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

Breaking Vampirella Part 3: Heavy Metal

Chapter One

The staircase creaked under the figure as it climbed up. The only light in the narrow stairs came through a broken window and the holes in the wall of the dilapidated building from the full moon outside. The reflected light was not strong enough to light up the inside of the crumbling structure, but instead cast heavy shadows of the steps leading up from the landing.

As the figure passed into a square of dull light cast on a wall, the first thing one could observe was the long raven black of a woman. Then, one could see the face of the woman, with its large green eyes, long and thick eyelashes, high cheekbones with just a touch of blush, and its thick ruby red lips. Then as the woman continued to ascend, her long swan-like neck, clad in a white winged collar of white PVC was highlighted, followed by her upper body, with her firm breasts barely restrained by the two strips of red PVC fabric that stretched from the silver clasp under her throat. The light accentuated the shallow knolls formed by her nipples pressing out under the shiny fabric.

Soon, her flat abdomen and trim waist came into view, as the two red PVC strips stretched away to the sides, to the curvaceous swell of her hips, where it joined the thong-like bottom of the costume cladding her groin, with the bright yellow bat logo on the front. As her body ascended away, the light showed her long thighs that stretched away from her crotch, plunging into the top of a pair of high heeled black PVC boots that reached up to her knees. It was only when she reached the staircase landing that she was fully illuminated in the silvery light of the moon. As she turned to face a door leading from the staircase landing, her sinuous back came into view, almost completely naked, except for the thin red strips that ran down from her hips, joining over her loins, before stretching down between her firm round buttocks to disappear under her crotch.

The building was one of a group of buildings that had been boarded up and obviously awaiting demolition. For some reason, that final fate had not come to the buildings as yet, and in the meantime, groups of undesirable characters had colonized the building, some making it their home, while others turned it into a haven of crime. It was therefore surprising to Vampirella when she had tracked her prey to this place.

He was after all, a man of means, albeit one with an unsavoury reputation, even for this city. There were rumours that he had connections with the secret police in the old days when the country was ruled by the communists, and that he had become reach by exploiting his bureaucratic connections in the dying days of communism and the first days of a confused attempt at modernizing the economy. He had become one of the few in the country that had grown rich, built on the oil industries, while the rest of the country grew increasing disillusioned with reform.

Vampirella had been spying on one of his penthouses in the cities. His defences were formidable. Besides an almost fortress like penthouse, he also employed a legion of bodyguards, probably ex-special forces or ex-secret police, to guard him. It was nothing that Vampirella could not handle, of course, but it would be noisy, it would be messy, and it might make it difficult for her to leave the country.

Vampirella decided that the best way was to strike him as he was on the move, or when he was going to one of his weekend dachas. In the country side, there would be more freedom for her to attack. When he had climbed into a non-descript car instead of one of his limousines, she had thought that he was going into the countryside. Instead, he had come to this building, without his bodyguards. Intrigued, Vampirella had entered the building after him.

The building had been mostly abandoned, but Vampirella picked up the scent of the man, leading her to a door at the staircase landing. She stood back a little, and kicked the door in. The door had not been reinforced, and she had just fed. It broke from its hinges and fell to the floor noisily.

Vampirella stepped into the room, expecting an ambush. Instead, she found herself in an empty apartment. It was small and dilapidated, with rotting wooden floors, peeling paint on the wall and dusty furniture.

Vampirella stepped into the apartment. The interior was dark, which presented some problem even for a vampiress such as her. She stopped when she saw an armchair in the corner, where a figure seemed to sit. It did not move as she sauntered over. She soon saw why. It was a dummy.

When Vampirella looked down at the dummy, she realized something. It was dressed in her costume, with red strips of PVC fabric crossing the front of its body and down its crotch. She started when she realized that the costume was not a copy but the one that she actually wore when she was captured and abused by the Cow-boy. The cut portions had been sewn back crudely and put on the dummy.

The dummy’s hands were out of sight, twisted behind its back, and she could see chains criss-crossing its arms and torso. The costume was completed with a pair of leather boots on the legs of the dummy, which were spread open, and draped over the arms of the chair, with the ankles chained to two of the legs of the chair. To complete the ensemble, the dummy had a long black wig that reached down to its shoulders just like her hair.

On even closer inspection, Vampirella saw that the dummy was one of those expensive rubber dummies that one could buy in sex shops, complete with anatomically correct features. The crotch of the costume on the dummy had been pushed aside, and there were obvious stains in the rubber pussy. There was another stain, still wet, on the chest of the dummy between its two over-sized breasts. A tube of lubricant had been tossed carelessly next to the chair.

The implication was not lost on Vampirella. The dummy had been dressed and bound like her, as an obvious substitute for the vampiress, perhaps until the real thing, that is to say, herself, arrive. It almost happened until she escaped her slavery and destroyed the Prince’s white slavery operation. And from the looks of things, the dummy had been well used by the pervert that had ordered her capture.

Enraged, Vampirella turned and tore through the rest of the apartment. It was empty, but there was a hole in the wall of a room to the back, which led into a long space, punctuated only by wooden props holding up wooden beams, just under the roof. Chains with hooks were suspended from the beams. A pile of rusty iron chains, fitted with snap-hooks, gathered in piles on one side, seemingly abandoned.

There were flickering lights at the far end of the room, and Vampirella stormed over, her face flushed with anger, her hair bouncing lightly as she stomped on the wooden floor, her high-heels tapping a ruthless staccato.

When Vampirella got to the end of the room, she saw an antique film projector, placed on a table. It was running a film, casting flickering coloured images on a wall with peeling white paint. She looked at the images and saw to her horror that they were of her. Of her in captivity, humiliated and tortured by her previous two captors. She saw a short scene of her struggling in her bondage in the desert, which was followed by a scene of her being raped by a dog, then a scene of her bound in a pony costume. With a sudden roar of rage, she strode up to the film projector and kicked it off the table.

As it flew off the table top, there was an audible click. Vampirella felt it even before she heard it. An explosive blast from a bomb planted below the table. The overpressure knocked into her like an elephant smashing into her. She was flung away from the table, and landed on her back some distance away, skidding on her bare back along the rough wooden floor until she stopped.

Vampirella lay on her back for a moment, stunned, her ears still ringing and her brain concussed. She slowly lifted herself up to her elbows, and glanced down her body. She was still too confused to think straight, but the first thought that did occur to her was that she appeared to be unhurt. Her costume in fact was intact, surprising considering the blast, although the twin strips covering her breasts had been blown clear and now hung in the abyss of her cleavage, leaving her mounds exposed.

Then, Vampirella saw the man. He was standing at the entrance of the room. He walked up to her as she struggled to get up. She found it impossible to stand, and could only flip to one side, resting on her right elbow. She willed herself to move, to stand up, but her body refused to obey as the man came to her, grabbed the twin front straps of her costume. When he pulled up, the straps elongated away from her body then become taut, allowing the man to pull her along the floor, with her body slumped under the twin straps and her limbs trailing, until he reached the chains suspended from the beams. As she laid flat on her back, looking up, the heavy and rusty chains and hooks look ominous to the stricken vampiress.

From a pocket in his raincoat, the man took out a heavy black rubber ball with a leather strap threaded through it. He cupped Vampirella’s chin and forced her jaws open, allowing the man to slip the rubber ball quickly into her mouth, behind her canine teeth. He turned her head, so that he could pull the straps back behind her head, where he buckled the straps tightly together.

The man now turned to a pile of iron chains next to the supine vampiress. These had links almost as thick as a man's thumb. The man flipped Vampirella on her side. The man then took up a length of chain, and placed the chain over her neck, with one end longer than the other. He crossed the chain in her cleavage before pulling the ends under her breasts, and pulled them round to her back under her arms. Crossing them between her shoulder blades, he brought the ends of the chain round her arms to the front again, this time above her breasts. He adjusted the chain until the shorter end of the chain, where a small iron ring was attached, rested just above her cleavage. He then dropped the longer end through the ring. Pulling the end down until it was taut, the man trapped Vampirella's arms tightly against her body. At the same time, the links of the chained tightened themselves around her full breasts, squeezing them.

"Uhmmmm…" Vampirella moaned, still too stunned from the explosion to put up much resistance. The man now took a second length of chain, of the same thickness, and with an iron ring at one end, and looped it around her waist by inserted the other end of the chain through the ring. He pulled the end without the ring down her front, and then when the loop around her waist had clinched and bit into her flesh there, he pulled the chain down between her legs. He pulled her costume aside to expose her crotch, and then used his fingers to spread the labia lips. He then pulled the cold chain between the lips, touching her anus as well with its rusty embrace, before pulling the chain up through the crack of her buttocks to the back of the loop around her waist. Using a shackle, he secured the end of the chain to the chain binding her arms and breasts.

The man returned his attention to her front now. He pushed Vampirella flat onto her back before he took the loose end of the first chain, and now passed it through the ring of the second chain, in front of Vampirella's stomach. He pulled the chain forward until it was taut. He placed Vampirella's right wrist over the ring and wrapped the end of the chain twice around it. He secured it with a shackle. He then placed her left wrist over her right, and coiled the remainder of the chain around it, before securing it with a second shackle.

When this was done, the man folded each of Vampirella's legs. He took one chain and secured one of its ends around her right ankle a shackle, leaving a long free end. He coiled the free end of the chains around her right thigh and ankle several times before securing it with a shackle, thus keeping her right leg tightly folded. He took a second chain and did the same with her left leg, leaving her legs frog-tied. With her ankles placed close together, her bound legs spread open like a giant V.

Picking Vampirella up bodily, he raised her until she was on her knees. He took a hook suspended from a beam overhead from a thick chain, and hooked it into the chain binding her arms to her torso at a point over her back. This held Vampirella up in such a way that she rested on her knees. The shortness of the chain suspending the hook was such that it also pulled up the chain around her breasts, further tightening its uncomfortable grip on her mounds. In turn, this chain also pulled up on the chain around her waist and groin, pulling the chain deeper into her crotch. Vampirella could only moan at this treatment.

The man now did something curious. He took out a squeeze bottle from a pocket on his coat, and popped it open. Then he applied a generous amount of a viscous liquid to the tip of a large hook hanging next to Vampirella. From her experiences over the past months, she realized that the liquid was lubricant. This was confirmed when the man now reached down between her legs, pushed the links of the chain pressing against her crotch aside, before sliding a finger into her asshole. The vampiress involuntarily sucked in a breath as the cold finger slid into her hole, then begin to wriggle against her tight asshole.

The man popped the bottle close when he finished his task, then turned to pick up Vampirella’s waist, and lifted her legs off the ground. He raised her buttocks up until her body was horizontal to the ground. He took a hook, suspended from another chain, just behind her butt in his hand, and aimed the blunt tip of the hook at her anus.

Vampirella’s head was slumped down, with her hair hanging down, allowing her to look back at what the man was doing, although her view was partially blocked by her two large breasts hanging down from her chest. Her muddled mind was beginning to clear, and she was able to grasp what was happening. She wanted to scream in protest at the impending penetration, but even if the gag were not in her mouth, she could only moan as the man pushed the tip of the hook into Vampirella's anus. It met with some initial resistance as her sphincter had retracted back to its original elasticity after recovering from her previous bondage. But her asshole and the hook were well lubricated, and in spite of its tightness, the sphincter soon yielded to the penetration of the hook and it sank deep into her hole, causing her to moan once more.

This was followed by a louder moan when the man let go of Vampirella, and let the two hooks take up her full weight. The chains tightening around her breasts and crotch, while the hook dug deeper and lifted her rear up by her anus. Besides the physical pain, the humiliation was almost unbearable.

The man left Vampirella alone for a while as she gradually recovered. As she did so, she began to pull against the chains binding her. These may be rusty, but they retained their strength. All her struggles served to do was to make her even more distressed as the links of the chains bit into her skin, and the hook in her anus jostled within her, its tip brushing dangerously against the inside of her rectum.

The sounds of Vampirella’s futile struggles, however, did signal to the man that the vampiress had recovered from the stunning effect of the bomb, and he came back to her.

"Welcome Vampirella. I have been waiting for you." Said the man, his voice thickly accented, “I must admit, I was not sure if the bomb would work. But my experts tell me that it was only a very small bomb, using low grade explosives, and a vampiress, such as yourself, will only be stunned. And, of course, with the fate of my predecessors, I do not want to take any risk of a failure to trap you.”

The man knelt down and reached for one of Vampirella’s breasts. He squeezed it hard, eliciting a gagged cry from the vampiress’s mouth.

“You have no idea how desperately I have waited for this day.” the man said, as he moved his other hand round to her rear. Soon, she felt her fingers pull the chain in her vagina mouth aside, and his fingers begin to play with the mouth of her cunt.

