This is a prequel to the stories
‘Breaking Purgatori’ and ‘Breaking Bloodrayne’.
Breaking Vampirella Part 1
Chapter 1
It was a night with a full moon
that shone so brightly that even if Vampirella did not have extra sensitive
night vision, she could have seen the scenery passing below here clearly as she
flew over the bright neon-lit cityscape. If someone on the streets below had
but looked up, they would probably stand a high chance of seeing a shape fly
across the sky, her large leathery bat like wings flapping strongly to keep her
airborne and propelled forward. They might even be able to tell that it was a
woman, with a full voluptuous hour-glass figure, long limbs, and clad in a red glossy
vinyl bikini, the top of which consisted of nothing more than two strips, each
running down her torso, top barely covered her ripe breasts. These strips were
joined over each of her jutting hips – which showed no hints of any fat – to a
red thong of the same snag material that cleaved the firm round cheeks of her
buttocks, but leaving them deliciously open to view. The top ends came together
at a brass clasp that held them to a white winged collar around her long neck.
Vampirella banked to her right,
and swooped down onto the roof of a dilapidated apartment block. As she landed,
the leathery wings on her back began to shrink and become paler, until they
were but stumps sticking out of the bare back of the woman. Quickly, these
stumps disappeared too, leaving a normal woman’s back, albeit one with a
sinuous spine snaking down from her neck, ending just above the start of the crack
of her buttocks.
As the beautiful vampiress stood
up to her full height of six foot one inch, which was boosted another three
inches by her knee-high high-heeled boots of black glossy vinyl. Her firm
breasts juggled slightly as she walked towards the edge of the building, their
movements restrained but not suppressed by the elastic latex material covering
them. The outward angle at which the strips of latex dive down from the clasp
at her throat left the large parts of her breasts exposed, the smooth skin of
the domes glowing in the moonlight. The chill of the night had had an effect on
her nipples, even if the cold did not discomfort her. They were extending and
hardening, leaving an impression on the fabric covering them.
Like all vampires, Vampirella is
a predatory animal. But unlike other vampires, she does not hunt humans, even
though the blood that flowed through their veins is what she needed to sustain
her. Instead, she hunted demons, vampires, monsters, and other unsavoury
creatures of the night. The latter include those of the human kind (although
Vampirella do not consider them strictly human): serial killers, rapists,
mobsters, bullies and such dregs of humanity.
Such a restricted field of prey,
of course, has certain disadvantages, the main one of which is that the supply
is much less plentiful, and sometimes Vampirella had to go hungry for the lack
of prey. This was not always harmful. A little bit of hunger sharpened her
senses both natural and supernatural as she hunted for her elusive prey. But
big cities like this one never presented this problem. There were more than
enough preys, both of the supernatural and human kind. Cities always seemed to
attract degenerated creatures of the night.
As Vampirella reached the edge of
the roof, her rounded hips swayed and her naked buttocks rocked behind her. She
flipped over the edge and began to claw down the side of the building, her
breasts now hanging downwards towards her chin from the gravity. She reached a
sash window a few floors down, and slipped onto the ledge. The window was
unlatched, which saved her the trouble of breaking in. She lifted the window
and slipped into the apartment behind it.
The room Vampirella found herself
in was very dark. Almost immediately, a smell hit Vampirella - that of fresh
blood. She tensed as her body responded to the smell. It did not help that she
had not fed for a few days. Controlling her bloodlust, she looked about the
room. Almost immediately, she saw a dark shape seated on a swivel chair, its
back facing her. She straightened and walked cautiously up towards the shape,
her high heels clicking on the bare floor.
The shape belonged to a man.
Vampirella turned the chair around so that the light streaming from the outside
through the window would shine onto the man. He was a fat white man, with a
face full of beard. His face was upturned, eyes open wide in horror and death
agonies. A rag had been used to cleave gag him. His hands were bound besides
him to the arms of the chair. On his chest were two neat bullet holes. It was
from here that the blood was flowing out. Touching the man’s body, she found
that it was still warm. The man had been killed only a few moments ago.
“I see that someone had beaten me
to it,” Vampirella said quietly to the dead man, “Such a pity. I would have
enjoyed killing you myself. And I would not have made it so swift and
painless.”
The man was a serial killer, with
at least five victims. The police had arrested him, but he was released only
that morning on a technicality due to a mistake made during a search of his
apartment. When Vampirella saw the news reports, she swore she would pay the
man a visit. But she had arrived too late. Someone had already avenged the
victims.
Vampirella turned and was about
to leave when she stopped. She really was hungry. She had wanted to make the
man’s death a slow and painful one as she sucked the blood from within him,
little by little. He was still warm, and the blood still drinkable. Why should
she not feed on his blood? Why should she let it go to waste?
Vampirella turned back and went
up to him. Tilting his neck to one side, she leaned over, opened her jaws and
sank her teeth into his neck, penetrating his jugular. The blood was still
warm, and she suckled the warm nourishing fluid into her mouth. There was a
slightly unfamiliar taste to it, but she did not mind. At last, satiated, she
stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her thick sensuous lips
stained a ruby red. She turned once again towards the open window.
Something was wrong. Vampirella’s
legs felt sluggish beneath her as took a step forward. The next step was even
heavier. At the same time, the room started to wobble. The wobble slowly
increased with each step she took towards the window. She realized that there
was something wrong with the blood. It was tainted by something. She had felt
something like this once, when she had accidentally fed on a heroin junkie who
had just shot up. The huge amount of heroin in his blood had almost immediately
hit her. But that experience was nothing compared to this. This was worse. Much
worse.
The room was rocking crazily from
side to side. Vampirella could hardly take another step. Her body felt so numb,
so unresponsive. She tried to reach the window. She did not make it. When her
body finally failed her, she collapsed into a sinuous pile on the floor, her
hair spilling over her face. She tried to move her body, but it refused to obey.
She was imprisoned within her own body.
Vampirella heard the door
squeaked open behind her. A series of heavy footsteps followed, and a dark
shadow came into her field of vision. She was turned over onto her back. She
looked up to see a man standing over her. He was wearing a balaclava mask over
his head that exposed only his light blue eyes. The man nudged her with the toe
of his shoe. She did not move. Satisfied, the man dropped the large grip bag he
was carrying onto the ground. It fell onto the floor with a thud.
The man took out a small torch
from his pocket, and pulled back her right eyelid, and shone the torch into the
eye, noting the lack of expression in it. He pulled back her stained lips to
reveal her bloodied canine fangs. He moved a hand down to her right breast, and
squeezed it hard. Inside, Vampirella felt the pain, but she remained completely
motionless, her body unable to respond even though her mind was raging at the
man’s uninvited touch.
But the man was not done yet. Not
by a mile. The man parted Vampirella’s legs and inserted a finger and thumb
under her thong. He traced the lips of her vulva and parted it. He then pinched
her clitoris viciously. Again, Vampirella felt excruciating pain. And again,
her body refused to do anything about it. Vampirella could only scream silently
in rage at the man’s molestations.
Satisfied, the man leaned down
next to her right ear and whispered, “In case you had not figured it out yet,
bimbo, I have put a drug into the body. When you drank his blood, you took in
the drug. It is a muscle relaxant that confuses your nerve system and prevents
you from moving your voluntary muscles. It’s designed to keep dangerous animals
docile, dangerous animals like you.”
The man turned Vampirellas head
to one side so that she could see what he was doing as he reached for the grip
bag that he had dropped. He unzipped it, and took out three coils of dark black
rope, a large ball gag with a leather strap threaded through it, a large stainless
steel dildo that must be at least seven inches long, a stainless steel anal
plug that looked about five inches in length, and a small bottle of lubricants.
If Vampirella’s eyes could move, they would have opened wide at the sight of
these objects. It was not so much their sizes that shook her – although there
was that too – or the obvious fact that they will be inserted into her whether
she agreed to it or not. It was the intentions of the man that these objects
symbolized. She knew that the man intends to use her like a sex doll, and reduce
her to nothing more than an object to satisfy his perverted carnal desires.
The man picked up one coil of
rope first, and uncoiled it. He pulled a section of the rope taut and showed it
to her. He said, “You may be drugged, but there’s no sense in taking risks.
This rope is made for mountain climbers. It has a Kevlar fibre core. It’ll hold
a bull. Even if you are not drugged, I have no doubt that you’ll not be able to
break it.”
The man lifted Vampirella up to a
sitting position. Holding her chin with his right hand, he swivelled her head
slightly so that she was looking at the corner of the room.
“Smile, you’re on candid camera!”
the man said jokingly as Vampirella’s eyes rested on a camcorder mounted on a
tri-pod standing at the corner of the room. A tiny fleshing LED light showed
that it was on, recording every moment of her mortification. And still, she
could do nothing about it.
The man let Vampirella’s head
fall forward to her chest. He hooked the two strips of vinyl covering her
breasts, just under the plump stacks of soft tissue, with his fingers. He then
plucked the fabric strips up and away from her breasts. Her breasts trembled as
the fabric strips pulled them up slightly before they disengaged from her
flesh, dropping the fleshy melons back down against her chest again. Looking
down on her own breasts as if they belonged to someone else, she could see that
her nipples were engorged and hard, as if she was meeting a lover rather than
being helpless in the hands of a captor, much to her embarrassment.
The man’s hands now moved up and brushed
Vampirella’s hair away from her neck. He placed the centre of the rope over her
neck, crossed the ends of the rope in front of her body, between her breasts,
snaking one end under her right breast, and the other end under her left
breast. As he pulled the ends back round behind her back, the lines rose and
pushed up her breasts. This motion also chaffed the sensitive skin under her
breasts.
Crossing the lines behind her, the
man pulled them round to the front of her chest again, passing the ends under
the lines coming down from her neck. He pulled the ends of the rope around her
arms to her back, crossing them yet again between her shoulder blades. He
looped the lines tightly around her arms and body again, for added security
before tying the rope off with a simple butterfly knot, binding her arms to her
body. When this was done, the rope binding her held the helpless vampiress tightly,
squeezing her breasts while at the same time propping them up most enticingly.
There were still two free running
ends emerging out from the knot on her back. The man folded Vampirella’s arms
up her back, crossing her wrists over her spine, just below the level of her
shoulder blades. He used the free lines to bind her wrists together. When he
released her arms, the natural tendency of her arms to unfold from their
unnatural upward posture added tension to the rope as a whole, constricting the
lines even further and squeezing Vampirella’s breasts even harder. It was a
most uncomfortable form of bondage that the drugged vampiress could not object
to but only silently endure.
If Vampirella thought the rope
binding her chest were bad, the worst was yet to come. The man turned her bound
torso downwards until her head and her knees were resting on the floor, with
her butt raised into the air and her legs spread open. He slid a finger under
the thong of her costume and slid it down until he reached her crotch. He
pulled the vinyl material aside to reveal her vulva and her anus.
