Helena's Turning

Part 9

When Helena awoke, Cabud was beside her bed and looking at her. Gently, but irresistibly, he commanded her to lie where she was. Helena did not have any wish to move yet, but it could become awkward if he did not release her from the order later. He had things he wished to say, he told her, and wanted her undivided attention.

"I know what you dreamed last night. Despite my order that you should not know my name until you had won your freedom from me, yet it has been revealed to you. And as you have already guessed in your mind, for I see it there, yes: Cabudith is but the feminine form of Cabud. The word is a title in a language older than any written tongue, and long forgotten in an age before I was born - except by the vampires. The word is best translated as "ruler" or "master". The female vampire in your dream was the one who turned me, and whom I therefore had to call Cabudith. One day, you will yourself be a Cabudith, that much is clear to me.

"Well do I remember that day of which you dreamed: it was the first of many adventures into daylight that my Cabudith and I devised, and took place as evening was drawing close. Even so, the sunburn itched for days afterwards. But I think the girl tasted the sweeter for the work that had to go into catching her. I was the creature who originally split her from her fellows, and Cabudith chased her while I sprinted on ahead to the clearing, where she would be given that brief hope and respite that would make her final fear and despair so much more delicious.

"I do not know why you dreamed of her, but it is obvious that I must watch your development carefully. By the way, I am no longer Samink. I took a more modern name centuries ago, and now go by Samuel. It is never shortened to Sam, however that may be the current trend. I hope that you will remember your place, however."

"Yes, my Lord Cabud," intoned Helena from the pillow.

"Good girl. Now, your lessons must continue. Come with me."

Helena rose to her feet in a single flowing motion, and as Samuel, Lord Cabud, started walking she fell in behind him as he led her once more through the great building where he resided. She ignored her nakedness, for Lord Cabud would have instructed her to wear something if his plans required it, and the cool air flowing past her skin was pleasant as a contrast to the warm comfort of the bed from which she had just arisen. They climbed higher in the building, whose external nature Helena still did not know, and then followed another corridor that seemed to Helena to be at right angles to the ones that she had used before. Then the corridor turned sharply to the left and Helena could see that she was many storeys above the ground, looking out across the city below. She could see that the windows faced west, for the hills on the horizon were distinctive. Behind those hills, the sky was deep red, fading through to the deep blue-black of night. At first, Helena started at the sight, for it seemed that she was now faced with the sun, but without anything to protect her skin from its fire. But the sun was below the horizon and sinking further from view, as its position in the west gave testimony.

Cabud did not pause, so Helena had to follow him still. He spoke, though.

"I have brought you this route so that you may see how impotent the sun really is: as you see, he dies away always and leaves us free to act without hindrance. And now even his old limiting of our lives is finally driven back: the inventions of modern men that satisfy their craving to bathe in the heat of the sun have freed us forever of his tyranny of the day!" He had not stopped walking, so when he finished he and Helena were already turning back into the building and away from the panoramic view. Helena decided that the building was probably some form of office block, at least from the outside, because of the windows and how they had looked. This corridor certainly had the look of a modern workplace, although she had seen all manner of interior designs during her stay in Cabud's domain. It probably didn't mean anything.

There were more stairs leading upwards, and finally a room where the next stage of Helena's development would take place. It was not large, and brightly lit with white walls. At one end was a bank of soundproofed windows, on the other side of which was some sort of control room as though this was a sound studio or something similar. A metal strip ran across the centre of the room from one side to the other, parallel to the windows. A circle was drawn in red around the central point of the room, with the colour going over the metal. Helena could also make out that a very narrow groove ran down the centre of the red line, effectively making the circle's inner into a separate part of the floor. The meaning was not obvious to her, although she imagined that the circle was some sort of pressure-pad that was activated by the controls that ran underneath the metal plates (which presumably lifted up for maintenance purposes).

Having drawn these conclusions, she was not surprised when Cabud Samuel told her to stand in the circle. She did so, and a whirring from the ceiling caused her to look up. A rope was descending from a hatch that had opened, at the end of which was a sturdy pair of handcuffs. Soon the handcuffs were hanging directly in front of Helena's chest. She looked at Cabud pleadingly, but his look and the tacit instruction from his mental power over her was unshakable. She put the handcuffs on herself and waited.