“I have wanted you the first time I heard about you.” the man continued as he began to finger her, “A vampiress that can walk in daylight. A woman who dressed scantily in only bikinis, but who can tear a man apart. I knew I must have a creature such as yourself, broken to my will.”

Vampirella screamed into her ball-gag with rage at being molested and at being so helpless. She could not believe that she had once more been trapped so easily. She had allowed her anger to get the better of her once more, and once more, a man had taken advantage of that to capture her. But at the same time, through her anger, she could feel the man's fingers playing expertly with her pussy. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused.

"You are wet already." The man observed, smiling, "I see that my predecessors had trained you well."

Withdrawing his hand, he showed the captive Vampirella his wet fingers. She felt the hot flash of shame flood her cheeks, and she renewed her struggles.

“You have something to say, slut?” the man asked as Vampirella looked up at him with hate. He reached reached up to her mouth and pulled out the large ball that had been gagging her, dropping the gag below her chin and stepping back as Vampirella tried to bite him. She missed and instead send her body into wild gyrating motion that only put more affliction on her body.

"Free me!" Vampirella demanded.

The man laughed and backslapped Vampirella across her right cheek. Her head jerked to one side, and for a moment, she was stunned.

“It looks like we will need to send you for re-education again. Don’t worry, me and my friends, we have perfected the art of re-education back in the days of the communist. Now, we can put them to more … profitable uses.”

The man grabbed her thick black hair and pulled back Vampirella’s head. Grabbing the ball-gag hanging around her neck, he shoved the thick rubber ball back into her slack mouth, between her plump lips.

"Much better." The man said. He stepped away from Vampirella for a moment, then returned, wielding something in his hand. It was a black cane, which he played to and fro, swishing it through the air. He came up to the trapped vampiress, and swung it viciously against her the parts of her buttocks which were exposed between the glossy black pillars of her booted feet.

"Ughh!" Vampirella screamed through her gag, and jerked her head back at the pain.

The man smiled and said as he landed a second blow on her buttocks, "Surely you would have learnt to like this by now."

The man landed blow after blow on her buttocks until the pale skin surrounding the red PVC of her thong were two fields of red welts. He placed a cool hand against her heated flesh, and slipped his hand through her vagina mouth to test her for wetness. To his pleasure, his hand came out damp. She seemed to have become wetter from the punishment.

"There might be hope for you yet." The man said, as he stepped back and continued with the blows.

The stings from the cane on Vampirella’s buttocks felt like sharp bites on her flesh. It was especially excruciating when the cane landed on the oval mound of her vulva instead of her fleshy buttocks. She had forgotten how much they could hurt ... and the kind of reaction her body has to blows across her buttocks and crotch. She could feel herself become more aroused, especially as the man seemed to have a special skill of striking the cane across where her labia lips and her clitoris were. The stings from the blows were working on her sensitive parts, making them even more sensitive, which in turn added to her arousal.

The man stopped his blows after a while, as he turned and walked round to the front of Vampirella.

"Had enough?" the man asked. Vampirella tried to gave him a look of defiance, but it came across more like the doleful look of pleading.

The man disappeared from Vampirella's field of vision again, and she could hear him walk away from her. After a while, he returned, holding an object in his hand. It was a black rubber dildo of such a large and long dimension that it seemed to be a copy of a horse's penis rather than a human's. He walked to behind the suspended vampiress. As she struggled, he placed the tip of the dildo against her labia lips, already wet with her juice from the previous torments inflicted on her, then slowly slid it up into her tract.

Vampirella moaned as the cool rubber rod went up her vagina. She felt it fill her completely, stretching her inside wall almost beyond tolerance. She moaned, electrified at the feeling caused by the advance of the instrument sliding up her. When it reached the end of her vagina, she almost cummed. The man now pulled the chain over her crotch back into place over her vagina lips. The links slipped between the slick lips and pushed the dildo deeper into her. It was at this point that she felt the release within her and she cummed. She moaned involuntarily.

The man walked round to the front of Vampirella again, and took out a slender black plastic box in his hand. The box had a switch on it, and the vampiress instantly knew what would happen next. Foreknowledge, however, did not ameliorate the sudden shock that came from under her as the monster in her vagina suddenly sprung to life, vibrating powerfully in her most sensitive tract. She moaned and thrashed her head from the treatment, as the man turned and left her to suffer alone.

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When the man returned, daylight had already begun to stream into the room through cracks and holes in the walls. Vampirella was still hanging by the chains, but the vibration in the dildo had long ceased. She was slumbering, exhausted by her ordeal through the night, with her head tilted to one side, and saliva pouring out from her mouth, held open by the ring-gag. The vibration of the toy inserted in her had shook her to the core throughout the night, forcing her to cum again and again. The evidence of that could be found on her smeared crotch and on the wooden floor under her, where cum had dried in the cold dry air of winter.

The vampiress awoke at the sound of footsteps. She lifted up her head weakly and saw that the man was pushing a trolley towards her. He brought it up to a point next to her, then went round to her back. He pulled the crotch chain aside, grabbed the tail of the dildo, and yanked the rubber monster out from within her. She could only suck in her breath and moan at the sensations that ran through her tract on its way out.

Dropping the soiled toy into a metal tray filled with pink liquid, the man now pulled aside a towel to reveal an instrument that looked like a snub pistol, and a chrome ring. Vampirella recognized the instrument immediately as the kind of tool used to punch a hole in the ear for ear rings. It was also what the Cowboy had used on her to put a ring on her clitoris hood. She knew what would come next as the man picked up the instrument, and knelt down under her.

"I see that the holes made there had healed. I would have to make a new one." The man said, pinching Vampirella's clitoris hood. He pulled it down, and she could feel the cold metal of the jaws of the instrument on either side of her clitoris hood. The sudden sharp pain from the piercing was less painful than she thought. Nonetheless, it still caused her to involuntarily let out a little cry. The man laughed at this as he placed the instrument back on the trolley and took up the ring. The ring had a ball on it, and when the ball was screwed back, it exposed a small gap that allowed it to be thread through the hole punched in the clitoris hood, careful to encircle the chain running over her crotch. Once this was done, the man screwed the ball back into position, closing the ring, before turning the ring until the ball rested on Vampirella's clitoris. The sensation of the ball rubbing against her sensitive clitoris, with the dull throbbing pain from the punching mixed together in an indescribable cocktail of torment.

The man now pulled out the large ball gag in Vampirella’s mouth and allowed it hang around her neck. This allowed her mouth to close, but this relief was brief.

"How was your night?" the man asked solicitously.

"Damn you." Vampirella managed weakly.

"Good. I’m glad to see that you’re not so easily broken. You will be most entertaining." The man said, laughing. He took out something from his pocket. It was a large ring, made of steel coated by rubber, with a set of straps fitted to its side. He fitted the ring into her mouth, then pulled the straps around her cheeks, and buckled the straps tightly together behind the back of her neck. This left her mouth propped open.

"Ughhhha!" Vampirella protested, but with the heavy ring, almost three inches in diameter, placed in her mouth, all she managed was an inarticulate gargle.

The man opened his raincoat, to reveal the fact that he was completely naked underneath. Vampirella saw that his penis was already erect. He was no doubt enjoying her torment tremendously. As he stepped forward, she realized what he was doing, and tried to turn her head away. This only caused her to swing in her chains. The man grabbed her hair and yanked it up to raise her mouth up to the level of his penis.

"Lick it you vampire whore." He commanded as he slipped the penis through the ring gag. The head of the penis felt hot and large in Vampirella's mouth, and she almost gagged. It filled her mouth such that it was impossible for her not to taste it.

Seeing that Vampirella was not making any move to obey him, he withdrew his penis, and went back to the trolley. He returned with a short length of light bead-chain, with a snap hook on one end, and a ring on the other. He placed the snap hook into the ring on her clitoris hood, and held the ring on the other end of the chain around his right index finger. Then he gave it an almost casual tug.

The pain was almost unbearable. Vampirella could only yelped into her ring gag: “GGGAGRAGK!”

The man went back to the trolley, and returned again. He showed Vampirella a set of weights in a box. They were of different, increasing size, and thus weight. He took the first and lightest weight, and hooked it to the ring at the end of the chain hooked to her clitoris ring. He released the weight from a height, and it instantly fell to towards the floor, jerking down the clitoris ring. Vampirella flung her head back and screamed:”GGAGGGGAAARRRRK!”

"Should I go on?" the man asked, taking out the next heaviest weight.

Reluctantly, Vampirella shook her head, and he stepped up to her open mouth again, and inserted his penis into her. This time, she was rather less reluctant to use her tongue on him. She worked at it until she could feel the penis in her mouth engorging. Continuing her endeavours, she soon brought the man to orgasm. He released the semen into her mouth in a hot spurt. She coughed as the man withdrew his member, and hung her head down, allowing the semen to flow out from her open mouth. The man closed his raincoat around him, and zipped it up again.

"That was ... satisfactory." The man said, his thin smile hidden by the upraised collar of his raincoat. He took the ring gag out off Vampirella and pulled up the large black rubber ball gag that had been hanging from her neck like a necklace. He yanked her head back to slacken her jaw, then inserted this back into her mouth. Then, once again, he left Vampirella alone, suspended in agony by the chains binding her breasts and the hook in her anus.

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The man returned again only at night, having left Vampirella for the whole day in her position. When he finally released her from the hook holding her ass up such that she was once more standing on her kneecaps, her legs still folded up behind her, she did not make even a token attempt at resistance. Nonetheless, the man took no chances, and chained her upper thigh together with a new chain, first before releasing her legs from their folded position. This allowed her lower legs to drop back onto the ground to help relieve some of the weight off her kneecaps. Leaving her on her knees, with the hook attached the chain around her torso still holding her up, he went away, and returned shortly with a black rubber rain-coat, which looked like a sleeker copy of the one he was wearing himself.

"On your feet, slave." The man commanded, said picking up the chain linked to her clitoris ring and removing the weight. He held the chain threateningly in his hand. Vampirella knew that any disobedience on her part would end with a yank of the chain.

Reluctantly Vampirella moved to obey, but had difficulty getting up to her feet. When she finally succeeded in doing so, she found that she was actually taller than the man in her high-heels.

The man took the hook off the chain, and draped the rain-coat around her. The raincoat was in the style of a short cape over a longer garment, and had holes in the sides under the cape for her arms, but with her wrists bound before her groin, and her arms pinned by chain to the sides of her body, she had no use for them. The narrow cutting of the raincoat was such that when the man mated the end of the zip at the tips of the upturned collar together and then pulled down the heavy duty zip in front, Vampirella could feel the heavy rubber of the raincoat squeeze her arms into her body, further confining her. The man continued pulling the zip down, confining more and more of her body until he came to her crotch. At this point, he stopped, and unhooked the chain from her clitoris ring. He replaced this with a thin piano wire. Like the chain, this piano wire had a snap hook at one end, and a ring on the other, but wire was much longer than the chain. The man now resumed his work at the zip, pulling it down pass her knees. This squeezed her thighs together, effectively hobbling her.

The man now stood up, with the end of the piano wire held in his hand like a leash. The wire ran from his hand, down to the front of the zip on the raincoat at the point where her knees met, and from there up to the clitoris ring between her legs. Any pull on the wire translated to a downward tug on the ring.

"Any wrong move and ..." the man completed his threat with a vicious tug of the wire. She whimpered into her rubber gag, hidden behind the upturned collar of the raincoat. She felt so completely controlled as the man walked out of the room, leading her after him by the piano wire leash. He led her out of the apartment and down the staircase until they emerged into the dark alley behind the building. A heavy fog had settled down over the city, so dense that it was difficult to see more than a few feet. She felt an impatient tug on her clitoris ring, which forced her to hobble after her captor.

Vampirella and her captors passed the glows of fires and dark shadows around the fires as they walked down the alley, and she heard voices and laughter. They were walking pass many people. She could not believe how brazen the man was to virtually parade his captive before witnesses like this. But then again, it was impossible for her to shout for help with the big ball gag in her mouth, and no one around could see that she was a captive, with her bondage completely hidden by the raincoat she was wearing. She saw now why the man had used a piano wire as a leash on her. It was virtually invisible unless one came really near in the fog. In any case, she did not know if anyone would actually step forward to help in this area of the city.

The man led her out of the alley, emerging onto the bank of the river. The fog here, if anything, was even thicker than in the alley, and was like a dense grey pea soup. The man seemed to know exactly where he was going to, and they soon came to a flight of stone steps cut into the lined bank of the river. He led her down the slippery steps, giving her no assistance at all as she struggled to maintain her balance, hobbled as she was, with her arms trapped around her body. When she came to the stone landing, he tugged her leash impatiently, forcing her to follow him as he came to an iron gate.