“Mmmmm. It’s good to see that
you’ve just waxed yourself. I like a completely nude cunt like that.” The man
noted, his voice obviously filled with pleasure as he stroked the lips of her
vagina, sending a shock wave up Vampirella’s spine. He turned and picked up the
anal plug with the bottle of lubricant, showing the former to the vampiress. It
was conical in shape with a deep clinched stem before ending in a large base.
“Lets start with your ass hole
first.” The man said, as he popped open the snap cover of the bottle of
lubricant. He poured a generous amount of the thick liquid onto the tip of the
anal plug, and rubbed it down the whole of the plug. Then, with his stained
fingers, he reached for the puckered mouth of her vulnerably exposed anus. He
inserted one finger in first. He fingered the rim of her asshole, rubbing
lubricant into the sphincter muscle. It was not too uncomfortable, although
Vampirella chafed at the violation. Then, he inserted a second finger,
repeating the rubbing process again. Then a third, which was really a stretch,
sending shock waves up the captive’s spine.
Satisfied that he had lubricated
her enough, the man placed the tip of the plug against her anus. Vampirella
felt the coolness of the steel tip against her opening, but she could not move
to get away from it as it began to probe into her. The man did it gently at
first, pushing the tip in a little, then withdrawing it. He did it several
times, each time pushing further and further in, opening her hole wider and
wider. Each time this happened, an electric shock was sent up her body.
Then, with a ruthlessly quick
push, the man rammed the plug home into her hole. Her opening closed around the
stem, pulling the plug deep in her. The largeness of plug filled up the whole
of her rectum, making her feel as if she was going to burst back there.
The man turned, and picked up the
dildo. Again, he showed it to Vampirella. Unlike the anal plug which had a
smooth surface, the dildo had spiralling grooves on its surface. The grooves
twisted its way up from a broad flat base to a tip. The bottom of the dildo was
a flat plate from which the shank of dildo rose like a tower. The shanks
thickness was constant for most of the way until it narrowed into a tip. The
size of the toy was beyond anything that Vampirella had ever allowed into her
vagina, and with her rectum already so crowded, she was apprehensive about the
dildo.
Such concerns, of course, even if
Vampirella could give voice to them, was not something the man would take into
account as he applied lubricant thickly over the whole of the shank. Again he
used his lubricated fingers to open the way first, parting the vaginal lips to
explore the mouth of her love tunnel. Slipping two fingers in, he began to
finger her dry vagina wall. The touch of the fingers as the twisted and turned
within her cunt had its own effect on the body of the vampiress. Soon, her body
was adding its own lubrication to that being applied by the man. The man smiled
when he detected this.
“You like it, slut?” the man
asked, much to the consternation of Vampirella.
The man now aimed the tip of the
dildo at her vagina opening. Again, he probed gently at first, pushing the
dildo in and out of her. Then, he moved faster and faster, manipulating the
dildo at an increasing rate until her body seemed to be trembling from the
repeated assaults.
If Vampirella could, she would
have screamed as the sensation of the thick dildo stretched her vagina wall to
its elastic limit. Its deep grooves seemed to shred the sensitive membrane as
the dildo moved up and down her vagina. She felt repeated shock waves run up
her body from behind her. It was almost a relief when the man finally rammed
the dildo fully home, even though with the thick dildo and the anal plug within
her, she felt as if her nether region would rupture.
When the man was done, he wiped
his hands clean on a towel. He then took the second coil of rope, and uncoiled
it. He wrapped the rope around her waist, and tied it off at the center of her
abdomen, forming a belt around her waist. This left a long length of the rope
dangling from the knot down in front of her. He gathered the line, and pulled
it between her legs to her back. He took a quick measurement, and made a simple
overhand knot at a particular point on the line.
The man parted Vampirellas vagina
lips with his fingers and pulled the rope up against her crotch, finding to his
satisfaction that the knot rested neatly over her clitoris. He passed the rope
over the base of the dildo and the anal plug. He tucked the end of the rope
under the belt at the center of her back, and pulled up the end, pulling the line
taut against her crotch. This also pushed the dildo and anal plug deeper into his
captive. He tied the line in place to the back of the loop around her waist.
This still gave him quite a lot of rope left.
Next, the man picked up the
rubber ball gag. It was a red rubber affair, with the ball at least
two-and-a-half inches in diameter. It had a black leather strap threaded
through it. He pulled back her head by yanking back her hair. Her slack jaws
opened easily. He forced the ball between her jaws, and pulled the ends of the
strap back behind her neck, buckling the strap tightly behind her head.
To Vampirella, the rubber now
oppressing her tongue tasted bitter and horrible. The size was such that her
jaws were left wide apart. Not only was she very effectively gagged, she was
beginning to drool out of the corners of her mouth, which the leather strap had
curled hard back.
Even though Vampirella made no
reaction whatsoever, she was burning inside, both from the chaffing of the rope
against her most sensitive regions, and at this humiliating treatment at the
hands of a man. She wished she could get up and tear the man apart, but the
drug still held her captive in a useless body.
Next, the man turned Vampirella onto
her right side. He took up the third coil of rope, uncoiled it, and coiled one
end twice around her thighs, just above her knees, then tightened the loops to pull
her legs together. He tied the rope securely in place with a knot, which locked
her knees together. This left a line running from the knot. He pulled this end
forward, folding her body upwards until her knees were pressed against her
chest. He tucked her head down until her chin touched her knees. Then he pulled
the rope over her neck, and pulled it taut, pushing her chin into her knees. He
pulled the line down to her legs, pulled it under her ankles before coiling it
twice around them, before pulling the line up again over her neck again. He
stood up, placed a knee against the small of her back, and pulled. The lines
around her folded body tightened, constricting her into an even more compact
package, crushing her breasts between her knees and her torso. Vampirella could
feel her buttocks touch her boots. When
he was satisfied that she was sufficiently compacted, he pulled the line down
again, and bound it to the lines binding her ankles, lashing it across the
lines already constricting that set of joints.
The end result was that
Vampirella resembled a package trussed up, awaiting delivery, which in a sense,
she was. As a final piece of the package, the man now pulled up the line tied
to the rope belt around her waist. Pulling the line up, he fed it under her
bound wrists and the lines binding her upper torso, pulled it up further until
he reached the lines over the back of the neck. He fed the line under these
lines, and pulled it back down, before tying the end to the bound wrists of the
vampiress, thus connecting her wrists to her crotch. The added leverage made
Vampirella even more compact, not to mention the fact that the line was now
pushing the plug and dildo deep into her, causing her much agony.
The man now walked out of the
room, and returned, wheeling a gigantic aluminum trunk into the room. It was
similar to the kind used for transporting props for movie sets. The man
unlatched the two heavy bolts shutting the lid, and lifted the lid up. He then
came over to his bound prisoner.
Vampirella was lifted up off the
ground using the ropes binding her breasts and waist. This caused the ropes to
constrict even more tightly around her, tightening their grip of her breasts
and crotch. She felt the burning from the chafing of the ropes in those areas,
and cursed in her mind at this treatment. She was placed into the trunk. She
found that the trunk was lined with foam rubber, with two sets of thick rubber
straps riveted to the bottom. Her captor buckled the straps over her, one over
her shoulder blades, which also pinned her wrists into her back and the other
over her lower back which also effectively pinned her legs to her body. It was
added insurance. Then the lid of the trunk was closed, plunging the vampiress
into total darkness. Then, the vampiress felt the trunk being pushed forward.
She knew that her journey into a terrible future had just begun.
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How long had she been held in
this small prison of hers?
Vampirella did not know. She only
knew that the trunk she had been imprisoned in had been unceremoniously dropped
onto a vehicle, which had then started and rumbled off on a journey that seemed
to stretch on and on.
Vampirella’s body had long since
recovered from the muscle relaxant, but the after effects still left her weak. In
any case, the ropes binding her really were as strong as the man had claimed. She
strained and strained, but simply could not break free from her bonds.
To add to the effectiveness of
the ropes, Vampirella’s arms and legs bound as they were in unnatural positions,
it was difficult to gain any sort of meaningful leverage. In any case, any
attempts to push against the ropes only make them rubbed harder against her
breasts and her crotch, or pushed the plug and dildo deeper into her. Finally,
the ropes were reinforced by the thick leather straps pinning her to the bottom
of the trunk.
The trunk Vampirella had been
confined in had long since heated up to an almost intolerable degree. She was
perspiring heavily in the heat. Beads of perspiration flowed down every inch of
her skin, including her breasts and her legs.
As if this was not enough, some
time into the journey, both the plug and dildo that had been inserted into
Vampirella’s nether regions suddenly sprung to life. Their vibrations were
pulsating and powerful, sending powerful sensations through her loins up her
spine. The powerful tremors of the devices transmitted throughout the lines to
all parts of her body bound by the ropes, including her breasts. To add to all
these, as Vampirella shuddered and writhed helplessly as she was shaken to the
core, she flexed her muscles, causing the lines binding her to alternately
tighten and relax, thus causing them in turn to chafe her as they rode over her
skin.
It was a fiendish combination of
stimulations on Vampirella. She could feel herself becoming more and more horny
at all the stimulations going on at the same time. As she become more and more
aroused, all the complex stimulations being forced upon her senses became more
and more sharpened, which made it more and more difficult for her mind –
already weakened by her brutal capture and torturous confinement in the box –
to cope with. She could feel herself juicing behind her, with her liquid
flowing out of her abused vaginal lips down her crotch to the floor, adding to
the humidity of the box.
Vampirella found herself becoming
more and more desperate as the sexual hunger began to build up within her. With
the two monsters within her, with her sensitive parts bound so harshly by rough
ropes, she could not suppress the carnal desires now fired up within herself.
She found herself straining purposely against the lines binding her, trying to
reel the line connecting her wrists to her crotch in to push the dildo and plug
deeper into her, to make the knot rub against her clitoris.
Then, all of a sudden, the
vibrations stopped, just as Vampirella was on the cusp of an orgasm.
Frustrated, she continued trying to work the lines, hoping that this would be
sufficient to make her cum, but she found that she could only add to her
horniness, and she could not quite achieve the release.
As the journey stretched on, Vampirella
found to her horror that this experience was repeated again and again. Just
when she was beginning to gain some control over the desires within her, the
vibrations would begin again, rocking her dark little world until she was
almost ready to cum, then, they would fall silent, causing her increasing
frustrations.
The box had become Vampirella’s
little hell.
By the time the vehicle finally
came to a stop and the engine turned off, Vampirella was completely exhausted
by the constant teasing and torment. She was further weakened by dehydration,
as she had lost moisture both from perspiration and from her juicing - the
atmosphere within the box had become damp and musty, adding to her discomfort.
Finally, her prolonged extreme bondage had rendered her limbs weak and useless.
Vampirella was barely aware of
the sound of a door slamming outside the trunk, and muffled footsteps. Then she
felt the box being dragged out of the vehicle. It fell with an unceremonious
thud on hard ground, jarring the prisoner within. The latch shutting the box
was pulled back, and the lid opened.
