This is a prequel to the stories ‘Breaking Purgatori’ and ‘Breaking Bloodrayne’.

Breaking Vampirella Part 2: Harem

The limousine slid up to the front of the museum, and the valet stepped smartly forward to open the car door. A tall blond woman emerged from the car, and instantly all eyes were upon her. In her black PVC high-heeled boots, she was easily the tallest woman present. Her heavily stacked curvaceous body was covered in a small halter-top dress in deep maroon that hugged her figure tightly, showing off her firm buttocks, her narrow waist and her full bosom. As she walked up the long red carpet leading into the grey granite building, her body swayed ever so slightly to the motion of her walk, almost like the way a lion moves, the body seemingly relaxed and yet ever ready to pounce upon her prey.

As the woman entered the main exhibition hall of the Ancient Egypt exhibition, which had been turned into a ballroom for this fund raising night, the crowd seemed to part before her as she walked through the hall purposefully, almost as if she was aiming for someone. The object of her aim quickly became obvious as she came to a corner of the hall, near the main attraction of the exhition, a four thousand year old mummy of the Queen Nefertiti, which was dominated by a dark gentlemen clad in an impeccably white suit. He was tall, but not quite as tall as the woman, but his broad shoulders implied strength hidden by the suit. His face was Arabic in feature and finely chiselled with sharp upraised cheekbones and a sharp nose. He wore a beard and a moustache, both neatly combed. His black hair was sleek and neatly combed back. The way he talked showed that he was used to being in control and obeyed.

As if on cue, the man turned and rested his eyes on the new arrival. His eyes instantly lit up with a sort of savage thirst that the woman found, for a moment, disconcerting, as if he could see right through her. She recovered her poise and walked right up to him, and introduced herself. He returned the courtesy, and did not mention the fact that he was a Prince from a wealthy Gulf state, a fixture in the social scene in New York, and the generous sponsor of the exhibition. He left those bits up to his companion, the ever so accommodating and fawning CEO of the museum.

They danced, the Prince and the woman, all night, and as the evening wore on, and the other guests got more and more drunk, he had quietly proposed that they retire to the rear of the museum, where his host had so graciously prepared a room for use by the VIP. She had agreed and followed him. As they left the hall, a group of men followed at a discreet distance, forming a circle around the Prince. The bodyguards. But when they got to the room, they stayed outside, and only the Prince and the woman stepped in.

"Would you like more champagne?" the Prince asked, as he walked over to a drink cabinet.

"No thank you." The woman said, walking up towards the Prince. Her hips swayed with each move. She reached down to the hem of her dress, gripped it with both her hands, and lifted the hem up and over her head, and pulled the dress off her body, flinging it aside, exposing the fact that she wore a red PVC full body thong with a white collar underneath.

"Vampirella." The Prince said calmly as he lifted his champagne glass up to his lips.

Vampirella tore off the blond wig, and continued to walk towards the man, "You know my name then."

"Of course," the Prince said, backing away slowly but not in panic, "I paid good money for you to that foolish American. But I heard that he had met an unfortunate end. How did you track me down?"

"It was easy." Vampirella said, eyeing the Prince as he backed up against a wall, "All your emails to him were on the Cowboy's laptop. I simply asked someone I rescued for a favour to trace it back to you. And now, I'm going to tear you apart for what you had the Cowboy do to me."

The Prince laughed out loud at this, which stopped Vampirella for a moment. Suddenly, the wall behind the Prince seemed to give way to reveal a door. In a flash, the man disappeared through the doorway. Vampirella leapt forward quickly, determined not to let the man escape. She charged through the doorway into the darkness of the room next door.

Vampirella realised that it was a trap almost immediately as a nearly invisible line tripped her. She fell forward, and before she could regain her balance, she dropped face first into onto the floor. She landed on her hands and knees, and almost immediately felt a painful bite on her breasts. She looked down and saw to her horror that she had landed on top of several small sleek black snakes, all with wide open mouths and venom dripping from their sharp fangs. Several of them had immediately attacked her in self-defence. She got up to her feet and kicked the snakes aside, but the damage had already been done. Glancing down, she could see several pairs of holes on her mounds. She could feel the venom from the snake bites rushing through her body. She took a few steps, and fell onto her hands and knees, her body becoming numb as the toxin from the bits began to paralyze her.

"These are Arabian Desert Asps." A voice said. Vampirella raised her head with difficulty to see the Prince come up to her. She saw several men with him, carrying handles with small loops at their ends. These men began to round up the snakes until they have cleared a path for the Prince. He knelt down in front of her and lifted up her chin with his hand. "Not that poisonous as far as snakes go, but what I need is their unique venom that paralyzes rather than kills."

Vampirella tried to rise, tried to strike out at the man, but her arms barely obeyed her, and she only succeeded in unbalancing herself. She tumbled onto her side, her hair cascading down around her face. She tried to move again, but her body was almost completely unresponsive to her commands now.

"I had not thought it possible, that such a simple trap as a rope across the doorway can ensnare a creature as powerful and beautiful as yourself." The man said, brushing the hair away from her face. He reached down and slid his smooth hand along one of her long thighs.

"You will make a very interesting addition to my collection." The man said, smiling. It was not a pleasant smile, full of sadistic pleasure.

"But first, I'll have to get you secured."

The Prince stood up and walked away from the still form of Vampirella. He drew aside a thick curtain against one wall of the room to reveal a row of lit candles which instantly lit up the room in their eerie glow. When he returned, he had a bundle of leather items in his hands. He laid them down in front of her, so that she could see them. He picked up the first item and showed it to her. It was a black corset made of stiff and thick hide, reinforced at regular intervals by vertical bones that looked stiff and unyielding. It was opened at the back, and had a series of leather straps running down the left side of the opening, and buckles running down the right. These were securely fastened to the corset by metal rivets. The surface of the corset was polished such that it reflected, dully, the light from the flickering candles.

The Prince placed the corset around the narrow waist of the helpless vampiress, before flipping her onto her stomach. He sat down on her buttocks as he pulled the corset closed around her waist, and proceeded to buckle the straps tightly down her back. He was absolutely merciless in his task, pulling the straps as far as they could go before buckling them, forcing the corset to squeeze her torso tightly and firmly. Even though Vampirella would not be able to feel it now, the bones of the corset dug into her flesh, forcing them into compliance with the unnaturally narrow shape of the corset. When the Prince flipped her onto her back to admire his handiwork, he was satisfied to observe how the corset had effectively made her waist even more slender, her rounded hips more prominent, and how her bosom was lifted up by the upsweep of the corset.

The Prince now took up an item that resembled the black corset crushing Vampirella's waist, with the same buckled-up back and bones inserted at intervals from top to bottom to give its side a pronounced inward curve. But it was far too small to be a corset for the waist. Vampirella realised that it was a collar when the man lifted up her head, brushed her long raven black hair away from her neck, and encased her swan like neck with the 'corset'. It was long enough to cover her neck entirely. The man laced up the back to fit the collar snugly around her neck, and she could feel the shape of the collar forcing her head to tilt up.

The Prince now took up a pair of long leather sleeves. These were made of the lighter material than the items now worn by the captive Vampirella, to allow them to fold, but they ended in mittens made from the same stiff and unyielding material as the corset and collar. He pulled one sleeve up each of Vampirella's arms, and secured the sleeves in place with the small straps that closed the sleeves just under her arm pits. This effectively trapped her hands inside the hard casing of the hide mittens, rendering them useless to grasp anything.

The Prince was not done yet. There was a pair of thick leather manacles secured to the top of the corset, under each of her armpits. He encircled and imprisoned each of her upper arms in one of the manacles, and buckled them tightly. This trapped her arms against her side. He then folded up each of her arms over her chest, just above her breasts. In this position, her wrists crossed in front of her, and he used a leather strap to secure them together. This leather strap had a D-ring on it, and he used a double-ended snap hook to secure this D-ring to a similar ring secured to the front of the collar around the vampiress' neck. This kept her arms crossed in front of her.

The Prince now picked up a large sheath made of the same black hide as the corset, with the same polished surface. The sheath was tapered in shape with a laced-up back with an opening on each end. There were belts bolted over each opening. The length of the sheath betrayed its purpose, as the man slid the sleeve up her long slender legs. It came up to almost her buttocks in the back. He then laced up the sleeve tightly around her legs. It was a long process but by the end, he had meshed both her legs tightly together. The process was complete when he buckled the belts on each end of the sheath, one of which was around her upper thighs, just under her buttocks, and the other around her ankles, tightly. The fitting was so snug around her legs that there was no danger of it sliding down, but to eliminate any possibility of that happening there were a series of leather straps that were riveted to the top of the sheath, which could be pulled up to the hem of the corset, where a series of buckles had been waiting. The Prince secured each of the straps so tightly that they dug into the soft flesh around her buttocks and hips.

