning back to the helpless vampiress.

 

She could see clearly what it was now. It was a dildo. He went round to her legs, and pulled them wide apart, with her buttocks facing him. He knelt down between her thighs, and inserted first a finger, then another finger through the hem of the crotch of her loin cloth. He pulled it aside to reveal her cunt mound, with its two rows of raven black turf lining the flower of her sex. He smiled as he brushed the lips of the cunt, eliciting a gagged scream of protest from the vampiress. Then, pressing his left hand down on her left buttock, he placed the blunt tip of the dildo against the lips, and pushed.

 

The blunt tip parted the lips instantly and tunneled into Purgatori. The vampiress squirmed sluggishly, partly from a futile attempt to deny entry to the dildo and partly from the shock of the entry of the instrument into her dry sex. The generously lubricated tube would not be denied, however, and it slid in under the relentless propulsion of the man’s guiding hand. Purgatori could only moan into her ball-gag as the object made its way into her, before finally coming to a stop when its flared base touched her crouch.

 

The man went back to the drawer, and took another object. Purgatori looked up to see that it was an egg-shaped rubber object, with rather sharp tip and a flanged base with a short stem. She recognized that it was a butt-plug. The man lubricated the object with the tube of lubricant, and returned to the point between Purgatori’s legs, stretching it open again, rendering futile her attempt to draw her legs closer together. With merciless precision, he aimed the tip of the plug at the tight and closed entry of her anus. The tip slid in through the creased entryway, spreading it open. Purgatori felt as if a shock of electricity was running up her from her anus as the sphincter was stretched open.

 

As the plug made its way into her, its girth increased, spreading the elastic band of muscle around it wider and wider, creating more and more discomfort in the supine vampiress. She could only moan and groan into the ball-gag around which her mouth continuing to drool uncontrollably. The man worked slowly, pushing the plug in at a pace that seemed to stretch the ordeal out, increasing the sensation of the insertion as the rubbery surface of the plug rubbed past her anus. Finally, she felt the thickest part of the plug pass, and the plug seemed to leap forward a little as her anus’ mouth closed around the plug’s stem, pushing it into position, with the flanged base resting against her crotch.

 

The man knelt back to look at the sight of the two rubber bases covering her crotch. Then, he pulled the crotch piece of Purgatori’s loin cloth over the object, using it as an improvised chastity belt to keep the two rubbery intruders in place. As the fabric stretched over the bases, Purgatori let out another soft moan as she felt the two rubber objects within her shafted a bit deeper into her.

 

The man retrieved the next item from the drawer, and returned to the struggling vampiress, who had twisted her head to one side to see what he was doing. She saw that he was holding a hood in his hand, a heavy rubber item that had been buffed and shined that its black surface was almost reflective.

 

The man approached her again, and despite her best attempt to fight him, he managed to lift up her head, and encircle his left arm under her chin. Holding her head up, he fitted the hood over Purgatori’s twin horns, which slid through two holes on the top of the hood. There was a third, larger hole, between the two, the purpose of which became clear once the man pulled the hood down to the top of her, its hem gathered around the crown of her head. Dropping her back onto the ground, he pulled back on her long black hair, and arranged into a pony tail. He pulled it back hard, and Purgatori could feel the skin around her crown being tugged back as well. The man fed the hair through the third hole, where it sprayed through the hole in a jet of raven black.

 

Then, the man pulled the hood fully down over her face, before pulling together the ends of the opening that ran down the back of the hood. Then, he pulled down on a heavy duty plastic zipper fitted to the open sides, closing the hood around the vampiress’ head. She could feel the material steadily tightening around her face as the zip was pulled down. With her jaws already bulging from the rubber ball inside her mouth, it was a very snug fit, and she felt as if someone was holding her face and head in a vice-like grip.

 

When the man was done, Purgatori found that she could breathe normally through her nose. There were two breathing holes pierced through the thick rubber material directly underneath where her nostrils were. These holes were reinforced by a pair of dark steel grommets. She could also see, for the face of the hood over her eyes had two lenses set into them. The lenses were small and round, each encased in a dark steel ring, like the eyepiece of a telescope.

 

The man now retrieved a long garment from the drawer. He held it up for Purgatori to see as he walked over. It was a dress, but made of heavy rubber, with an opening that ran down along its entire length on the back. The garment had a pair of arm-length sleeves – each with a long zip that ran from the sides of the collar down the entire length of the sleeve to the wrist - and a long neck. The man knelt down, and pushed Purgatori flat onto her back. He lifted up her limp arms, and placed them through the sleeves of the dress. Then he rolled her around again such that she was lying on the garment. Adjusting the garment, he then pulled the back of the neck together, and fitted the ends of the open-ended zip on the back together. Then he pulled down on the zip. The zip only reached as far as the point where her wings sprouted out from her back, between her shoulder blades. At this point, the back of the dress rose to a short tube that climbed up the stems of her wings. 

 

Underneath her wings, there was another set of zip that ran down from the top of the tube, down the rest of the dress, and the man fitted the ends of this open-ended zip together, before proceeding. The garment gathered up around the limp body of the vampiress as the zip closed, embracing first her torso, then her buttocks. When it reached her legs, the man stopped for a moment to arrange her legs together, placing her ankles against one another, before proceeding. As the zip slid down her thighs, it pressed them steadily together until her knees were almost knocking against one another. This had the effect of squeezing her thighs together, which in turn pushed up the dildo and anal plug residing within her nether regions just a bit more into her, eliciting another involuntary moan from her gagged mouth under the hood.

 

When the zip finally reached the end at her ankles, her body was entirely encased from neck to ankles, leaving only her wings and arms free. Purgatori found that the garment had steel bones inserted into the waist, which pushed into her flesh like a corset, squeezing her already trim waist into an even tinier waist. The legging of the dress had steel rods inserted along its circumference too, from the buttocks down to the ankles. This prevented her from folding her legs, holding them in a fully stretched position.

 

The man went back to the drawers again, and picked up what looked like a long thick rubber tube. The tube had a sprout about two thirds of the way up. Two slits run down the sprout diametrically away from its mouth, before each of them run up along the length of the tube. Each of them was closed by a heavy duty zipper. Returning to Purgatori, the man gathered up her limp wings on her back, and folded them together behind her back, placing her folded wings against one another. He slipped the shorter end of the tube over the portion of her folded wings above the roots where the wings sprouted out of her back between her shoulder blades. He then slipped the longer end around the lower portion of her wings. When he had pulled up the zips of both ends, the tube her wings folded together in a tight embrace. As he pulled the zips up the sprout until the zippers came to rest at the ends, the garment embraced the stems of her wings as well, totally encasing them, with the sprout closing over the opening of the dress.

 

The next item the man retrieved from the drawers was a long rubber garment, the cross-section of which was a triangle. The top of the triangle was a wide open mouth, and it narrowed down steadily until it reached a point. This point had a tip reinforced by a large steel eye, to which was attached a steel shackle. The mouth of the garment had a pair of thick leather straps that reached upwards. There was a long opening down its face that was fitted with a zip. Purgatori, staring through the tiny eye-pieces on her hood recognized the garment. It was a mono-sleeve that she had used herself before to entrap the arms of her slaves, encasing them uselessly behind their backs.

 

The man went back to Purgatori with the sleeve. He sat down on the vampiress back, and pulled back her arms up over her imprisoned wings, placing her hands together, and feeding her arms into the mouth of the garment. He pulled the garment up her arms. He then inserted each of the leather straps attached to the mouth of the sleeve under her armpits, before pulling the straps up and over her shoulders and crossing them behind her back. He attached the ends of the straps to the mouth of the sleeve to buckles riveted to either side of the unzipped opening of the sleeve. Once this was done, the man grasped the heavy duty zip of the sleeve, and pulled it up. As the zip made its way, up, it pulled the material of the sleeve together around her arms, pulling them closer together, until her hands were pressed against one another, and her elbows were almost touching. By the time the zipper reached the top, her arms were strained fully back by the garment.

 

The man now stood up and walked away. When he returned, he was pushing a hand cart. He rested the cart length-wise on the floor and lifted up Purgatori, and placed her onto the trolley. Then he strapped her in place with a series of leather straps. Swinging the top of the trolley up, he set her upright. Then he pushed the bound vampiress to the other end of the lab, where a full-length mirror stood leaning against the wall. For the first time Purgatori could see herself.

 

The vampiress was almost entirely encased in black glossy rubber, with a hood that molded tightly against her face and a dress that both compressed and accentuated the curves of her body, exaggerating her voluptuous figure. The only parts of her body still visible were the horns that stuck out the top of the hood, her hair that sprouted out from the top of her head like a pony tail, and her white eyes behind the lenses. She looked almost like a glossy black statue.

 

Purgatori’s eyes also fell on something leaning against the wall on the side. It was a long rough pine box that looked almost like a coffin, but was really probably only the kind of boxes used to move artifacts such as statues and sarcophaguses. It was open, and she could see that its inside had been fitted with rubber foam with a body-shaped hole cut in it. It did not take much for her to grasp that it was meant for her. The man unstrapped her from the hand cart.