Cabud opened a panel in the metal strip, but it was not a maintenance hatch. From it he drew forth from a reel a long piece of bare copper wire that made perfect contact with the metal strip once the panel was closed again. This he tied around Helena's ankle, and at last the nature of the room and the purpose of the various items that she had observed became clear to Helena. She struggled against the handcuffs, but she could not move out of the circle: Cabud had ordered her to stand there, and so she must. Cabud himself left by the door where they had entered and before long he appeared at the control panel in the window. Helena saw that she had been positioned by him to face towards him there.

"Please, no!" she begged, knowing that he couldn't hear her, but he would surely see her lips move and read their meaning?

Cabud flicked a switch and hidden speakers transferred his voice into the chamber, "This is one of the parts that I enjoy most, and I like to make it last a long time. I even video record it now that such technology has been invented, and that is why the room is so brightly lit. This is where you start to learn about the things that can still hurt and harm a vampire, even with our incredibly adaptive bodies. As you have already guessed, we are starting with electricity. A new devilry to be sure, at least as used by men, but vampires have been killed by being struck by lightning before now! Of course, I can also use this method to punish you for displeasing me. But for now, let the lesson commence!"

Helena found that the first step was to hoist her into the air by her arms as he had done on her first night in the castle (whatever the outside looked like, this was a modern-day castle and there was no other way that she could think of it). The winch that had lowered the rope now raised it again until Helena had to stretch her toes to the limit just to keep touch with the floor. In her panicked state of mind, Helena did not think about whether it was worth doing or not. In fact it made no difference, because the copper wire maintained the circuit and had plenty of play so that it would not snag or break if the victim kicked and struggled under the influence of the current. Helena was now looking upwards, her head pressed back by the pressure of her arms, when she had a sudden flash of hope: the rope was pure hemp. It had no metal filaments in it that she could see, so how could electricity be delivered to her body? Perhaps this was all just an elaborate ploy to play on her fears.

Then more panels opened in the ceiling, and the hope was dashed. From them descended robotic arms that were clearly operated by a set of joysticks in the control room, out of sight of the dangling victim. There were six of them in total, three in front and three behind Helena.

Cabud's voice broke the tense silence, "I have adapted this facility as technology has allowed; the basic form that you see now has been in place for something like thirty years, in which time half a dozen new vampires have been where you are now, as well as countless men and women who have offended me – or were the family members of people who had done so. Now it is your turn."

The arm to Helena's front left came to life under Cabud's control. He guided the electrical terminal with practised skill towards Helena's left breast. The head of the arm opened and a sharp-pointed shape was revealed. That in turn opened out to provide a small dish whose purpose was obvious: to cup around the breast of the unfortunate woman who happened to be the object of Cabud's ministrations. The dish docked with Helena's chest with no difficulty, and then the full horror of the torturer's imagination was revealed. The dish began to close once more, clamping tightly onto the bosom of its victim. But that was not all that happened: as it did so, a spike in the centre of the dish began to extend. The skill of Cabud was revealed in its diabolical detail, for the spike was placed directly over Helena's nipple, and drove deeper and deeper against her, but not quite drawing blood by the time that the mechanism driving the spike and the tightening cup ceased its operation. Swiftly, Cabud changed his controls and the front-right arm repeated the procedure so that Helena was now held firmly by her bosom by metal cups like clamps, and with her nipples painfully depressed by the metal spikes.

It felt like a firecracker going off in her chest. She twitched violently as the surge of electricity zapped into her. She screamed, with a force that seemed as though she was trying to alleviate the impact of the electricity by passing that violence into her voice. It wasn't until a couple of seconds had passed, that she realised that it had only been her right breast that had been zapped. She realised, in fact, just slightly before the point was demonstrated more graphically by her left breast being treated to a similar explosion of pain. The terminals at the ends of the different robotic arms were independently triggered.

Another fact escaped her notice in her confused state following the two electric shocks. This was that the robotic arms had moved with her as she swung, so that she could not, accidentally or deliberately, jerk free from the dishes on her breasts. Cabud had had over three decades to discover every flaw and correct them before Helena became his latest torture subject.

Then Cabud beat out a syncopated rhythm on Helena's bosom, the beat too quick for her to scream every time the current flowed, so that her cries simply formed a second rhythm in counterpoint to that of the buzzing electricity. She swung wildly, her legs jerking of their own accord as she tried to pull herself away from the shocks but always came swinging back so that she was in a crazy oscillation, twisting as well as swinging. Cabud kept up the barrage for over a minute, by which time Helena was sweating profusely and had no more breath to scream.