The Prince now took up the last item. It was a leather helmet with a full face mask with an opening in the back. It had two holes for the eyes, but lacked any hole for the mouth. Instead, situated over where the mouth should be was a large but stubby rubber dildo, shaped liked an oversized penis. The man pulled back the hair of Vampirella, and placed the dildo into her parted mouth. He then slipped the rest of the leather helmet over her head and then laced it up tightly around her. When he was done, the head of the prisoner had been obscured and in its place was a leather covered head with a pony tail of hair emerging from the back.

"Comfortable?" the Prince mocked when he was done. He stood over Vampirella, almost entirely encased now in polished leather. She was beginning to regain some use of her body, and she was struggling weakly with her bondage. The stiffness of the hide was such that she could hardly move.

Satisfied with his handiwork, the Prince picked up a small wooden box. He opened it and showed its content to Vampirella. Two large, oversized dildos sat on the soft cushion at the bottom of the box. Both were shaped like penises and made from soft rubber. One was short and stubby, with a flanged bottom, obviously a butt-plug, and the other was more slender but much longer. There was also a sheath of lubricants in the box. The man picked up the butt plug first and lubricated it generously. He turned Vampirella onto her side, and folded up her body, so that her butt was pointed at him. He pushed aside the crotch of her red PVC costume, and used his lubricant stained fingers to smear the hole of her anus. Once it was sufficiently lubricated, he placed the fat tip of the butt-plug against her asshole and shoved it into her ass. Even through her venom dulled senses, Vampirella could feel the shock of the blow in her ass rushing up her spine, and she moaned into her gag.

The Prince smiled in his evil way again, and picked up the second dildo, and applied lubricant to its long, ribbed shank. He made sure every inch of it was covered with lubricant before turning his attention to Vampirella's exposed vulva. Using his smeared fingers, he parted the pink vulva lips of the vampiress, and pushed his fingers into the tunnel of her vagina, bringing another moan to the lips of the raven haired captive as he twisted his fingers against her vagina wall, lubricating it. He noted to his surprise, as he did so, that Vampirella's clitoris was slowly beginning to engorge.

"Ahh! I see, so the Cowboy was not a complete failure after all. He did train you to respond to bondage. Or is this your true nature right from the beginning?" the Prince asked, in a voice loud enough to penetrate the thick material of her bondage helmet. Underneath the leather, Vampirella's face flushed with humiliation, but she knew that her captor was right, for she could feel her body responding to her strict bondage, to the butt plug in her ass, and to the fingers in her vagina. She almost cummed when the man placed the tip of the dildo against her vulva lips, and then shoved it home, all the way, up into her vagina. The man had then replaced the crotch of her costume over her nether region, holding the two dildos in place within her.

"How do you like to have dildos in your holes? Are enjoying yourself, my little slut?" the Prince mocked. Vampirella could only try to shake her head as her only means of her protest, but discovered to her disappointment that even this form of expression had been taken away from her by the strict posture collar around her neck.

The Prince clapped his hands twice, and two men appeared in the room from a side door.

"Bring her into the preparation room." The Prince said. The two men bowed, and picked up the bound Vampirella, who was now struggling ferociously in her bondage. She knew it was futile, as she was still too weak from the snake venom, and from the strong leather binding her, but she felt obligated to try, to show that she had not been broken yet. Or perhaps it was because she loved the sensation that came from how her struggles cause the butt-plug and dildo in her ass and cunt to wriggle inside her, or how her breasts felt as they rubbed against the corset around her waist. She did not know which was which, and was afraid to admit the latter might be the true answer. She was afraid that she had indeed been turned into a bondage nympho during her slavery with the Cowboy.

The two men carried Vampirella into the room next door. This room was richly decorated by drawings on the wall that imitated the fresco found in the ancient Egyptian tombs. They brought her to a spot where a long and narrow plank rested between two sawhorses. They placed her onto the plank. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see more men coming into the room. They were carrying rolls of bandages, carefully stained to make them look ancient. They began to wrap the captive Vampirella up and down her body, around both her body and the plank she was bound to. When they were done with her body, they took smaller rolls of bandages and continued with the head, again making sure that her head was securely bound to the plank under her. When they were done, she could not move her head at all. She tried to move the rest of her body, but found that the bandages were embracing her so tightly that she was well and truly secured to the plank, making her body completely motionless.

The men had been careful to wrap only a layer over Vampirella's nose, to allow her to breathe, and they had not wrap her eyes as yet. Instead, they lifted her off the sawhorses, and carried her to a corner of the room where a large mirror had been placed. They put her down in front of it and lifted her up to a standing position to let her see how effectively bound she was. She had to admit that she looked exactly like a mummy. Then she was carried to a corner of the room where an empty sarcophagus stood against a wall.

"Put her inside." The Prince ordered. The men turned Vampirella around and placed her carefully into the sarcophagus. The coffin fitted the vampiress snugly, adding any layer of security to prevent any movement. She whimpered into her gag, but no sound escaped her through the helmet nor through the folds of cloth over her mouth. One last layer of cloth was now placed over her eyes, completely covering them, but she could still see through the cloth. She soon found that there was a purpose to this, as the men made a deliberate show of picking up the lid of the sarcophagus. She could see that the top of the lid was carved to resembled the shape of a woman with an Egyptian headdress and costume. The face was amazingly life-like, and she realized with a shock that it was her face that she was looking at, perfectly frozen. She was being entombed within a sarcophagus made explicitly for her.

"MMMMMMMMMMPH!" Vampirella screamed into her gag as the lid was turned around and fitted to the coffin she had been placed in. She struggled and cried, but her body did not move a bit, nor any sound escaped her. She was as good as a living corpse, about to be buried alive in her own coffin.

The lid was closed over Vampirella, and all sound and light were shut out, sealing her in total silence and darkness. Something primordial inside her snapped, and she screamed and screamed inside her coffin.

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The darkness and silence that embraced Vampirella so tightly seemed to last forever. After fighting down her initial panic, she realized that there must be some form of ventilation system built into the lid, for she could breathe normally. But this did not change the fact that she had been placed in an environment of total sensory deprivation, tightly cocooned in strict bondage and placed in a tight coffin. The only thing she could feel was the sarcophagus being moved. It was obvious that she was being transported somewhere. Otherwise, her environment was completely sterile. Being the untamed creature that she was, who found even the tiny dress she had worn to the museum confining and chose to walk about in a costume that was barely more than a bikini, this was total confinement was pure agony for her. She could feel her mind slipping away from sanity. Wild and random thoughts popped into her head, haunting her, as emotions of anger alternated with those of utter despair and helplessness. Faces of enemies and friends swam through her mind, provoking in her feelings of guilt for those she had let down, and hatred of those that had tormented her.

It was almost welcome when the butt-plug in Vampirella's ass and the dildo in her cunt suddenly came alive, seemingly at exactly the right point in time when her mind was weakened by her own nightmares. The shock of the powerful sensations sent shudders up and down her body. If her body had been capable of even the minutest motion, she would have undulated to the powerful pulse of the intruders in her lower tracts. As it was, all she could do was to endure the assaults on her senses. Indeed, her mind latched desperately onto the overwhelming sensations that came from her sensitive lower region, and she could feel her body beginning to respond erotically to the vibrations, with her nipples hardening against the fabric of her costume, and her clitoris becoming more sensitive. Then, just as suddenly as the vibrations started, they stopped, leaving her in deep frustration.

Vampirella tried to squeeze her legs together more tightly, to try to inch the dildo in her cunt up further into her, succeeding only in manipulating it slightly inside herself, to relieve the powerful tension that had been built into her, but to no avail. Silence and darkness returned to dominate her world, and once more an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia flooded her psyche as she struggled with her bondage. After the powerful sensations of the vibrations inside her, the bondage became even more unendurable.

Vampirella's life seemed to melt into cycles of this despair and near ecstasy as the vibrations would start and end suddenly for periods of time. They seem to come at random intervals so that she could not predict them. When they come, they flooded her senses, only to dump her back into the abyss of a terrifying bondage without warning. This was surely some form of cruel torture, designed to drive her towards the edge of insanity. Indeed, she was unable to focus her mind on anything but the alternating feeling of claustrophobia and the insufferable sensation of want built up within her body. She did not knew what was worse, the feeling of unsatisfied want inside her body from the dildo and butt-plug, or the total sensory deprivation of her bondage.

What was worse was the random intervals of powerful vibrations completely disrupted any attempt by Vampirella's body to rest. She would be rudely awoken by the powerful force within her body as the vibrators start, driving her senses towards a sensual peak. This lack of rest reinforced the effect of the sensory deprivation and the shock of the vibrations within her, helping to weaken the will of the captive vampiress.