 

Purgatori found that once the man had removed her from under the pentagram, she could move again. But the bondage of the spell had only been replaced by the bondage of rubber. She found that the rubber was surprisingly effective in restraining her, despite her great strength. She had been bound by magic, and by chains of silver, but the thick rubber that she was struggling against held her just as effectively. They would yield a little, but would then stifle any further movement as she struggled. The man had little difficulty placing her within the hole cut in the rubber foam, the sides of which reinforced the confinement of the rubber garments.

 

Once she had been placed firmly within, the man took the lid of the box, and closed it over her, plunging Purgatori into darkness. With the rubber of the foam pressing against the side of her head, she had already been placed in a dead silence. The lid had a rubber mat placed on it. It covered the hole and Purgatori up to her head, pinning her rubber clad body deep into the hole, taking away room of movement within the box, and yet leaving her face uncovered so that she could breathe. Then, she heard the sound of pounding on the box, and knew that the lid was being hammered into place.

 

Then, there was a moment of total silence, before suddenly, the dildo and anal plug inserted in Purgatori’s vagina and anus sprung to life, shaking her with their powerful vibrations. The vampiress screamed and screamed into her gag, screams that were virtually inaudible outside the box as what little sound that penetrated through the material of the hood was contained beneath the wood.

 

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Purgatori was in distress. Not only had she been captured and placed in an inhumanly strict bondage, she was also becoming incredibly hot underneath the thick rubber of her prison. This in turn caused her to perspire profusely, leaving a layer of fluid between the rubber and her body. This allowed her body to squirm rather more freely than when she had first been placed in bondage, but this had not make it any more possible for her to escape the bondage that she had been placed in.

 

The dildo and the anal plug vibrating within her had added to the discomfort of her rubber prison. Their powerful ministrations had done their work very well and very quickly. She had been very quickly brought up to the point of orgasm. Then, to her immense frustration, the vibrations had stopped, leaving her just at the edge of release. She had wondered whether it was done deliberately, whether there some sort of mechanism by which her stage of arousal was monitored, so that the two objects would stop just before she was allowed the relief of release.

 

That was not the end of the story. After what seemed like a long period of silence, a period in which Purgatori was alone in the darkness and silence, with only the vibrations of movement coming through the wooden crate to hint at the fact that she was being moved, the two objects suddenly sprung to life again. Once more Purgatori was forced slowly but surely towards a climax, a climax that was once again cruelly denied her. As she lay on her back, panting with difficulty from the exertion, the frustration built within her, like a dam waiting to burst, adding greater and greater sexual pressure within her.

 

This happened again and again as Purgatori endured her rubber imprisonment. The tension within her built and built as there was no way for her to trigger the release herself, and yet the dildo and plug would never let her climax. She pulled and tug at the bondage sleeve binding her arms in an insane attempt to pull her hands round to the front where she could touch herself, but her struggles were futile, and only succeeded in making her even more sweaty, and with time, even more exhausted.

 

Indeed, Purgatori could feel herself weakening bit by bit as she become more and more tired in her struggles against her bondage, in the heat of her confinement, in the uncomfortable rigidity of her bondage, and the sexual hunger within herself that the constant stimulation and then denial was building within her.

 

Eventually, Purgatori reached a point where her mind could think of nothing else except for attaining that release. With each burst of activity, she craved the release even more, wanted that climax even more desperately. It was a sexual hunger that she had never felt before, and it could only be compared to the desperate hunger that she felt when she needed to feed, needed to take blood. Yet it was constantly denied her just when she was so tantalizingly close. It was a deliberate and humiliating cruelty.

 

Purgatori did not know how long that torment had lasted in her dark and silent rubber prison. She became increasingly exhausted, and began to drift in and out of sleep, that provided only momentarily relief from her discomfort and her sexual hunger. Frequently, she would be rudely awoken by the powerful vibrations within her nether tracts, causing her to moan or scream. Then, the vibrations would die down, leaving her in a semi-conscious state of exhaustion again.

 

Purgatori understood well what was happening. She was being expertly brought to a stage of such sexual hunger that she would do anything to achieve a release, even acquiescing to abuse and sexual slavery. It was a technique that she herself had used on human women to help break their will. While she could easily control their minds, she preferred to break their will in this way, partly because it would require less effort on her part to constantly keep the slave girls pliant, but more importantly, it gave her great enjoyment to do so.

 

However, understanding the mechanics of the situation did not make help Purgatori to prevent the effects of the technique, which build upon a basic physiological need that was brought out by the over-stimulation of the genitals.

 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the vibrations finally lasted long enough to drive Purgatori over the edge. She felt her own body within the rubber shudder as she reached orgasm, and her juice was released through her vagina to add to the dampness of her rubber prison. She could feel the fluid flow of her vagina and gather in a pool beneath her buttocks. For a moment, she felt relief. Then, to her horror, she realized that the vibrations were not stopping. Before she knew it, she felt another orgasm begin to build within her, and she was brought up to another climax.

 

Once more, Purgatori juiced, and once more the dildo and plug did not stop. They drove her onwards towards yet another climax. It happened again and again. What had been a relief was now suddenly a curse, and she became desperate for the batteries of the vibrators inserted into her to run out. But it was not to be, and she climaxed again and again until a thick layer of cum was squishing under her buttocks. She had become empty within, and with the last few climax, she had not juiced. Yet, the vibrations did not stop.

 

After what seemed like yet another eternity, the vibrators within the dildo and plug fell silent, allowing Purgatori to fell into an exhausted deep sleep.

 

Purgatori was awoken, when the box she was in was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, jarring her. Then, she heard the sound of a crowbar being applied to the lid, and it was plied off the top of her box. She felt a pair of arms grasped her by her torso under her armpits, and she was lifted out of the box. Then she was half dragged and half carried across the floor, before being dumped onto a hard surface.

 

Purgatori tried to orientate her eyes, but the prolonged darkness that she had been put in would not allow her to do so. The small lenses before her eyes also did not allow her to get a good view of her surrounding instantly as they had long since been fogged up by the damp within her rubber suit.

 

Purgatori felt herself flopped round onto her stomach. Next, she felt the unmistakable sensation of a pair of thick heavy steel manacles being applied to her ankles. It was only when her ankles were secured that Purgatori felt the lower zip on the back of her dress being undone, but only up to her knees. She was twisted onto her side, and she felt her ankles being pulled apart and she felt the manacles around her ankles being attached to hardpoints on the floor. The distance between the hardpoints was wide enough to leave her with her ankles spread about a meter apart.

 

Once her ankles were secured, the man continued to pull the zipper up, parting the slit on the garment, she felt the pressure on her legs relaxing, and cold air rush in. As she could now spread her legs more, the two soaked objects within her vagina and her anus also eased their pressure on her insides slightly.

 

When the lower zip was pulled up past her buttocks to her waist, Purgatori could finally spread her thighs to relieve even more pressure from her groin. However, with her ankles held apart, and her upper body and arms still fully restrained in rubber, she could not make any efforts at resistance as the man continued with the careful transition from heavy rubber to steel bondage.

 

The man went away from Purgatori. His footsteps receded away from her. There was the sound of a steel drawer being opened, then the man’s footsteps returned. She felt the cold grip of steel being placed against her stomach round either of her flanks. Something hinged over her hips, and she felt the grip of cold steel on her back as well. There was a pause, then a decisive click from behind her. Purgatori realized that it was a steel belt, hinged over her hips and locked behind her back. From the way the belt gripped her waist and weigh on her hips, she guessed that it must be quite thick and at least three inch in height. From the sound of chains clinking under either of her hips, she guessed also that chains were attached to the sides of the belt, possibly with steel manacles for her wrists.

 

After this, the man went round behind Purgatori. The zip on her bondage sleeve was cracked open now. But the man only pulled up the zip slightly to reveal her hands and wrists pressed against one another. With the rest of the bondage sleeve still holding her arms tightly against one another, she could still not move her arms much, except to wriggle her fingers. The man leaned forward to her right, and she felt him fish something up. Then she felt the sensation of steel around her right wrist, followed by a firm click, confirming her suspicion that manacles for her wrists had been fitted to the belt. Her left wrist was similarly treated. The steel bands were mercilessly tight, and gripped her wrists tightly such that she had difficulty even clutching her hands into fists.

 

The man was not done yet. Purgatori felt the steel manacles around her wrists being placed against once another. There was another click. Tugging at her manacles at bit, she confirmed that they were now secured to one another. It was only when this was done that the man fully unzipped her bondage sleeve, and unbuckled the shoulder straps holding it up, freeing her arms completely. However, she could no more escape now than before, for her wrists were secured together behind her, and even as she pulled at them now, they refused to part company.

 

There was a moment’s pause, and then Purgatori felt the lower zip of her dress being pulled up completely. Then the upper zip on the back of her dress was undone. The dress was now only held up by the sleeves still encircling her arms. The man now unzipped the long zips on the sleeves, first the left, then the right. When they were completely undone, he released the fitted ends of the zip, and the dress dropped onto the floor in a pile, which the man kicked away, revealing the perspiration drenched body of the crimson vampiress. With her rubber bondage gone, her new steel bondage now held her kneeling on the cold floor, with her wrists bound behind her.