Bright day light poured into
Vampirella’s dark prison as the lid swung open. Then she felt the straps
holding her down being undone behind her. Finally, she was lifted out of the
box by the ropes. She gasped as she felt the lines tightened and the dildo and
plug slip deeper into her. She was placed on the hot dusty ground. She could
not see where she was yet, given the way her head was kept bent towards her
knees.
Vampirella felt a hand now untied
the line connecting her wrists via her neck to her crotch. Then the line
holding her body bound in a severe ball tie was loosened, and she gratefully
unfolded her body, and collapsed flat on her stomach onto the ground. As her
eyes wandered over the surrounding landscape, she saw that she had been brought
out of the city into a dusty desert valley in between high hills. The dried up
dusty landscape was studded with dead trees, dried up shrubs, and broken with
large boulders. Some weather worn structures stood nearby.
“So how was the ride for you?”
said a voice above her. Vampirella looked up at the man who had captured her.
He was no longer masked. He had flowing blonde hair. He looked powerfully built
in his white T-shirt and jeans. He was wearing a white cow-boy hat and a pair
of shades that hid his eyes.
“How do you like the toys? I had
the motors specially made to give extra strong vibrations.” the man said, as he
looked down on Vampirella. Almost unconsciously, she was writhing on the
ground, desperately pulling at the ropes still binding her tightly in a
desperate attempt to make herself cum. He used the tip of his cowboy boot to
tip her onto her side.
“My, my, you’re really wet.” the
man said, smiling, “How would you like a fucking, slut?”
Vampirella looked up, her eyes
widening for a moment. Conflicting emotions pierced through her lust muddled
mind for a moment. She really did want a fucking, and yet at the same time, the
question brought into focus the fact that she was a prisoner of the man, and
that he was about to use her as a sex toy, whether she liked it or not.
For a moment, Vampirella did not
reply, but the desperate hunger in her loins could not be denied. Finally, very
reluctantly, she nodded.
The man smiled again, he pulled
Vampirella up to her feet, using the ropes binding her, and pushed her towards
a pickup – the vehicle that she had obviously been transported here on. She
stumbled forward, as her legs were still bound at the knees. Besides they were
still weak from all the abuse she had taken. The man took her arms and led her
to the back of the rear cargo bed. The rear gate had been lowered to allow him
to pull the box off the rear. She was now brought to the rear edge of the cargo
bed. Her knees were kicked in, forcing her to kneel on the floor. Her body was
then bent over the edge until her torso was laying flat on the hot metal.
Untying the line stretching over
Vampirella’s crotch, he let it fall to the ground before reaching from the side
to retrieve it. He swung the rope belt around her waist until the knot securing
it in place was brought from the front of her stomach to the middle of her
back. He then tied the line to her bound wrists, before he mounted the cargo
bed and pulled the line to the roll-over bar just behind the driver’s cabin. He
tied the line in place. This arrangement prevented Vampirella from backing off
the edge of the cargo bed, fixing her in place unless she chose to climb
forward, an eventuality that was soon eliminated when the man used the free end
of the rope binding her knees and tied it to the rear fender of the pickup.
Vampirella felt the man go around
to her, now, upraised crotch. He reached forward and grasped the base of the
dildo. With the crotch rope now removed, there was no barrier to its removal,
and he pulled it out unceremoniously. Vampirella moaned and bucked her head as
she felt the monster being withdrawn, its rough sides scraping her once more as
it exited. The dildo was placed on the metal cargo bed next to her. Looking at
it, she could see just how wet it was, with her juice mixing with the lubricant
to form a gelatine like grey mess on its shank.
Turning her head back, Vampirella
saw the man unbuckle his belt, undid the buttons on the front of his jeans. He
already had an erection, which sprung out when he lowered his briefs. She felt
the hot tip of his penis touch her vagina lips. It parted the lips, and with s
soft plopping sound, it entered her slicked cunt.
Vampirella moaned as the ramrod
of flesh slide into her. Although it was not as large as the dildo that had
been inserted into her, the sensation of a man’s penis was much more
fulfilling. She closed her eyes as her captor began to pump her, slowly at
first, and then with increasingly ferocity.
“Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm.”
Vampirella moaned as she was pumped. Her body had been primed already by her
sexual torments in the box, and it was more than ready to go. Very quickly, she
was brought to an orgasm, and she moaned as she felt herself shiver. Shortly
after that, the man ejaculated as well, shooting his seeds deep into her.
“Boy, you’re a good fuck toy.” the
man murmured as he withdrew his softening penis out of her wet cunt.
The sweet ecstasy of orgasm did
not last long for the bound vampiress though. As the warm afterglow faded, she
was immediately filled with guilt at how willingly she had cooperated with her
captor, how lustily she had accepted her own rape. She had been brutally
captured, harshly bound, and forcibly made horny, and yet she had given up her
dignity for a good shagging. The thought of how she had been reduced from a
proud hunter-killer to a fuck toy filled her with shame. She sobbed quietly as
the man pulled up his briefs and pants again.
The man reached down now and
untied Vampirella’s knees from the rear fender. He coiled the line tightly
around her thighs, adding to the security of the bondage around her knees. Then
he released the line holding her forward against the roll-over bar. Pulling on
her bound wrists over her back, he brought her up to a kneeling position, then
pulled the line around to her front again.
“Bend over, bitch.” The man
ordered. For a while, Vampirella was defiant and did not move to obey. This
earned a hard slap on her pinched right breast. The vampiress moaned into her
gag. When he raised his hand again, this time for a slap onto her left breast,
she quietly obeyed and bent over, raising her buttocks again. Satisfied, the
man picked up the dildo from the cargo bed of the truck and restored it in its
place in her vagina tract. It had been heated up by the sun and it felt like a
red hot poker had been stabbed into her vagina. The vampiress could only
whimper as it slid up into her. Then the man pulled the line over her crotch
again, up between her buttocks to the rope belt around her waist, and tied it
in place.
“One thing that you will learn,
slut, is that any order I gave must be obeyed instant.” the man spoke as he
worked, “I believe I will have to emphasize this point shortly.”
The man gripped the matrix of
lines criss-crossed over Vampirella’s cleavage, and pulled up. This put
tremendous amount of pressure on her breasts, and she was forced to get up.
This was no easy task as her legs were hobbled. Slowly and unsteadily, she got
onto her feet. She realized that in her boots, she was towering over her
captor, putting her breasts near where his face was. She also found that the
way the rope binding her wrists behind her forced her to thrust out her breasts
at the leering man in front of her. The man smiled at this effect, especially
at the way her breasts wiggled as she struggled to get up. She gave him a
baleful stare.
“Still feisty I see?” The man
said, “Hah! Even more reason for some attitude adjustment, don’t you think? And
I believe I know just the way to do it.”
Still pulling on the lines
binding Vampirella’s breasts, the man led the vampiress towards the nearby structures.
She saw that these consisted of an abandoned run-down house situated right next
to an equally ancient looking corral. Both were constructed of heavily
weathered wood, which had long since been bleached by the harsh sun to a sick
gray. But whereas the house looked as it would fall over any time, the corral
still looked solid, with all of its posts and railings all intact. The entrance
to the corral had a wooden gantry over it from which a sign had been suspended.
A wooden swing gate was shut across it. A single fit looking horse was inside
the corral.
The man dragged Vampirella to one
of the two posts of the gantry. It had a large iron nail driven into it a point
about five feet off the ground, and bent to form a hook. He pulled up the
matrix of lines he was holding and slipped it over the hook. Once the lines
were slipped over the hook, Vampirella found that the criss-crossed lines over
her cleavage were now pulled away from her chest and up towards the point where
they were hung from the nail. This brought the lines above and below her breasts
together at the roots of her mounds, which then wrenched and dragged them up
such that they were now elongated with her pink nipples pointing towards the
sky.
“MMMMMMMMPH!” Vampirella screamed
into her ball-gag at this treatment. She had to raise herself up on tip-toes,
and arc her body upwards, pressing her hurting breasts against the rough hard
wood of the post, to relieve some of the pain.
The man turned and walked back
towards the pickup. Vampirella turned her head to follow him with her hate
filled eyes. Her blood turned cold when she saw him took a cat-o-nail tails
from the toolbox of the pickup and came back towards her. He knew she was
watching, for he flaunted the leather-braided instrument with relish for her
benefit.
“This is what a slave gets for defiance
and disobedience.” The man intoned as he walked up to her. With an expert blow,
he landed a blow neatly on her right buttocks. The nine braided tentacles of
the whip slashed into her skin, leaving welts in the smooth skin. She screamed
into her ball-gag despite herself. Satisfied with the response, the man
assaulted her left buttocks, leaving more welts, bringing out another scream.
The man took off his hat and then
his T-shirt. The sun was beating down on the scene as he put his hat back on.
As he struck out again, the solid muscles in his upper body rippled as he put
his weight behind the blow. This time, he aimed for her back, just below her
bound wrists.
Vampirella screamed again, followed
by soft sobbing moans, her body twisting with the blow. The man followed it up
by another blow on the back. With methodical thoroughness, he worked his way
round to her side, hitting the side of her right arm with the whip, allowing
the tips of the whip to swing round and strike her breasts, once on each side. Each
strike was accompanied by a heavily gagged scream.
The man was clearly an expert
with the whip. He worked his way down now, landing blows to the outsides of her
thighs, before working his way up again, following the previous pattern of
buttocks, backs, arms and breasts, and then her thighs. He repeated the cycle
five times before he stopped. By then, the bound vampiress was slumped in her
bonds, perspiration and welts covering her perfect body.
The man was also exhausted as
well, and he rested with his hands on his knees for a moment before he walked
up to her and pulled her head back.
“Had enough?” the man asked.
Vampirella nodded reluctantly. She could take no more. Her entire body was
hurting from both the merciless whipping and the horrible bondage.
“Will you promise to be obedient
now?” The man asked. Again Vampirella nodded. At this sign of submission, the
man lifted her up and off the iron nail suspending her. He turned her around,
and smiled at the welts left on the outsides of her breasts and her
tear-stained eyes. He now took hold of the line dangling from the front of the
rope belt around her waist and tied it to a railing of the corral.
“Stay here.” The man commanded.
He went back to truck and came back hauling a coil of long black rope, a saddle
and riding bit. He placed the saddle and bit on the railing to which Vampirella
had been tied to, before uncoiling the rope and tying one end to the front of
the rope belt around her waist. He then fed the other end under the matrix of
lines in her cleavage. Reeling the long line through her cleavage, the man
tightened the line running up from her waist to her breasts. This also pulled
up the crotch rope, pushing the dildo and plug deeper into the vampiress,
causing her to suck in a breath at the sensation. The man now tied the line in
place by a quick knot under the criss-crossed lines between her breasts. He
then draped the other end of the line over the top of the railing.