Finally, when the lid of the sarcophagus was pried open, and light and sound flooded into Vampirella's dark and silent prison, her senses were overwhelmed and she could barely even form the thought of resistance. She felt herself lifted out of the sarcophagus and the bandages binding her to the plank cut to free her from the cocoon. As the cloth bandages fell away, her body was partially liberated in that she could now bend her body and legs to a limited degree. She shamelessly used this opportunity to begin to undulate her body to try to cum.

"Look at the slut." Came a sneer. The voice of the Prince. Vampirella somehow registered the voice, and the insult, but she did not care.

"Take the dildo out of her cunt." Came a command.

Powerful hands grabbed Vampirella and placed her into a kneeling position. Her body was forced forward until her face almost met the ground. She felt the crotch of her costume being pulled aside, and the cool air touching her vulva brought a great relief to her. The dildo was pulled out unceremoniously away from her, and she felt her body tremble from the sensation of the withdrawal. She knew that she had cummed as she felt viscous liquid tickle out of her cunt and down her crotch.

"See how easily she cums? Obviously she loves her bondage." The voice of the Prince said. Vampirella did not care, as she revelled in the sensation of relief. She did not respond even when she heard the sound of a pair of pants being unzipped, and she felt warm flesh probe her vulva lips. Indeed, she moved her hips as the rod of warm and firm flesh ram into her. It felt larger and warmer than any she had felt before.

"Mmmmm..." the vampiress moaned as the penis move up and down her tract, and her body trembled a second time as she orgased and cummed again.

"My, my, you cum so easily." The Prince mocked the captive Vampirella. She did not care as she continued to move her hips to the get the maximum length of her captor's penis into her body. Finally, he ejaculated into her, and she felt her body slump down from exhaustion.

"That's enough for now." The Prince said, "Time to dress her properly."

Vampirella was lifted up to a kneeling position. It was only then that she saw that she was in a private passenger jet. The sarcophagus she had been in was next to her, and she was being held down by two large and muscular amazons. One of them was an African, and the other a blonde. Bound as she was, Vampirella could not resist the grip of the women.

"I would like you to meet two of my slaves." The Prince said, sitting down on a plush leather seat that had been swung round to face her, gesturing to the two women who were dressed in nothing but lacy bra and panties. The African was wearing a white set, while the blonde was wearing a black set.

"As I had anticipated, there was no problem smuggling you out of America at all. The State Department, being anxious to maintain good relations with my country, had been most helpful to ensure that I would experience none of that troublesome security checks. Of course, no one is going to X-ray such a delicate treasure as a newly discovered 3,000 year old mummy. If they did, they just might discover something curious about the two objects in the crotch of the mummy."

The Prince laughed at his own joke, which Vampirella did not find funny at all, especially as she was forced to bend over by the two amazons, and the long dildo inserted back into her cunt again. She quivered as the large object slid up her vagina. She almost cummed a third time as the crotch of her costume was pulled over the two objects inserted in her. When this was done, the women placed a thick belt around her upper thighs, just above her knees, and clinched it tightly in place. The belt gripped her thighs tightly, crushing her knees together. The women then began to unlace the sheath, but did so only half way up, freeing only her lower legs, but still trapping her thighs in a tight hobble.

"But, ironically, entering my own country will be a more delicate issue." The Prince said, "I really do not want my uncle, the Minister of Culture to start asking inconvenient question about a mummy being brought into the country."

Vampirella was now lifted up to a standing position by the two amazons. They took a long black robe and dropped it over her leather bound body. The robe covered her from her neck down to the toes of her boots, covering her body and her bondage completely. The women then took an opaque head veil and placed it over the head of the vampiress, covering it completely with the exception of her eyes. Clad as she was, there was absolutely no sign that she was bound and gagged underneath the robes.

The two women now placed the black clad Vampirella onto an empty seat. The dildos in her cunt and ass were driven deeper into her as she sat down, causing the captive to moan as the two women placed the seat belt over her lap and buckled it tightly. They then went to the back of the plane and put on their own versions of the black robes that they had put on the vampiress. Then they sat down as well as the plane banked in its final approach to land.

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The Prince encountered no problems at all as the plane landed. Of course, they could have been picked up right at the tarmac by a limousine, but the Prince chose to walk through the sparkling new terminal of the international airport, with his three black-robed concubines following him. Perhaps it was just for the thrill of it, the fact that he was walking a bound and gagged prisoner right in the open through a crowded terminal. Perhaps he was trying to demonstrate to Vampirella just how hopeless her situation truly was.

Held tightly by the muscular arms of the two amazons, the vampiress could not resist, given that snake venom still stained her blood, weakening her. The women held her tightly by her arms under the robe, and dragged her along, as she tried to follow as best as she could with her knees hobbled together. She struggled with her leather bondage, but they refused to budge, as her eyes darted from side to side, desperately seeing if anyone noticed that she was an unwilling prisoner. No one did. All they saw were two women helping a third who appeared to be sick.

The trio were waved quickly through customs, and they came to the front of the terminal, where a black limousine was already waiting. The driver opened the rear door, and the Prince climbed in before Vampirella was shoved in, followed by the two women. When the vampiress tried to get up, the women grabbed her and forced her into a seat facing the Prince. They pulled seating belts over her bound body to hold her tightly in place. Then, the front of her veil was pulled down all the way so that they covered her eyes. When she had been blindfolded thus, she heard the click of a switch, and suddenly, the dildos in her came alive again. She shuddered and fought against her restraints as the vibrations shook her.

The drive seemed to last forever. Blindfolded as she was, the journey seemed to stretch into long hours of darkness, broken only by the vibration inside of her. When the limousine finally stopped, she was vaguely aware of the fact that she was being unstrapped from her seat, and taken out of the limousine. She was carried for a short distance before they seem to enter a building, and she was dumped unceremoniously on a hard concrete floor.

"Take off those robes." Came the Prince's command. Strong hands pulled away the black robe that had been covering her and her bondage. The bright white light in the room she was in blinded her for a moment before she saw that she was surrounded by four burly men, all clad in desert camouflage uniforms and wearing red berets. Before she could see more, they reached down, grabbed her and put her in a kneeling position before the Prince.

"Turn her into the bitch that she is." The Prince said.

Vampirella felt hands unbuckling and taking off the bondage gear that had been confining her body. They were careful, however, to leave the leather mitten sleeves on her arms, even as they took off the corset around her waist, allowing her to breathe normally. Before they unbuckled her arms from the corset, they placed leather manacles around her wrists, linked by a short chain with a strong iron ring in the centre. Similarly, they had placed leather manacles around her ankles before taking off the sheath from her legs. When they had taken it off, they took a short chain, and passed it through the iron ring in the centre of the chain linking the manacles around her wrists, and connected each end to a leather manacle around her ankles. With another chain, they connected the iron ring to the D-ring in front of her collar.

They then lifted Vampirella up to a kneeling position, and the bondage helmet was taken off her perspiration soaked head. As the penis gag was taken out of her mouth, a long strand of spit came out with it from her mouth. But no sooner had the helmet been taken off then it was replaced with another helmet. They showed it to her before they put it on. It was shaped like the head of a dog, with a long snout and upraised ears. Dark lenses covered the holes where the eyes should be. They placed the helmet around her head, and used the buckles behind her head to secure it tightly in place, leaving only her jaws and lips uncovered. To eliminate any danger of her biting, a thick strap ran under her chin to prevent her from fully opening her jaws.

The men tilted her body forward, and forced her to raise her buttocks up again. Someone took a firm grasp of the butt-plug in her ass and pulled it out. It came out with a soft but audible pop, and Vampirella screamed from the pain. The men laughed, and someone took another item and showed it to her. It was another butt-plug, but larger and longer than the one that had resided in her - she was not even sure if her anus could take something as large as that. It had a flanged base, from which a long rubber tail emerged, sweeping up into a tip. A series of leather straps emerged from the side of the flanged base to form a star pattern, no doubt to hold the butt-plug in place within her. The men laughed and joked to one another as they lubricated the monster plug and placed it in her ass hole. Much to her own surprise, her asshole opened up readily to accept the object, and she felt it slid into place until the flanged base stopped its progress. The men then pulled the straps over each of her hips to encircle her waist, and then buckled the straps tightly in place. Finally, one of the men got behind her, grabbed the front of her costume, and yanked aside the twin strips of fabric covering her breasts. The full globes dropped down and swung under her like pendulums.

"Show her the result." The Prince commanded. A large mirror was carried to a spot in front of her, to her right, and Vampirella could see herself for the first time. The helmet covering her face did make her look like a dog, and as she got up onto her hands and knees, her "tail" seemed to wag. She felt nothing but humiliation as the men around her laughed at the result. The flame of resistance flared temporarily within her and she tried to get up. However, the chains linking her wrists, ankles and neck did not allow her to rise. Realizing that all she did with her futile resistance was to cause her tail to wag, she surrendered to her humiliation and slumped to the ground.

"Put her in the kennel with the other dogs."

Vampirella was lifted up and dragged across the floor. She heard the sound of a gate swinging open, and she was dumped unceremoniously onto the bare concrete floor. The gate was shut behind her and locked.