 

The man now allowed Purgatori to raise her body upright. Through the small lenses on her rubber helmet, she could now conduct a limited visual inspection of the place she was in. She saw that she was in a room with walls of bare concrete. It seemed to be a basement. There was a wooden staircase against a wall leading up, its terminus disappearing from her view kneeling on the floor. There were a couple of small narrow slit windows high up on the walls, just beneath the ceiling, with heavy iron bars in them, and with the panes of the glass sprayed over with black paint. The ceiling itself was supported by concrete beams, supported in their turn by heavy square concrete pillars. There were several large steel cylinders that looked like part of a heating system, and there were heavy metal pipes along the walls, as well as along the beams above her. It did not take much imagination to see that she was in the basement of a house.

 

The man had not stopped working. He walked around behind her, and she twisted her body and head to look back, just in time to see him pick up two heavy hooks that were attached to either end of a chain, the middle of which was in turn attached to the end of a second chain suspended from a motor chained to the beam above her. The man leaned down, and she felt the heavy hooks being attached to each of her manacles.

 

The man walked away from her to a box on the wall next to the staircase. The box had two buttons, one above the other. He pressed the upper one. Almost instantly, the motor above her began to whine, and she felt the chain attaching her wrist manacles to the motor began to lift, pulling up her arms. As her arms were lifted high up into the air, she was forced to tilt her torso forward until it was almost parallel to the ground, with her breasts threatening to spill out of their PVC cups underneath her. This placed her in an even more helpless position.

 

From this position, Purgatori could also see the other elements of her bondage better. She could see the gleaming steel belt fitted around her waist now. She could also see that the manacles around her ankles were beefy affairs, being at least an inch thick and three inches in height, its jaws fitted together with a heavy duty hinge that must be at least an inch thick. The ends of the jaws were joined together by a heavy padlock that threaded througy small eyeholes in the flanged ends of the jaws. The manacles were in turn attached to iron staples set into the cement floor by a pair of heavy duty snaphooks that were hooked into the padlocks securing the manacles.

 

 

 

The man now returned. He placed a hand onto her head, and Purgatori felt the zip of the hood being undone. When it was fully unzipped, the hand pressing down her head was removed, and the mask ripped off her sweat soaked head, with her black hair matted against her face. The hood was dropped on the floor with a wet thud.

 

“How was the journey for you?” asked a voice.

 

Purgatori looked up at the man that had abducted her and put her into such stringent bondage of the rubber dress. He was dressed differently now, wearing only a long black latex apron that covered him from chest to knees. Purgatori felt a sense of revulsion when she realised that he was absolutely naked underneath the apron.

 

“Ummmph!” Purgatori mumbled into the rubber gag that remained in her mouth as she tried to lift her head and fix him with what she hoped was a hateful stare.

 

“I see that you have still plenty of fire in you.” The man said, smiling, cupping a hand under the vampiress’ chin and lifting it up. She would have spat him in the face, if it were not for the ball-gag in her mouth.

 

“Well, you are pretty messed up.” The man said, releasing her chin. As he walked over to where a coiled rubber hose was attached to a tap on a wall. He picked up the other end of the hose where there was a nozzle gun. He uncoiled the rubber hose as he walked back towards Purgatori kneeling on the floor with her legs spread wide open. He aimed the nozzle gun at her, and pressed the lever.

 

Freezing cold water hit her crouch, sending convulsions up her body. Purgatori screamed into her gag, as she squirmed to get away from the powerful jet, but the manacles held her fast, allowing her to only twist and turn her body as the man walked up to her and around her to play the jet of water up and down her body. When she had been thoroughly sprayed, the man dropped the hose onto the floor and went back to the crimson skinned captive.

 

Looking down at the dripping wet vampiress, he smiled and said, “There much better.”

 

“Comfy?” the man asked. She tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much stress she was feeling in her limbs, how aching her jaws and her lower orifices felt.

 

The man smiled down at the captive as she twisted her head away and hung her head down. She pulled at her chains, but they held her easily. He turned towards the staircase and mounted the staircase. As he switched off the lights and passed through the doorway out of the basement, the sound of buzzing started from the crotch of Purgatori as the two rubber instruments still inserted into her lower orifices started to life. The last thing he heard just before the door shut behind him was the gagged moans of the kneeling prisoner.

 

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Purgatori did not know how long she had been kept chained in that awkward position in the basement. She only knew that once more, she was being tormented expertly by the vibrations of the dildo and the anal plug, which brought her again and again to the edge of climax, before shutting down to deny her release. She twisted and squirmed in the darkness, tossing her head and flailing her long hair, as she fought the rising sexual tension within her, helpless to achieve release without the use of her hands, raised uselessly high up into the air away from where she needed them to be.

 

Purgatori knew that this was a continuation of her brainwashing, but she felt helpless as she could feel her will begin to slip away as it became more and more obsessed with achieving a sexual release, with satisfying that sexual hunger that was building within her.

 

But worse was to come. Purgatori became increasingly aware of another hunger that was building inside of her – the hunger for blood. It was the curse of her exile to this wretched place called Earth, that enslavement to the liquid substance that flowed in the veins of all animals, from which she must draw sustenance like an animal. It was a hunger that could not be denied. Unlike the human hunger for food, this was a hunger that was felt to the core of Purgatori’s being. It was more like a junkie’s addiction.

 

The two hungers – that of sexual satiation and that for blood – mixed together, reinforcing each other in a combined assault on her will. The more hungry she got for blood, the weaker her body became. The weaker her body became, the more her will weakened. The more her will weakened, the more she found it difficult to resist the hunger for sexual satisfaction. The more she hunger for sexual gratification, the more her will weakened, to render it even more vulnerable to the hunger for blood. It was an unending cycle that gnawed away at her will.

 

Purgatori’s torment was punctuated by periods where she mercifully became unconscious, or when she managed to fall into sleep in between the periods of activity of the objects inserted into her. But she was never given any opportunity to fully recover, and she would often be rudely awoken by the instruments of torment in her cunt and asshole coming to life, shaking her once more to the core.

 

It seemed like a long time before the man returned. When he did, switching on the lights in the basement and descending the staircase, Purgatori was slumped in her chains, her chin was resting on her chest, her long black hair cascading down onto the floor around her head, her white eyes half-closed from a deep exhaustion. She could barely look up as the man walked up towards her, but she forced herself to lift up her chin in an act of defiance.

 

Then her white eyes shot wide open when the man held up a clear glass bottle. Even with the cock in the mouth of the bottle, Purgatori could smell the trace of the crimson liquid within. Blood! Her nostrils flared and her eyes widened, and she strained at her bonds. When she found that she still could not break free, her eyes fell longingly at the bottle, before she realized, too late, how it looked too much like supplication, and she forced herself to tear her eyes away from the bottle.

 

At that point, Purgatori could feel herself dangerously close to surrender. It was something she wanted desperately to resist, and yet her will had been so severely weakened that she found part of herself willing to do anything for the twin hungers to be satiated. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on the ball-gag, willing herself to resist.

 

“You must be thirsty? Would you like a drink?” the man asked, tormenting her by shaking the bottle, swishing the liquid inside. Purgatori screwed her eyes tightly shut. 

 

“I see. Oh well, too bad.” The man said, smiling, uncocking the bottle and emptying its content onto the floor. Instantly, the smell of blood flooded the basement. Every cell in Purgatori’s body screamed for that blood. She had to have that blood! Her long tongue tried to push its way free, but the rubber ball pressed down on it. Purgatori could only look desperately at the blood as it dried up into a rusty stain on the polished floor, her face contorted in angst and hatred. The man laughed and left the basement again. The lights were switched off, and immediately, the powerful vibrations in her vagina and anus began their grim work once more. Purgatori could only moan in desperation.

 

And so, it was repeated several times. Each time, the man would come into the chamber after a long period of isolation, sexual over-stimulation and hunger for blood. And each time, Purgatori would refuse to submit by shaking her head, although each time, she would become more and more reluctant to do so. But she realized that it was a losing battle. The man could be patient, and return time after time to demand her submission in exchange for the blood that she so desperately wanted, and for the sexual release that she so desperately needed.

 

One time, the man had returned and asked Purgatori the same question he had asked so many times. Purgatori had willed herself to deny the man his triumph, but much to her own horror, she broke, and nodded reluctantly instead of shaking her head. Almost immediately, she felt a powerful rush of regret inside of her, but it was already too late. She could only hang her head in shame.

 

“I want something in return, slave.” The man said, “Take off your top.”

 

Purgatori’s eyes had widened at the request. Defiance once more flared within her, and she shook her head violently, shaking her long black hair from side to side.

 

“Too bad.” The man had said, smiling, knowing that it was a matter of time.

 

And so the cycle continued, with the man returning each time to request that she surrender her costume to him. She struggled to shore up her will, determined at first not to repeat her weakness from before. She was successful at first, but again, it was inevitable. Finally, her will broke, and she had nodded her head when the man repeated his request again for her bra-top.

 

The man smiled. He stepped around behind Purgatori. A moment later, she heard something clicked, and her wrist manacles parted from one another. However, the hooks attached to her manacles still held them up, such that her movements were still limited. He went to the switch box on the wall, and lowered Purgatori’s chained arms until she could once again raise her torso to an upright position. This also allowed her now to move her arms more freely. However, she found that the combination of the chains linking her wrist manacles to the steel belt around her waist and the chains securing her to the beam above her were such that she could not extend her arms forward fully. As the man had stepped safely out of range, she was in no position to attack him. However, she was in a position to remove her bra top.