The iron gate enclosed the mouth of a dark drainage tunnel. A steady stream of water flowed under the gate to cascade down to the dark waters of the river. The man took a large key out of his pocket, which he inserted into a lock on the gate. Turning it, he unlocked the gate and swung it open. He led Vampirella into the tunnel, before shutting and locking the gate behind him.

The stench was almost overpowering in the tunnel, and the man took out a gasmask from a large pocket and slipped it over his head. It was of an old design, consisting almost entirely of a heavy rubber hood that encased the entire head. Vision was via two circular glass eyepieces secured to the hood by brass rings. The mouth area of the gasmask was elongated and connected to a serrated tube, with a can at the end, dangling just over his chest. This design allowed the gasmask to fit over his head, even with the upturned collar of his raincoat, and the black rubber material of the mask complemented his raincoat perfectly.

The man now took another example from another pocket, and slipped it over Vampirella's head. The stench of rubber was only marginally better than the overpowering foul smell of the drain. It was fitted tightly over her face, especially with the ballgag still in her mouth, and the neck of the gasmask was tucked into the collar of the raincoat around her. She could only imagine how she must look to any observer, being encased in a sleek rubber raincoat and with a gasmask over her head. She must be a rubber fetishist's wet dream.

The man tugged on her leash again, and Vampirella followed him as he led her down the drain. She saw that the drain had dim lights placed along the wall, barely lighting the path besides the running water in their orange glow. Everything was bathed in the red light, giving the scene a surreal feel. At various points, she could hear the roar of traffic, where the drain ran under roads.

The man made several turns along the way, going into different drainage tunnels. At one point, they had to climb down an iron spiral staircase, which was almost impossible for her, bound as she was in her high heels. As usual, the man demonstrated no hint of sympathy, and with tugs on her leash, forced her to precariously stumble down the stairs, using the central pillar as support as she went down in a series of controlled falls. It was a relief for the bound captive when they arrived at the bottom. He then led her down yet another drainage tunnel until they came to a stretch that was not lit by the red lights. He took a tube out of his pocket, bent it until something inside snapped, and he shook it until the chemicals inside glowed in a yellow light.

The tunnel they were now in was obviously more ancient than the concrete lined drains they had been travelling in. This stretch was lined with masonry, and was in serious disrepair. Sections had crumbled, revealing that there were chambers behind the bricks. The man led Vampirella into one of these chambers. He brought Vampirella to the far end of the chamber, where rusty but strong looking iron staples had been driven into the three walls there. These were driven at about waist height, one each into the back wall, right wall and left wall. A heavy iron chain ran from each of the staple towards a spot in the mid-point between the staples on the left wall and right wall. The chains were all linked to a thick iron collar. There was a fifth iron staple driven into the stone floor of the chamber, some distance in front of the first staple. A short chain ran from this staple, with a snap hook on its end.

The man brought Vampirella to a stop. He unzipped her raincoat and took it off, but left the gasmask on her.

"On your knees, slave!" the man commanded. When Vampirella hesitated, the man unceremoniously kicked in the back of her knees, knocking her down painfully on them.

"Lean down!" he ordered. Vampirella hesitated again, and was rewarded with a vicious tug on her clitoris ring. She quickly leaned forward to obey. The man took the short chain stapled to the floor and wrapped it round her throat, securing it by clipping the hook at its end to one of the links in the chain. This held her in a face-down, butt-up position.

He then put the raincoat aside in one corner of the room, and picked up a wooden box that he had obviously left in the chamber earlier. He walked back to Vampirella. He opened the box and took out a heavy item from the box. He showed it to the vampiress, who had to twist her head to one side to look up to see what it was.

At first glance, it appeared to be like the butt-plugs that had been so frequently inserted against her will into her asshole. But in the dull unnatural light of the glowing tube, its uniqueness soon became apparent. It was shaped like a pear, with a narrow shank at its bottom, but it was made of iron, rather than the more usual hard rubber. And instead of a flange at its base, it had a large iron key at the end of the shank. The key had a hole in its centre, and like the rest of the plug, was richly ornamented with carvings of occult symbols.

The man soon demonstrated the use of the key, for without saying a word, he turned the key slowly. As he did so, the pear like portion of the plug split open into four petals, spreading slowly away from a tube in the centre.

"Imagine how that must feel." The man mocked, his laughter being filtered by the heavy rubber of his gasmask to an evil crackle, "And if you try to pull the plug out ..."

The man demonstrated what would happen. He pulled the key down. For a while nothing happened, until the key extended about an inch beyond its original position. Suddenly, a set of sharp blades sprung out from vertical slots on the tube, extending beyond the perimeter formed by the petals.

"Imagine what these would do to your asshole if you pull it out." The man said, laughing. He folded the blades with his free hand before pushing the key back up into position. With the key back in place, the blades remained folded in the rod.

"The key is spring-loaded, and is connected to a sleeve that holds the blades in place. When the key is pulled down, the sleeve is pulled down also, release the blades. The blades are all propelled by to a spring inside the tube." The man explained helpfully as he turned the key until the petals of the pear were closed once more. He took a tube of lubricant that came with the pear, and applied it liberally over the large device.

Vampirella struggled with her bonds, but the chains holding her prisoner reduced her efforts to nothing more than the wriggling of her butt. The man pulled the chain free from over her asshole, and aimed the blunt tip of the plug at the hole. He had little trouble pushing it in, as her sphincter had yet to recover from the abuse done to it. Nonetheless, this monster tested its limits, bringing much discomfort to the vampiress as she struggled weakly.

Once the instrument had been inserted into her, the man started to turn the key. Vampirella moaned as she felt the petals open up inside her rectum, filling it. It felt almost as if she was about to explode. Mercifully, the man stopped before the petals spread beyond a tolerable level. He pulled the chain still binding her waist and crotch over the plug, keeping it in place.

The man got up and walked away from her. He returned with a pair of heavy iron manacles and a foot long chain. The chain had a heavy padlock on each end. The padlocks were of the old fashioned kind, shaped like a heart with a shank on top, with a metal plate covering the keyhole.

The man placed the manacles around the ankles of the chained vampiress. These had a heavy hinge on one side, and heavy flanges with eyeholes in them on the side that opened to encircle her limbs on the other. Then he took the chain and unlocked the padlocks. He used one of the latter to secure one end of the chain to the shackle around Vamirella's right ankle. Then he took the other end of the chain and threaded it through the hole in the key. He pulled the end down to the manacle around her left ankle, and attached it to the shackle using the second padlock.

"A word of advice, don't try to stand up. It might trigger the blades." The man said, smiling. Vampirella could see how. If she tried to stand up, or in any way pull the chain connecting her manacles down, it could pull the plug free of the crotch chain now retaining it in her asshole. Once that chain slipped out of place, but before the plug had a chance to be tugged out of her hole, the blades by trigger by the pull, and her rectum would be cut up. It was a fiendishly effective device to prevent any attempts at escape.

The man now released Vampirella from the chain holding her neck down to the ground, and pulled her up to a kneeling position. He took up the heavy iron collar on the floor, and clamped it around her throat, locking it in place with a heavy padlock on the collar.

The man walked away again, but soon returned with more items of bondage. He was holding an oval iron band in his hand. Attached to each end of the oval was a short length of chain at the end of which was an open manacle. The band and the manacles were all to be secured by the same ancient padlocks as those securing her ankles. He opened the iron band, and placed it around Vampirella's trim waist, over the chains already binding her body. He locked it in place with the lock behind her back.

The man turned to Vampirella and took hold of the chain binding her ankles together.

"Any wrong move and I'll yank out the plug, understand?" the man asked.

Vampirella nodded, but her eyes were filled with hatred as he carefully released her left wrist first from its position in front of her abdomen. She did not resist as he secured the manacle on the left side of the waist band to her wrist. It was difficult given that her arm was still bound to her torso by chain, but this did not stop the man from wrenching her wrist into place mercilessly and causing the chain to tighten painfully around her breasts. He repeated the process with the manacle on her right. It was only when Vampirella had thus been bound that he took off the chains that had bound her breasts and torso.

The man stood back to survey the raven-haired vampiress kneeling on the cold and damp floor, with the gasmask still on her head, before picking up the light tube from the floor. Without a word, he turned and went out of the chamber, plunging Vampirella into the dark.

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The darkness was damp and claustrophobic, even for a vampiress. The lack of light meant that even Vampirella's supernatural vision could see little. Her sight was impeded in any case by the dirty lenses of her gasmask. The chamber was silent, with the exception of an occasional echo, or the platter of the feet of rats across the floor. The dark, the silence, together with the heavy rubber that stretches over her entire head, added to the sense of oppression that the vampiress felt, trapped in chains.

The chains allowed Vampirella only a limited range of movements. The four chains linking her collar to the iron staples on the walls held her pretty much on the same spot. With the chains holding her, she could not get up onto her feet. Not that it was a wise idea anyway, with the fiendish plug in her anus. She did not even dare to try to shift from a kneeling to a sitting position, for fear of what the plugs blades might do to her rectum should she make the wrong move. All these factors combined to make her feel as if she had been buried alive.

As Vampirella's solitary confinement stretched, a new ordeal was soon added, that of hunger. Her past ordeals had shown that her enemies had known how to use her own need for blood against her. By denying her blood, they achieved both the aim of weakening her physically, but also breaking down her will, as the need become all-consuming, like the habit of a heroin addict. There was no source of food within Vampirella's cell, except for the rats, but with the gasmask fitted tightly over her face, with the ball-gag still in her mouth, and with the way she was chained, she could not even hunt or access this foul source of food. She tried to reach up towards her face to rip off the offending object encased around her face, but the chains holding her wrists to her hips were too short.

Along with the gnawing hunger within her, Vampirella was also plagued by another source of gnawing. The rats. First they were attracted by her warmth amidst the damp cold of the drain. Soon, they had discovered that the vampiress could do little against them. They grew bolder and came up to her, climbing and crawling all over her. Their sharp teeth bit into her flesh, causing her to cry into her gag under her gasmask. She tried to fend them off by writhing and shaking her body, and by trying to move away from them, but it was impossible to avoid the growing numbers. This might well have killed any human, a burial of the rats, but with Vampirella's supernatural healing ability, she had had to endure a torment that she would not be rescued from by death.

Vampirella did not know how long she had been left in the dark chamber, but it was enough to drive her towards the edge of insanity. Her mind had become incoherent from the constant pricks of pain and the oppressive darkness and silence. Her body, after an initial surge of strength that came from a desperate urge to get blood, that had not been strong enough to break the thick chains binding her, had weakened until she had little strength to keep up the constant movement and brushing needed to keep the rats at bay. Eventually, she could do little, except to kneel on the stone floor and slumped in her chains.

When the man came back at last, carrying a flaming torch in his hand which he used to chase away the sea of rats in the chamber, she could barely move. He set the torch on an iron bracket against the wall and came up to the exhausted still form of Vampirella. Her costume had been badly damaged by the constantly attacks from the rats, and red bite marks were all over her long body. Even her high-heeled boots were attack, with many holes chewed on the PVC top.

The man released Vampirella from the iron collar holding her neck. She was too weak to resist when he took up a new instrument of restraint from a long bag that he had been carrying. He showed it to her, and through the misted eyepieces of the gas mask, she could see what looked like a long iron bar stretching away from an iron collar. In the middle of the bar, and at its ends, were pairs of iron manacles, secured to the iron bar with strong screws. The collar and the manacles were constructed from iron bands that were at least two inches thick, with a light layer of rust on the surface to give the restraints a look of antiquity.

The man placed the collar around Vampirella's neck, and secured it with a heart-shaped padlock. He then pulled her elbows back around to her back, and secured the manacles in the middle of the bar to her upper arms, just above her elbows, and locked them in place with two more padlocks. Finally, he released her wrists, one at a time, and bound them with the manacles at the end of the bar. When the fire padlocks clicked in place, the iron arm-binder pulled back her arms in such a way that her body was forced to arched back, thrusting her bared chest forward.

The man took away the iron manacles around Vampirella's wrists, and then released her ankles from the chain and manacles holding them. However, he left the plug inside of her. Instead, he took out a heavy chain with a large iron ring at one end, and a snap hook at the other, and attached it to the shank of the padlock hanging from the collar in front of her neck. He pulled it like a leash to force her to stand up. She got unsteadily onto her feet, but did not resist. Out of sheer exhaustion and hurt, she followed him as he led her out of the chamber.

The man once more led Vampirella on an exhausting march through the drain system. She followed as best as she could, but her weakness and the large plug in her ass slowed her down. The gasmask that was still planted firmly on her head made it difficult for her to see her way through the fogged glass of the eyepieces. The man was unforgiving and kept tugging at her leash, forcing her to trot along. Passing from the brick-lined tunnel, they went into a larger tunnel, before arriving finally at a doorway.