"Well, bitch, how do you like your new home?" The Prince asked.

Vampirella got onto all fours and observed her surroundings. What she saw filled her with dismay. The cage she was in was but one in a long row. Each of the cages was constructed from chain link fences, enclosing three sides, with a chain-link gate shutting off the fourth. The cages were barely large enough for her to pad around in, being merely six feet by six feet. She also saw that she was not the only one present.

There were other occupants in other cages to either side of her. Some of them were real dogs, which seemed to ignore what was going on. But she could see at least six other creatures occupying the cages that were not canine. They were women, and each of them were as mercilessly bound and transformed into human caricatures of dogs.

As all their faces were covered with a bondage helmet resembling a dog head, she could not see any of their faces, but their skin colours showed that they were from a variety of ethnicity. Some of them were petite. Others look larger. But they all were similarly shackled such that they could not rise, and they all had a rubber plug in their ass with tails that stood up behind them. They were silently watching the new arrival through the fences of their cages. Perhaps they were recalling what had happened to them when they first arrived?

The shame of the situation hit Vampirella hard, and she sat back on her kneels, uncontrollable tears flooding her eyes.

"Yes bitch," the Prince said, forcing every once of cruelty into his voice as he spoke, "You might as well accept it, you are nothing more than a pet now."

The Prince laughed with malicious delight as he turned and left the kennel with his entourage, leaving Vampirella sobbing alone in her cage.

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The sound of boots woke Vampirella up from her fitful sleep. She got onto all fours as the boots stopped in front of her kennel. The guard knelt down and pushed a metal bowl under the gate, looked at the juggling breasts of the bound vampiress with ill concealed lust, before getting up and leaving. Vampirella shuffled forward on all fours and sniffed at the content of the bowl. It was filled with freshly ground beef, completely raw and bloody, the only form of sustenance that had been allowed her for the weeks since she arrived.

As a vampiress, Vampirella did not have to eat food in the human sense. She needed only blood. She would very much have preferred to bite the jugular of her captors, and draw the warm blood directly from their body. This conferred certain advantages. It was a much more efficient process as her body's supernatural chemistry could instantly absorb the energy from the blood. Another advantage was that she never had to urinate or shit. But she could eat and drink in the same way humans do, but it would only be for the pleasure of the taste, for the only useful part her body will absorb is the blood. The others became urine or shit that was dumped from her body in the same way as in human bodies.

Vampirella never imagined that this aspect of her biology would be turned against her in a most perverse way. In her captivity, she was fed only with the bloody ground meat. Her only source of blood came from the raw meat. She could not separate the meat from the blood, and she had to take both together. This meant that the meat would be digested and processed into shit by her body.

And Vampirella could not shit with the butt-plug in her ass.

Vampirella remembered the first time she had to go. The pressure in her bowels had built up to an intolerable level, and she had not been able to pull the plug out from her ass, with her hands encased in the bondage mittens, even though she tried. Her predicament must have been observed through some close circuit television, for the Prince had appeared shortly after in front of her cage. He had opened the cage and stepped in. She had looked up at him with the intense hatred she felt in her heart, but the pressure in her bowel was intense. Conflicting thoughts raced through her mind as she looked up at him, before her need to go finally got the better of her.

"I need to go. Get the plug out from me." Vampirella had demanded.

The Prince had slapped Vampirella across her cheek. The leather of her helmet had protected her face, but she had still been jarred.

"Beg!" the Prince had demanded.

Vampirella had refused to do that, and the Prince had left her, leaving her with the increasing urge to shit. She had squirmed and twisted, and she had tried to grab her butt-plug again. Finally, she had given up. When the Prince appeared again, she finally swallowed her pride.

"Please. I need to go. Please, let me go." Vampirella had begged.

That earned Vampirella a second slap.

"Dogs don't talk. Only humans do. Beg like a dog. Raise your paws and whimper." The Prince had demanded.

Vampirella had had to fight down the flash of anger, and get on her knees, and had raised her wrists up in front of her like bent paws, and whimper like a puppy. The Prince had smiled with great satisfaction. Vampirella had so badly wanted to wipe off the smile with a swipe of her talons, but she had no choice but to raise her butt up to allow the man to unstrap the butt-plug, and pull it out of her. Then, he had stood over her, and watched while she relieved herself in her own cage. She had not wanted to, but she had to as she could not hold it in anymore. Then, just to add to the humiliation, she had to allow the man to wipe her ass off with toilet paper before the plug had been replaced and strapped in place. She had then been left in the cage with her own shit until the next morning, when one of the guards came around with a hose to spray the cage down. For good measure, the guard had hosed her down. From that day on, everytime she had to go, she would have to assume the position of a doggy begging when a guard appeared. The guards invariably enjoyed witnessing her shame as she was unplugged and relieved.

Vampirella turned her head slightly to get the snout of her bondage helmet out of the way as she ate from the bowl out of the corner of her mouth. She had refused to eat in this manner in the beginning, but her captors had dealt with that defiance by hooking the D-ring on her collar to a ring embedded in the concrete floor, placing her face inches off the ground, and shoving the bowl before her face. The smell of the blood in the meat had finally overcome her defiance, and she had to eat from the bowl.

Vampirella knew what was happening. Her captors were stripping away her dignity, layer by layer. At each layer, she had been presented with no choice but to accept the degradation. There was nothing she could do about it.

And Vampirella's captors seemed to be well aware of her biological needs. There was never enough blood in the meat to full nourish her. While she would not become malnourish as humans would if not fed a balanced diet, the little blood she could get from the meat kept her physically weak. This, of course, made the work of her captors easier. It also had the side-effect - no doubt intended - of making her unfocused and lethargic.

Vampirella finished the meat in her bowl and crawled back to the back of the cage, and curled up. She was starting to fall asleep again when a series of footsteps came up to her cage. The gate was opened, and a guard stepped into the cage. She sat up when she saw that he had a leash in his hand. She knew better than to defy the guard. The first time she had resisted being led around by the leash, she had been punished in the most perverse manner possible. The guards had come in and grabbed her out of the cage, and dragged her to a cage towards the end of the kennel.

That cage had a steel ring anchored to the centre. Vampirella's neck was secured to the ring by means of a double-ended snap-hook attached to the D-ring on her collar, her face inches off the floor. This forced her to rest on her elbows. Then the manacles around her wrists were pulled together next to the ring, and a second double-ended snap-hook used to link them together through the steel ring. Her ankles were spread, and secured by double-ended snap hooks to two steel rings embedded a foot apart in the concrete floor behind her. This left her in a doggy position on her knees and elbows, with her butt sticking up.

The Prince had appeared to witness the punishment.

"Why do you always have to do it the hard way?" the Prince had asked. He had a bottle of some sort of liquid in his hand, and a brush. He opened the bottle, and dipped the brush into liquid. He had then smeared the liquid on her vulva lips, using the bristles to penetrate past the lips into her vagina as well.

"Just in case you are wondering, it's a pheromone secreted by bitches when they are in heat." The Prince had said with a menacing smile.

A large black mastiff had then been brought into the cage and led round to the front of the captive vampiress for her to see. Vampirella saw to her disgust and horror that the gigantic dog was obviously turned on by the pheromone. The penis of the dog was extending between its hind legs, and it looked formidably large and long. Her captors had unleashed the dog and left the cage, shutting the gate and watching from the outside. She had struggled with her bondage, but she could not break free. The dog had circled her, obviously trying to understand what was happening. She did not look like any bitch that it had seen, and it was confused. But its nature had soon took our, and it had circled round to her back. She had felt his nose sniffed her crotch. Then it had lifted its body up and rested its front paws on her back. She had screamed as its penis entered her cunt. From that day on, she had not made any resistance whenever a guard appeared with a leash. She knew what the punishment would be.

Vampirella was led out of the cage by the leash, and she crawled on all fours behind the guard like an obedient dog. Vampirella's captors had allowed her only limited amount of exercise. Once a day, a guard had come to her cage, clipped a leash to her collar, and led her out of the cage to crawl up and down the kennel on all fours. The sting was, of course, that as she was marched past the other cages, her humiliation was open for all to see. The eyes of the guards and human ‘dogs’ present followed her luscious body as she crawled on the tiled floor, her large breasts swinging beneath her and her full round buttocks swivelling behind her, wagging the upraised rubber tail.

When they reached the end of the kennel, Vampirella expected the guard to turn back, as they usually do. But this time, he had turned the handle on the door and opened it. Instantly, a hot blast of air hit her in the face as the air from outside rushed in. Then she was led out of the building.