 

“The bra top, slave.” The man ordered again.

 

“Your top!” the man repeated his command harshly when Purgatori hesitated. Reluctantly, she reached up behind her neck, and undid the knot holding up the cups of her bra top. The two cups fell away from her large and firm breasts, revealing their dark scarlet nipples. She reached behind her back, and undid the hooks holding the garment around her chest, and it fell away from her body, leaving her breasts completely naked and vulnerable.

 

“Good. See how it is when you are obedient?” the man said.

 

Purgatori felt the hot flash of shame flood through her cheeks. It was not so much that she had been forced to uncover her breasts before the man. It was what the removal her garment herself and handing it to her captor had symbolized. It was that of submission and an acceptance of her situation. For a moment, she wanted to defy the man again, but she realized that it was pointless. She was in no position to defy the man. It was better to accept her lot and wait for an opportunity for vengeance.

 

The man pressed the buttons on the switch box again, once again raising Purgatori’s arms high up, forcing her body to tilt forward again. Without her top now to restrain them, her large and heavy breasts hung down fully like ripe fruits from her chest. Her captor walked to a corner of the room, where a chest of steel drawers stood. He opened one of the drawers, and took out an item before walking back to Purgatori. He showed Purgatori the object. It was a steel ring covered in thick rubber, with two straps attached to its circumference. Purgatori recognised it as a ring gag, a type that she had used on her own slaves when she wanted them to tongue her.

 

The man walked round behind her and unbuckled the ball-gag that had been in her mouth for so long. Then, without ceremony, he seized her horns, and yanked them back. This forced her to tilt her head back, and her jaws slackened. He quickly placed the ring into her mouth, propping open her jaws, before pulling the straps over her cheeks, round to the back of her neck, where he buckled the ends of the straps together. Finally, he let her head drop down onto her chin again, her mouth propped painfully open by the ring-gag in her mouth.

 

The man went back to the steel drawers again, and returned with a large steel bowl. He placed the bowl just underneath Purgatori’s face, then uncocked the bottle. Instantly, the rusty smell of blood hit her nose as he poured the crimson content out into the bowl. She did not wait for the man to complete pouring the liquid out. Her tongue elongated through the steel ring and lapped up the warm blood.

 

Blood! It was thin and foul, not human blood, probably pig’s blood, but it was blood nonetheless, and it suppressed the horrible hunger pangs that had built up for so long inside of her, as she lapped the warm liquid into her parched mouth and down her eager throat through the steel ring in her mouth.

 

When the bowl was empty, the man removed it and set it aside. Then he left his captive alone in the basement once more, having secured his first major victory over her will.

 

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Purgatori had been left alone again for an extended period, kneeling topless with her arms raised awkwardly in their strappado position. The large steel ring in her mouth was making her jaws ache, and her mouth drool uncontrollably onto the concrete floor where it gathered in a small pool, next to the dried stain that had come from the man’s ejaculation in her mouth.

 

After another period of lingering hunger and isolation, the man had returned again. The man had walked up to Purgatori’s front proffering the usual bottle of blood. The man then lowered his trousers and pulled out his cock. This time, in exchange for feeding her, the man had demanded that she give him a fellatio. The thought had repulsed her, but given that she had already given up so much dignity in exchange for blood, it made little sense for her to defy his wish this time. She had stretched her neck forward, and encompassed the man’s penis in her mouth. She could not quite suck on the member, for the steel ring still held her jaws apart, but she used her tongue expertly. Her tongue was capable of extending further and a greater range of articulation than a human female’s tongue. And she had worked it expertly.

 

Purgatori had first used the tip of her tongue to lick the man’s cock, slowly prompting it to stiffen, rise and enlarge in her mouth. Then when she had felt it fully engorged in her mouth, she had wrapped her tongue around the penis, then used it to tug and squeeze the penis. She had bobbed her head forward and back, using her tongue to pull at the penis until, finally, the man’s semen exploded in a powerful jet into the back of her mouth. She had swallowed involuntarily, taking in the semen, and then released the man’s shrinking penis. The man had been very pleased with her, and fed her after that. After that, the man paid her many visits, and made Purgatori give him a blow-job before feeding her. It became such a regular occurrence that she began to associate feeding with satisfying the man sexually.

 

But just as Purgatori settled down into a routine, the man changed his approach. The man had visited his captive again, but instead of getting another blowjob, he had ordered her to remove her loincloth. Her crotch had long since been exposed to his view, of course, but again it was not the point. It was the symbolism of the act, an act of submission, and of handing over part of her dignity to a mere human. When her arms were once again lowered, she had undid the knots of her loin cloth and handed it over to the man. She was burning with humiliation and anger. Then, when the blood flowed into her mouth and down her throat, she had forgotten somewhat of the anger that raged in her.

 

After Purgatori had finished feeding, the man had retrieved an item from the chest of drawers in the corner. She could see clearly what it was, a chastity belt made of thick leather hide. Now that the loincloth was no longer in place, there was nothing to press in the vibrators in her cunt and asshole. The anal plug was still firmly in place, but the dildo had slipped out of her cunt as she raised her torso to an upright position.

 

The man had remedied this situation by applying the black chastity belt around her waist, buckling it tightly in place like a corset. He then picked up the monstrous dildo and reinserted it back into her vagina, before pulling the crotch strap up over her groin and crotch, to be strapped firmly in place to the buckle over her back.

 

This new arrangement had another purpose, as Purgatori was to find out during the next feeding session. It had begun as another demand for a mouth job, but once Purgatori had stiffened his penis, the man had withdrawn it from her mouth and walked around her. Unbuckling the crotch piece of the chastity belt, the unbuckled end of which he allowed to drop onto the floor, with the other end still attached to the belt, the man had withdrawn the butt-plug from the crimson vampiress’s asshole.

 

The hole had been enlarged by the prolonged residence of the offending instrument. It had been incapable of obstructing the entry of the man’s member, although it had retained enough elasticity to grip the man’s penis as he shoved it in and out of Purgatori’s hole.

 

Purgatori had moaned and gargled as the man rammed her, her body moving forward and back to the man’s motion. She had never been raped in her asshole before, although she had made her own slaves tongue her there before. It had not been a pleasant experience, but she could not object. Worse still was the burning humiliation of being used in every orifice by the man with absolutely no power to object or hinder. As the man continued to pound her in her asshole, she could only bite down onto her gag and endure.

 

Finally, Purgatori could feel the hot flush of the man’s ejaculation flood her rectum. The man sighed with satisfaction, and withdrew his shrinking member from her hole. She could feel the sperm come out of her hole and trickle down her crotch pass her cunt. The man then picked up the anal plug, and shoved it back into place again. The plug slipped in easily, from the lubricant still on it, and from the sperm now in her. Next, the man strapped up the chastity belt again, making sure that it was buckled tightly and snugly, pressing the two monsters deeper into her, before feeding her. Then, the man left her, climbing up the staircase and switching off the light, once more leaving her alone in her captivity. 

 

From that point onwards, Purgatori was exploited in all her holes. She would be used randomly in her mouth, vagina or asshole. When the man was up to it, she would even be used in all her holes, one after another until the man was too exhausted to raise his penis up again. Her life descended into a never ending cycle of feeding and being used as a sex slave. Her complete isolation, as well as the sexual torments from the vibrators inserted into her, from her repeated rapes ate away at her mind, dulling it until she could think of little else but the satisfaction of her blood and sexual hunger.

 

As the man was now the sole source of satisfying those needs, Purgatori’s mind began to revolve around the man too. She longed for his next visit, to feed her and to use her. There were moments when her mind broke out of its stupor long enough to become alarmed at how she was becoming so dependent on the man, but then her hunger and sexual needs took over again, and she would again pine for the man’s next visit.

 

As Purgatori’s captivity stretched, thoughts of vengeance and escape receded further and further into the back of her mind, as she became ever more fixated on those needs.Increasingly, as Purgatori’s defiance ebbed away, she became more and more compliant to the man’s demands. She worked hard to meet the man’s expectations. The man had little to complain about as he used her as his fuck toy, having only to feed her.

 

Purgatori raised her head as she heard the sound of the door to the basement being swung open. Instantly, her body tensed with expectation that she was about to be satiated in blood and in sex. The man appeared, coming down the staircase, step by step, carrying a bucket in his hand.

 

The man placed the bucket at a corner of the basement before going around to Purgatori’s rear. He unbuckled the crotch piece of the chastity belt, and she thought that he was about to make use of her again, and raised her butt almost unconsciously. She did not see the man smile at this automatic act of submission. He grasped the end of the dildo in her vagina, and pulled it out. A juice slimed object came out, drawing a sticky trail of liquid after it. He dropped the dildo onto the floor, then grasped the base of the butt-plug and pulled it free of her hole as well. It exited her anus with an audible pop, and he dropped it onto the floor.

 

The man now picked up the hose that had laid unused for quite a while now. He came back to the kneeling captive, and turned the nozzle on. A powerful jet of cold water hit Purgatori in her crotch, causing her to buck and moan. The man then played the jet of water forward and to her side. The jet of water hit Purgatori squarely on the side of her right breast, causing it to swing, knocking against her left breast. Then the man moved forward and around her, continuing to spray her with the hose until the naked parts of her body were wet. The man turned off the nozzle and picked up the bucket. He came over to her, and placed it on the floor, and took a thick sponge and a bottle from inside the bucket. He uncapped the plastic bottle and squeezed a generous amount of blue liquid from within it onto the sponge. Then he plop the sponge onto Purgatori’s butt, and began to rub, lathering the liquid into a thick soapy foam.