The man stopped Vampirella, and took hold of her gasmask, and pulled it off Vampirella's head, and she felt the sudden exposure of cold air against her sweat-drenched head. The man let her stand and gulp in lungful of unfiltered air before jerking on her leash chain again to step through the doorway into a large chamber several stories high.

The natural light coming through a grill covered man-hole high up in the ceiling of the chamber could not penetrate much of the dark gloom of the chamber, but it was enough for Vampirella to see the contents within. At first, she thought that they were pods or cocoons dangling at the end of iron chains suspended from high up in the ceiling. They were hung in several clusters around the chamber, at various heights. Some were hung high up, while others were much lower on the ground. Several were barely a foot above the floor of the chamber.

As her captor led her closer to one of the pods, Vampirella recognized the design. These pods were iron maidens. These pods were so called because they were made of iron, and had the outline shape of a woman. They were like iron coffins, each designed to hold a person within. The original design had iron spikes in the lid of the pod. If the intent was to execute the prisoner, the spikes would be placed where they were pierce the vitals and bleed the unfortunate person to death in slow agony. It could also be used as instruments of torture, by placing the spikes where they would not pierce the vitals. They were nasty inventions from medieval Germany, although their use was not unknown in these parts of Eastern Europe.

Vampirella was led to the centre of the chamber. One of the iron maidens had been lowered down to the floor, and left standing like a black sentry. Its surface had been polished to a glossy black, reflecting the dim light dully. Like its medieval predecessor, the iron maiden, a facsimile of the front of a nude woman had been casted into the front of the lid.

The facsimile did not show any arms, only shoulders, making it seemed as if the nude woman had her arms pulled behind her back, out of view. The face was long and thin with high cheekbones under its closed eyes. Its mouth was opened with the bulge of a ball-gag crafted between its thick lips. The "ball-gag" had a short metal tube in its centre the external surface of which was threaded for a nut. The chest of the facsimile had a pair of breasts as well, large metallic cups that bulged out from the torso of the facsimile. Both of them were easily half as large again as her breasts. At the tip of each of the tits, there was a short metal tube with threaded external surface, like that on the ball-gag on the face. Running her eyes down, Vampirella could see that there were another two short tubes coming out from the spot where the lid curved in to form the crotch of the facsimile.

The man went up to the iron maiden, and manipulated a craftily hidden latch on the right side of the face of the iron maiden, and the face swung open to reveal an opening and the fact that it was empty inside. He reached his hands down, and pressed another two latches, each by the inner side of the two breasts, and the metallic cups swung outwards to reveal two openings on the chest. Then he unlatched the iron maiden, and swung it open like the lid of a coffin.

Vampirella saw that the iron maiden did not contain any spikes, much to her relief. But it did contain two ominously large dildos. They were made of iron and segmented by ridges all the way from bottom to top. Closer inspection made these ridges look even more threatening. The ridges were actually made up of spiralling series of small cones. The rear dildo was shorter and much fatter than the first one, but both were cruel looking. They glistered in the dull light from the abundance of lubricants that had been poured over them, so much so that copious amounts had dripped down off the bracket to the bottom of the iron maiden. They were mounted on an iron frame, which in turn was hinged upon a bracket wielded to the back of the iron maiden. This allowed the frame to tilt forward at an angle, presenting the tips of the dildos outward.

The man pulled Vampirella forward by her leash until she was next to the iron maiden. Here, a chain dangled from above with a hook at its end. He bent the vampiress forward at the hips and hooked up the end of the bar binding her elbows and wrists to her neck. This left her arms lifted diagonally up into the air, keeping her in a bent-forward position.

The man now reached for Vampirella’s upraised butt and turned the key on the pear until he had returned the key to its original location, retracting the petals on the pear in the process and locking the blades in place. Then, he pulled her crouch chain aside, and with a vicious tug, he pulled the pear loose and dropped it to the ground, where it bounced once, making a hollow metallic noise.

Next, the ball gag that had been in Vampirella’s mouth for so long was removed, allowing her to rest her aching jaws for the first time in a long while. With her bent over position and her arms raised high up into the air, there was little danger of her using her canine teeth. The man let her exercise her jaws for a while, before picking up an object that had been dangling from a hook on the side of the iron maiden. It was a rubber cup fitted with straps that stretched out from its circumferences like the legs of spiders. The inside of the cub had a penis shaped rubber knob at its centre, with a hole pierced at its tip. This hole extended all the way through the knob, with its other opening on the face of the rubber cup, almost exactly at its centre. The man now yanked up Vampirella's long black hair, facing her to drop her jaws. He jammed the gag into her mouth, and then belted the straps around her head, securing the rubber cup firmly against her jaws.

Finally, the man reached up her back and released the manacle that had been holding the chain around Vampirella’s waist and crouch for so long. He reached down under her stomach and began to pull the chain down. It dropped off her back to the floor, hitting the clit ring on its way down, causing the captive to moan into her rubber gag, a barely audible sound through the dense material. Then he reeled the chain in through the clit ring. Each link of the chain brought its own little torment as it slipped pass the clit ring until the chain was entire free. Then the man allowed it to loosen and drop open from the vampiress’s narrow waist.

The man now released Vampirella from the chain holding her arms up, and turned her around such that her back was now facing the cavity of the iron maiden. The man bent Vampirella at the waist, and aimed her crotch at the two iron monsters. He backed her onto the dildos. The longer one entered her vagina first, and she whimpered as she felt it go up her. It seemed far too large for her tract. It became worse when she was pressed down further, and felt the shorter plug enter her anus. Although the pear had loosened Vampirella's asshole considerably during its tenure, the fact that her vagina was already being filled meant that the arm entering her made her feel as if she was being filled up beyond her limits. But the downward pressure on her shoulders exerted by the man was relentless, and she was forced down until the two prongs were firmly seated inside of her.

Then with a firm shove, the man pushed Vampirella into the iron maiden. As she backed into the pod, the frame on which the dildos were mounted swung up between her legs, just above the links of the chain that bound her thighs, shoving higher up into her lower tracks before the frame clicked into place with a metallic finality.

The iron maiden was narrow, and the sides pressed in firmly against Vampirella’s sides. A trough on the back accepted her arms, and added its strength to those of the arm binder. When she was firmly fitted in place, the man drew a thick chain from the left inner side of the iron maiden across Vampirella's chest, just above her breasts, to the right side, where he shackled the other end into an eyebolt. He pulled a second chain across her flat abdomen, and, kneeling down, pulled a third chain across her knees and a fourth across her ankles.

The man now stood back, and swung the lid of the iron maiden shut on Vampirella. The lid fitted snugly over her, adding to her imprisonment. The man reached through the two openings over her chests, and took hold of her breasts, and adjusted them until they were projecting through the openings, hanging over the lower parts of the openings. He took one breast, and swung the metallic cup on that side in. He fed the breast into the rubber-lined cup and swung it shut with a decisive click. He did the same with the other breasts.

The man now swung the face plate partially closed. He took a rubber tube that was connected to the inside of the face plate, at the point where the ball-gagged mouth was, and fed the other end of the tube into the hole on the front of the rubber cup on her face, pushing it firmly into place. He then reached up towards the top of the iron maiden, and pulled down a rubber tube with a steel nut at the end.

Vampirella could not see what he was doing as he pulled the tube to the other side of the face plate, but his arms moved as if he was screwing the steel nut into place over the steel tube coming out from the front of the face plate.

The man now stepped back to look at his captive, cocooned helplessly in an iron pod, with only her muzzled face showing. She pushed against the iron holding her tightly, but this only proved to her the strength of her bondage, which effectively reduced her movements to nil.

The man took a plastic box from a pocket in his black latex coat, and pressed a switch.

"Suck on the cock, you slut." The man ordered. She obeyed reluctantly, sucking on the rubber penis in her mouth, like a baby sucking on the nipple of a milk bottle. At first nothing happened. Then, suddenly, a jet of warm liquid hit Vampirella in the back of her throat, and she involuntarily swallowed. It was blood! Hot fresh blood! She swallowed greedily. It did not taste of human blood, but rather of goat's blood, but it was good enough to satiate her hunger. She immediately sucked on the penis with much greater enthusiasm.

The man smiled as he observed this. He pressed another switch on the plastic box. The two objects inside of Vampirella suddenly came alive. Caught off guard, she screamed into her gag as they vibrated powerfully within her. Despite this, she immediately resumed sucking on the penis gag in her mouth, so intense was her hunger.

Then the man swung the face plate close, plunging Vampirella once more into claustrophobic darkness. For a moment, she ignored all these and continued sucking on the rubber cock in her mouth. Then she felt a shudder, and felt the iron maiden containing her rise up into the air. It went up for some time before coming to a sudden halt, swinging in the air like a pendulum. Then all was silence.

With Vampirella's sight and hearing now isolated from the outside world within her iron coffin, she was left only with the powerful simulation in her crotch from the powerful pulsation of the prongs. This isolation somehow made the vibrations inside of her feel even more simulating, driving her rapidly towards orgasm.

Against her will, Vampirella moaned with pleasure into her gag at the treatment.

Time seemed to stretch forever for the captive Vampirella. All that broke the dark and silent existence for her was when she was fed, and when the vibrators within her came to life. The two came together, always. When the vibrators were silent, the penis gag would not feed her, no matter how hard she sucked on it. When the vibrators start, she could feed for as long as she sucked on the rubber penis.

The periods of time during which the vibrators would be alive and Vampirella could feed would vary. Sometimes, the activity of the vibrators within her would seem to last forever, even after she had orgased several times over. At other times, the periods would be frustratingly short, leaving Vampirella just short of an orgasm. She could not say which was worse, for each situation would impose its own kind of torment.

As time passed, Vampirella became aware of a new sensation that had been added to her torment. It began with the sensation of tingling in her breasts, which drew her attention to them. With each feeding, they seemed to become more filled, become heavier. Eventually, a stage was reached where they felt as if they were full, making them uncomfortable. They became so engorged that they pressed hard against the cups containing them.

This seemed to trigger something. There was a hissing sound and quite unexpectedly, the rubber lining on the metallic cups holding Vampirella's breasts suddenly gripped them. She felt as if air was being pumped into the cups, as indeed they were. As this happened, the rubber material around her breasts gripped them and squeezed them, hard. She moaned at the sensation. There was another hiss, and she felt air rushed out of the cups against her nipples. This process was repeated again and again, and she could not understand the intent of this at first. Suddenly, she felt her nipples squirting out warm liquid, and realized with shock that she was lactating.

At this point, two hidden speakers mounted in the sides of the iron maiden, next to Vampirella's ears, suddenly came to life. The voice they carried was that of the man.

"The blood that you've been fed contained a kind of hormone, which triggers your body to produce milk. This hormone is different from the kind that occurs naturally in human women. This is hormone has been genetically modified to suite the physiology of vampiresses. Indeed, with your kind, this hormone forced your bodies to produce much more milk than a human woman would naturally, making your kind perfect cows." The man explained as the rubber lining continued to work away at her.

Cows. Vampirella had been humiliated and abused verbally before in her misadventures, but she had never been called a cow before. She felt the hot flash of anger mixed with humiliation welling up inside her, but heavily restrained as she was, she was helpless to do anything about it. The vampiress cursed something inaudible under her rubber gag as the cups continued to milk her.

"As you might remember, we have a lot of vampiresses locked up in here in the iron pods. All of them are being milked, just as you are. The amount we can produce each day can be quite substantial.

"Unlike human women, the milk that you produced is laced heavily with red blood cells, giving it a pink hue, like strawberry milk. We have long since found the benefits of such milk. It is highly regenerative for humans. For example, it works much better on the human skin than plastic surgery, making the skin look younger. Perhaps it is ironical that creatures that feed on us humans can be exploited to our own benefits.”

"Ummph!" Vampirella moaned even as the man ended his lecture. Aside from the humiliation of being made a cow, the sensations of the pumps manipulating her breasts were not pleasant. She felt as if two powerful hands were squeezing her breasts and pulling at her tits, all at the same time.

As if to distract Vampirella's attention from her milking, the two monsters within her came alive again. She shuddered and shook in her iron bonds as the pumps on her breasts and the dildo and plug inserted inside of her worked on her, simulating her senses with their work. She could feel herself being pushed rapidly towards a climax, probably because of the way the pumps on her breasts were kneading them, triggering her body's sensual responses. The pumps and the toys did not stop when she climaxed once, but continued on, squeezing more milk and orgasms out of her.

Vampirella did not know how long she was kept in that state of torment. It must have been hours. The process only stopped when her breasts could produce no more milk, no matter how hard the pumps worked on her. Only then, were the pumps and the dildos switched off, leaving the iron encased Vampirella drenched in sweat and completely drained of milk, cum and energy.