Vampirella had never been allowed outside of the long building since she first arrived, and she had no idea of the place to which she had been relocated. Now she could see that the kennel had been but one building in a large compound enclosed by high brick walls. The watch towers at intervals made the place looked like a prison, but the gardens within the wall were expertly laid out with water fountains and beautifully designed beds of flowers. She could see a large mansion to one side, constructed in the style of a Moroccan palace. But it was not the palace that she was to be led to. Her guard had tugged at the leash and led her towards a drive-way, where a Land Rover with heavily tinted windows was waiting. The rear of the Land Rover was open and she could see a cage in the back of the vehicle.

The guard took something out from his pocket, and Vampirella saw that it was a rubber bone, like the sort that pet owners give to their dogs to keep them from chewing other things. But this bone had a leather strap at each end. One of the leather strap had a buckle at one end, and the other had small holes running down its length. It was not difficult to figure out what the bone was for.

The guard pulled back on the snout of Vampirella's bondage helmet, forcing her to lift her head up and part her jaws. The bone was forced between her teeth, and the leather straps secured together behind the back of her head. The bone, thus, formed a sort of bit gag across her mouth, taking away her ability to speak.

"In." the guard commanded, gesturing towards the rear of the Land Rover. Vampirella obeyed with some difficulty. She had to placed her front paws - hands, she reminded herself - before lifting up her body into the Land Rover. She shuffled into the cage, and it was closed behind her. The rear door was then shut and three guards climbed into the front of the Land Rover. It was started up and driven out of the compound.

Vampirella could see now that the compound was situated in a desert. Sand dunes could be seen in the distance, together with a cloudless blue sky. The road they were driving on was the only sign of civilisation as far as the eye could see. It was hours before she saw human activity as the Land Rover drove through a town and its busy bazaar. The Land Rover had to slow down, and Vampirella could see the throngs of people around the vehicle. But, alas, they could not look into the vehicle and see the helpless captive imprisoned in it, and gagged as she was, she could not call out for help. Then the Land Rover drove past the crowd, and they were on an empty road again. Finally, the vehicle turned up a track and came to an oasis. It came to a halt and the rear door was opened, and the cage unlatched. Someone grabbed her leash, and she was led out of the Land Rover onto the soft sand. She looked up and saw a large Bedouin tent placed in the shade of the palm trees, next to a pool. Looking at her from the entrance to the tent was the Prince.

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The Prince had had the entire oasis surrounded with a fence made from stakes and cloth, surrounding the spring that watered the oasis. Water from the spring collected into a small pool. The tent was pitched right next to the pool, serving as a sort of gate house through the fence.

Vampirella was led by the leash through the tent by the Prince, whose interior was richly decorated with plush carpets and hug piles of cushion, to the pool. No guards followed them as she crawled on the ground next to the man who was wearing a costume that belonged to that of a Bedouin sheikh, with the proper headdress, but with a loose robe opened at the front to expose the firm rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen.

As she crawled next to him, Vampirella felt herself very turned on indeed by the sight of her captor. She wondered at this feeling after how she had been tormented over the past three weeks and after how she had been reduced to nothing more than a pet. She had felt the first stirrings of such emotions when she was the pony slave of the Cowboy. After the initial humiliation, she had felt strangely comfortable with the notion of being owned, being treated as a property, to be used as her owner saw fit. It was almost a perverse version of feeling needed and valued, as opposed to her normal existence of an agent of vengeance, hunting alone in the night, unappreciated and unloved.

Vampirella recalled the moment when she had gotten out of the Land Rover and crawled towards the tent. How the Prince had looked at her. There was lust there, no doubt. There was the look of triumph on his face at how he had conquered such a beautiful and powerful creature, and debased her utterly. But there was also a certain look of pleasure in his eyes at seeing her. It had brought her a measure of unexpected pleasure. The Prince, almost as if he was reading her mind, reached down to pat the top of Vampirella's head as he led her out of the tent into the oasis.

Vampirella saw that there were six women in front of the pool. They were all naked, but their heads were all covered with veils - an odd combination of exposure and modesty. Perhaps the Prince was only interested in their bodies, and not their faces. All of them had beautiful bodies indeed, well toned and tanned. There was a mixed of ethnicity, from Caucasian to Asian to African, but they were all tall with long limbs and firm breasts. Each of the women was fettered in light golden chains that linked cuffs around their wrists to a gold chain belted around their narrow waists. The lengths of the chains were such that these women would have retained their full freedom of movement, but the chains remained powerful symbols of bondage.

The women approached the Prince when he emerged from the tent and bowed.

"Wash her." The Prince commanded. One of the women, with Asian skin, stepped forward and took the leash from the Prince. She led Vampirella to the edge of the pool. There, a spike with an eye-hole at its tip had been drive into the ground, and the woman used a double-ended bolt snap to secure the ring in the centre of the chain linking her wrist manacles to the eye-hole. The other woman came up to her, and pulled back her ankles until she was raised on all fours in a doggy position. The women first took off the manacle around her right ankle, and then the boot on her right feet. Instead of replacing the manacle around her ankle, they took it off the chain, and encircle her ankle with the end of the chain instead. They lock the chain in place around her ankle with a strong padlock. They turned to her left leg, and repeated the process.

The women proceeded to Vampirella's arms. One of the women now took a firm hold of her leash, ready to yank it back should the vampiress show any signs of resistance, to permit her sisters to work in peace as they took off the manacle around her right wrist first. They then stripped off the sleeve on her arm. The women then removed the manacle and chained her wrist as they had done with her ankles, before moving on to her left arm, and doing the same. This left her hands free for the first time for a long while.

The women now turned to the bondage helmet covering Vampirella's head. They took off her rubber bone gag first, before undoing the fastenings on the helmet and lifting it off. It was the first time it had come off since her captors had first put it on her head, and even the hot desert wind on her face felt good.

However, the women did not keep Vampirella's mouth void for long. Her head was yanked back and a black rubber ball almost three inches in diameter forced between her jaws. It was held in her mouth by a thin leather strap that penetrated its centre and buckled behind the back of her head. It was only when her mouth had been secured that the women removed the chain linking her collar and the chain between her wrists, and then the collar itself. The collar was replaced by a simple choke chain around her neck. The chain had a steel ring at one end, and the women used a fifth padlock to secure the ring to the chain securing her wrist manacles.

The women had worked efficiently and quickly throughout the process. At no point did they allow more than one of Vampirella's limbs to be free. Even the free limb was effectively controlled by the women with well-practiced wrist lock techniques.

The new form of bondage that had replaced the previous one, while less strenuous, was still strong and unbreakable. As the chains now encircle her wrists and ankles directly, the length remaining between her limbs was also shorter, making her movements even more restricted than before. And the short choke chain connected to her wrist chain ensured that any excessive motion would result in the chain tightening around her throat. Vampirella was still very effectively controlled.

When Vampirella had been thus secured, the women turned to the only remaining part of her bitch costume. The women unstrapped the butt-plug from around her waist and hips, before pulling it free unceremoniously. The captive vampiress whimpered into her gag from the pain, but was glad that it would now be gone from her asshole, for time being at least, for she had little illusion that the intrusions of her anus was now at an end.

The last thing to go was Vampirella's red and white costume. The front clasp of her costume at her throat was undone, and it was pulled down off her torso until it was around her thighs. Then, it was cut free from her legs, and she was completely naked for the first time since her captivity started, glistering in the sun from her perspiration and accumulate grime from her brutal captivity.

The women now unhooked Vampirella from the spike in the ground, and connected a leash to her choke chain. The women led her to the water. Although her bitch costume was gone, she still had to crawl on all fours like a dog, and led around by the leash. She understood that her status as a pet had not changed at all, and the change in bondage was merely for the convenience of cleaning her. Still, she was grateful for the luxury of the cool water against her skin as she entered the pool.

The women proceed to scrub her down with bath mittens and bath gels, making sure that they washed every part of her. Even her lips were pushed up and her teeth rubbed down. Special attention was paid to her erogenous zone. Vampirella felt the coarse material of the bath mittens rubbed vigorously against her vulva lips, parting them, and then inserted into her cunt. Her clitoris was mercilessly assaulted while another hand inserted itself into her asshole and rubbed it in circular motion. She almost fainted with ecstasy and she trashed in the water at the treatment, but one of the women held her firmly by the leash. When, at last, they were done, Vampirella could hardly move, exhausted as she was from the treatment. She had to be carried out of the water between two of the women, while the other women dried her down with towels.

"Dress her up for the night." The Prince ordered. He had, no doubt, been watching the whole time.

Vampirella was led into the tent. She was brought to the front of a wooden trunk. It was opened, and the women took out several wooden boxes from within the trunk. One of the boxes was opened, and she saw a pair of dildos in them, similar to the one that had been inserted into her when she was first captured. She shook her head at the sight of the two large objects, disappointed that her bottom orifices were to be plugged again, but no heed was given to her as she was forced into a doggy position again. The two dildos were lubricated, and inserted unceremoniously into her.