When her macabre dance of pain subsided, Helena heard through her jangled senses Cabud announcing that this had been a demonstration of a mild setting for the apparatus. She could not imagine pain more severe than what she had just endured, but she believed without a doubt when Cabud told her that the maximum setting would kill her easily.

Behind Helena, where she could not see, two more robotic arms descended from the ceiling, both of them armed with long spikes as their electrodes. These Cabud guided until they nestled in Helena's armpits, then eased them forwards so that the spikes rested on either side of the still-trapped breasts. He then brought them in slightly so that they touched gently against Helena's skin. She started, and tried to look down to where she could feel the cold metal touching her, but to no avail.

Both of the new electrodes were triggered at once, but this time there was no swaying, no possibility of the reflex jerk away, because she was assaulted from both sides and had no way of escaping the ravages. All Helena could do was scream once more, though the sound now was not the simple cry of pain, no mere extreme gasp from an impact, but mingled into that was the wail of a helpless, trapped female pleading for mercy. Helena knew that there would be none, but the pain drew the sound from her heart anyway. This time, the electrodes stayed live for several seconds before the agony ceased, Helena feeling blinded by the assault. There was a pause, then it started again and Helena fought hard to control the urge to scream again, determined not to beg for something that she knew she could not have. Instead, her mouth hung open soundlessly as she panted desperately to counter the convulsions that ran through her ribs. This time, the electrodes did not rest in one place but slowly slid down Helena's sides, past her chest and moving gently inwards to her waist, where the spasms briefly seemed to be winning over the force of the electrodes holding her in place. Her hips were swinging from side to side, as though trying to shrug off the painful implements, but even though Helena was now swaying once more, it was not a quick oscillation and the latest technology made it easy for the robotic arms to maintain contact as the electrodes continued down until they rested firmly against Helena's thighs, where the motors of the arms now exerted a relentless pressure that forced Helena's legs together. Then the pain stopped.

The spikes moved away from Helena's sides and the cups released her breasts, leaving her hanging in a perfectly straight line from her wrists to her toes. She waited, drawing breath, recovering from the effects of the power that had used her body as a conduit from live to earth. The arms withdrew to passive positions away from Helena. Maybe that was it. Maybe Cabud had done all that he wished to do to her. But that was unlikely, for as Helena knew, he was a sadist and he had promised her that this would last a lot longer than necessary. Still Helena waited, dangling by her wrists from the ceiling.

A fifth robotic arm descended from its panel in the ceiling, this one directly in front of Helena, and she felt a tremor of utter horror run through her and, with a deep sense of shame, she once more lost control of her bladder as she had done when Cabud whipped her on her first night as his slave.

The source of Helena's terror was the shape of the electrode, which was a giant dildo that seemed to her to measure 18 inches or more in length, ad was proportionally thick. The prospect of being raped by a robotic electrode was too much for her to contemplate, with the unfortunate biological response. The pee ran down both her legs to pool on the floor panel beneath her feet, and tears of shear humiliation ran down her cheeks. Adding to her sense of degradation was the fact that she could feel her pussy making itself wet. It didn't matter that it was simply a protective measure to ease the imminent passage of a foreign invader, the implication was that she was turned-on by the prospect, even though she had wet herself in fear at the same time. All of this, she just knew that Cabud could see, and maybe read in her mind, and that was just the final topping to the maelstrom of shame that filled Helena at that moment.

The piss just kept on flowing, more and more as Helena's bladder emptied itself completely, leaving broad patches of urine-soaked skin down Helena's thighs. She had not realised just how full it had been until the floodgates were opened by shock and fear.

Even as the flow finally reduced to a trickle and then stopped, the head of the diabolical device bumped against her soft entrance. Helena knew that she was becoming wet down there, but even so the girth of the thing was great, and she was not willing, so at first it simply pushed her backwards rather than gaining access to her secret tunnel. Then Helena felt cold metal stripes against her buttocks and knew that the spikes that had stroked her sides were now laid across her behind to force her body onto the horrific steel cock that was driving its way into her body from the fore.

The pressure was relentless, and Helena felt her pussy-lips parting for the head of the electrode and already being stretched apart. She could not help herself, but tried to spread her legs wider to relieve the painful advance. Further and further apart she forced her thighs, giving the robotic arm the best possible access to her, because she was sure that she would be torn apart if she did not. She tried to relax her inner muscles also, but the horror of her situation made it hard to will her body to release its tension so easily. On and on the evil mechanism thrust. Every time she thought that she could not possibly take any more, it would prove her wrong and force a further quarter-inch inside. Finally, when Helena was sure that she would die from the effects of the penetration, let alone the electricity, the motors ceased and she came to a rest, part of her weight now borne by the metal cock itself.