"Not bad at all." The man's voice came over the speaker, "We managed to extract almost two full tanks from you. We'd better get this to the processing plant before it turns bad. I suggest you get a little rest, my little cow. After all, we'll need you to be in tip-top condition to produce the best milk."

From that point, Vampirella's life turned definitely for the worse. She would be milked regularly. She would only know that she was being milked when she heard the hissing noises around her breasts, and felt the rubber lining around them contract. In time, she could guess when she was about to be milked. It would be when her breasts felt the fullest and heaviest. And invariably, she would be milked while she was fed through the penis gag, with the vibrators were set off inside of. She knew the intent of such an arrangement, given her experience as a captive in the hands of the Cowboy and the Prince. It was a typical Pavlovian arrangement, designed to train her mind and body in certain behaviours, to associate certain the basic need for feeding with the stimulation of her sex. This was what the man had been doing to her. Indeed, her earlier experiences had conditioned her in such a way that she was much more receptive to this new treatment.

Now, the man had added a cruel and humiliating twist to that equation, making her lactate whenever she feeds. She was becoming increasingly exhausted by her treatment. To her exhaustion was added the fact that with her senses cut off, the only sensations she was allowed were from the vibrators working on her crotch, sexually stimulating her, and the pumps on her breasts. Her mind began to coalesce around those sensations, needing them, wanting them, becoming addicted to them.

Thus, once more, Vampirella was being turned into a nymphomaniac against her will. Despite her awareness of this, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it as she continued to feed, cum and lactate in her merciless iron bonds. Indeed, this very awareness of her fate, of her own helplessness, adds to her torment and her humiliation, and finally, after weeks of this treatment, the breaking of her will.

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Vampirella first became aware that there was a change in her circumstances where she felt the iron maiden she was in being lowered until its bottom hit the floor with a hollow thud. Then the face plate was opened, letting in light for the first time in a long while, forcing her to close her eyes. She felt the rubber tube inserted into her rubber gag being pulled out. Then, the lid of the pod was opened, exposing her body, glistering from sweat, to the cold air. The chains holding her to the back of the iron maiden were undone. As she was pulled out, the two objects inserted into her crotch was tilted forward and then yanked free from within her, causing her to moan at the sensation.

Vampirella's legs felt wobbly, like jelly. She found it difficult to balance for, other than her prolonged imprisonment, her legs were still hobbled by the iron chains binding her thighs. Another thing that made it difficult for her to walk properly was her breasts, which were now larger than before. They hung pink and engorged in front of her chest.

Nonetheless, it felt good to be at last free from the confines of the iron coffin. But her captor did not let her rest for long. A latex hood was immediately pulled over her head, effectively blindfolding her, before she felt a snap hook being fitted to the padlock on her throat, and a steady pull on her collar. She recognized that she was being led by a leash, and she followed as best as she could, given that her sense of balance was still shaky. Her unnaturally large breasts slapped against her chest as she moved.

Thankfully, Vampirella did not have to negotiate any staircase in her condition. She felt herself being led through a number of turns, before going down a long corridor. Then, she felt a sudden rise in temperature.

Vampirella was pushed forward a few steps, then turned around. She felt a blow to the back of her knees, which forced her to fall on her knees. She felt her arms being tilt up until it was parallel to the ground. Then, she felt something being fitted to the screw holding the manacle on her right wrist to the iron bar. She felt a vibration through the manacle, and dimly heard the high-pitch whine of an electric screw-driver through the rubber pad on her ears. She felt the manacle come loose. But it did not stay that way for long. She felt her right lower arm being pulled to one side, and placed against something solid. There was a pause before she felt something fitted to the screw-hole of the wrist manacle, recently vacated by the screw, followed by a dull click, barely audible through her hood. This process was repeated with her left wrist. She tugged experimentally on them, and found that they would not give.

When both her wrists were secured, Vampirella's captor or captors turned to the manacles holding her elbows. They were released from the iron bar, but without being secured to whatever was holding her wrists. Finally, she felt the same vibration and high-pitch whine just behind her neck, and guessed that the iron bar had now being removed from her collar. But even as the bar was removed, something just as unyielding replaced it, and locked into place, and the collar became immobile, holding her neck in merciless rigidity.

Still blind and partially deaf, Vampirella now felt her boots being unzipped and removed from her feet. Then there was a thud, and the dull sound of a motor running, and she felt a powerful force lift up her collar, which forced her to stand up. As she was lifted to an upright position, she felt an iron bar roll forward under her feet, and she had to step on it to avoid hanging by her throat. When she was upright, she felt iron manacles being placed around her ankles. The chain binding her thighs were finally removed and her legs pulled apart. The manacles were then secured in the same way as those holding her wrists. When Vampirella tested the new arrangements, she found that she could barely move any of her limbs.

It was only when she had been so bound that Vampirella's blindfold was removed. It took her eyes a while to adjust to the relatively bright light of the room she found herself in. The room had the same ugly concrete walls as that where she had been held as a vampiress cow for so many days. But instead of the milking platform, she saw that there was a tub in the centre of the room, made from concrete. It was filled with hot soapy water.

Vampirella found that she had been secured to a long rectangular iron frame that fitted her lanky frame perfectly, almost as if it had been measured for her. The frame was suspended from the ceiling by a pair of mechanical arms, which were connected to the middle of both sides of the frame. A pair of iron bars were wielded to the top corners of the frame, reaching down passed her ears to behind her neck, where they were secured to her collar, holding her head up. Glancing down, she could just see her wrist shackles, and saw that they were held against brackets against the side of the frame by heavy screws. She had no doubt that her ankles had been similarly secured.

Vampirella looked up to see the man standing in front of her, still in his thick latex coat. He did not seem to mind the temperature of the room, even dressed as he was. He was standing next to a standing mirror, which was fogged over from the steam coming from the water. When he saw that Vampirella was looking at him, he brushed his hand up and down the mirror to clear the condensation, allowing her to have a good look at herself for the first time in days.

What Vampirella saw shocked her. The first thing that she noticed, was that her costume was ragged and torn from the attacks of the rats, such that it was hardly concealing her body. However, what was even more shocking was the state of her breasts. She had large firm breasts, but her ordeal as a vampiress cow had caused her breasts to engorge such that they looked rather out of proportions, reaching down like large juicy melons towards her slim waist. Her nipples had become enlarged such that they looked like brown buttons on light brown disks.

"Don't worry about your breasts," the man said when he saw Vampirella staring at their reflection in the mirror, "Once we stop your hormone treatment, they will return to normal. After all, we won't want you to look like some ridiculous porn star, do we?"

Vampirella thought that this was precisely what the man was trying to do, and this was yet another way of humiliating her.

The man walked up to her, and Vampirella saw that the man was holding a large pair of scissors. He parted the jaws of the scissors, and slipped one of them under her white collar, to the right of her throat. He cut the collar of the badly torn costume, and the ragged front of the costume fell forward. He then cut the hips of the costume, and ripped the costume away from her body, leaving her completely naked.

As the man stepped back and went to a wall of the chamber where a switchbox had been affixed, Vampirella noticed for the first time in the mirror that a metal pole rose from the rectangular frame she had been bound to, up from between her shackled ankles and her legs, aiming towards her crotch. The tip of the pole reached only her knees, but terminated with a pair of ominous-looking brush that extended up to her thighs. It was not difficult to speculate on their purpose.

The man threw a lever, and the sound of a motor running could be heard. The mechanical arms retracted, lifting the iron frame holding Vampirella up into the air. The frame travelled for a distance until it was suspended over one end of the tub. Then slowly, as Vampirella struggled futilely with her bonds, it was lowered into the water. As the bottom of the frame touched the bottom of the tub, the frame began to tilt back, lowering Vampirella backwards into the tub, immersing her body in the hot water. The frame stopped there, with her face just out of the water, the lower half of which was still covered by the rubber cup.

Despite her bondage, the hot water felt good, as Vampirella was immersed up to her neck. She could feel the accumulated grime of her captivity over the past days slowly dissolve away in the hot soapy water. Just as she was beginning to relax, she heard the man throw another lever. Instantly, she heard some bubbling sound between her legs, and she knew what would happen next. Still, the entry of the whirling brushes into her vagina and her anus came as shocks. She screamed into her rubber gag, and her body convulsed as the brushes screwed their way into her body. She threshed in her bondage, but they held her down tightly.

"Now now, we have to be sure that every part is clean." The man cooed as Vampirella struggled futilely. The brushes went up and down her tracts, scrubbing the walls of her sensitive areas with bristles made of soft rubber, such that they would not damage her. Still, it felt as if her vagina and anus were being scrapped by steel brushes.

When at last the brushes were withdrawn, Vampirella slumped down in her shackles and collar, exhausted. She made no protest as the man took a sponge and rubber the exposed area of her face with it. He reached down into the water, under her head, and unstrapped the rubber cup, and pulled the rubber gag from her mouth. There was no danger of any resistance, for the way her neck was clamped held her head rigidly as well. Her nose came dangerously close to the water, and she could make no imprudent attempt to bite him as he washed the lower part of her face. When this was done, the man replaced the rubber gag in her mouth, and strapped it firmly in place again.

The man rose and went back to the switch box. Pulling a lever down, the mechanical arms now raise the iron frame until Vampirella was completely out of the water. The mechanical arms then returned Vampirella to the spot before the mirror. Then man turned and left the room by an entrance behind Vampirella. He did not return until she had dripped dry.

Vampirella heard several sets of footsteps following behind the man, and soon, two women came into view. They had had their heads shaven, like the man, and they too were in thick latex costumes. These had high collars which reached up to their noses, covering their mouths completely. At the chest level, they had slots which exposed the breasts of the women. These were lifted up by the top of latex corsets which squeezed their waist in, and emphasizing the flare of their hips, from which bell skirts hung. These skirts extended all the way down to the floor, and their fronts were entirely missing, revealing the shaven groins of the women, and their long slender legs. These legs ended in knee-length high-heeled boots, which clicked on the floor as they walked.

Silently the women came up to Vampirella, each pushing a cart before her. As the man watched silently, one of the women pulled back a cloth covering the top of the cart to reveal a tray containing an old-fashioned straight-edge razor, and a cup with a shaving brush. One of the women stirred the shaving brush, and Vampirella could see the white foam within. She took the brush out of the cup and applied a generous amount of shaving foam to the fuzzy pubic hair on Vampirella's crotch. The other woman took up the brush and went to work shaving her private part, careful not to snag the blade on her clitoris ring. Vampirella tried to remain as still as she could, afraid of what damage a rash move might cause to her crotch as the woman worked with the straight-edge razor. When she was done, the first woman took a towel and wiped her crotch, then stepped back and picked up a mirror. She placed it at an angle in front of Vampirella's crotch to allow her to see the women's handiwork. She could see that her crotch had been clean shaven, with her labia lips pinkish and prominent in their nakedness, the silver ring on her clitoris hood shining in the light.

With Vampirella shaved, the women now turned to the second cart. Pulling back a towel, they revealed a neatly folded costume. It was made of red latex, polished such that the surface shone in the light. The women held it up, and Vampirella saw that it was a corset, with red heavy duty zip in front, and a laced up back. A hoop skirt flared from the bottom of the corset, and like the latex garments on the women before her, the front was missing.

The women undid the open-ended zip in front, and opened the corset. They fitted the corset around Vampirella's slim waist, and pulled the zip up over the front of her flat abdomen. The front of the corsets reached only to under her breasts, allowing the heavy mounds to hang over the top, but the sides of the corset scooped upwards till they reached under her armpits. When the clasps in front were all done up, the women turned to her back, and she felt the laces being tightened ruthlessly, squeezing her waist in. She moaned in protest, but the women gave no quarter, continuing to pull on the ends of the laces until they would not move any more. They then tied it into reef knot to hold them in place.

Having done this, one of the women reached back between her legs to the hoop of the skirt where Vampirella could feel something dangling from the inside of the back of the corset. The woman pulled on this object, and Vampirella could feel the bite of a thin leather strap being pulled forward over her crotch. The woman fed the strap through her clitoris ring before spreading her labia lips to feed the strap between them. She pulled the strap up the front of the captive vampiress. The tip of the strap had a D-ring, through which was secured a small padlock, which the woman now opened. She fed the shank of the padlock through each of the two heavy-duty nylon loops at the bottom of the corset, one on either side of the zip, and snap the lock shut.