The man opened the gate, took the
saddle and bit off the railing, and walked into the corral, up to the horse.
The horse seemed happy to see the man. The man patted it on the side of its
neck and whispered something to its ear. He then placed the saddle and bit onto
the horse. The man led the horse out of the corral by its bridle. He got onto
the horse, and rode it up to Vampirella. He picked up the end of the rope that
he had draped over the railing and gave the horse a light kick in its flank. As
the horse started to move, he tied the rope to the horn of the saddle.
As the horse moved away from her,
Vampirella felt the line tied to rope binding her breast tightened. As it
became taut, it gave a sharp tug to the rope, which was transmitted not only
through the lines binding her breasts, but also down to her crotch rope. Once again,
the harshness of the rope bit into her, forcing her to stumble forward in order
to relieve some of the agony of her bondage. In this way, the man forced his
captive to docilely follow him as he rode away from the corral.
“In case you are wondering, this
is what they call the Badlands. There’s absolutely nothing here but desert,
rock and shrubs. No gold, no water,no nothing. No one ever comes out here
anymore. This place used to be a minor stop for cowboys driving stocks west to
the Pacific more than a century ago. But it has not been used for eighty years.
There’s not a soul here to help you.”
As Vampirella looked around her,
she noted with despair that the man had not lied. The corral was situated in
the middle of a narrow valley flanked by steep rocky hills on either side.
There were no roads within sight. Judging from the position of the pickup, they
had probably came from the wider mouth of the valley. The man was now leading
her towards the other end of the valley, where it becomes steadily narrower. As
they approached the mouth, the man turned the horse to the right and up a trail
leading to a cut in the rocky hill. Through the cut, they entered a maze like
series of narrow trails cut through the rocks of the hill, with the rock rising
high above them on either side.
It would have been a beautiful
sight if Vampirella had not been in such distress. Apart from the humiliation
of her defeat and capture, her boots were not designed for walking over such
harsh terrain. Her high heels were soon causing her feet to hurt. The rope
binding her knees did not help. She was effectively hobbled and could only take
many small steps to catch up, urged on by the constrictions around her
sensitive regions, with the ropes leaving their own red friction welts to the
marks left by her whipping.
To add further to Vampirella’s
torment, at a point on the force march, the dildo and anal plug came to life
again, buzzing away inside her. Although she should be used to the powerful
vibrations in her now, their size and motion now added an additional dimension
to her already highly distressed journey. The way they jostled and pressed
against her insides make every step a challenge. Finally, there were her heavy
breasts, unrestrained as they were by the front strips of her costume. They
bounced heavily up and down against her chest, as she walked, adding to her
discomfort.
The pair travelled for several
hours, not stopping even once. Vampirella stumbled once or twice, but was
determined to keep up as best as she could. She refused to allow him the
pleasure of seeing her being weakened by the journey. Nonetheless, when they
reached a sinkhole hewed out of solid rock by nature, and stopped, she sank to
her knees gratefully, completely exhausted by the trip.
The man jumped off the horse and
walked up to Vampirella. She looked up at him, unable to hide the look of
exhaustion in her face. The man untied the rope by which he had led her for the
past few hours from both the horn of his saddle and the rope binding her
breasts. He went around to her back. Pressing a knee into her back, he forced
her to bend down. Then he untied her right wrist, leaving her other wrist still
bound. He took the rope he had just taken from Vampirella’s front, and doubled
the rope. He formed a loop at one end and slipped it over her right wrist,
tightening the loop tightly around the wrist. Holding the lines leading from
the loop firmly, he now released Vampirella’s left wrist.
With her arms still bound against
her torso, Vampirella could not resist much to begin with. She was now
completely exhausted by the ordeals she had gone through since her capture. She
could not muster the strength to even make a show of defiance before the man
scooped up her left wrist, put it against her right wrist, and then used the
lines to bind them together, making sure he coiled it several times to add
strength to the bondage. He then fed the lines between her upper arms to make a
tight lashing over the lines encircling her wrists to secure the whole
arrangement.
The man now pulled on the lines
over Vampirella’s neck. This was the rope binding her breasts, and the
constriction of the lines forced her to get on her feet, even though she was
utterly exhausted.
The man took the ends of the rope
binding Vampirella’s wrist fed one end through the steel staple. He then pulled
down on the lines. This raised Vampirella’s arms up into the air. At the same
time, it tilted her body forward and down. As her arms rose into the air, the
stress on her shoulders built up, and she had to raise her body as well as she
could to relieve the strain. The man stopped only when her arms were pointing
straight up into the air, and secured the lines holding her up by tying the
ends back to her bound wrists, again lashing vertically over the lines
encircling her wrists. With her arms still bound to her torso, this arrangement
meant that Vampirella’s head was now almost touching her knees, her body bent
all the way down along her long legs. Her long black hair now gathered around
the toes of her boots. This position, of course, pointed her crotch up.
Having secured Vampirella in this
uncomfortable position, the man untied her crotch rope, and let it fall onto
the ground.
“Now, lets get rid of these. The
man said as he took the base of the anal plug and the dildo in his hand, and
pulled both out simultaneously.”
Vampirella’s butt bucked up at
the pain of the rough withdrawals, her legs stumbling a little. She could not
restrained herself from screaming into her gag. The man laughed at this
reaction. He threw the two objects down onto the ground next to her.
“Well, now, it sure seems like a
waste to let such nicely prepared holes go to waste, isn’t it?” the man said
casually, “I’ve already tasted your cunt. Maybe now I’ll go for the other hole.
Vampirella heard the sound of the
man unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. She realized what was about to
happen, and she started to squirm, determined not to let the man have his way
with her. But it was futile. Her position made it impossible to resist his
intentions. It only succeeded in moving her butt erotically in front of the
man. He laughed again as he took out his penis, which was hardening nicely into
a large firm rod.
Vampirella felt a finger touched
her asshole, now empty and available for penetration.
“It’s still nicely lubricated.
That’s good.” The man said.
The next thing Vampirella knew,
she felt a hot stiff object enter her rear. She raised her head and screamed
into her gag. She had already been raped, but Vampirella had never been taken
in the anus before. As the man’s penis entered her, the physical pain was bad
enough, but the mental torture was even greater. She shook her head, flinging
her head from side to side as the man moved his penis rhythmically back and
forth in her asshole, shocking her to the core. The man only stopped when at
last he ejaculated into her rectum. As the man withdrew his limp penis, leaving
her asshole gaping, the sperm leaked out and trickled down her crotch.
Vampirella dropped her head in exhaustion and humiliation.
“Well, I hope that was as good
for me as it was for you,” The man said as he got up and pulled up his pants, “You
might as well enjoy your sun tan. It’s only two in the afternoon now. There’s
still four hours of sun left. I will be back when the sun is down.”
The man turned towards away from
Vampirella and mounted his horse. As he rode away, his evil laughter echoed
throughout the sinkhole, leaving his captive bound in her uncomfortable
position.
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The man had lied. He did not come
back when the sun went down. The sun had tortured Vampirella, who waited in
vain for his return as thirst wracked her body. She had then to spend a chilly
desert night in the open. While in the day her breasts and crotch had been
exposed to the merciless sun, at night, they were exposed to the equally
heartless chill. Although she was much hardier than the average human, the
torment of extreme heat and cold weakened her body still further. To make
matters worse, the cold and her awkward bondage position also prevented her
from resting much.
When at last the man turned up
shortly after sunrise, Vampirellas body was aching at a hundred places. She was
almost happy to see him, despite her hatred for him. The man knelt down, and
pulled her hair forward such that her face was pulled from a backward facing
position to one looking down at the ground. He undid the leather strap holding
the ball gag in her mouth, and removed the gag. She could close her jaws for
the first time since her capture. He held something up to her face in the palm
of his hand. It was a ring, about three inches across, hinged at one point,
with a latch at a point opposite.
“I want to hear you scream when I
put this on you.” The man said, showing her an instrument in his other hand. Vampirella
recognized it as a puncture gun, the sort used to puncture holes in ears for
earrings. She understood, of course, that it could also be used for other parts
of the body. She did not want to speculate as to which part he was going for.
The man went round to Vampirella’s
back to her upraised stern. She shuddered at what was about to come as she felt
her clitoris hood being pulled back. Suddenly a pain shot through her system.
Her body shook from the pain, and almost on cue, she screamed involuntarily. Her
head reared up for a moment, and then slumped back down. The man chuckled as he
opened the ring and unhinged it. The captive felt him slip the ring through the
hole in her clitoris hood, and closed it. When he let go, she felt it drag the
hood down, and the cold metal brush against her clitoris.
“How do you like the clit ring?”
the man queried.
“Fuck you.” Vampirella managed to
retort hoarsely. The man tugged the ring, hard. It brought the desired reaction
from the vampiress as her head jerked up and she screamed again.
“That should teach you to hold
your tongue.” The man said. Vampirella did not reply to this. The man smiled
and noted this improvement in her attitude.
The man went away for a while and
returned with a thick leather collar and wrapped it around her throat, and
buckled it tightly in place. The collar had a large D-ring in front, and a
mysterious black box behind. The face of the box rested against her spine. He
then went behind her and untied the rope holding her up. For a moment, she
stood as she did for the entire night before her body collapsed and she dropped
into a heap on the ground. Vampirella groaned and turned her body, secretly
glad that she could stretch her legs and lower her arms. She felt a tug on her
clit ring, and raised her head to see the man had stooping down and tying a
rope to the clit ring. Uncoiling the rope as he went, he tied the other end to
the steel staple she had been bound to.
The man stepped away from
Vampirella. He went back to the horse, and came back with a plastic water
bottle and a metal bowl. It was made of clear plastic, and she could see the
viscous red liquid inside. Instantly, she knew what it was. Blood. The man
placed the metal bowl a few paces from her, and poured the liquid into the
bowl. The smell hit the vampiress almost immediately, and she suddenly realized
that she was hungry. Her imprisonment and torture had weakened her body. She
needed more blood to strengthen her.
“Come and get it.” The man said,
laughing. Vampirella debated for a moment whether to defy the man by refusing
to take the food given by him. But she realized that it would be self-defeating
in the end. She wriggled in the sand towards the bowl, uncoiling the rope tied
to her clit ring as she went. Just before she reached the bowl, she felt a
painful tug on her clit ring. She looked back and realized the cruel fact the rope
tying her clit ring to the steel staple behind her was too short. She was
brought up short by mere inches from the nourishing liquid in the bowl. She
looked up in anguish at the man.
“Why?” Vampirella asked, a tone
of despair entering her voice, “Why are you doing this to me?”
The man said nothing but laughed
as he turned towards his horse, and once more rode away. He was clearly
enjoying himself.
Vampirella was placed in a
barbaric dilemma. In order to feed and satiate herself, she had to get to the
blood. But that meant pulling on the rope. She knew that if she pulled hard
enough, the flesh of her clitoris hood would probably tear. It would be
painful. And it would be self-mutilating. The viciousness of her captor shocked
her.