 

The man cleaned Purgatori’s body with the sponge, beginning with her buttocks first, before rubbing her crotch vigorously, pressing the sponge into her vagina and her asshole which had been considerably loosened by the prolonged residence of the butt plug. As he did so, Purgatori moaned into her gag at the sensation coming from her nether regions.

 

After the man had cleaned her rear, he began to move forward, rubbing the rest of her body, paying particularly closed attention to her breasts, kneading the large mounds as he soap them up. Purgatori moaned again, and she could feel herself becoming aroused once more. She backed her rear as much as she could towards the man. The man ignored her and stood up. He dropped the sponge into the bucket and picked up the hose again. Within a few moments, he had sprayed the soap off the body of the captive vampiress, leaving her exposed skin gleaming a crimson red.

 

The man now walked up to the steel drawers, and took an item from a drawer. It looked like a corset made of glossy black PVC, but of much smaller size. Purgatori recognised it as a posture collar. The man came over to her and placed the collar around her throat. He mated up the back of the collar behind her, and she could feel the collar began to constrict as the man clinched up the three buckles in the back of the collar. When it was fully done up, Purgatori found that she could hardly move her head at all, and she was forced to look forward. She could also feel the stiff bones inserted at regular intervals in the collar.

 

With the collar in place around Purgatori’s neck, the man walked back to the drawers again, and returned with an elaborate black leather head harness. It consisted of a black leather cup that the man placed around Purgatori’s jaws, enclosing them entirely and covering her open mouth. Two pairs of straps were fitted to the circumference of the cup. One pair were pulled around behind her neck and buckled tightly in place. The other was pulled up around the top of her head, and buckled tightly just behind her horns. When the man was done, he walked around behind her, and she could hear a click as her wrist manacles were linked together once more.

 

The man went back to the drawers, and retrieved a short length of chain that could not have been more than a foot in length. It had snap-hooks on either end. He went round behind her, and she could hear the hooks being snapped in place to her ankle manacles. Then she felt the snap-hooks that had secured her ankle manacles to the iron staples on the ground. For the first time in ages, she could now bring her legs together if she wanted to, but she did not.

 

The man walked back to the switch on the wall, and now lowered Purgatori’s arms.

 

“On your feet, slave!” the man barked. Purgatori obeyed, but having kneeled for so long, she got up only slowly and unsteadily onto her high-heeled feet. Finally, she was standing upright, towering over the man as he walked up to her and attacked a short leather leash to a D-ring on the front of her collar.

 

The man led Purgatori up the staircase, tugging impatiently on her leash as she negotiated the steep steps with her weak legs and the short chain linking her ankles. Her breasts juggled as she struggled, a sight that brought a momentary smile to the man’s lips before he forced his visage to return to a cold and cruel stare. Finally, she got to the final step of the staircase, and stepped out of the basement that she had spent such a long period of time in.

 

Purgatori found that the exit to the basement had led directly into a garage. A van had been parked in garage, with its rear open and facing her. The man led her up a ramp placed before the opening. Her high heels clanged on the steel of the ramp as she took the few steps up into the van.

 

Inside the van, Purgatori saw that a steel frame had been fitted to the floor of the van. Its base was a broad and firm H shape, with the two sides resting against the sides of the van, and bolted firmly to the floor. The middle shank of the H was fitted with a steel post that rose up a couple of feet. A second post was telescoped within this post, held up in position by a screw with a plastic turning knob. A cross bar, placed front-to-back along the centre axis of the van, had been affixed to the top of this post. Two steel shanks rose up from the bar, the front one being taller than the one in the rear, gleaming in the LED lights fixed to the roof of the rear of the van.

 

The man led Purgatori towards the upright post. She was turned around, and backed over the post, standing with the bar between her legs. Her crotch just managed to clear the tip of the shanks with their blunt tips.

 

“Spread your legs, slave.” The man ordered. Purgatori obeyed, spreading her legs as far as the chain connecting her ankle manacles would allow. The man picked up took a snap-hook attached to the end of a short chain secured to an eyebolt wielded to the side of the H-frame, and snapped it onto her right ankle manacle. Then he went round to her left, and did the same with another short chain and snap-hook. Purgatori was now chained standing with her legs spread open.

 

The man took something out of his pocket. It was a small plastic bulb with a tip containing liquid. The man pulled off a cap covering the tip, and squeezed the liquid onto the tip of the shank. The viscous liquid flowed slowly down the bodies of the shanks as the man dropped the bulb onto the floor. He now went round to her back, and loosened the screw using the turning knob. Once the inner post became free, the man took the bar firmly, and pushed it up.

 

Purgatori felt the cold blunt tip of the first shank touch vagina lips. She sucked in her breath as the shank pushed aside her vagina lips and penetrated into the inner sanctum of her vagina. As it continued to go up into her, she felt the tip of the rear shank touch her anus. With the sphincter still loose after the prolonged stretching of the butt-plug, it offered little resistance as the shank rose up into her rectum. Then, finally, she felt the bar to which the shanks were attached press against her crotch. The man continued pushing up the post such that Purgatori was forced to rise slightly on her toes. At this point, the man stopped pushing up and quickly screwed the post in place.

 

The man went behind Purgatori. She twisted her body around to watch the man out of the corner of her eye as he took a short chain attached to a hand-cranked winch attached by steel bolts to the roof of the van behind her. The chain had a snap-hook on it, which he attached to her wrist manacles. Then he turned the crank on the winch, and she felt her arms being pulled up and back, until her arms were parallel to the floor on either side of her wings, still encased in its thick rubber sheath, forcing her to lean her body forward.

 

The man was not done with Purgatori yet. He knelt down and picked up something from the floor of the van. It was a steel ring that could be opened in half, with the two halves hinged. The ends of each halves had a tooth that fitted together to lock the halves in place. The man went round to Purgatori’s front. He opened the ring, and encompassed the base of her right breast with it. As he snapped it in place, she could feel the cold steel tighten around her flesh, biting into it, causing her to wince involuntarily. The man picked up a second ring, and did the same with her left breast.

 

The man went to Purgatori’s right side. He picked up a light chain attached to the forward tip of the H-frame with a small snap-hook attached to its end. He went up to Purgatori, and mated up the snap-hook to the constricting ring around her right breast. He had to pull her body forward slightly to fit the hook into place, such was the length of the chain. He then went round, and picked up a second chain with snap-hook, and secured the steel ring around her left breast to the H-frame.

 

Purgatori was now held firmly in a forward leaning position. It was agonisingly stressful. Her arms were pulled back behind her in an awkward strappado. Her breasts were being horribly squeezed by the steel rings around them, and were pulled forward and to the sides by the light chains, which in turn forced her to arch her body forward to relief some of the stress. Her legs were spread open, and with her forward leaning posture, she was forced to put an inordinate amount of pressure onto the bar on which she was ‘sitting’, grinding her crotch down onto the two large shanks nestled within her.

 

The man stepped out of the van. He soon returned with a pile of cardboard boxes, which he placed just in front of Purgatori. He went back and retrieved more boxes, stacking them up before her. He repeated the process until she was now completely hidden from view from the outside. Then, she heard the man slam the door shut. The man went round to the driving compartment of the van, climbed in, and started the engine. Purgatori could hear the door on the driver side slam shut, and then garage door opened. With that, the van started moving. As it rolled forward, a moan escaped Purgatori’s gagged lips as her body shifted in its uncomfortable bondage, stressing her arms, legs, breasts, vagina and anus.

 

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The van finally came to a halt after a long period of travel. By then, Purgatori was feeling very sore throughout her body. Slowly, the boxes were removed, and the man climbed into the rear of the van to release her from her bondage. As the steel rings were removed from her breasts, and the shanks lowered down out of her, she let out a sigh. Once released from the frame, Purgatori was led out of the van by the leash still attached to her collar.

 

It was night. A moon shone down onto an urban wasteland with crumbling warehouses, rusting steel towers and broken windows. The dim lights of a city – the skyline of which was unfamiliar to Purgatori – shone in the distance. Closer to where they are, but still to far for her to glimpse more than a dark shape, was the stone tower of a church. But it was a style she knew belonged to the Eastern Orthodox. She realized that she was no longer in North America, but somewhere in Eastern Europe. The man must have brought her all the way across Europe when she was first captured and placed in rubber bondage.

 

The man had stopped in front of a large factory building. Two tiny spots of light approached them. They were the burning tips of cigarettes. As they got nearer, Purgatori could see the men smoking them. They wore heavy dark windbreakers and black balaclava rolled up around the crown of their heads. Both had AK-type assault rifles slung across their chests. When they saw the man, they stepped aside to let him past, ogling the bound vampiress as she was led pass them by her leash.

 

The man took her by the reins and led her towards the factory building. Her high heel booted feet slipped and glided on the loose gravel on the ground, but the man led her on remorselessly, tugging her leash insistently. The chain linking her ankles together did not help, and she almost tripped on the chain as it tangled her feet. Finally, they came to a steel door at the bottom of one of the massive walls. There was a CCTV camera mounted above the door, and someone must have been monitoring its output, for the door cracked open as the man and his captive approached, admitting them into the inner sanctum of the building.