The butt-plug had no difficulty going in at all, as Vampirella's asshole had already been well stretched by the butt-plug tail. The dildo encountered more resistance as she had not had to accommodate a dildo in her cunt for some time. As its ribbed shank went up her tunnel, she shuddered at the sensation. Once the two objects were in, the women opened a large box and took out a metallic object. It was a chastity belt made from stainless steel. It was opened in front and hinged at the back. The belt portion was placed around her waist and latched in place, before the crotch piece was swung up so that a slot on its face mated with a corresponding eyebolt on the front of the belt. This allowed the crotch piece to neatly cover the latch holding the belt together. One of the women took an ornate but strong looking lock, and inserted it into the eyebolt, and locking it with a snap. The chastity belt could not be removed now without the key to that lock.

Vampirella was pulled up to a seated position. The women took a belt, covered in dozens of small bells and tied it around her waist. The width of the belt was such that waist band of her chastity belt was concealed. A necklace made out of small ruby-like stones - she was not sure if they were real - was then placed around her neck, which concealed the choke chain around her neck.

The women now began to dress Vampirella's hair. Her raven black hair was combed back, and oiled with perfume, before being tied into a tight pony tail high on the back of her head. The women then took out a make-up kit and set to work on her face, putting on a pale foundation, followed by rogue on her face. They lined her eyes thickly with a black pencil, before putting thick mascara on her eyelashes. They ended the process by applying a blood red lipstick to her lips, with the black gag still in her mouth. A red veil was now placed over Vampirella's face, covering her nose and her gagged mouth, and then secured around her face by a pin in her hair behind her back. They took out a mirror and showed Vampirella how she looked. She had to admit that she looked very appealing in the costume and make up, with her breasts bare in front of her.

"Excellent." The Prince said, as he entered the tent and observed the result, "You only have to put on the last part of your costume, and you'll be ready for the party."

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Vampirella could not hear what was being discussed in the tent. She had been placed behind a thick curtain, which cut out much of the conversation. She only knew that there were many voices, which added only to her distress, as she realized that, soon, she would be put on public display before a crowd.

Vampirella had been secured to a platform, with her legs about a foot apart, with stainless steel manacles secured to the top of the platform. Her arms were raised up, and folded such that her hands were clasped together behind her head, exposing her armpits, which had been carefully shaved and perfumed. Her wrists had been secured by another set of stainless steel manacles to the choke chain around her neck. They were secured such that should she try to pull them apart from each other, the chain would constrict around her throat, choking her before the chain come anywhere near snapping. A chain had been secured to a steel support that rose up from behind her to arch over her head, hidden behind the folds of the fabric of the tent. The other end of that chain was connected to her choke chain, behind her neck, holding her in a standing position. Should she try to bend even slightly, the support chain would pull the choke chain tight around her neck.

Vampirella remembered that she had not put up much of a fight when they released the chain linking her wrists from the choke chain around her neck, and pulled them back to secure them behind her neck. She had been too distressed. The women had just put the final bits of her costume on her. These were two nipple shields of gold. And they were held around her nipples by pins that pierced through her nipples. The women had used a local anaesthetic to dull the pain, but given that she had already recovered from the piercing given to her by the Cowboy, the piercings still stung. Even now, her nipples were throbbing under the shields from which a pair of golden tassels hung. Any movement she made caused the tassels to swing from side to side like pendulums, complementing the juggling of her unrestrained breasts. And, of course, they were convenient stress points to keep her docile when her arms were being chained in place. Any signs of defiance will end her a sharp tug on both the tussels.

Vampirella had been left in this stressful and uncomfortable position for what seemed like hours now. She had at first been grateful for the fact that she had been allowed to stand up straight and stretch her body, after spending so long crawling around on all fours, but this new position had become stressful as well. As she shifted her weight slightly to her right feet again to give her left feet a rest, causing her breasts to juggle and the tassels on her nipple shields to swing, she could not help but wonder about the performance she was supposed to give. The word implied that she was to do something, not simply be put on display, but her captors had never explained what it was she was to do.

Suddenly, without warning, the curtain in front of Vampirella parted, and light flooded into the little alcove she had been standing in. The sound of vigorous clapping greeted her ears, and she was startled to see just how many people were in the tent. They were all men, and they were all looking at her, devouring her nakedness with their eyes, which ran up and down her body, most often resting upon her magnificent breasts. It was yet another humiliation inflicted upon her, but, strangely, she actually felt a sense of pride mixed in with the shame at being the subject of such admiration.

"My dear friends, now that we have concluded our business, let me provide you with some entertainment this evening. This is the latest addition in my harem. She is a little new, so you must excuse her if she is not as skilful as the others that you have seen before, but I am sure you will appreciate her beauty, her heavy breasts, her long limbs, her narrow waist. But more importantly, I am sure that you will appreciate the fact that she is a true vampire."

The last comment drew a surprised response from many present, and some of them leaned forward to get a closer look, but Vampirella's mouth was still covered by a veil. The Prince stood up from his pile of cushion. He walked up to the prisoner, and drew the veil aside. Behind the veil, Vampirella's mouth was still gagged. The man lifted up her upper lips, exposing her sharp canine teeth. The men muttered excitedly amongst themselves.

"This vampire is like no others. She can walk in daylight, and is more powerful than any other individual vampire. Indeed she is a hunter of vampires. Her name is Vampirella."

Hearing her own name again came as a shock to Vampirella. She did not understand why, but being named seemed like an act of shaming to her. The very fact that she had been named while she stood on display before strangers seemed to emphasise the fact that she was no longer her own mistress.

"And tonight, the once proud and mighty Vampirella will be reduced to nothing more than a dancing slave, displaying her charms for your pleasure." With those words, the Prince clapped twice.

A quartet of Arabic musicians with traditional instruments began to play. Before Vampirella knew what hit her, the dildo in her cunt and the butt-plug in her ass suddenly sprung into life. She had never felt such powerful vibrations before, and they sent pulses of shock waves through her. Her body shook violently almost out of its own volition. As she did so, her breasts juggled in front of her, and the tussles seemed to dance before her nipples. With her ankles clamped to the platform, and her neck secured to the steel support behind her, the violent shaking of her tautly stretched body was translated into gyrations in her hips. The vibrations come in pulses, arranged in synchronisation with the music from the band, increasing in intensity when the music reached a crescendo and falling away when the music slowed down. This, in turn, caused her body to respond in line with the music. It was a devilish arrangement. She was in effect made to do a crude sort of belly dancing as the powerful vibrators shook away inside of her.

The performance was crude, as the Prince had warned, and it was not really belly dancing, but the audience did not seem to mind. They cheered and hooted as Vampirella quivered before them, screaming in agony into her gag from the rough treatment of the vibrators. They knew that she was being forced to dance, and the idea excited them. No doubt many of them were already forming fantasies about what they were going to do with her when they get their hands on her. Almost certainly, they had already doubled the amount that they had intended to bid for her in the first place.

As the rhythm of the music became more and more intense, two of the women who had bathed and prepared Vampirella for the evening emerged from the sides, still starkly naked with the exception of the veils across their faces. Each of them carried a cat-o-nine-tails. They stepped up next to the gyrating vampiress, and began to swing their black leather whips to the beat of the music.

Vampirella screamed into her gag as the tentacles of the whip dug into the flesh of her rump. The two women were merciless as they worked their whip against her buttocks. They were playing her like an instrument, using the whips to cause her to gyrate her hips in pace with the music. The blows from the whips, together with the pulsation of the vibrators in the vampiress, pushed her body to move even vigorously. It seemed to adopt a rhythm independently of her mind as it grew accustomed to the music, to the pulses of vibration in her, and to the blows of the whip on her buttocks.

"Mmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!" Vampirella screamed and screamed, but her gagged cries were drowned out by the music. She knew that there would be no mercy even if her captors had heard her, and she could only closed her eyes, and pray that it would all be over soon.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Prince finally put up his hand to put an end to the performance. Almost as quickly as they had started, the vibrations within her, and the blows on her buttocks stopped, leaving Vampirella panting and perspiring. She held limply on to the chain holding her up with her hands, as she felt too weak to support herself only with her feet. She looked at the audience before with what she hoped was a look of defiance.

"I hope you enjoyed our little performance tonight." the Prince said to the audience, smiling. The audience leapt to their feet and applauded enthusiastically. The Prince glowed with pride as he turned to the chained Vampirella and whispered, "You have done well, my little pet. You have done very well indeed."

Vampirella was too exhausted to even look into the eyes of the Prince and show him the hatred that she felt in her heart.

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Over the next few weeks, Vampirella's existence alternated between being the Prince's bitch slave and his dancing slave. After her first performance, she had been forced to 'dance' for the next few nights, entertaining the Prince's guests, whom she found out were actually his customers, there to purchase the latest and most exquisite white slaves from the Prince. The man was known to be able to lay his hands on the most exotic and difficult merchandise. Later, she found out that some of these women, like her, had been hunted and trapped, while others had been seduced, and after a night of passion, woke up to find themselves trussed up and gagged on the Prince's private jet, on their way into slavery.