The women went back to the cart and one of them picked up a key. The other women stepped up to her crotch, and threaded a finger through the clitoris ring. The threat was all too obvious, and Vampirella made no move as the first woman opened the shackle around her right ankle. She then went back to the cart and picked up a high-heeled boot. It was made of black PVC, like her own boots, but these were much longer than hers. Instead of a long zip, the boot was held close by a series of buckles along the outer leg of the boot. And instead of the three-inch heel, it had a full seven-inch heel. To compensate for such a long heel, the front of the sole had a three-inch high platform attached.

The woman took Vampirella's right foot and fed it into the boot. She let Vampirella rest the crook, formed by the high heel and the sole of the boot, on the bottom of the frame as she belted up the buckles that ran up the side of the boot. When she was done, she pulled Vampirella's ankle back to the side of the frame, and secured it with the shackle. The woman took up another boot, and put it on Vampirella's left leg, after having released it from the frame. Like the right leg, the woman secured Vampirella's left ankle to the frame again once she was done.

The women now turned to Vampirella's arms. Again, under threat of a nasty retaliation using the clitoris ring should she resist, the women released her right wrist. Then she folded the vampiress’s arm to one side until the manacle encircling her upper arm came to rest against the iron frame she was fettered to. A large padlock was inserted through the empty bolt hole of the manacle – where the screw had secured it to the iron bar down her back previously – before being locked around the frame. This secured her elbow against the frame.

The woman took a long black latex glove from the cart and took up Vampirella's right hand. Bunching it into a fist, she fed it into the glove. The hand of the glove was nothing more than a bag with no fingers, and it held Vampirella's hand in the shape of a fist as the glove was pulled up her wrist. The woman unlocked the manacle to allow her to pull the glove past the joint before quickly putting the iron band back into its proper place again. Then the captive’s elbow was released from the frame and the wrist restored to its previous anchoring point.

The woman continued pulling the glove up Vampirella’s slender arm until she reached the manacle encircling the point above her elbow. Releasing this manacle now, she continued pulling up the glove until it reached her armpit. Then, she pulled up the heavy duty zip on the glove. The latex glove squeezed against the flesh of the slave’s arm as it made its way up to her armpit. The women secured her right arm, and then repeated the process to dress her left arm.

Now, the man threw a switch on the switchbox, which lowered the frame down to the floor. One of the women pulled back on Vampirella's long black hair, while the other opened her iron collar. She then picked up one last item from the cart. It was a posture collar, made from shiny white high-impact ballistic plastic. The back opened up to embrace her neck. The front of the collar had an upraised tongue to push up the chin of the wearer, and a hem that tapered down to end with a D-ring.

Pulling it back around her neck, the woman secured the collar with three white leather straps that lined the opening from top to bottom. When this was done, the first woman released Vampirella's hair allowing her chin to rest on the tongue of the collar. She found that the posture collar’s structure was such that she had to maintain a head's-up attitude. There was just no way for her to lower her head with the tongue pressing up against her chin. Glancing down at the mirror, she could see the full costume now. The white posture collar reached down between her breasts, to end at the top of the corset, just where the zip rested. Taking a small lock, the woman secured the zip of the corset to D-ring. This lock, together with the lock on the strap in the raven-haired prisoner's crotch, locked the costume onto Vampirella's body. She would not be able to remove them unless she had the keys to the pair of locks.

The women each picked up a short chain, with snap hooks on either end. One of them went round to the back, and hooked one hook to each of the holes of the shackles around her upper arms, where screws had previously been used to hold them to the iron bar of the arm-binder. The chain was so short that the woman had to pull Vampirella's arms back to do this.

When she was done, she released the manacle around Vampirella's right wrist from the frame. The other woman now placed one of the snap-hooks of her chain into the screw hole of the manacle. When the first woman freed the other manacle on Vampirella's left wrist, she pulled the short chain across the front of her groin to secure it to that iron band. With Vampirella's hands imprisoned in the fingerless gloves, she could not undo the snap hooks herself.

Finally, the women uncoupled the ankle shackles from the iron frame. Freed from the frame at last, Vampirella hesitated before being pushed forward for a few steps. A sharp blow to the back of her knees caused her to fall on them. One of the women unbuckled the straps holding the rubber gag in her mouth, and removed it. Then she yanked Vampirella's head back by her hair, so that the other woman could now press in a red ball-gag with black straps. Once this was secured around her head, she took a lipstick and applied its glossy cherry red hue thickly onto Vampirella's parted lips. Then she picked up a compact with a small brush, and applied a thick layer of eye shadow to her eyelids. She completed the eye make-up with an eye-liner. Finally, she applied mascara thickly on the captive's eye-lashes, before completing the make-up with dabs of rouge on her high cheekbones.

The women now lifted Vampirella onto her feet, and allowed her to look at herself for the first time. The first thought that came to Vampirella's mind was that she looked like a whore. The make-up on her face was much too thick, with the lipstick and eye-shadows being a glossy shade of cherry red. The lining on her eyes were thick black lines, which together with the black mascara, gave her large green eyes a dark gothic look. Her costume, with its strict corset, squeezed in her waist to a degree she would not have thought possible, which in turn accentuated her shapely hips, and her bloated breasts. From waist down, the front of her body was exposed with the exception of the thin red leather strap over her crotch. Her groin looked almost white in contrast to the shiny red of the corset and the glossy black of the boots that reached almost to her crotch.

"Excellent, I think you are now ready to meet our guests." The man said.

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Vampirella could just scream, but the ball-gag in her mouth forced her to remain silent. The man had clipped a leash to Vampirella's clitoris ring, and then led her out of the bath room, with the two women behind her, each wielding a cattle prod to ensure her docility. The captive had a considerable height advantage over those who kept her in bondage, but she had made no attempts at resistance, given the way her arms had been chained and the leash on her clitoris ring. She knew that one wrong move would have very painful results.

Besides, the seven-inch high heel boots with its elevated platform were difficult to walk in, much less to fight in. The sheaths that formed the top had a layer of glossy PVC on the surface, which concealed the thick rubber inner layer. This layer of rubber was much stiffer, and made it difficult for her to bend her legs. It had taken some effort for Vampirella to both maintain her balance and to bend her legs to walk normally. It did not help that as she walked, her over-sized breasts were juggling and bouncing on her chests, bouncing against her ribcage.

The man had brought Vampirella back into the drainage system, and they had walked a short distance to arrive at a door, which led into a large chamber. The chamber was high, being nearly three-storied, with arches lining the sides, betraying its ancient origins. It was also quite long, perhaps extending for fifty meters or so. On the other hand, the width of the chamber was barely half of its length.

The chamber had been decorated with gigantic drop screens on all four sides. Some wild music video was being projected onto the screens from projectors mounted from the ceiling. Loud gothic metal music flooded the cavernous space. On the floor of the chamber, there were two rows of day beds which occupied almost the entire length of the chamber. A large king-sized day-beds was placed at the end of the chamber. All the beds had black glossy latex bed sheets, and most of them were occupied by occupants dressed in rubber or latex.

Strict latex corsets were apparently very popular with these people, for it was much in evidence. Even some of the men were dressed in them. Vampirella had been shocked to see a man wearing a rubber corset with garters holding up fishnet stockings. His face had been beautifully made up and he was wearing a black Midori wig. But he was obviously a man, as he had dome-shaped breasts, and his crotch was uncovered, showing off a huge erect penis with a penis ring at its root.

The man had been lounging on a day-bed, and holding a leash. The leash led to the collar around the neck of a woman. Her head had been encased in a red rubber hood, which left only her eyes and lower jaws exposed. The hood was also fitted with a leather muzzle cage which shielded her mouth. She too was wearing a corset, made of red PVC. The corset had cruel boning that plunged from her ample breasts down to her waist. Her body from her hips down was completely uncovered, except for a pair of high-heeled red PVC boots. Her arms, like Vampirella's, were encased in fingerless gloves, and her wrists were linked together by chains. As Vampirella walked past, the woman parted her ruby red lips and hissed, dropping her jaws to reveal a pair of canine fangs.

Vampirella had realized with a shock that the woman was a vampiress. Besides the give-away of the fanged teeth, there was also the vampiress's unmistakable smell. Glancing up, she could see at least a dozen other vampiresses, easily identifiable, as they were all dressed in red, and they all hissed at her as she walked past. She was not surprise at this, for they could smell her as well as she could smell them, and they knew what she was, if not who she was. In a way, vampires are like pack animals, with very strong senses of territoriality. The intrusion of a new vampiress amongst the pack would not be welcome.

Vampirella had had no choice in the matter of course, as the man led her up to the end of the chamber. She had had to negotiate the few steps up to the platform upon which the king-sized day bed had been placed.

An African woman was lounging on the day-bed. Her body was well built with broad shoulders, although her limbs were slender and long. Unlike the dominant style in the chamber, her hair had not been shaved off, although it was only short blonde fuzz. She was dressed in a glossy black latex dress that sheathed her body from head to toe. The dress incorporated a corset, of course, as well as a high collar which accentuated her swan-like neck. Her two large breasts were exposed before her, their purple nipples proud and dominant in the mounds of dark brown. The front of the skirt of the dress had a long zip running down the entire length, and it was open, to reveal her shaved crotch and her thigh-length black PVC high-heeled boots. In her right hand, she was holding two leashes, which led to the collars on two kneeling vampiresses. One, with long blonde hair, wore only a leather harness that criss-crossed her body and enmeshing her large white breasts. The other, with a beautiful elfin oriental face, was dressed in a sort of leotard with a halter top and high-mandarin collar. Both were tall and slender, and both had leather face cages fitted to their faces by strong leather straps. They had stared hostilely at Vampirella as she approached.

"Well, well, well," the African woman had said with a thin smile on her lips, "So this is the famous Vampirella. I must congratulate you on your achievement. You have captured the ultimate vampiress."

"And I see that you have brought your two latest acquisitions with you." The man said, getting onto the day-bed besides the African woman, but still holding on to Vampirella's leash.

"It is too bad that we have lost two of our colleagues." The African woman had said, although her tone betrayed her indifference to their deaths.

"Their destruction was all the more evidence of this creature's potential." The man had said. He yanked her leash lightly. Vampirella let out an involuntary yelp and fell on her knees before the bed.

"Has she been trained yet?" the African woman had asked, observing Vampirella.

"She is still being broken, but I do prefer my slaves a little wild." The man had said.

At that moment, a woman dressed in a latex maid costume, encased in latex from head to toe, with white PVC apron in front of her body, and a white lacy hat on her head, tottered up to the day bed on her high heels. She had a tray in her gloved hands. She placed the tray on the bed between the African woman and the man, and withdrew. On the tray were two glasses, both filled with a pink milky liquid.

"And this is from her?" the African woman had inquired, picking up one of the glasses, an inquiry to which the man nodded. She took a sip.

"Excellent vintage!" the African woman exclaimed laughing, "I must get enough to take a bath in."

Vampirella had felt a flare of anger within her at this. She had then impudently tried to strike at the woman, although her apparel made it a sluggish movement, easily defeated by a firm tug on the leash linked to her clit ring. Nonetheless, such an act of disobedience must, of course, be punished, and retaliation was not slow in coming.

The African woman had laughed and clapped her hands three times. The man, acting embarrassed, had stood up and yanked her leash to force her onto her feet. He led her down from the platform as something large was rolled onto a spot in front of the stage from the side of the chamber, where it had been kept unobtrusively in an alcove.

The object was a large steel framework of lattice, which formed the outlines of a sphere. In the middle of the framework, a reclining seat was fitted, padded with leather. Vampirella had been led into the framework of chromed steel. She had tried to fight the man, but when several men and women came up to help him. Weak as she was from her captivity and ordeals, and heavily encumbered as she was by her bondage and dress, she was overpowered and placed flat on her back on to the reclining seat. Her legs had been parted and spread over a pair of steel arms extending from below the chair, and the iron shackles on her feet were clipped onto steel snap hooks at the end of the arms. This left her legs bent but spread open before her, as if she was seeing gynecologist. Her arms and wrists were pressed to the side of the reclining chair, which had more snap-hooks fitted. In a short time, the manacles on her elbows and wrists had been secured to the sides of the chair as well.

Then someone grabbed hold of Vampirella's hair. The ball-gag in her mouth was now removed, but immediately replaced by a chrome ring-gag which was inserted between her open her jaws. This ring gag was strapped into place behind her head. Then her head was pushed flat onto the back of the chair, and a broad leather strap drawn across her eyes. This strap was buckled tightly in place, pinning her head onto the chair, and blindfolding her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, help yourselves!" the man had said, thus officially beginning her ordeal.

As she fought against the restraints, Vampirella felt warm hands running up and down her body, feeling her in the most intimate areas, squeezing her breasts and parting her labia lips. Then she felt a presence between her spread legs, and suddenly a hot rod of flesh was plunged into her vagina. She started screaming into her ring gag, but her mouth was immediately filled by another penis.