 

As Purgatori entered the building, a familiar smell immediately hit her. Blood! The rusty smell of dried blood! Her eyes widened as she looked around. The interior had no electric lighting. Instead, there were large black candles burning on six-feet tall candle stands placed at regular intervals. The walls and floor of the building was lined with utilitarian white tiles. These were splattered with blood that had since dried. A series of iron pillars supported a suspension track looping around the factory. Steel hooks hung from chains attached to trains on the track at regular intervals. The hooks had dried blood on them too. It was not difficult to see that this place was a former slaughter house.

 

There were a couple of guards here as well, cradling AK’s, but they were dressed differently from the guards outside. They wore glossy black PVC uniforms that hug their sculpted bodies from neck down to tall steel-toed bikers boots. Their heads were covered by glossy black gas-masks that had tiny eye-holes and respiration tubes that ran out from where their noses were down to leather boxes clipped to a belt around their waist.

 

Purgatori’s eyes rested on the cylindrical grenades clipped to their belts next to the box. They had NO1 notched on them in bright yellow letters, with bright red bands above and below. They contained a powerful knockout gas. These were not the only items on the belt. Next to the canisters were black plastic objects that looked like holsters, but which Purgatori knew to be Taser guns. And both men held what looked like batons, but which were cattle-prods.

 

“Move it, slave!” the man said, leading her pass the two guards. But the smell of blood had made Purgatori restless, and she was a bit too slow to follow the man’s command. The man signalled to one of the guards, who stepped forward, extending his cattle prod which he planted in Purgatori’s right butt.

 

“HHHHHRK!” Purgatori screamed as the probe jolted her. She stumbled a few steps forward, getting away from the probe.

 

“That’s better. Remember that lesson, slave!” the man said as Purgatori followed him sullenly. They walked towards the centre of the slaughter house. There were rows and rows of cages, with walls and roof made from chain-link fencing enclosing a strong cubical frame that could not be larger than two metres on each sides. Most of the cages were occupied, with women in various stages of undress. Most were bound in chains. All were either muzzled or gagged.

 

From a distance, it seemed as if all had been shaved bald and oiled, but as Purgatori got nearer to the cages, she realized that she was mistaken. The women were in fact squeezed into latex catsuits and helmets that encompassed them completely from head to toe, with only holes for their eyes, noses and mouths.

 

Purgatori saw more guards now. Some were dressed like the guards at the door, but others, while still wearing gas masks, wore black PVC aprons over black PVC overall boots. A group of the latter were inspecting a captive that had been spread-eagled between two iron I-beam pillars, kneading her breasts and fingering her crotch despite the gagged protests of the captive and the tears streaming out of her eyes.

 

The woman had not been clad in latex yet, but the neatly folded pile of latex on a table next to the captive showed that this would soon be remedied. Next to the table, on the floor, was a pile of carelessly discarded clothing of black and red PVC, with a pair of cut-up boots that had obviously been taken from the woman.

 

The woman was struggling vigorously with the chains that bound her wrists and ankles. She was a fine looking woman, with long limbs, a long body, trim waist and heavy breasts that juggled as she fought her captors. Her bright red hair was tousled as she shook her head wildly. Her green eyes were the size of saucers and her jaws were opened wide as she hissed in defiance against the treatment. Purgatori saw the canine fangs as she curled back her upper lip. A vampiress too!

 

The two captive’s eyes met as Purgatori came nearer. For a moment, both beheld what they had become, from hunters of the night at the top of the food chain to nothing more than sex slaves for humans.

 

“That one’s a new capture.” The man explained as they walked past the scene, “They always take a while to accept their fate. Vampiress are the best ‘recruits’. You have dropped off the radar already, for all intents and purposes, hiding in the shadows. And unlike homeless people or prostitutes, you generally are healthy specimens. And you can last for a very long time, unlike human women.”

 

Purgatori grasped the horror behind what he was saying. She would be a sex slave for a very long time, and unlike humans, she could not hope for liberation even from death. If they feed her blood, she could be a slave forever.

 

The man had led his captive past the other chained vampiress now. They came to a spot that had been curtained off. As they approached, the curtains parted to allow them to step into an area filled with people. It was set up like a cocktail area, with tall tables distributed around. Men and women dressed in fetish costume and gear throng the place, holding drinks or eating oeuvres. They were served by maids wearing fetish costumes as well.

 

The maid costumes consisted of a severe black PVC corset that clinched in their waist tightly, emphasising the swell of their hips, which also proffered up their breasts, squeezing them in to form a deep cleavage. The skirt of the costumes had only the rear panel, which were flared back, exposing their naked crotch. All had a leather strap that ran down from the corset over their crotch like chastity belts. All wore fishnet stockings attached to suspenders fitted to the hem of the corset. All wore black PVC ankle boots that had tall six-inch heels.

 

All the maids’ heads were heavily encased in a black PVC helmet that covered their heads entirely, but with a mouthpiece inserted that kept their jaws open. The only means of vision were via two small glossy black eye-pieces inserted into the helmet. To complete their costume, they all wore black PVC bondage mittens that were cuffed around their wrists by heavy leather bands, with which they had to hold up serving trays.

 

The man tugged on Purgatori’s leash again, and led her towards the rear of the area. In front of a wall was a plush sofa, and sitting on it was an African woman.

 

Her body was well built with broad shoulders, although her limbs were slender and long. Unlike the dominant style in the chamber, her hair had not been shaved off, although it was only short blonde fuzz. She was dressed in a glossy black latex catsuit that covered her body from head to toe. Around her waist she wore a corset which squeezed her already trim waist further. Her two large breasts were exposed before her, held up and squeezed together by the corset, their purple nipples proud and dominant in the mounds of dark brown. The crotch of the catsuit had a long zip that ran from her waist in front, to the back, and it was open, to reveal her shaved crotch. To complete the outfit, she wore thigh-length black PVC high-heeled boots and a pair of black latex gloves.

 

The African woman’s legs were spread before her, with one leg straight out, while the other bent and resting on the sofa. Her right hand held a leash that was connected to the collar of a slave kneeling in front of her crotch. The head of the slave was moving, and Purgatori recognised the motion as that of a slave licking her mistress’s clit and cunt. The African woman had a riding crop in her left hand, which she idly swung against the woman’s rump to encourage her efforts.

 

As the man approached with Purgatori, the woman looked up, and her eyes lit up.

 

“My … welcome back James. It’s so nice to see you again. And what a prize you have captured for yourself! The infamous Purgatori, is it?”

 

“My dear mistress, how are you.” The man said, smiling, and not without a hint of pride in his voice, “How do you do? I see that you have yourself a new slave since I last visited.”

 

“This is not my slave. George is away, so he’s kind enough to let me have his favourite plaything.” The woman said.

 

“That’s enough slave.” The woman ordered. The slave withdrew her head and sat back into a kneeling position, as the woman turned and then stood up. She walked over to inspect the chained Purgatori. She reached out with her hands and touched Purgatori’s breasts.

 

“Magnificent.” The woman breathed, “You guys have all the fun.”

 

“I see that you’ve gotten yourself a new one as well. I just past her on the way in. She’s quite a catch as well.”

 

“Oh yes.” The woman said, smiling, “But she’s not a full vampire. She’s a dhampir.”

 

Purgatori was not paying attention to what the woman was saying. Her eyes rested on the slave kneeling on the floor. She had turned now to look at the new arrivals, and their eyes met.

 

Even in a kneeling position, it was clear that the slave was unusually tall, perhaps of the same height as Purgatori. She wore high-heeled glossy black PVC boots that reached all the way to the crotch. The boots were in the ballet style, which forced the slave to extend her feet straight back, with heels that must have been at least seven-inches in height. To further constrict her leg movements, thick glossy black leather belts had been used to strap each of her ankles to her knees, frog-tying her.

 

The woman’s arms had been pulled back cruelly behind her and her elbows pressed against one another. They were now encased by a glossy red sleeve that covered them from elbows down to her finger tips. It had black lacings running from the top down to the tip. The lacings were done up tightly to keep the lower arms pressed against one another. Glossy red shoulder straps sprung up from the top of the sleeve, loop over her shoulders and under her armpits before mating up to the sleeve again to keep the sleeve up around her arms.

 

The woman’s head was completely encased in a glossy black rubber helmet. The helmet had been moulded in the shape of the head of a mannequin. Its pale beige face was painted like the make-up face of a sex doll, with rouged cheeks and exaggerated eyelashes. There were tiny eyeholes where the eyes should be, and the black top and side of the helmet was moulded in the shape of a china-doll hairstyle, with a square fringe across the top of the face, just above the eyes. The mouth was wide open, with the thick bright lips encircling a short black tube that punctuated into her mouth, and held in place by a thick leather strap. Purgatori could see her tongue through the hole. From the stains around the hole, it was obvious that that hole had been well used.