As Vampirella lay there
agonizing, the decision was taken away from her. A vulture swooped down,
probably drawn by the scent of the blood and landed on the lip of the bowl.
This upset the bowl, and the warm nourishing liquid poured into the desert
sand. She screamed in agony, an animal scream that chased away the vulture.
However, more of the birds soon
reappeared, brought to the area by the obviously distressed Vampirella. They
circled the prostate vampiress, not quite sure what to make of her. Finally, a
bolder one swooped down, and landed near her. It padded cautiously up to her,
and lowered its neck to peck her. That was the last act it ever did. Vampirella
struck out and bit down savagely on its neck. The bird cried out in terror as
she sank her canine teeth in and began sucking on its blood. She finally let it
go when it was drained. It was not enough, but it was better than nothing.
+++++
The man left Vampirella alone
again for a whole day. At least she could crawl around a bit to seek shelter.
In the morning, the shadow cast by an outcrop above her on the cliff cast a
shadow that provided some shelter, but in the afternoon, there was no shelter
within the radius of the rope. She had to endure the heat as best as she could.
The man finally returned in the
evening. He saw with a glance the carcass of the vulture, already shredded and
picked over by its fellow kind, and surmised what had occurred.
“I see that you are more
resourceful than I had expected.” The man said as Vampirella got to her feet.
Her lips were covered with dried blood, and her eyes were fierce. The man got
off his horse and walked up to her. She took a step forward, and suddenly an
electric shock ran through her spine. She fell onto her knees just in front of
him, not understanding what had happened.
“Another precaution on my part.
The little black box on your collar is like a stun gun, discharging electric
shocks through two teeth in your collar. It’ll scramble your nerve system and
stun you for a while.”
The man now went back to his
horse and took a leather object from a saddle bag. It resembled a leather cup
with two sets of straps attached to its rim. He went around behind Vampirella’s
back, and pulled her hair to force her head back. He then fit the cup over her
jaws. The cup covered her nose and mouth neatly. The man dropped her head
forward, and secured the cup behind the back of her head by buckling up the
straps. One set went around the back of her head. The other set went from the
chin up over her head. The cup did not gag her, but it did prevent her from
biting. It also had a series of holes in the front over her nose and mouth,
large enough for her to breathe freely but not large enough for her to bite
through them.
“This should keep your jaws out
of my neck for the time being.” The man said mockingly. He took out a long
leather leash and secured the snap-hook at one-end to the D-ring on her collar.
Then he went around her, reached up and untied the rope securing her clit ring
to the steel staple behind her.
Now the man pulled on Vampirella’s
leash and forced her to get up onto her legs, which she did eventually with some
difficulty, her muscles still disobedient so soon after the administration of
electric shock. The man got onto his horse, and slipped the loop at the other
end of the leash over the horn of the saddle.
Once again, Vampirella was forced
marched over a long distance, the difference this time being that it took place
mostly in the cool of the evening, and the man set a slower pace. But the
journey was nonetheless challenging as the clit ring was twisted this way and
that by the motion of her hobbled walk. This brought much distress to the
vampiress.
After several hours of forced
march, Vampirella saw that they had returned to the corral. It was very dark by
the time they got back, but Vampirella could see clearly in the darkness. The
man did not need a light to see where he was going either, as the there was a
very bright moon that night. When they reached the corral, the man got off his
horse, tied it to the fence of the corral. Then he took the leash and led
Vampirella up to the fence. She saw that a thick hemp rope had been tied to an
upper rail of the corral.
The man pushed Vampirella against
the railings and grabbed the hemp rope. He fed the lines of the hemp rope under
the lines of the rope binding her breasts at the point where they ran over her
back, just below her shoulder blades and tied them in place. The length was
such that they were slack. This was not to last, however.
The man left Vampirella alone for
a while. He came back with a coil of rope. When he uncoiled it, his captive
could see that it was a long rope. He proceeded to tie each end to one of her
ankles. Then taking the centre of the rope, he threw it over her, over the top
railing of the corral. He then went over to the other side of the railings and
pulled on the rope. This lifted up Vampirellas legs.
Once Vampirella’s feet were off
the ground her entire body weight were now supported entirely by the rope
around her breasts. The rope cut into her ample assets, causing Vampirella to
moan into the leather cup muzzling her. The man kept pulling the rope, hoisting
her long legs up until her knees almost touched the cheeks of her face. When
the insteps of her feet touched the top railings, the middle of the rope had
now almost reached the ground. He picked up the middle, and pulled it over the
lowest railing and lashed it tightly in place.
This kept Vampirella’s legs
raised high up into the air, with her high heels pointing towards the stars. This
exposed her vulva to his whim, which he took advantage of. He walked up to
Vampirella and took off his pants, exposing his stiffening cock. This time,
Vampirella could witness her own rape as the man would be approaching from her
front. The man parted her vagina lips, and placed started to toy with her
clitoris with his right thumb. With his left hand, he reached between her
thighs, and began to fondle her badly tormented breasts in turn. He played with
her until she could feel her body reacting. She closed her eyes and moaned,
wondering for a moment how he managed to make her body betray her like this,
time and again, causing her to juice even when she was tied up like this.
The man tested Vampirella’s
vagina regularly with a finger. When he was satisfied with its wetness, he
inserted the tip of his penis into the mouth of her vagina. The height at which
she was suspended was just nice for him to remain standing comfortably as he
rammed it forward.
“Nooooo!!!” Vampirella cried out,
her scream becoming muffled gibberish under the muzzle. The man shoved his
manhood to and fro, jerking her body vigorously. She felt the warm hard flesh
slid up and down her passage, rubbing against her walls. Then, she felt the man
climaxed within her and ejaculated. Then she cummed as well, and she sighed
into her muzzle as the man withdrew.
“You like that, slut?” The man
asked. Without thinking Vampirella nodded. The man smiled as Vampirella’s eyes
widened at what she had just done. She felt the hot flash of shame on her
cheeks, which were thankfully hidden by the gloom and the leather muzzle.
The man turned to his horse, and
came back with something he took from the saddlebag. He held it up so the
vampiress could see what it was. It was a black rubber dildo, similar to the
kind that had filled her cunt since she was first captured, except that this
one had a knob in its base. He lubricated it liberally from a tube, and went up
to Vampirella and inserted it into her vagina. Then, he twisted the knob in the
base. Immediately, the dildo came to live with a steady and strong vibration.
Her body began to convulse.
“I thought I should leave you
with a little toy to amuse yourself through the night.” The man before turning
to leave. He closed the gate to the corral, and went to the house, leaving his
captive to spend yet another night in stressful bondage.
+++++
Vampirella had fallen into an
exhausted sleep despite her painful position and the buzzing plug in her vagina.
The man emerged from the house in the morning, released her from her bonds and
took out the dildo. The vampiress slumped to the floor, completely drained of
energy, weak from her ordeal and the lack of nourishment. She looked up at her
captor, filled with hopelessness, waiting to see what he had planned for her
next.
“I think it’s time you help out
around here.” The man said, clipping a leash to her collar and pulling her up
to her feet. He led her around to the other side of the corral.
Vampirella saw a long trough made
from cut steel barrels there, inserted through the fence of the corral, with
one end inside the enclosure. It was slightly tilted towards the end on the
inside, and that end was partly filled with water. The other end had a rusty pipe
feeding into it from above. This pipe was in turn connected to a tall rusty
metal cylinder – about the width of an oil drum - emerging out of the ground. The
pipe was wielded to the top of the cylinder at a height sufficient for a man to
walk underneath it. The cylinder had a rotating collar fitted into a slot
around the middle. Four poles emerged out of the collar at right angles to each
other. The whole set-up looked old but still functional.
“This is a water pump,” the man
informed Vampirella as he led her up to the pole, “It’s used to draw water from
the water table deep below the ground. It’s the only source of water here for
this corral. The cowboys would use a mule to push this pole round and round.
This drives a screw which draws the water up from below. The water will come up
here through the pipe into the trough. Its a neat arrangement, except, of
course, we have no mule. Which is where you come in.”
The man smiled as he said this.
Vampirella understood what he meant. She was to be used as a beast of burden.
She was pushed against one of the poles. It came up to a level just below her
breasts, which somehow did not surprise her. The man took a piece of hemp rope draped
over the rope, and found its middle. He placed it over her neck, then pulled
the ends of the rope down the front of her body. He crossed the lines of the
rope between her breasts, and let the ends fall over the front of the pole to
the ground. He went around Vampirella and picked the lines up and pulled them
back around her flank, one on each side. He crossed the lines over her bound upper
arms, before pulling the lines around to the front again over her breasts. Then
he tied the lines in place to those coming down from her neck. Her body was now
bound to the pole, with her heavy breasts resting on the pole.
The man stood back and slapped
Vampirella in her right buttock. This was obviously the signal to start
walking. For a moment, Vampirella wondered if she should put up some display of
defiance, but before she could decide, she heard the crack of a whip. In the
next instant, she felt the sting of a whip on her buttocks.
“Move your lazy ass!” the man
roared. Vampirella looked back and saw that he was carrying a bullwhip in his
hand. He was flicking back his arm to deliver a second blow. She did not wait
for it, but began to push against the pole. The machine resisted at first, but
with a rusty grind began to turn. Nothing happened for a while as she pushed
the pole under her breasts and walked in circles around the machine, turning
it. Once in a while, the man, who had taken a seat on top of the fence of the
corral, would crack his whip to encourage her to keep moving. His aim was good,
and he had no problems hitting her squarely in her buttocks, in her breasts,
adding more red welts to those already present from her earlier whipping.
The sun beat down onto Vampirella
as she pushed. Perspiration covered her voluptuous body. She felt weak from the
heat and hunger, but she could not stop, for the moment she slowed down, her
cruel master would hit her with the whip. It was made of braided leather, and
the pain it caused was great. The high heel boots that she wore ground into her
feet, adding to the agony. After a while, she began to wonder if there was any
water at all. Perhaps the man had set her on this cruel and futile task to
further break her down. If this was his intention, she knew that he was
succeeding for she could feel her body’s strength ebbing away from her, and
with it her will.
Then suddenly, Vampirella heard a
low moan coming from within the pipe. Then there was the sound of water
trickling down the pipe, before some water, heavily stained with rust, flowed
from the pipe down into the trough.
“Don’t stop, bitch!” the man
roared, hitting her in her left breasts. She grimaced, and continued in her
circular path. She looked ahead of her, concentrating on putting one foot ahead
of the other, trying to keep out all the pains and aches throughout her body.
The rope lashing her to the pole was tight, squeezing her breasts, which in
turn caused the rough pole she was pushing again to grind against the sensitive
flesh below her mounds. Finally, the clit ring between her thighs was also causing
her much grief as she walked, as it bounced and twisted with each step, causing
her to ache there as well.