Much to Vampirella's shame, the moment the penis was inserted into her mouth, she started sucking on it, as if it was the rubber penis that had fed her blood through her captivity. The man had trained her well, for she worked expertly at the man, manipulating his knob with her tongue until, suddenly, he ejaculated into her mouth.

Vampirella did not have time to worry about that as she suddenly felt a weight astride her stomach. A pair of hands took hold of her large breasts, and she felt the heat of another penis, now in her cleavage. The hands pushed her breasts together, clipping the penis, and the man began to ride her breasts, manipulating his penis with her breasts. She had never been breast-fucked before, and to be introduced to this experience in bondage was harrowing.

The penis in Vampirella's vagina ejaculated into her, and was replaced almost immediately by another penis. Then another penis was shoved into her mouth, and she started working on it immediately. She felt the man on her face ejaculate just as the man working on her breasts did the same, spreading warm semen all over her chest. The man at her crotch followed soon.

But if Vampirella thought that this was as bad as it could get, she was wrong. She felt herself being rolled in the sphere until she was tilted to her right. The steel arm to which her left leg was shackled to was now extended up, stretching her left leg up into the sky and back. Before she knew it, a hot rod each was shoved up both her vagina and her anus. She did not know how the men had managed that, given that she was blindfolded, but the sensation of two large penises pounding away at her crotch was staggering. As if this was not enough, yet another penis was shoved into her mouth, and she was forced to work it. As soon as each penis completed its work, another would replace it in all of her three orifices.

And it was not just the men who made use of Vampirella. The women soon joined in. She would feel tongues worm its way into her vagina tract and licking her asshole. She would have crotch seated on her face, forcing her to extend out her tongue to lick the pussy of the crotch, manipulating the clit blindly, before thrusting her tongue into the vagina of the woman sitting on her face. After a while, she added the seeds of a woman to the semen of the men in her mouth.

Vampirella did not know how long the men and women worked on her. It all became a series of penises, pussies and tongues, penetrating into her, ejaculating into her, making use of her mouth, breasts, vagina and anus. The sexual assault on her senses from so many people was becoming too much for her. She resisted valiantly for a long time, but the inevitable occurred. Her mind broke under the strain of so many rapes happening one after another, and she passed out.

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Vampirella woke up in darkness and silence. For a moment she panicked, when she realized that she was in a liquid of some sort. Then she found that a rubber mask was pressed firmly against her face, feeding her air through a hose. The familiar shape of a penis shaped rubber gag was also in her mouth.

As Vampirella became more aware of her environment, she became aware that she was in a foetal position. Her ankles were bound to her thighs by something which felt like chains, and her upper thighs, in turn, were bound to her torso by more chains. Her arms had been pulled behind her, and her wrists chained together.

The liquid that Vampirella was in seemed was thick and offered some resistance to her movement, almost as if she was in a gel of some sort. The liquid was also dense enough to hold her suspended in its midst. It was only by a deliberate rocking of her body that she could propel herself to the side of the container she was in.

It was not a big container, just big enough to hold Vampirella suspended in it without her body touching any parts of it. The absence of light made it impossible for her to discern the shape of the container. When she hit the side, she heard the sound of the chains around her legs striking the side, producing a distinctly metallic sound.

A moment after Vampirella had made the sound, two powerful sources of vibration came from her crotch. As usual, her captors had not neglected to plug both her lower tracts, and she shuddered at the powerful forces coursing through her. Vampirella was thus left in this sensory-deprived environment, with only the irregular periods of vibrations form the dildo and plug inside her to keep her company. And, as was the practice, the stimulation of her sexual organs was accompanied invariably by her feeding.

But what was not usual was that the new condition that Vampirella had been placed in was not as debilitating as her imprisonment in the chamber of the rat or the milking iron maiden. Instead, as time passed, Vampirella felt as if she was actually becoming stronger. With each successive feeding, she felt more and more like old self, with her strength returning. Perhaps it was because the blood that they fed her with was not pig's blood or some other substitute. It was also not even human blood, but something much potent - vampire blood.

It reached a stage in which Vampirella felt more powerful than she had ever felt before. She began to struggle with her bondage. She struggled and pulled at the chains. For a time, the chains held her firmly, but she could feel herself becoming stronger.

Then, after a feeding session in which she was fed vampire blood mixed with something unknown, Vampirella could feel herself changing. Her body was burning inside with trapped energy. She had felt like this before, when she had gorged on demon and vampire blood. She could feel her body changing, transforming itself. Something seemed to be tearing its way out from her back, and she knew, she felt, her wings growing behind her until they were squeezed between her back and the shell she was in. She could feel her limbs becoming longer and stronger.

Vampirella felt power pour through her limbs, and she pulled mightily at the chains holding her. For a moment, they held her still, then the weaker links began to give way, until she snapped the chains apart. She was free! She extended her body in the liquid until she came up against the shell of the container. She could feel the shape better now. It was tapered towards the top, and had a broad bottom. Turning her body to brace her back against the wall of the shell, she struck out with her feet against the shell.

The wall of the shell shattered from the blow, and the viscous liquid began to drain out of the hole. She gripped the rubber hoses connecting the rubber mask on her face to the top of the shell and pulled it off her face, taking in fresh air. The rubber straps holding the mask to her face snapped and came free. She reached down, and pulled at the tubes connecting the dildo and plug within her to the floor of the container. The tubes came free, but the dildo and plug, locked within her by a metallic chastity belt, would not budge.

Ignoring them for the moment, Vampirella pounded the rest of the shell with her bare hands until she knocked more holes in them. In moments, she had smashed a hole large enough for her squeeze through. She squeezed through the hole she had made and crawled out of the container. She found herself perched on the egg-shaped container that she had been placed in. The container was suspended in a large and dark space by a metal tube to a ceiling far above her. It took her a while to recognize her surrounding. She was in yet another of the large chambers in the drainage system, but this chamber was huge, with the mouths of pipes puncturing the walls all along its height. Water was pouring from many of them, cascading down like waterfalls into a pool far below her.

Vampirella looked down at herself and saw that she was completely naked with the exception of the chastity belt around her groin, locked shut by a heavy padlock. She was glad to see that her breasts had returned to their normal sizes, instead of the swollen mounds that they had been. But while her breasts had returned to their normal sizes, she found that her limbs seemed to have become longer and stronger. Her fingers and toes seemed to have been similarly extended, with her nails hardened to become talons. She had been first assumed this savage form more than a decade ago when she had been in Paris, when she had confronted Dracula. She had been most powerful and deadly in this form, and yet it was not easy for her to mutate into this form. It seemed only to happen when she was well fed on blood and was in great danger. She did not fully understand the process herself

Vampirella launched herself into the air. Her wings flapped and supported her as she flew through the chamber until she came to the mouth of a tunnel. She found that it was closed by a gate made of heavy iron bars. They would not budge even with her strength. She flew to the next mouth, and then the next. It was not long before she understood with growing frustration that she was still a prisoner, with all the possible exits shut.

"I see that our little bird has hatched." Said a voice which echoed through the chamber. It took a while for Vampirella to locate where the voice was coming from. At last, she looked down, and saw her captor standing on a ledge just above the pool at the bottom of the chamber. The African woman stood beside him, with the oriental vampiress squatting next to her, connected to her hand by a leash. Unlike the last time she saw her, the oriental vampiress was completely naked, except for a chastity belt around her groin, much like hers, and a metallic posture collar covering her entire throat. Her leather face cage had been removed, allowing Vampirella to see her face. Unlike the first time that she saw her, the vampiress's face was almost animal like with completely black eyes and pointed ears. These had by no means spoil the oriental vampiress's beauty, but seemed to have enhanced it with a wild power.

As Vampirella watched, the African woman removed the leash from the vampiress's collar, and she stood up, launching herself into the air. She hurtled towards Vampirella and before she could react, had smashed into her bodily. For a moment, Vampirella had the wind knocked out of her, and she began to fall towards the pool, but she recovered in time and caught the air with her wings.

She turned, just in time to see the oriental vampiress diving down at her. She was prepared this time, and twisted out of the way just at the right moment, allowing the oriental vampiress to drop pass her. Then she folded her wings, and dropped down after the other vampiress. She caught her feet, held them together with her hands, and extended her wings, braking the fall of both of them. Then she twisted her body around, and hurled the surprised vampiress towards a near-by chamber wall.

The oriental vampiress smashed into the wall and dropped down, but she managed to recover just before she hit the water, and swooped back up. Vampirella flapped her wings and flew higher up towards the ceiling of the chamber to gain the height advantage. She turned, and dived towards her opponent, but she misjudged her drop and missed. As she went past, she felt a pain rip through her right flank. She looked down to see three deep and long cuts there left by the sharp claws of the vampiress. She twisted around just in time to fend off another attack by the vampiress, and left her own mark with her left hand. Both vampiresses twisted away from one another and watched each other warily.

"Attack!" the African woman screamed from below.

The oriental vampiress hesitated just a moment before launching herself at Vampirella. The hesitation was a mistake, for Vampirella had gauged her intentions and her direction of attack as it came. She allowed herself to drop a little and allow the oriental vampiress to fly past above her, reach up, and grabbed her torso. Then her long legs were around the other vampiress's trim waist. Scissoring her legs together, she crushed the waist of the oriental vampiress between her legs. An unearthly scream came from the mouth of the vampiress. She struggled to free herself, thrashing her arms wildly, but Vampirella had her in a death-like grip, holding her arms tightly around her arms and body, adding more leverage to the grip of her legs.

It did not take long for the oriental vampiress to pass out and drop into the water below. She plunged into the pool, and resurfaced face up, unconscious.

Vampirella swooped up into the air and let out a blood curling victory screech. Then she twisted around and swooped towards the man and the African woman below, intent on having her revenge. The pair made no move to duck, and just as Vampirella was almost upon them, she felt a powerful shock surge through her body from the chastity belt she wore. She let out a primordial scream of pain just as her opponent had done, before dropping into the pool of water, unconscious.

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Vampirella regained consciousness in a stone-lined chamber, she found herself lying on her side, once again clapped in irons. This time, she had been placed in heavy iron yoke that trapped her neck in a heavy collar, which stretched out about a foot on either side of her to encircle her wrists as well. The two halves of the yoke were locked together by heavy padlocks. Pulling herself into a sitting position with great difficulty, she found that her ankles were secured about two feet apart from one another in another yoke made of iron, also secured at the ends with heavy padlocks. An eyebolt formed part of the front of the collar around her neck, and a heavy chain was connected to it. The other end of the chain was secured to an iron staple on the stone wall behind her by a giant snap-hook.

That was not the only bondage that had been placed on her. Her mouth was closed around a rubber padded iron knob that was held in place by a band of iron around her head, encircling her jaws. This band of iron was held up by another band that framed her beautiful face, circling her head from the crown to the chin. As she moved her head, she could feel a small padlock dangling over her left cheek, securing the contraption, called a brank by medieval torturers, to her head.

Examining herself, Vampirella found that she was completely nude. Even the chastity belt had been removed from her crotch. She had also reverted back to her normal form from the animalistic one. Indeed, she felt very lethargic and weak, almost as if she had been drugged.

Vampirella heard a moan, and looked up. She saw that she was not alone in the chamber, and that there was another prisoner. She saw that it was the oriental vampiress that she had fought with earlier. Her bondage was even more severe than Vampirella's. Her wrists and ankles were all shackled and chained together into a cruel hog-tie. She was suspended by her small breasts, which were gripped by a pair of iron claws. The ends of these claws were connected together in a hook, which in turn was held up by the chain from the ceiling, suspending her by only her breasts. To add to her torment, a cannon ball had been attached to the chain hog-tying her, dragging her limbs downwards and arching her body at a severe angle. It was evident that the bondage was causing her excruciating pain, for her breasts had turned purple.

The pair of vampiresses waiting in the dungeon for a long time before the steel door to their chamber was opened and the man walked in. He went first to the suspended vampiress.

"That is what you get for losing a fight." The man said to the oriental vampiress, "Your mistress was most displeased with you and asked me to punish you severely."

The man turned to Vampirella and looked down on her.

"And you, you were wonderful. The best 'bird' that we've seen so far. I knew you would not disappoint me, but we would have to do something about your lack of obedience."

The man unhooked the chain connected to Vampirella's collar from the wall, and used it as a leash to force her onto her feet. She stood as well as she could. The man then tugged the chain, forcing her to follow him as he passed through the door to the chamber. With her ankles bound apart, Vampirella could manage nothing more than an obscene waddle as she desperately tried to keep up with the man.

Fortunately for Vampirella, she did not have far to go. The room from which the man had come from was very different from the stone-lined chamber she was in. Its floors and walls were neatly tiled with in white ceramic, and the ceiling was painted white. The room was brightly lit by fluorescent light.