 

But the most striking thing about the slave was her costume. The slave was wearing a thick glossy red chastity belt. The design was different, however, from most that Purgatori had seen previously. It was skimpier, with a more thong like appearance, although the thick leather was much stronger than the usual flimsy material used for that type of undergarment. Thin leather belts reached up over both the slave’s prominent hips, holding up a crotch piece that pressed tightly against her vulva. Two red caps could be seen on the crotch piece. They were obviously the ends of a dildo and a butt-plug, inserted into the woman.

 

Around the throat, the slave was wearing a posture collar similar to the one Purgatori was wearing, except that it was white in collar. There were also two additions to the top of the collar, triangles that rose up almost to the level of the cheeks of the helmet, like the rising tips of a white winged collar. The collar had a large steel ring attached to the bottom of the front. This rested against the woman’s chest, above her cleavage. Two red belts of glossy PVC were attached to the ring. The belts were pulled apart, passing over the firm heavy breasts of the slave before going down to either side of her, and attached to the chastity belt over her hips. 

 

Perhaps Purgatori’s mind had been slowed by her prolonged captivity and torture, but it took her a while to recognise the severe bondage of the woman was a caricature of a costume that she had seen before. Then recognition suddenly dawned in her.

 

“Vampirella.” Purgatori thought, the chilling hand of shock racing up her spine. She realized then that she was looking at her own fate, being reduced to nothing more than a sex doll.

 

Perhaps it was that the blood that Puragtori had smelt earlier had already made her more defiant. Perhaps it was the sight of another powerful vampiress being reduced to such a piteous state. Perhaps it was an unconscious recognition that the man was temporarily distracted in his conversation with the African woman. He was certainly unprepared when Purgatori suddenly turned and lunged away from him. The leash was torn out of his grasp as she bolted for the curtain to her left. In a moment, she was through it, in the darkness of the slaughter house floor beyond.

 

Purgatori could hear the shouts raising the alarm behind her as she ran as fast as she could with the short chain linking her ankles and her high heels. She ran wildly like a wild animal, without direction, seeking only to put as much distance between herself and her captors. She cursed the fact that her wings were still entrapped within their rubber prison, unable to spread open and carry her away from danger.

 

There were heavy boot steps behind her now. Purgatori angled away from the noise, and ran towards what looked like an exit. The men were shouting. They had seen her. They were shouting at one another like men on a hunt, trying to corner her.

 

Purgatori tried to run faster, but her bondage hobbled her. Her breasts juggled before her as she twisted and turned her body in an effort to gain more speed.

 

Suddenly a dark shadow stepped out from behind a pillar in front of her, a black PVC clad guard. Purgatori twisted away from his grasping arms, and heard the guard fall heavily to the ground behind her. She continued in her reckless escape attempt.

 

Then Purgatori felt two tiny bites on her ass. The next moment, she felt a powerful jolt run up her ass throughout her body.

 

“URRRK!” Purgatori screamed into her ring-gag, and then she was down, falling heavily onto the floor, her body convulsing from the Taser charge that had been shot into her body. In a moment, heavy black shadows surrounded her, ringing her with a forest of cattle prods. Then, she was hit again and again with the prods.

 

“URRRGK! GRRRK! URRRRRRG!” Purgatori screamed again and again as her body writhed from the assault.

 

“Gas that bitch. I don’t want her marked!” came a distant voice. A canister dropped onto the floor next to Purgatori. There was a brief pause, than a pop and a shower of spark came from the top of the canister. Gas began to escape. Purgatori was too weakened by her ordeal to even try to hold her breath as the gas cloaked her supine body. In a moment, the darkness of unconsciousness claimed her.

 

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Purgatori regained consciousness to a world of agony. In her unconsciousness, she had been spread-eagled between two I-beams. It was a very secure and stringent bondage. Not only were her wrists and ankles chained thoroughly with chains, but her upper-arms had been chained at a point just above her elbows, and her thighs had been chained above her knees. These chains stretched away from the crimson captive to the beams where they were fed into industrial-strength winches, then winched tight.

 

Purgatori’s wings had been freed from their rubber prison, but now, they were spread wide open behind her, unfurled into their full span. Hooks had pierced the membrane of her wings along the arms and first fingers of the wings, hooks attached to smaller chains of their own that radiated outwards away from the wings to the pillars on either side of her, and the I-beam above her, attached to winches that had been ratcheted to keep the chains taut.

 

These were, of course, insufficient punishment for Purgatori’s foolish escape attempt. Two rings had been attached to her breasts again, and chains attached to them, stretching upwards to the beam above her head, attached to winches. This squeezed and pulled up her heavy breasts. Behind and below her, a large hook had been inserted into her anus, the end of which was attached to another chain that too stretched up to the beam above her head, also ending up in a winch.

 

Purgatori’s bondage had been arranged such that much she was suspended about a metre off the floor. Much of the weight of her suspension was not bore by the chains that held her limbs or her wings, but by the rings binding her breasts, and the hook in her ass. The stress of these attachments had caused Purgatori endless agony as her breasts became discoloured and her asshole was stretched.

 

Purgatori had been stripped completely naked. Even her boots and her gloves, the only items of clothing that remained after her prolonged imprisonment in the man’s basement had been removed. Her chastity belt had been removed too, as well as her gag. The former had been removed to allow the hook to be used on her anus. Her captors had not wanted the belt to help distribute the weight in anyway and relieve some of the torment. The belt had also been removed to allow free access to her cunt. Her vagina had then been used mercilessly.

 

When Purgatori had first recovered consciousness, a machine had been placed between her widely spread legs. This machine had a shank that rose high up, ending with a black rubber dildo. This dildo was larger than any that she had seen before, and she had been cruelly informed by the man, her captor, that it was the size of a bull’s penis. In addition to its length and girth, its porcupine-like surface was full of rubbery spikes. Being made of hard rubber, these spikes would yield slightly, but still retained a certain degree of hardness.

 

The dildo had been thoroughly lubricated, but when it entered her, Purgatori had screamed. It had stretched her to the limits, such that she felt that she would be ripped apart. The spikes added to the torture as the dildo entered her remorselessly until she thought that it had been shoved all the way into her uterus. Then the machine had been started, and the dildo began to ram up and down her tract. It became faster and faster until it was like the arm of a railway engine, shoving fast and hard, rocking Purgatori to the core. Purgatori could only scream and scream.

 

Purgatori had been put on the machines dozens of times, and each session seemed to last for hours. She would lose consciousness before each session ended. She would then be given a ‘break’. But this break was not much better than being rammed hard by the dildo. In her unconsciousness, a hole had been pierced through the flesh of her clitoris. A gleaming ring had then been fitted through the hole. Even now, Purgatori could feel the burning that came from the ring. It was a ring made of silver, and silver burns her. Her captors surely knew that, but they seemed determined to be cruel.

 

A second dildo had then being used on her. It was not attached to any machine, and it was much smaller and shorter than the monster that they had been using on her, but it had longer and harder spikes on its bodies. It had been shoved into her. Its end had a snap-hook attached, which is then secured to the clitoris ring attached to her. Thus the entire weight of the dildo – quite considerable – was then rested on the ring, dragging it down, adding to the vampiress’ ordeal.

 

To add to her agony, the place of Purgatori’s bondage was right in the curtained off area. Her raised position was clearly visible to all the fetish party-goers who gathered there night after night, who came to admire her predicament as if she were a sculpture or a work of art. They applauded when she screamed in agony. Being put on public display like this only added to her torments.

 

 

Finally, after what seemed to be weeks of suspension, Purgatori was finally freed from her bondage. The man came, with guards, and a maid pushing a steel chest of drawers fitted with coasters.

 

At the man’s command, Purgatori was lowered gently to the floor by turning the winches her chains were attached too, but not by releasing her chains. This kept her effectively bound. Her captors were not taking any chances with her.

 

Purgatori was lowered into a kneeling position. She was too weakened by her torture and by the fact that she had not been fed since she was recaptured, so she could hardly stand. All the same, the man took a large black ball-gag and stuffed it in her mouth, strapping it in place around her head.

 

The man knelt down, and unclipped the snap-hook of the dildo from the clitoris ring, and then pulled the dildo out. Purgatori moaned as the object slide out of her, its stiff spikes irritating her vagina wall. Then he went around her, and took out the anus hook. Finally, the man opened the rings binding her breasts and released the fleshy melons.

 

After that, the man retrieved a garment from the chest of drawers. He held it up for her to see. It was made a red bodysuit with a high neck, but made of thick transparent latex. Its crotch had been undone, and the long zip that ran down its back had been fully opened. The man unzipped the two lengths of zip that ran down each side of the collar down to the shoulder as he came back to Purgatori.

 

The man placed the garment around Purgatori. She could feel the slippery clamminess of the lubricant on its inner surface as it touched her. The left shoulder of the costume was gathered over her own left shoulder, and the ends of the open-ended zip mated up. The zip was pulled up. The same was done with the other shoulder. The man reached down, and grasped both ends of the crotch piece. They were mated up and attached up using the snap-buttons fitted to their ends. But there was a slit along the crotch piece that Purgatori had not noticed, and it left her vulva exposed from her clitoris back to her asshole. Finally, the long zip behind was pulled up, tightening the garment around the captive until it adhered to her like a second skin.