Water continued to bubble up the
pipe as Vampirella continued with her labour under the merciless supervision of
her master until the trough was almost filled. Only then did the man allowed
her to stop and unlashed her from the pole. He took her leash once more and led
her through the gates of the corral into the enclosure. He led her towards the
trough.
Vampirella saw that a rough sort
of trestle had been set up next to the trough. It was constructed from four
thick wooden poles that had been driven deep into the ground to form the legs.
Two pairs were crossed about three feet apart, with another wooden pole
connecting them to form the back of the trestle. Unlike the wood of the corral
and the house, this wood was fresh and strong looking, being at least four
inches in diameter. The poles were held to one another with tightly bound hemp
ropes. She saw two thick leather belts nailed to each of the four legs of the
trestles, one at thigh level, and the other at ankle level. An iron ring had
been slipped over one end of the back, held in place by a large iron nail. The
man pushed her towards the trestle.
A table had been placed next to
it with several objects arranged on it, but before Vampirella could take a
close look, the man pushed her against the pair of legs on the rear of the
trestle. He bent her body down onto the back of the trestle by lifting her arms
up, pinning her down against the rough wood. Her chin rested just over the end
of the pole where the iron ring was. She saw that the iron ring had been
threaded through a large snap hook. The man took the snap hook and secured it
to the D-ring in front of her leather collar. This held her body down over the
back of the trestle.
The man then moved Vampirella’s
left ankle to the outside of the rear left leg. This was difficult for her with
her thighs still bound together, but the man was not deterred by considerations
such as this. He strapped her ankle in place with one of the belt. It was only
when he had secured her left ankle that he untied the rope binding her knees
together.
The man now went around to the
right, keeping far enough to avoid any kicks the vampiress might unwisely
launch at him, now that her right leg was free. She made no such attempt, as she
was too exhausted from her previous labour. He approached her from the right
and took her right ankle, and met with no resistance as he placed it on the
outside of the right rear leg of the trestle. He strapped the ankle in place as
well. When this was done, he reached up and strapped her long thighs to the
rear legs of the trestle using similar arrangements as those of her ankles. Once
Vampirella’s legs were secured, the man went round each side of the vampiress
and arranged her breasts neatly on either side of the back of the trestle.
The man now picked up a pair of
heavy shears from the table next to the trestle. He set to work on her boots,
cutting the PVC material away until he could free the boots from her feet,
leaving them bare. Flinging the destroyed boots aside, the man undid her clit
ring and put it inside his pocket before returning to the table.
Vampirella followed him with her
eyes as he took up two items. One was a ladle. The other was a sponge. He
scooped water from the trough and poured water over her bound body. The water
was surprisingly cool. She shivered slightly as the water dripped over her
back. The man kept ladling water and pouring it over her until her whole body
was wet. He dipped the sponge into the water and soaked it, then rubbed it all
over her body, especially under her costume and her bound arms.
The man then took a bottle of
liquid soap and poured liberal amounts onto the sponge. He lathered the soap
until it was thick and foamy. He began to rub soap onto Vampirellas body. He
began with her face first, as he wiped her face vigorously with the sponge,
almost choking the vampiress. He then soaped her hair, and pulling the long
strands along her back. He let the hair down to the left of her neck, and began
to soap her back. Then he bent down, and began to soap the front of her body.
He rubbed each of her breasts gently with the rough sponge. As he did so, he
played with them with his soapy hands. Vampirella winced when the sponge went
over the welts left on them by the whips.
Next, the man stood up and went
behind Vampirella. He placed the sponge over her crouch and began to scour her
private parts with the sponge, inserting a corner of the sponge through her
vagina lips to cleanse the inside. When the sponge rubbed over Vampirella’s clitoris
hood, she let out a cry it had become quite sensitive as a result of the
piercing there. He then moved on to her asshole, inserting a finger into the
orifice for good measure.
The man completed his soaping by
running the sponge down each of Vampirellas legs. When he was done, he let the
sponge drop on the floor, picked up the ladle again, and poured water all over
her until the last traces of soap had been washed off her. When she was finally
clean, he towelled her down, not neglecting to molest her once more at her
breasts and private parts.
“I hope you enjoyed that, slave.”
The man said. Vampirella scowled at him, but in truth, the wash had brought her
much relief. Her body had become very sticky from all the perspiration and dirt
accumulating on her body through her prolonged captivity.
“Now, it’s time to start dressing
you for your training.” The man said. He took two objects and walked round to
the front of Vampirella. They were thigh high boots of thin and highly polished
black leather. But unlike her own boots, these did not have stilletto heels.
The general shapes of high heel boots were preserved, but the soles were single
pieces of rubber of increasing thickness towards the rear. The heights of the
back of the heels were an amazing five inches. Also, instead of zips, the boots
had long lacing that ran up the outside of the legs. There were also D-rings
fitted to the leggings, at the ankle, the calf and the thigh, on the inward
side of the legs. He turned the boots so she could see the soles. They had
large round tips, to which were fitted iron horse shoes.
When the man saw the baffled look
on Vampirella’s face, he grinned.
“Surely you have heard of pony
slaves?” The man asked, “Don’t worry, you’ll soon find out what it means to be
one. To begin with, I’m going to put these pony boots on you so you can start
walking like one.”
The man walked behind Vampirella,
stood against her buttocks, and bent down. He released her right ankle, before
lifting her lower leg up off the floor, in the same way that an ironsmith would
lift the rear leg of a horse when he was fitting an iron shoe to. He slipped
the boot onto her right foot. Gripping her lower leg between his thighs, and
supported it with his joined knees, he freed his hands to work the laces of the
boot. It took him some time to lace the boot up to her right knee.
The man then lowered Vampirella’s
ankle and strapped it back against the trestle leg. He undid the belt around
her right thigh, and continued the process of lacing up her boot. When he
finished at the top of the boot, which reached nearly to her crotch, he tied the
laces off with a dead knot. Then he strapped the leather straps over her right
thigh again before repeating the whole laborious process with the other leg.
Next the man took a belt and
buckled it around her waist. It was a made out of two iron rings joined by
three leather straps. Two of the straps buckled up behind her back. When the
belt was buckled around her waist, each of the iron rings rested slightly
behind each of her hips. An additional leather strap swung from each of the
rings. This strap has a buckle at its end. Each of the boots also had an
additional leather strap attached to its top, on the outside of the thighs,
just behind the lacing. The strap had eyelets pierced in a neat row in them.
This strap mated up neatly with the strap suspended from the iron ring above.
The man buckled both sets of straps. Now, the boot tops were suspended from the
belt. The whole arrangement looked rather like stockings suspended from a
garter belt. To complete the ensemble, the man took a short leather strap with
snap hooks on both ends, and connected the two boots together, at a point just
above her knees. Once this was done, the man released Vampirella from the
trestle.
Vampirella got up carefully. The
boots did not feel uncomfortable at first. But as she backed off a few steps,
she found the boots awkward as a result of its heavy soles and high heels. When
the man led her by her leash around the inside of the corral, she found that
the strap linking her boots further restricted her movement, reducing her gait
to an unsteady trot. Unbeknownst to her, the height of the heels also caused
her to push back her rump, which, together with the unsteady gait, actually
made it move even more enticingly to the man behind her.
“A bit awkward, but you’ll get
use to it.” The man said as he led her back to the trestle and secured her to it
as before. He went to the table and this time, he picked up an anal plug, a
black rubber item with the familiar conical construction. The unique feature of
this one was, however, a large plume of black horse hair cascading from the
centre of its base. He lubricated it and came back to her, shoving it into her
asshole with little difficulty, given how slack her sphincter had become, but
the violence of the intrusion still caused the bound vampiress to suck in her
breath.
After completing his task, he
slapped Vampirella playfully in her rump before going to the house. He soon
returned with a familiar looking bottle filled with thick red liquid.
“Well, since you have been such a
good pony today, I think you deserve a little reward.” The man said as he came
up to her. There was a straw inserted into the bottle. He slipped the tip of
the straw through a hole in her muzzle that rested just in front of her lips.
She took the straw between her lips and sucked gratefully. It was not human
blood. It tasted more like pig’s blood. It was a poor substitute, but it was
blood. She drained the bottle completely.
“Excellent.” The man said. He
went round to Vampirellas back. She heard the familiar sound of his zip being
undone. The man lifted up the plume of horse hair on the anal plug, which was
blocking his view of her vulva, and raped her again. She hardly whimpered as
the man filled her inside.
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Over the next few days,
Vampirella drew water into the trough, lashed in the same way to the pole. She
was now wearing her pony boots. Within the first two days, she had become
accustomed to their limitations, and could move more nimbly with them. Indeed,
they were easier to walk with, given their broader soles. The man had also
removed the hateful clit ring, which helped a lot.
When that task was done, the man
would bring Vampirella into the corral for some exercise. She would run in the
direction he ordered her to. If she was slow or seemed to be disobedient, he
would enforce his will with his bullwhip. But in truth, her resistance had
melted away with each passing day as the routine of hard labour, rape and
feeding sank in.
Vampirella no long disobeyed or
defied him on purpose, but instead sought to obey his command as best as she
could. She had long gotten past the stage where she would resist for the sake
of resisting. It was a futile gesture that would only earn her the wrath of the
man and some fiendish punishment. But perhaps more than the fear of punishment,
she was afraid that he would not feed her at the end of the day.
And then, there was another
reason which Vampirella would not admit to herself. She was afraid that he
would not fill her at the end of the day, and leave her to spend the night in
sexual hunger. At the end of the day, if she had been obedient and done well,
he would lead her back to the trestle. The man no longer had to force her down
onto it and bind her in place. She would open her legs wide on her own accord and
bent down for the man to enter her.
The man noted this progress with
pleasure. Slavery was as much about the will as it was about the body. For a
captive to become a slave, she would have to accept mental subjugation on top
of her physical bondage. And Vampirella seemed to be close to this. She seemed
to have come to accept the man as master not only in the sense of having to
obey his will or face punishment, but more importantly as the sole source of
satiation of her appetites both physical and sexual ones. It did not matter
whether she knew this. It only mattered that sub-consciously, she had accepted
this fact.
A month went by, a month when the
daily routine was repeated without fail. At the end of each day, she would be
secured within the corral with the horse, her legs hobbled with thick leather
straps binding her knees and her ankles, and she would be allowed to lay down
on the dusty ground to sleep. This is if she had been good. If the man decided
to punish her, he would make her night very uncomfortable indeed, such as
hanging her from the railings of the corral, with her legs lifted up off the
floor. Or she might be bound to the trestle and have fresh welts added to the
existing collection by means of one of several whips the man had.
“I think you are now ready to
move on to the next stage.” The man said one day at the end of the exercise
session. As Vampirella contemplated what he meant, he brought her to the
trestle. She saw that there were some new objects on the table next to it as he
bent her over and strapped her in place once more.