Two women were waiting in the room. They were dressed from head to toe in white glossy latex. On their bodies, they wore a white latex mini-dress, the hem of which was so short that they barely covered their buttocks. Over their left breast, the dresses had a red cross printed on the latex. Their long legs were covered in white latex stockings, which were helped up by metal clips at the ends of rubber garters running down their thighs. Arm-length white latex gloves clad each of their arms up to the short sleeves of their dress. Their heads were completely covered with white latex hoods that left only two tiny holes for their nostrils. Even their eyes were covered behind silvery reflective lenses on the hood. As they walked to greet the man, their white high heels clicked on the tiled floors.

One of the women took the chain from the man, and led Vampirella over to a low metallic platform. She encountered no resistance as she pushed Vampirella onto the platform. There were two chromed heavy duty snap hooks on the surface of the platform, about two feet apart. Further forward, there was a pair of chromed steel poles that rose from the platform about two feet apart, each about two feet high, with heavy duty snap hooks at their tips. With Vampirella kneeling on the platform, these hooks snapped neatly onto the shanks of the padlocks securing the yoke around her ankles. When she was bent forward, the snap hooks on the tip of the poles caught the shanks of the padlocks on the ends of the yoke binding her neck and wrists, and held her securely onto the poles. Vampirella was now placed in a kneeling position, bent forward, her crotch completely exposed to the rear.

Her captors let Vampirella struggle on the platform for a while. As with all her bondage so far, this one was equally strong and held her firmly. When she discovered the futility of fighting the iron binding her, she stopped.

At this point, one of the nurses took up an object from a cart near her and walked over to Vampirella and showed it to her. At first glance, it resembled a gigantic scorpion made of iron. It had a long thin body with an articulated hip, from which a tail extended down to bend forward, ending with a triangular tip. There were two holes on the tail, just before it swept upwards.

From the body, three iron legs spread from each side, to bend forward. At the top of the body, two arms spread round and up, to end with claws. There were turning keys on the ends of the tail, the legs, the arms, and the claws, the nurse spread open the device, and went up to her. She fitted the object over Vampirella's body, with the body aligned to her spine. Turning the keys at the end of the legs, she closed the legs around Vampirella's trim waist, allowing them to grip her flanks tightly. Then, she turned the key at the tail, and the tail moved down and forward to cover her crotch, with the triangle end just covering her pubic region. The tail, too, gripped her body tightly.

Finally, the nurse turned the keys at the ends of the arms, and they swept forward round the sides of her body to the front until the claws at the tips of the arms were encircled around her hanging breasts. When the arms had gripped her rib cage, the nurse bent down, and turned the key at the end of the right set of claws. The claws begin to close around her right breast, with two claws encircling from the bottom of her breasts, and a single claw encircling from the top of her breast. As the iron claws gripped the mound of flesh, Vampirella gasped in discomfort at the sensation. Ignoring her, the nurse went over to her left and tightened the left set of claws tightly over her left breast. When this was complete, the nurse stood up, and withdrew the keys from their sockets, and dropped them into a metal dish. Without the keys, the device could not be opened to release Vampirella from its grip.

The second nurse now approached Vampirella. She had two objects in her hands, and she showed them to Vampirella. It was yet another set of dildo and plug. Both were made from iron. The dildo had ridges riding in waves all round its surface, as did the plug. The dildo was unremarkable enough in this respect, but the plug looked all too familiar. It was of the same kind as the pear that had been put in her in the chamber of the rats. The first nurse came back into view now, holding a large remote control device in her hand. She pressed a button, and the plug instantly spread itself apart into three petals, and a set of four blades snapped up into position. The implication of what her captors would do in the event of her disobedience was all too clear.

The nurses disappeared from view. Vampirella felt something wet placed on her anus and her vulva lips, which were still accessible through the two holes in the tail. When her two holes had been suitably lubricated, she felt the iron intruders enter her, both at the same time. They were pushed hard into her, without giving her body time to adjust to their girth. Vampirella gasped out in pain into her gag as they were rammed home. When they had been inserted all the way into her, the nurses then turned the two objects to screw them into place, producing even more grunts from the prisoner.

When they were done, the nurses released Vampirella from the metal platform, and allowed her to stand unsteadily onto her feet. The scorpion gripping her body felt heavy at first, and its grip around her body uncomfortably tight. Her breasts, in particular, felt as if they were in the grips of powerful jaws.

The man took the remote control that the nurse had been holding and pressed a second button on the remote control. Instantly, the legs of the scorpion dug into her flesh on her flanks. Their sharp tips pierced the skin and blood appeared. The tail of the scorpion also curled up, pushing the dildos deeper into her. But the most excruciating pain came from the claws around her breasts, which gripped them in an iron embrace, which caused her to scream in pain into her gag and fall on her knees. The man laughed as her face betrayed her angst. The man pressed the button again, and the painful grip of the scorpion around her torso relaxed its grip.

"This is a training frame. We found this to be much more useful than a shock collar or choke chain when it comes to training vampiresses." The man said, as he pulled on the leash of chain connected to the yoke around her throat. She struggled up to stand unsteadily on her feet with her legs apart. The man pulled on the chain, and Vampirella had to waddle after him as he left the white-tiled room via a doorway. The man led Vampirella down an ugly concrete-lined corridor that opened into a high chamber, very much like the one that contained the iron maidens.

But instead of iron pods, this chamber contained about a dozen iron cages shaped like eggs, hung in clusters from the roof of the chamber. Most of the cages were contained with vampiresses. The cages were too small for them to stand in, and they were curled up in foetal positions. They were all in their half-animal state, with full-grown wings, powerful elongated limbs, and animal like faces.

"This is my 'farm'." The man said as he led Vampirella to the middle of the room, "I keep my fighting 'birds' here. I train them in the chamber where you defeated my rival's 'bird'. I only use the best vampiresses for this purpose. For those who did not make it, I use them as cows. This is the fate that awaits you Vampirella. You will be my 'bird'. Perhaps my best ever. But for some reason you should fail me, you will become a cow.

"In a sense, then, you have a choice. You can either serve me well and live the relatively dignified life of a 'bird', or continue to defy me, in which case your punishment will be an eternal confinement in an iron maiden, being milked like a cow.

"What do you choose?" the man asked, turning to Vampirella. The raven-haired vampiress did not dare to meet his eyes. She knew that she did not want to become a cow, trapped in an iron pod, to be exploited as nothing more than a lactating machine. She had to choose obedience to the man, to please him, to be a good slave to him.

With that realization, Vampirella hung her head down, and an involuntarily tear well out of the corner of her right eye. She had been completely defeated and broken.

The man smiled in triumph.

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The audience in the 'arena' cheered as the other vampiress tumbled down into the pool below, leaving only Vampirella still in the air, held up by with her large leathery wings flapping on her back, between her shoulder blades.

The 'arena' was nothing more than one of the large chambers in the drainage system of the city. The audiences were the elites from all over the world, dressed in latex fetish costumes, viewing the matches within the chamber through heavy iron grilles covering the balconies on which they stood. Each of them had paid astronomical sums of money to become members of the club that pitted vampiresses against one another in aerial matches. It was immensely profitable for the owners of the vampiresses, especially the one with the winners. At that moment, that person was Vampirella's captor, who was standing next to the mouth of the drain from which Vampirella had been launched.

Vampirella was dressed in her fight costume of black latex. She wore crotch-high black PVC boots with buckles that extended from her ankles up to the top of the boots. The boots had nine-inch high heels, which made walking in them well-nigh impossible. But the raven-haired vampiress did not need to walk, for most of the fighting was done in the air. Indeed, the boots were aerial weapons, with sharp pointed iron tipped toes that could stab or scratch. A pair of iron shackles ringed her ankles.

On Vampirella's arms, she was wearing a pair of thick latex gloves that held her hands in fists. The gloves extended up to her arm pits, and were secured by a series of buckles from the wrists to the top of the gloves. Claws of iron had been skillfully attached to the gloves, secured to her wrists, to allow her to slash her opponents. Like her ankles, a set of iron shackles encircled her wrists.

A thick rubber hood covered Vampirella's face entirely, leaving only her eyes and her jaws visible. The front of the hood extended forward, well past her nose, to form into the shape of a beak. The moulded rubber on top of the hook swept back from the crown of her head, extended up like stylistic feathers. A thick rubber bit attached to the hood by iron rings passed between her jaws, gagging her and ensuring her obedience to the only rule of the fight: no biting. To accentuate the resemblance of her head to that of a bird's, her hair had been pulled back into a strict pony tail behind her head, and allowed to pour out from underneath the crown of the hood in a stream of raven black.

The hood was attached to a posture collar around Vampirella's neck that swept down from her chin to cover her shoulders. The collar was made of thick rubber, reinforced by steel bones. The top of the collar had a tongue that curved up under her chin. The whole set-up was to reinforce the bit-gag to prevent her from biting, and also to protect her neck against an attack.

Other than these bits of costumes, Vampirella's body was only protected by the iron scorpion that girded her torso. It was not only a device for ensuring obedience, but also a sort of skeletal armor that protects her from the worst slashes. Other than these pieces of protection, virtually every part of Vampirella's body was naked and vulnerable to attack, as the bleeding wounds on her body showed. Slash marks covered her body from the attacks of her defeated opponent. Given that she was a vampiress, they would heal in time and not leave any scars.

With the cheer of the crowd ringing in her ears, Vampirella swoop up towards the mouth of the drain where her master was standing. She landed gracefully on the lip of the drain, and folded her wings behind her. She knelt down in front of her master, as she had been trained to do. He placed a hand on her head, and cooed, "Well done my slave, well done."

Vampirella purred with pleasure at the praise through her gag. Behind the man, two women clad from head to toe in glossy black latex pushed an iron cart into view. The cart rested on four rubber wheels, and had a heavy iron arm that curved from its steel bottom to about a height of two metres, suspending an iron cage over the centre of the cart.

The iron cage was shaped like an egg, and it was hinged in the middle at the back. The cage was open like the jaws of a Pac-man. There was an iron bracket fitted vertically across the bottom half of the cage. Towards the back of the bracket were two metallic disks with steel spring-loaded teeth along its circumference, facing inwards. The disks were arranged one after the other.

"Time to return to you cage, my little pet."

Vampirella stood up and sauntered over to the cage. She turned around, and backed into it carefully so that the folded wings behind her would fit neatly into the cage. As she raised her butt, a pair of knobs could be seen on the iron tail covering her crotch. These were the ends of the dildo and plug that had been inserted into her. As she backed onto the iron bracket across the bottom half of the cage, slots in the knobs engaged and clicked into the teeth of the metallic disks, holding her crotch securing onto the iron bracket.

Next, Vampirella folded her legs, and tucked them into the lower half of the cage, on either side of the bracket. She pushed the iron shackles on her ankles against a pair of snap hooks attached to side of the iron cage. With solid clicks, the shackles were secured into them.

Finally, Vampirella raised her arms upwards to the top half of the cage, where another pair of snap hooks were attached. Pushing her shackles against the snap hooks, the hooks opened to accept the eyebolts on the shackles, snapping over them to secure the shackles in place.

The two latex clad women who had pushed the cage now came forward. One of the women reached forward and detached one of the rings holding Vampirella's bit gag to her hood, and pulled out the saliva soaked rubber bit from between her jaws. Detaching the other ring, she removed the gag away from the vampiress's mouth. The other woman stepped forward, and fished a rubber cup from within the cage. She raised it to Vampirella's mouth. It had a penis-shaped knob in its centre, which the raven-haired slave opened her mouth willingly to accept.

Once the rubber knob had been inserted into Vampirella's mouth, two small snap-hooks on the sides of the rubber cup were attached to D-rings on the sides of the beaked helmet that she wore. The rubber cup had a rubber tube that came out of the front of the vampiress's mouth, and snaked up to the top of the cage, where it disappeared through a hole.

Once the rubber cup had been secured around Vampirella's jaws, the women stepped back, and one of them pressed a button on the side of the arm supporting the cage. Slowly, the two halves of the cage began to come together until with a loud click, the latch on the front of the cage slipped into place, locking the two halves together, and encasing the shackled vampiress.

Almost immediately, a moan escaped from Vampirella's gagged mouth as the dildo and plug within her came to live, energized electicity passing through the metal disks on the iron bracket. The disks did not just drive the dildo and plug, however. Even as the two iron monsters within her started vibrating, the iron claws gripping breasts began to knead her breasts, squeezing and releasing them gently. A short moment later, blood began to flow through the tube feeding her.

As the women turned the cage around and began to push Vampirella deeper into the tunnel, the vampiress sighed audibly as the first orgasm hit her.

Vampirella was content.

~ THE END ~