 

The man picked up a sleeve made of the same material as the bodysuit. This sleeve had an open-ended zip that ran down its entire length. He opened the zip completely, and then released her right wrist from its chain. Her right elbow was still chained up, so she could not fight much as he placed the sleeve around her lower arm and mated up the ends of the zip. The inside had been lubricated too. Zipping the sleeve part way up, the man chained her wrist again, before unchaining her elbow. Finally, he zipped the sleeve all the way up. Adjusting the upper end of the sleeve, he moved it into position such that its edge mated up with the front edge of the right armhole of the bodysuit. These edges too had open-ended zip, and in a moment, the man attached the sleeve to the bodysuit by means of the zip. The process was repeated with her other arm.

 

The man now took a trouser leg from the drawers. It was constructed form the same material and design as the sleeves, and it fitted to the bodysuit in the same way. Again, the man put it on his captive carefully, by first releasing the ankle, fitting the leg partway up her lower leg, chaining up her ankle again, then releasing her thigh, and zipping the leg fully up, before fitting the top of the leg to the leg-hole of the bodysuit. The same was done with the other leg.

 

Purgatori was now dressed from neck down to her ankles and wrists in red latex. Her naked body could be seen clearly through the material. Her large breasts strained against the material, pressing its crimson nipples against it.

 

The man took another garment from the drawers. This was a chastity belt, made of heavy black rubber. It had belts that rose up from the corners of the crotch-piece, rubber belts that were reinforced by steel plates and the ends fitted with locks. The crotch-piece was interesting in that it had two short rubber tubes in holes that had been pierced through it, one after the other. The man bent down, and placed the mouths of the tube against Purgatori’s anus and vagina. With a push, he thrust the mouths of the tube into her. Then he pulled up on the belts, and locked the garment into place over her hips.

 

The holes that remained in Purgatori’s chastity belt were not to be left unplugged for long. A guard came forward and handed the man two familiar black rubber objects, a short and fat butt plug, and a long and thin dildo. Both had wires running out of their ends, as well as tubes that had pump bulbs attached to the other end. The man slipped these through the orifices held open by the tubes of the chastity belt. They screwed into place inside of the vampiress.

 

The man was handed another piece of black rubber garment. He showed it briefly to Purgatori. She saw that it was almost a facsimile of the bra-top that she had surrendered to the man so long ago. Except that it was made of glossy red rubber, and had locks in the back and at the tips of the halter neck. Except that the inside of its cups were fitted with rubbery spikes. Except that it had wires and rubber tubes with pump bulbs running out of the cups. Except that it exaggerated her form beyond its already impressive dimension by several factors, like torpedoes. When the man strapped the contraption onto her, and shoved her breasts into the cups, she could feel the spikes pressing against her flesh through the latex bodysuit.

 

The man picked up a bondage mitten made of heavy rubber from the drawers. He slipped the mitten over the right hand of Purgatori, and then closed the heavy rubber cuff ringing the top of the mitten over her wrist, just below the chains. This cuff was reinforced by a thick steel band fitted with a lock, which clicked shut with a sharp report. A second mitten went around her left hand. Purgatori flexed her hands slightly, and found the rubber encasing them to be stiff and unresponsive. Her hands had been reduced to useless paddles.

 

The man turned his attention back to her legs. He released Purgatori’s left ankle first. With her left thigh still chained, and with her still kneeling, she could do little to fight. The man retrieved a knee-length ballet-boot from the drawer. He pulled her foot back and slipped it into the boot. Pulling up the length of the boot around her lower leg, he laced up the boot tightly. When it was done, her foot was trapped pointing straight down. The man chained up her left ankle again before putting another ballet boot on her right leg in similar fashion.

 

Only Purgatori’s head and wings were now uncovered. Her wings stuck out behind her through the armholes, the rear of which stretched back towards the centre of the back. The back of her shoulders were not naked though, but covered by the back of the sleeves. The edge of the sleeves and the armhole encircled the roots of the wings.

 

Releasing most of the hooks attached to her right wing, the man folded Purgatori’s wing, and then used a steel ring to clamp the wings in a folded position. Then he took a can of red latex liquid, and began to brush the material up and down the wing. He coated her wing several times, applying the material with a brush which he also used to smooth the viscous liquid over the contours of her wings. Then, the maid came forward with a hair-dryer, and blasted hot air over the liquid. Slowly, the liquid hardened around her wing, until finally, when the man released the final hook holding up her wing and the steel ring, she found that she could not unfold them. The man touched up with the spots that had not yet been covered before moving on to her left wing.

 

The entire process of putting her progressively into latex took hours. Finally, the only part of her body left uncovered was her head. The man signalled, and one of the guards came forward with a cardboard box, which the latter opened. The man reached in, and took out an object. Purgatori found herself looking at a moulded latex helmet, similar to the one that had been placed on Vampirella. Its face was crimson, and it had black moulded latex headpiece that outlined a bobbed china-doll hairstyle with a square fringe. Its mouth was held perpetually open by a short steel tube, hidden behind exaggeratedly plump red limps of the helmet’s face. The eyeholes were fitted with reflective lenses that would hide the eyes underneath. Finally, the helmet had two beige horns that emerged out on top, perfectly mimicking the sizes and positions of her own horns.

 

As the man was retrieving the helmet, the maid had taken an electric razor and gone behind Purgatori. With sure strokes, the maid began to shave the long raven black hair off Purgatori’s head. When she was done, she took a shaving razor, and some shaving gel, and removed the remaining fuzz left over from the razoring. Purgatori was now completely bald. Finally, the maid used a damp sponge to wipe off any cut hair.

 

The man now approached Purgatori with her final piece of latex costume. One of the guards now removed the ball-gag in her mouth. The man stood over her with the helmet.

 

“Any last words before I put you in this helmet forever?” the man asked.

 

“Please … don’t … I beg you!” Purgatori said, as tears appeared out of the corner of her eyes.

 

The man laughed derisively. Ignoring Purgatori’s plea, he placed the helmet over her head, slipping it down her horns. The guard standing behind then her grabbed her horns and pulled her head back, forcing her to part her jaws. The man slipped the end of the tube behind the mouth of the costume into her mouth easily. Then the helmet was pulled back over the rest of her face, completely covering it. It was then closed behind her. She heard a zip being pulled down behind her head as the helmet tightened around her head, squeezing it slightly. Then, there was a click as the lock at the neck of the helmet was locked in place. 

 

The man now released Purgatori from all the chains that bound her. Although freed, she was too weak to move as the guards picked her up and half-dragged her to the front of a mirror. She looked at her own reflection, at the latex covered form, at her helmet covered face. All she saw was a cartoon of herself, completely sexualised. Underneath her helmet, tears began to stream.

 

The man was not done with her yet. He came up to her with a black rubber bulb in his hand. He shoved it into her mouth. It had a long tube that came out the other end, with a pump bulb at the other end. Then he pumped the bulb. The rubber bulb in her mouth began to inflate, crushing her tongue down and filling her mouth with its foul taste. Then, he reached down and grasped both the bulbs dangling from her bra. He pumped those as well, and instantly, she felt as if powerful spiky hands were slowly squeezing her breasts, harder and harder. She could only moan.

 

Finally, the man reached down and took the bulbs dangling between her legs. She braced herself for what she knew would come. The butt plug and the dildo inside of her inflated, filling her rectum and vagina completely, straining them until she felt as if she would burst.

 

“Bring her to the cage.” The man ordered.

 

Purgatori was dragged through the factory until they came to a spot where there was a spherical cage. It was opened like an oyster, hinged on its rear. Purgatori was shoved unceremoniously into the lower half, then the top was lowered down on her and bolted in place. Without much ado, the cage was winched up into the air, with its captive kneeling inside. There it swung for a few times before it finally came to rest.

 

Then, without warning, buzzing sounds came from the dildo, the butt-plug inserted into Purgatori, as well as the cups of Purgatori’s bra. Purgatori tried to scream but the rubber gag in her mouth kept her silent. All she could do was thrashed and moan in her cage as her enslavers watched and laugh below.

 

+++++

 

The new show was an instant hit.

 

Two vampiress dolls mixing it up together on stage. They had been placed within a gigantic Perspex sphere, on a bed covered with white latex sheets. Both were encased from head to toe in latex, wore ballet boots and fetish costumes that resembled what they wore in their freedom. With their heads covered in latex helmets, the pair went about their show, using their tongues to lick each other, making lesbian love to each other for the profit of their masters, as thousands of eyes watched the pair from the seats ringing the sphere. Even more eyes peered at them from behind computer screens worldwide through internet subscription service.

 

But the pair, encased in their latex prison ignored all that. All thoughts of dignity, of freedom, of independence had long since been banished form their minds by their ordeals. The one with the white winged collar and the red bikini chastity costume had been in bondage far longer, and had long since had her will broken. The one in the black rubber bikinis was newer, but she was no less compliant.

 

Both were enwrapped with one another, with their long legs encircling the other’s torso and arms in a 69 position. The red skinned one worked her long serpentine tongue expertly into the other’s vagina, through the hole in her helmet, working it like a penis, while the other did worked no less expertly with her shorter but more experienced tongue.

 

When both exploded with ecstasy at the ministrations of the other slave, the audiences broke into cheers. The slaves could not hear them through the sphere. Nor could they see them through the filtered lenses of the eyepieces they had been fitted with. They could only see vague images of one another. But all that did not matter. They had done what they had been broken and trained to do, and they had done it well. They were happy.