Then the man untied Vampirella’s
wrists before picking up a leather object from the table nearby and showing it
to Vampirella. It was a mitten constructed of heavy leather, fitted with a long
sleeve.
“Form a fist with your right
hand.” The man ordered. Vampirella obeyed automatically. He slipped the sleeve
over her fist until the end slipped over the fist. Once it was fitted over her
hand, she found that she could no longer unclench her hand. The man now pulled
the sleeve up along her arm until it came to her elbow. The top of the sleeve
had a leather manacle which was now buckled around her upper arm, just above
her elbow. The sleeve had laces that ran from the wrist all the way up to the
top, on the outward side of the arm. He tightened the laces, and tied it off at
the top. He took a second mitten and did the same for her left arm.
The mittens had D-rings attached
to them at two points, one to the leather manacles above the elbow, and the
other set at the wrists. Both were on the inward side of the sleeve. The man
took a short leather strap, roughly the same length as the breath of her back,
and joined the two mittens at her elbows. He then took a double-ended bolt snap
and secured the mittens together at the wrists. Only when her arms were
thoroughly secured in this way did the man untie the rope that had bound her
arms to her torso since her captivity.
“Stand up.” the man ordered. When
Vampirella complied. She could not back off the trestle however, as her legs
were still strapped to its rear legs. The man took the leather collar off her
neck, and replaced it with another collar that he took from the table. This
collar was at least four inches tall, and it forced her to raise her head. The
collar was buckled in place with two sets of buckles, one above the other,
behind her neck.
“Comfy?” the man inquired
mockingly. Then he did something that Vampirella should have seen coming.
Taking a pair of scissors from the table, he cut the white collar of her
costume. The front of her costume fell off her torso to hand from the hips of
her thong.
Vampirella almost moved her arms
to try to stop him, but her arms were bound together. Then she saw how absurd
it was to try to stop him from committing this act. Her breasts and crotch had
been constantly exposed since the day of her capture. Her costume had become
irrelevant as a cover for her modesty, a modesty which was non-existent in any
case given the sexual humiliation she had been subjected to. The stripping away
of her costume had not exposed her any more or humiliated her any less than she
already was.
But as the man cut the material
of Vampirella’s thong stretching over her two hips, she knew deep down inside
that it was not merely the costume that was being stripped away from her. It
was also her identity as Vampirella, of which the costume was a big part. He
was replacing that identity with one of his choosing. She was to become what he
wanted her to be, and she had no choice in that matter. Nothing up to this
point not even her rapes, humiliations and tortures reinforced her
understanding of her situation as the act of stripping away her costume. As the
man took the cut costume away from her and fling it casually aside, she knew
that she was no longer Vampirella. She was the man’s pony slave.
The man moved Vampirella’s body
back a little to clear her crotch away from the trestle. She saw why in a
moment. He took up a black leather chastity belt, and strapped it around her
waist, just above the belt with the iron rings. The leather belt buckled on her
two sides. A thick strap ran down from the front and another from the back, the
latter being longer than the former. The back strap had a leather tube sewn to
the strap from which a thick plume of black pony hair emerged. The end of the
strap had a row of eyelets that would mate up to the steel buckle at the end of
the front strap.
Without ceremony or warning, the
man reached down and grabbed the plume of black hair emerging from the base of
the anal plug. Then he yanked it out of her. Vampirella moaned into her muzzle
when the cone spread her sphincter and popped out of her.
The man threw the plug aside,
before pulling the back strap deep down between her buttocks, then tight over
her vulva, before pulling it up and mated its end to the steel buckle in the
front strap. He pulled up the strap through the buckle until it was tight
before securing it. This left the plume of black pony hair squarely in the
middle of the small of her back.
Next the man took up a black
waist clincher. He wrapped this around Vampirella’s already narrow waist and
did up the lacing that ran up its front. As the garment constricted around her
waist, it made her figure looked even more curvy and sexy. At the same time,
the top of the waist clincher reached up to her breasts and propped them up.
The man unhooked the double-ended
bolt snap linking her wrists. He guided her lower arms forward, and folded them
under her naked breasts. He used a double-ended bolt snap to connect the right
wrist of Vampirella to the D-ring on the leather manacle encircling her left
arm just above the elbow, and another bolt snap to secure her left wrist to the
D-ring on the leather manacle around her right upper arm. This kept her arms
folded in front of her. The strap linking her elbows behind her back further
restricted any movement. The man bent her down again and secured her collar to
the iron ring on the front of the trestle, before unbuckling and removing the
muzzle that had been attached to her face for the past month.
“Now, for the centrepiece.” the
man said as he bent down behind the table to pick up something that he had
hidden from her view all this while. He lowered it into Vampirellas field of
vision. She stared into the face of a helmet shaped like that of a pony. It was
constructed from black moulded leather, placed over a light steel frame. It was
very realistic looking, with two very life-like ears on top, a pair of
life-like eyes on the sides, and a long snout with two nostrils at the tip. The
bottom of the helmet was open, with a circular frame at the neck. A slit ran
down the entire back of the helmet, with a series of leather straps running
down both sides of the opening.
The man placed the helmet on the
table and took up a comb. He combed her hair back, and away from her face and
the side of her head. He tied her long raven tresses into four separate bundles
using short strings, one on the top of her head, and the other three in a row
down the back of her head. He took off the mask covering her face, and picked
up the helmet.
The man brought the helmet in
front of Vampirella’s face and pulled the slit in its back wide open. She
looked inside to see that there was a thick rubber bit running across the
inside. As the man pulled the helmet over her head, he ordered, “Open your
jaws.”
Vampirella obeyed, opening her
jaws to accept the rubber bit as it was forced in between her jaws. The man
then pulled the rest of the helmet over her head, covering it completely. He
took the top bundle of her hair and fed it through the opening on the top of
the helmet, and buckled the top set of straps in place just under it. He repeated
this with the other three bundles of hair.
Vampirella felt the helmet
gripped her head as the straps were tightened. When the man was done, he untied
her hair, took a brush, and arranged her black hair until they fell back on the
back of the helmet, and covered the leather straps. When this was done, all
signs of leather straps were hidden, and it was almost as if her head had been
replaced with that of a pony head, one with long black mane.
To Vampirella’s surprise, she found
that the eye holes on the helmet lined up quite well with her own, so she could
see quite well forward, although the long muzzle on the helmet did block some
of her vision down. The two ‘eyes’ fitted to the helmet were actually lenses
that allow her to look through them. The space under the long snout also proved
surprisingly airy, allowing her to breathe easily.
“How do you like your new head?”
said a slightly muffled voice to her right. Vampirella realized that the
material just over her ears did not cut off all sound. It was thin enough for
her to hear louder noises such as a command.
Vampirella felt the man undid the
snap hook holding her collar to the trestle, and she stood up slowly. The heavy
head took some getting used to. When the man released her fully from the
trestle and led her around for a while, she was able to quickly adjust to the added
weight on her head and limitations to her view of vision.
The man brought Vampirella to a
point at the fence of the corral where he had set up a tall mirror. He placed
her there, and let her see her own reflection. She could not recognize herself
at all. Her head was completely covered by the helmet, with her black hair
forming the mane of the black pony head. Her long legs were entirely shrouded
by her pony boots. A plume of black pony hair shot out from her back, just
above the crack of her buttocks. The effect was uncanny. She had never thought
it was possible to transform anyone so completely into a caricature of a pony.
“Do you like what you see?” the
man asked. Vampirella would honestly have told him that she did.
“I know you could not open your
jaws, but you could whinny without doing that. Give me a whinny now.” The man
commanded. When Vampirella hesitated, he brought a riding crop down across her
buttocks. Instantly, she let out a tolerable imitation of a horse whinny.
“Good.” The man said laughing, “Let’s
go for a ride.”
Tying Vampirella’s leash to the
fence of the corral, he fitted up his horse. When he was done, he led both her
and the horse out of the corral. She caught the horse eyeing her in a bemused
manner. It probably wondered what manner of creature she was, with her head
like a pony but the body of a human. She was not sure if she knew herself. The
man climbed onto the horse, and tied the leash to the horn of his saddle. Then,
they set off in a trot.
The pace was moderate and
Vampirella could keep up quite easily as the man rode through the area around
the corral. When both the horse and her worked up a good sweat, the man brought
them back to the corral, where he watered them down from the trough after they
had cooled down.
“Excellent, excellent,” the man
said, clearly pleased at the day’s work. He looked at the tall woman standing
before him as he poured water down her curvaceous body. She was truly a marvellous
sight. She had taken him longer than most to wear down, but the efforts had
been worthwhile. He could not help but fondle one of her breasts, and was met
with the very gratifying response of a pleasured whinny.
“Yes, you’ll make a very fine
pony slave indeed.” the man said, smiling as he led Vampirella towards the
trestle for her reward.
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More weeks passed at the corral
as Vampirella settled down to her routine as a pony slave. The day after her
transformation, a new task had been added. She had been brought to another
machine set up behind the house. This machine was a generator.
Electricity was generated when a
wheel at the top of the machine was turned. A pipe had been wielded to the top
of the wheel, and a pole inserted through it like the water pump. Vampirella
would be lashed to the pole, and she would turn the generator round and round.
The electricity generated was stored in large batteries behind the house.
In the afternoon, Vampirella
would be brought out to exercise. At first, she had to follow the horse,
leashed to the saddle. Then gradually, the man left the leash at the corral,
and just let Vampirella ran alongside his horse. He noted how much she had
progressed. As a vampiress, she was much stronger than any mortal woman. She
could maintain a very quick pace for a long time. As she adapted to her pony
costume, she could even keep up when he galloped the horse a bit.
At the end of the day, Vampirella
was led back to the corral, where she was leashed to fence and her ankles
strapped together for the night. If she had performed all her tasks well which
she usually do the man would feed her, bend her over and fuck her.
Vampirella had not imagined that
she would have adapted so well to being a pony slave. Compared to her previous
life as a huntress and avenger, her pony slave life was uncomplicated and
settled. She did not have to move from place to place, constantly seeking out
monsters and villains to eliminate.
It was a life that had been
devoid of satisfaction. Every monster or villain killed did not bring her
closer to the end of her task. There were always more out there. New ones would
replace old ones. And there was no one there to appreciate what she had done,
no one there to reward her when she had done well, and no one there to comfort
her when she was hurt. Indeed, to even those she seeked to help, she was a
monster to be feared. She had not realized how tired she was of that kind of
life. She had not realized how lonely she had become.
Here, in the corral, Vampirella
only had to concentrate on the few tasks set for her. If she performed them
well, she knew she would be rewarded. She would be fed, and she would be
fucked.
Here, Vampirella felt that she
was actually appreciated, admittedly in a rather perverted way. It was clear to
her that her captor enjoyed using her. After the initial violence of her
capture and the first few days of breaking her, he had become almost tender. He
had treated her like the way he treated his horse, with an amount of genuine
affection. It was truly strange that she had wear a pony head and pony boots,
and bound tightly, to become cherished by someone.