Vampirella had seen the latest batch of slaves that the Prince was putting up for auction as she was dragged from the tent after her performance. They had been put in cages behind the tent, hidden from view by a great tarpaulin, stacked up two high. There must have been dozens of cages, each occupied by a beautiful woman. It was an eclectic mixture, ranging from Africans to Asians to Nordics. All of them were beautiful and in superb physical shape. All of them were stark naked, their charms fully exposed to view. All were bound with their hands tied behind their backs with silken cords and gagged with a dog collar around their necks, from which a tag hung with a number. As she looked at them, she saw that some seemed to have accepted their fate with stoic resignation, while others were sobbing in fright or despair.

Vampirella was given a 'privileged' existence compared to these women. Although her captors were careful to keep her bound and gagged, they had arranged a special cage for her, much larger than those for the other women. The hard wooden floor of the cage was lined with straw to cushion her body, something that her captors had not bothered to provide for the other slaves. The next morning, Vampirella saw why. The cages had trays inserted underneath them, into which the slaves would relieve themselves through a hole to the rear of the cage. This was done in public. A slave had no privacy.

After the second night's performance, Vampirella had been taken down from the platform, but instead of being returned to her cage, had been frog tied with silken cords, and placed next to the Prince. He had put a leash to the choke chain around her throat as a means to control her, and pulled her sweaty body closed to his, laying her head in his lap. As the proceedings began, he stroked her hair and fondled her breasts.

The women were brought into the tent in batches of three, linked to one another by chains on their collars. They had all been washed down, and made up, but no costume was put on them so as not to interfere with the process of viewing. For the second night, no buyer was allowed to touch the women. They could only view them, and note down the number that they were interested in. Each of the slaves was released from the others, and forced to climb onto the platform, then turned every which way according to the requests of the customers. If they refused or was too slow in complying to instructions, one of the veiled women present would not hesitate to discipline them with a cat-o-nine tails. There were very few such cases.

After the third night, only those women, whom the customers were interested in, were put up again. The rest, which were not many, whom no customers had expressed an interest were shipped off immediately. The women were now brought into the tent all at the same time, and arranged in a circle. Those customer who had expressed an interest in one could now go up to the woman to examine her physically, fondling her breasts, opening her mouth to look at her teeth, touching her buttocks to make sure that they were firm. Finally satisfied, they would begin the bargaining process, only after some more entertainment, that is, another performance put up by Vampirella.

The Prince had received some discreet inquiry about Vampirella. She was clearly the most exotic of the lot at the desert slave auction. The fact that she was a vampiress added to her allure. Not only was it very rare to have a vampiress as a slave, but a vampiress could last for a very long time indeed in slavery. They would not grow old with years, and their bodies would retain the youth and suppleness even after mercilessly hard use. Vampirella shuddered to think about spending the rest of her very long life chained up as a slave.

The Prince had declined all offers, some of which were for sums almost unheard of for a slave, even one that was of the most expensive type, a supermodel or a movie star. The Prince simply said that Vampirella was his personal slave. But he did casually mention that he would consider putting her up for sale should he ever tire of her. In truth, Vampirella was already serving his purpose quite well, as the customers were generally willing to pay more for the other slaves than previously, perhaps in the hope that they would be considered favourably should the Prince decide to part with his favoured slave.

Thus, the Prince had returned to his palace in high spirits, with Vampirella riding by his side in a BMW SUV, instead of in a dog cage in the back of a Land Rover. She had been placed back into her bitch costume by the veiled women, who returned every bit of that detested garment, piece by piece, onto her body. The bondage helmet with the dog-like snout and ears, the arm-length mittens, the posture collar, and the horrid oversized butt-plug with the rubber tail, which replaced the chastity belts and the two dildos that had been within her.

The only item that was not returned was her own red and white costume. The women had left the nipple shields with the tassels on her. But in place of Vampirella's high-heeled boots, they had put a new pair of boots on her. It was made of glossy black PVC with a front that was laced up along its front, from the ankle almost up to where the top of the boot touched her crouch. The boots were a pair of cruel contraptions, for they held her feet permanently in a tiptoe position. The heels were almost ten inches long, and reached down at an angle almost parallel to the boots, forming a pair of U-shapes. 'Luckily' for her, she did not have to stand up in them as she was shackled into her doggy position again, on her hands and knees. After she had been bit-gagged with a doggy bone, she was led into the BMW SUV by the Prince himself for the ride, during which she was allowed to lay on the plush leather seat of the passenger compartment, and rest her head on the man's lap, while he had his way with her body.

Once back in the palace, Vampirella became the personal pet of the Prince, going almost everywhere he would go. She was even allowed to sleep next to his bed at night, with the appropriate precautions, of course. She was invariably gagged with something large in her mouth to prevent her from biting, and her arms would be pulled back, and a pair of leather manacles used to secure them together, holding her hands tightly against her side. No chance was taken with her, even though she was completely submissive now to every whim of her captor. To add to Vampirella's helplessness, a pair of opaque goggles would be fitted over her eyes, so that she could not observe her surroundings. She would not know when she was being watched, so she could not make a move to try to escape. She only had to be taught once, when she had tried to grapple with the manacles binding her wrists through the mittens. It was a hopeless task, but it was instantly punished. She felt the blow of a riding crop brought down neatly onto her naked and upraised vulva. The pain was excruciating. She had ceased and desisted immediately, and never made the same mistake again.

Vampirella was brought to the dinning table every night as well. While her master and his concubines dined from the table, she was invariably leashed to his chair, on her hands and knees. She had been taught to assume the begging position, raising her bent paws together in front of her, sticking out her tongue, and panting. Sometimes the Prince would pretend that he did not notice, and she would have to whine like a puppy to get his attention.

Vampirella would be fed 'scraps' from the table from time to time, usually mutton that was done almost raw, with blood still in them. She knew that the bloody meat was not really scraps from the table, for her Master never ate meat that was still bloody, but the fact that she was to be fed from the main table was an added reminder of her subservient role as a slave. She was no longer her own mistress. Even her food was to come from 'scraps' when her Master saw fit to spare from the main table.

To reinforce that message, Vampirella now could only relieve herself when her Master brought her out on 'walks' within the compound of the palace. She would follow behind him in full view of everyone present, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, her rubber tail wagging behind her as she crawled hard behind him to keep in pace. He would walk her to some spot, usually behind a tree or some brush, and unplug her to allow her to relief herself. She could only do this when the Master saw fit to take her out for a walk. Sometimes, he would either forget or ignore her, and she would have to do everything in her power to get his attention, assuming the begging position, whining, or picking up the leash from the ground in her mouth and crawling up to his side.

Vampirella's life as a bitch slave slowly sunk into a routine for her. There was not that much she could, except be around her Master all day and trying to please him, so that her basic needs would be met. The worst thing that could happen was to be sent to the dog-house. Situated in a secluded spot of the gardens in the compound, this was not the kennel, but a cramp box made out of chain-link fences, completely open to the elements. Worse, it was too small to fit her body, and her head and butt will be protruding from the box, while she lay bound on her hands and knees. Her cunt was completely open to anyone who wanted to use her. Her mouth would also be ring-gagged so that it was open all the time should that person see fit to satisfy himself in her mouth rather than in her cunt. She had been sent there only once, for two days and nights. She did not know why she had been sent there, only that the master had been displeased, and had paddled her buttocks with a rolled up newspaper, before putting her in the dog-house. It was a horrid experience as a stream of men came and went, making full use of her vulnerable position to satisfy their own needs. By the time they let her out, her body was cramped from the stressful position and the cruel usage that it had been put through. Then, inexplicably, the master had taken her back into his bed, treated her tenderly, and then lulled her to sleep on his bed after a wild fucking session.

Confused as she was, Vampirella knew that her future depended entirely on the whim of the Master now, and she was determined to please him in every way possible. She learnt to behave exactly like a dog would in all respects. She pleased him so well that the man decided to put her into a new costume, or, rather, more accurately, put her into a new skin. She was placed in a catsuit made of transparent latex, covering her from neck to toes. The latex had black spots all over, and when stretched against her pale skin, gave the impression of black spots on white fur. Her black bondage helmet with its upturned ears was also replaced, by one that was white with black spots. The ears were floppy and rested against the sides. Both her boots and mittens were replaced by ones with a similar scheme. The last to be substituted was her tail, and she was given one that had faux fur on it, in the same black spots on white pattern. The result, when they showed it to her in the mirror, was a more than passable imitation of a Dalmatian.

The Master had smiled proudly, and bestowed upon her a new dog collar to replace the constricting posture collar. It had sharp spikes coming out all around it, with a simple plate in front that said, "Spot". That was to be her name from then on.