Helena tried to brace herself for the shock, but nothing could have prepared her for the agony that blazed in her womb and through her abdomen. She howled, her arms managing to lift her several inches as her elbows flexed almost involuntarily. Her bowels opened and her faeces joined her urine on the floor. The shock lasted only a second or two, but it might as well have been an eternity in Helena's mind. Then the bars across her backside went live, delivering another angle of attack. Helena's muscles jerked her forwards, away from the shock, but that only thrust her even harder upon the massive dildo in front. As she did so, the dildo shocked her again, though less severely than the first time. That drove her back, and of course the bars were still live causing her to jerk forwards once more. Once more, at the moment of deepest penetration, Cabud triggered the dildo's current.

Impossibly stretched, Helena could take no pleasure from the action, but the electricity was driving her into a hideous simulation of wildly fucking the robotic arm. She was giving yelps of pain all the time, which only added to the effect, suggesting that she was enjoying it immensely rather than in the throes of terrible agony. The motion went on and on, Helena no more able to stop herself after minutes had passed than she had been at the start, for the muscle movements were reflexes that she could not prevent. She lost all sense of time or place, and became in her mind just an object composed of sheer, pulsing pain. Nothing could save her, nothing existed except the metal in her pussy and the metal on her arse, and the shocks that they gave her over and over again, in rapid succession.

Eventually, Cabud tired of the spectacle and allowed Helena to come to rest once more with the facsimile of manhood buried within her, and the spikes resting flat across her behind. Now, he caused one of the cups that had held Helena's tits in place to fold itself once more into a bud. This he directed squarely towards Helena's mouth, and though Helena fought it, it could not be denied access. Scraping her teeth along it as it forced her jaw and lips as wide as they would go, it advanced until Helena could feel its tip resting on the back of her throat.

Helena was already past caring. The electric fucking that she had been forced to endure had driven all the fight, all the emotion and all the awareness from her. Perhaps she would have been able to resist the mouth-electrode more effectively otherwise. Once it was in, she relaxed. Her lips closed upon the shape and she simply relaxed. The electric shock was no surprise when it came, the new variety of painful stimulus adding only an awareness that such was possible, but no longer penetrating the broken will that resided in Helena.

Cabud continued to shock her in many varied ways and places, but the rest of the session was but a blur to Helena, who had passed into a trancelike state beyond sensation, where she was aware of what was happening to her body but isolated from it by some protective mechanism that her mind had somehow generated to save her from the dreadful extremes. Perhaps it was akin to hypnotism and left her very suggestible, but this was no interrogation to discover facts about her activities and beliefs. It was simply a demonstration of her Master's power.

The session did not last much longer. Cabud Samuel was aware of Helena's mental state all the time, and used the last part of the session simply to test how it responded to the options at his disposal. In so doing, he gained a much deeper understanding than before of Helena and how her mind worked. There were things about her that made her very interesting to him, and he suspected now that there was a great potential in her.

After a minute or two in which no further jolts of electricity were delivered through her body, Helena emerged from her daze. The robotic arms had retracted into the ceiling. When she was again fully aware, and able to recall what had happened, a deep sense of shame once again swamped her as she recalled pissing and shitting herself under the influence of Cabud's ministrations. As though he had read her thoughts (and, Helena reflected, he probably had), Cabud announced over the speakers that it was time for her to be cleaned up.

"Just wait there," he said, a smirk in his voice for she had no other option, "You are not the only person to lose their self-control in that situation, so I am well-prepared for this eventuality!"

Then several high-powered water jets struck Helena from all sides, ice-cold and needle-sharp it seemed to her. Her bodily waste beneath was being flushed towards a cavity that had opened in the floor, while the sweat and urine and shit that still stuck to Helena's body were washed away by the blasting water, until she and the floor below were cleaned completely.

Then the winch holding her up simply let go, and she collapsed to the floor in a sodden heap. Her hands, still cuffed together and attached to the rope, came in front of her and she adopted a foetal position on the floor, tears running down her cheeks as the emotions returned.

That was how Cabud found her when he re-entered the room shortly afterwards.