“How are we this morning?” the
man asked, breaking Vampirella’s chain of thought. She whinnied in reply, one
that indicated that she was happy to see him. She was, as the man had gone off
the night before without using her. He had driven off in his truck, which he
did on occasions, to get supplies from the nearest town or to run some other
errands.
Vampirella got up off the ground
as best as she could, with her ankles still strapped together. The man knelt
down and undid the strap to free them. She shook her legs a few times to warm
them up and stretched her body as well as she could with her arms bound. She
shook her head to loosen her mane, to tidy them, but also because she knew that
the man loved to see her do that. He patted her on the side of her neck.
“Good, good. We are going to do
something different this morning.” The man said. He showed her a strange
looking object. It was curved like the shape of the letter J. It was covered
with black leather. A thick belt was riveted to the part of the J just before
it curved. The belt was secured with two buckles. Two straps ran from either
side of the belt. She saw that each of the straps had a stirrup secured to the
end. Two other belts with shoulder pads on them were attached to the top of the
J. These had snap hooks at their ends that mated up to D-rings on the front of
the belt. To complete the set-up, the curved portion of the J had a padded seat
that looked like that of a bicycle.
The man buckled the thick belt
around Vampirella’s waist, then pulled the two top belts over her shoulders. He
pulled them down the front of her chest, crossed them between her breasts,
inserted them under her folded arms, and secured their snap hooks to the
D-rings in front of her hips.
The man then walked around Vampirella
to make sure that the object had been neatly installed over her sinuous back.
Then, placing his hands on her shoulders, he inserted his left foot into the
left stirrup. He lifted himself up and swung himself into the seat, and sat
down.
As Vampirella adjusted to the
weight of the man on her back, she realized that the seat installed on her was
in fact a saddle, designed for use on a upright human rather than a horse.
And as a mount, Vampirella did
not disappoint the man. She was strong and could lift his weight easily. She
had to lean forward a little when he was seated, but she did not fall. She felt
a bizarre sense of pride at this, at the fact that a man had successfully
ridden her.
The man took out a coiled bridle
that he had tucked under his belt. This had bolt snaps on either end. He
attached the bolt snaps to two attachment points on the sides of her pony head.
These two points corresponded to the two ends of the rubber bit crossing her
mouth. He tested the bridle, pulling them this way then the other. Vampirella
turned her head in accordance to the motion.
“OK. Let’s go for a test run.”
The man said, pulling on her bridle.
Vampirella turned to her left,
and began to trot off. The man was not as heavy as she thought, and she could
move at quite a good speed. The man rode her out of the corral, and off into
the surrounding area. He had a riding crop in his hand, which he would tap on her
rump to get her to speed up. He would pull back on her bridle to slow her down,
and turn her head using the bridle to head her off in a new direction.
The man was completely ecstatic.
He had some doubts as to its success. Normally, the saddle worked best on male
pony slaves for they are better able to lift up the weight. But Vampirella was vampiress,
and she was carrying him easily even over rough ground. And he liked the view
from where he was. He could not help but keep looking down on her large bouncing
breasts. He took the bridle in his right hand, reached over and fondled her
left breast with his hand. Vampirella whinnied with pleasure as he played with
her nipple.
For the next few days, Vampirella
was ridden after her morning tasks were completed. The man would ride her off,
far away from the corral into the hills, where he would show her some
spectacular views. He would find some shady spot where he would take off her
saddle, lay her down and use her. He would then ride her back to the corral. She
grew to anticipate the daily rides.
Then, one day, the man left the
corral on his truck again, and was gone for almost two days. The man had fed
Vampirella and the horse. Then he had used a thick chain to chain her neck to a
post in the fence. This was unusual as she had not offered any resistance for a
long while. Then he went off, leaving Vampirella to brood over whether she had
done anything to displease the man.
When the man finally got back in
the middle of the second night, and went up to Vampirella, he patted her on the
neck.
“Sorry I was gone so long,” he
whispered in Vampirellas ear. She whinnied with pleasure at his touch. She was
about to get down onto her back for him, when he knelt down and strap her
ankles together. Instead of using her, he saddled up his horse, and rode it out
of the corral, leaving a confused Vampirella alone at the corral. The man only
came back in the morning. He did not come to her, but went straight to the
house. He did not emerged until late in the afternoon.
By then, Vampirella was frantic
with anxiety as to why the man was behaving so strangely. But her heart quieted
down when she saw that he was carrying the saddle and the bridle. She whinnied
and turned her back to him. He fitted the saddle to her back, put the bridle in
place and got on.
“Let’s go for a little ride.” The
man said.
Vampirella trot out of the corral
and, at the direction of the man, set off towards the hills. She soon
recognized the route that they were taking. It was the route she had been brought
on the day she first arrived at the corral, the route leading to the sinkhole
where she was tortured. The memory brought up some unease in her, but she
trotted onwards at a steady pace.
When they arrived at the
sinkhole, it was already evening time. When the man brought her to a stop and
got off, Vampirella saw a sight that made her start. Right where she had been bound
to that first night was another woman. She was a blonde with a long curvaceous
body, but petite when compared to the tall Vampirella. She also looked older,
probably in her late thirties. She was wearing a black set of lacy bra and
panties but nothing else.
Like Vampirella, she had been tied
up with ropes, with her arms pointing high up in the air behind her back. This
left her butt lifted high up into the air, her breasts swinging below her with
every motion of her body. She turned at their approach. Her eyes expressed the
shock she must have felt when she looked upon Vampirella in her pony girl
costume.
“How do you like her Vampirella?”
the man asked as he got off the pony slave and wealked up to the girl. She had
been gagged with a black rubber ball gag and she could only make noises that
sounded like pleading.
“Well now, our District Attorney
isn’t so tough all of a sudden, huh?” the man said. Vampirella saw tears
stained the face of the blonde. Dissolved mascara ran down her cheeks in black
streaks. She looked terrified beyond words.
“I’ll leave you here for one more
night, just to soften you up a little more.” The man said, laughing as he got
on to Vampirella again.
On the ride back to the corral,
Vampirella was flooded with conflicting emotions. Memory of the torment, the
fear, the humiliation of her capture and her breaking, came flooding back into
her mind. These emotions clashed with her new sense of being cherished and
loved. But most of all, she was torn by the look of terror in the woman’s face.
Then she became aware that the man was talking.
“Well, I regret to say that our
association is coming to an end now. It has been a most enjoyable time for me.
You are by far the best slave that I had ever trained. I would have kept you
for myself if I had known how good you are. But I’ve already been paid for my
services, and I really can’t afford to offend someone as powerful as my
employer. So, I’m afraid I’ll have to ship you off to Europe in the next few
days. You will be sorely missed.”
Vampirella’s mind was plunged
into further turmoil at the words. As they turned into the corral, and the man
secured her for the night, her mind suddenly became clear. She saw what she had
become a mere slave to be bought and sold. She had allowed herself to become a submissive,
a true slave at heart, depending on the whim of another person for her own
pleasure and meaning. She felt an intense sense of loathing for herself ... and
a renewed sense of hatred for her captor, for capturing her, for torturing her,
for humiliating her, for raping her, but most of all, for turning her into a
true slave.
Vampirella began to struggle with
her bonds. She had not truly tried to break free since the man had put the pony
costume on her. She found the bondage too tough to break. She began to look
around for a way to escape.
She saw a nail driven into a post
in the fence near her. She got up onto her feet, and bounced towards the post.
Kneeling down next to the post, she manoeuvred her body against the post. Using
the nail, she tried to push back the latch of the double-ended bolt snap
securing her right mitt to the belt. She had to try a few times, pushing her
body against the nail before she succeeded.
Vampirella turned around to check
that the man had not detected her attempts to escape. The house was dark. She
turned back to her task. She used a finger joint of her right hand to push back
one of the latches on the bolt snaps holding her left arm to the belt. Now both
her arms were free, though her hands were still trapped inside the bondage mittens.
Using both her fists, she manipulated the snap hook holding her collar to the
leash. It took a few tries, but it came off.
Vampirella bounced a few steps
along the fence until she came to the trough. It was still half filled with water,
but she was not interested in the liquid. She knelt down next to one corner of
the trough. The corner had a sharp edge. She tilted her body and placed her
right arm against the corner. She tried to use the edge to cut the laces
holding the mitt to her arm. As she could not see what she was doing owing to
the helmet, she had to do it by feel. At the third try, she managed to severe
the lacing near the top of her sleeve. Using her left fist, she broadened the
breach, and felt the sleeve loosen around her arm. She flexed her hand, and
allowed the sleeve to slip off. Then she used her freed hand to undo the knot
on the laces of the other sleeve, and took the mitten off.
Finally, with both her hands
free, Vampirella unbuckled the straps securing her legs together. Then she
reached up to the heavy helmet and unstrapped it. When it came loose, she
pulled it off her head, dropping it to the ground. She stretched her body,
luxuriating at the feeling of freedom. Then she turned and walked to the house.
Vampirella kicked the door in
with her heavy pony boot and walked in. The man had been sleeping. He woke up
with a start and jumped up in the bed. She leapt onto him, and slammed him into
the wall with a hand.
“Hello, missed me?” she asked,
snarling and exposing her canine teeth.
For the first time, the man
looked terrified as he struggled in her grip. Vampirella smelt something and
looked down and was amused to see that he had wetted himself.
“So, you are a coward after all,”
she mocked. She threw him across the room, slamming him against the other wall.
She sauntered up to the cowering man.
“Who hired you?” she asked,
standing over the man.
“Please... please... don’t hurt
me.” The man said.
“Who hired you?” she roared.
“I don’t know. We just correspond
by email.” the man said, gesturing towards a lap-top set up next to a SatComm
set on a table next to the bed.
Vampirella snorted in derision
and turned towards the laptop. The man leapt up quickly, and lunged for
something in the corner. It was a shotgun, but even before he could reach it,
Vampirella had gotten to him. She sank her teeth deep into his throat. When he
was drained, the beautiful vampiress dropped the lifeless body onto the ground.
It was the most satisfying meal she had in a month.
Vampirella quickly searched the
cottage. She found her cut costume and her boots folded neatly in a zip-lock
bag. It was labelled with her name, the date and time of her capture. She could
not wear it. Neither could she wear what she had on. Luckily, she found other
feminine clothing there, also neatly folded in zip-lock bags. How many women
had he enslaved? Vampirella wondered as she chose a small red tube dress. She
took off the rest of her pony slave costume. Then, she put on the dress and her
boots.
Vampirella took a bag and slipped
the laptop into the bag. She slung the bag across her body and walked out of
the house. The moon was just rising. It was a full moon again. Its light lit up
the desert landscape. She raised her arms, and a pair or large leathery wings
spread behind her. She leapt into the air and flew towards the sinkhole, on her
way to rescue the blonde.