After her total transformation into a bitch, Spot became even more devout to her Master. Her past life of a lonely crusader was slowly becoming nothing more than a faded memory as she received all the warmth and attention from her Master that she had always craved for. The fact that every aspect of her life was controlled, the fact that she was constantly punished or rewarded, seemed to be perverse evidence of the constant interest her Master had in her. The worst punishment that her Master could bestow her now was to ignore her, to banish her from his presence.

Spot led a contented existence in the palace of her Master. Eventually, she was allowed to roam the palace grounds more or less freely, albeit constantly within view of one armed guard or another. She was vaguely aware of the possibility that her Master had ordered the guards to shoot her with their rifles if necessary, or to drive their bayonets into her should she show any sign of escaping, but these were no longer thoughts she dwelled on. She would berate herself for even thinking such awful thoughts about the Master.

The Master would even allow Spot to lay next to him as he discussed business with guests or over the webcam. Her presence had never failed to fill whoever the Master was talking to with envy, which pleased her Master very much. He would then reward her by fucking her silly that night before they go to sleep.

Thus, it came as a total shock to Spot to learn that the Master was about to send her away. She did not know if the Master knew that she had heard him discuss the deal over the webcam with someone faraway. She doubted that he cared. It was a business proposition.

"Yes, I think she's ready for you." The Master had said, "She had become very docile now."

"Not too docile, I hope. I want to put some ideas I have to use." The disembodied voice on the other side had said as Spot padded into her Master's study.

"No, no," the Master had laughed, "Don't forget, she's always an animal deep down inside. That's who she really is. That's what she really is. You just have to bring out the fire in her."

The Master noticed the presence of Spot as she stopped in front of his desk, and squatted down with her hands on the floor between her legs. She stuck out her tongue and panted like a dog.

"Oh, Spot's here," the Master said, turning his laptop computer around so that the webcam is pointing at her, "Why don't you say hi!"

Spot looked up to see a familiar face. She could not place it at first, then suddenly connected a famous name to the face. She barked twice to indicate her enthusiasm.

"Well, well, it certainly looked as if you've trained her well." The head on the laptop screen said as Spot shook her rump to make her tail wag behind her. It was a skill she had become very adapt at. The Master laughed.

"You are the first one to capture her and break her. You deserve to win the wager. The money will be in your Swiss bank account before sun down." The disembodied voice said as the Prince turned the laptop around to face him again.

"You are most kind. And I will have her crated and sent to you as soon as possible as you have ordered."

The Prince closed the laptop and got up. He picked up the leash from the desktop and clipped it to Vampirella's collar. She followed him docilely as he led her out of the palace to the large warehouse like structure that she had never been brought to before. Large metal double doors began to slide open with a thud, allowing the man to enter, followed by his captive with her tail wagging behind her as she crawled.

Vampirella looked around her and saw an entire warehouse full of women in cages, stacked almost five high in most places. Some of the cages were being moved by men driving forklifts, who loaded them into a large shipping container on a trailer. She followed the Prince as he walked up to the container, and spoke in an unfamiliar tongue to a man in overalls, who seemed to give him a quick briefing of how the operation was going on. She looked up into the container, and saw a pair of eyes looking down at her. They belonged to a petite young brunette, who was mercilessly bound in a rope body harness with her hands behind her back, and whip marks throughout her body. Vampirella realised with a start that she was suspended in her cage by her rope harness, as her legs had been frog-tied under her, and they were off the floor of the cage. She seemed in obvious agony. Vampirella wondered what she had done to deserve this. Perhaps she had defied her captors, and this treatment had been her just deserts.

The Prince stopped talking, and led Vampirella to a spot in the warehouse, where an open crate had been placed. A pair of wooden stocks had been placed within the crate. One was above the other. The lower one had two holes about a foot apart, while the higher one had three holes, with the one in the middle being larger than the two by its side. It was obvious that the lower one would hold the ankles of a prisoner, and the higher one the wrists and neck. A wooden fitting projected up from the centre of the crate, between the two stocks, rising about a foot off the ground. Two hard rubber dildos projected near to the top of the fitting, and projected towards the higher of the two stocks. Vampirella could just imagine how a prisoner within the crate would be held, with her neck, wrists and ankles securely locked in place, and the two dildos holding her rump up. It would be almost impossible for her to move. Vampirella observed that wires ran out from the back of the wooden fitting in the centre of the crate, and she surmised that these powered vibrators in the dildos.

Vampirella glanced to one side and saw a piece of paper pasted onto the cover of the crate. She noted the address of the crate, and suddenly realised, with a chill, that this crate was meant for her. She was to suffer a long trip in the crate, held immobile with two large objects inserted into her. She almost did not notice the slight tug that the Prince gave to her leash. She turned to follow him, confusing thoughts firing off in her mind, accompanied by conflicting emotions.

"I must leave you now, Spot. I've got some errands to run in town, but I'll be back before this evening." The Prince said, as he walked her out of the warehouse and into the gardens, "But I'll make sure that you are properly prepared for tonight."

The words hung in Vampirella's ears, pregnant with meaning. The Prince led her to the driveway, where he handed the leash to an armed guard, giving him some instructions before closing the car door. The guard saluted, and pulled on her leash. She turned reluctantly to follow the man, aware that for the first time in a long while, she was not being led by the Prince, but a stranger, who could not conceal his lust as he pulled her behind him towards some bushes. It was a familiar route, for that was one of the spots where the Prince allowed her to relieve herself. She followed the guard until they were behind a large bush where they could not be seen. He leaned down, and unstrapped the butt-plug from her waist, and pulled it free.

Vampirella got on all fours, and lifted her right leg in an imitation of a dog urinating. However, the chain connecting her ankles were too short, and she could not lift her leg up far enough. She looked up at the guard and whimpered pleadingly. The guard laughed, obviously enjoying the moment as he leaned down and unconnected the chain from the manacle around the right ankle. As he did so, he lazily thought about how he had never seen her lift her leg to urinate before, although he had seen her shit often enough in a squatted position.

Before the guard could put two and two together, Vampirella reached up with her right leg to encircle the neck of the guard, trapping it. At the same time, her mitten bound hands shot up and gripped the guard's neck and twisted it viciously. She dropped his lifeless body onto the ground, and pulled out the bayonet from its scabbard on the belt of the guard. She wedged it between two rocks nearby, and gripped its sharp blade in her right hand. She pulled her hand away, slicing away the thick leather material over her palm. She repeated the process with her left hand. Then, she peeled the cut leather material aside to let her hands come free. She quickly disconnected all the chains linking her manacles. She picked up the bayonet and quickly cut through the maze of laces binding the ballet boots to her legs. She pulled them off and dumped them aside.

Then for the first time in months, Vampirella was free. She took off the bondage helmet around her head and leaned down to bite into the neck of the dead guard. The warm blood quickly rejuvenated her as she drank her fill.

The carnage that followed was unparalleled in the history of the small kingdom. No guard escape her wrath as Vampirella rampaged through the palace, silently dispatching the guards, one by one. She left the last guard alive for a moment longer to gain a crucial bit of information from him, before snapping his neck.

Miles away, a black limousine cruised down an empty desert road. Without warning, the occupants of the limousine heard a heavy thud on the roof, startling the three men in it. A pair of arms smashed through the sunroof of the car and reached into the front compartment. The bodyguard seated next to the driver drew his pistol from his shoulder holster, but before he could use it, the arms grabbed his neck and broke it. The driver panicked and lost control of the car, throwing the limousine into a ditch.

One of the doors enclosing the passenger compartment opened, and the Prince crawled out of the car, his head bleeding. He stood up slowly, suffering terribly from concussion, trying to focus his eyes. They rested on a tall and shapely figure sauntering up towards him. They focused, and he saw that she was dressed in a black spotted latex costume. It was Vampirella, but not like he had ever seen her before. She had a large pair of leather bat wings on her back, sticking out through rips in the latex costume that she had torn open with her talon-like fingernails, now free of the mittens that had imprisoned them for so long. Her face, now unmasked, while still beautiful, had taken on a more savage and animal like visage. It was a form that she could only take when she was well fed from blood. And her lips were still stained from the feast she had had back in the palace.

The Prince showed genuine fear for the first time. He jumped up and turned, stumbling away from the vengeance of the creature that he had captured and enslaved. She came after him, unhurriedly, step by step, letting him run, toying with him. Then when she grew tired of the game, she tore open his stomach. It took him a long time to die.

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The policemen had never seen such carnage before in their lives. A desperate phone call from a guard in the compound who was about to die had prompted the heavily armed officers to raid the palace compound to find every guard dead. The initial speculation that this was a terrorist attack became less tenable when dozens of naked women were found in a warehouse in the rear. Some had already been loaded up, ready for shipment. From documents found in the computers in the palace, they discovered the whole white slavery conspiracy. The matter was quickly hushed up and the women repatriated from whence they came, to avoid a public scandal. They never found the culprit who had launched the attack.

End of Part II