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Part 14
"What did Angelique mean when she said that the 'boys upstairs' were all posers?" asked Helena.
Cabud explained, "There are humans who gain a thrill out of drinking others' blood, as well as humans who enjoy having others drink from them. Because I hardly have the need or desire to visit my bloodsluts very often, they are happy to gain their thrill from these fakers feeding on them instead. Of course, when the real vampire shows up, they run away and hide upstairs, and they know that they will have no thrill themselves that night."
"And why do these fake vampires not wish to join you as a true vampire?"
"My power frightens them. They only love the feed itself, they have no part of them that feels the hunt, and they have no part of them that could accept as you have done the power that I would have over them. If I were to drain them as I drained you, then they would die just as surely as the people on whom they feed would do."
"And do you know their names?"
"No, and they prefer it that way. The anonymity makes it safe for them, psychologically. I recognise their faces and I can see some of their minds, enough to tell one from another. That is all that is needed. They are food, that is all. They are my bloodsluts: and now, they are yours, too."
They drove on in silence, back to the castle of concrete, steel and glass.
Cabud led Helena from the garage, and took her to a lift. He touched the control for a very high floor, somewhere near the top of the building. As they rode ever higher, Cabud put his arm around Helena's wasp-like waist and held her close. She demurely placed her hands behind her, brushing against Cabud's possessive grip.
When the lift doors opened, Cabud guided Helena down the corridors by his embrace, and Helena kept her posture too, walking with simple, straight, feminine steps as Cabud strode beside her. Eventually they reached a door that Cabud opened. Inside was a room decked out in pale blue, like some 18th Century French aristocrat's boudoir, with a great bed that could easily have slept five or six lying side by side. Everything was the height of luxury.
"You have been feeling proud and powerful after your achievements of last night and tonight. Your full belly and the manner of your revenge have made you feel powerful, and your success and the fact that you are a remarkable young lady have given you hubris.
"It is time that I reminded you of your true place. When in that room, you will not call me 'Samuel', you will not call me 'Cabud', you will not even call me 'Master'. As far as names are concerned, you will have none, and I will be your owner. That is all. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Samuel!" Helena answered, anxious to use his real name, and show that she was not afraid. He threw her into the room, where she sprawled on the floor.
"Do you understand?" he asked again.
"Yes, my owner," Helena meekly said.
"Now, strip naked." Helena did so, willingly and without any desire to do otherwise.
"Now, go to the top drawer of the chest of drawers and open it. Bring me the coiled bullwhip that you find there." This, Helena did not want to do, for she knew what must follow. But she did it all the same, unable to refuse. Cabud stood just inside the doorway, barring any hope of an escape – but no such thought entered Helena's mind.
"Stay there," Cabud commanded, "And look out through the door." He himself entered further into the room, and Helena heard the sounds of him stripping naked also.
"Raise your arms in the air, and do not harden yourself one iota. You are to feel everything! Do not urinate and do not defecate. Hang your head forwards, with your hair over one shoulder. You may scream and cry out as much as wish. Are you ready?"
Helena replied, with tears in her eyes and in her voice, "No!" In that instant, the first whistle and crack of the whip was heard, the first stripe of searing pain crossed her back, the first scream erupted from her lips, obliterating the just-completed negative.
"What are you?"
"I don't know!" Helena wailed. The whip slashed across her back in the opposite direction.
"You are whatever I want you to be. Who am I?"
"You are my owner!"
"Do you understand why I am doing this?"
"Yes!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"No!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"I don't know!"
"I am doing it because I enjoy your pain, and I enjoy hearing you scream. I told you this not too long ago. But you thought I was punishing you for your pride and feelings of power. So you understood, but you also misunderstood. How many more do you think that you should receive?"
"I don't know!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"As many as you want!"
"Good girl. How many do you think I want?"
"I don't know!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"I want a definite answer. Give me a number."
"S-s-seven," Helena stammered through the blazing furnace that engulfed her.
"Very well! Seven it is. How many will that be in total?"
"I don't know!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"It would have been thirteen. Now how many will it be?"
"Fourteen?" Whip-crack. Scream.
"Wrong! Thirteen, still. How many are left to go?"
"I don't know!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"Now how many are left to go?"
"Err, err, err, three?" Whip-crack. Scream.
"Now there are three left. How many have already been?"
"I can't remember!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"Do the sums. How many have there been now?"
"Two!" Whip-crack. Scream.
"I didn't ask how many were left. I asked how many had already been. Now, how many have you already had?"
"Twelve!"
"Good girl. You can put your arms down now." Helena relaxed, feeling the fire in her back afresh as her posture changed, but thankful that the whipping was done. Suddenly, she found her arms pinned to her sides as the whip coiled around her, snapping in tightly and stinging her belly and her lower back, which had thus far been untouched. Cabud pulled her to him, where he was standing beside the bed. He uncoiled the whip, and gently kissed her throat from behind and to one side, holding her around her waist.
"I want you to feel free to struggle and resist, in any way you desire," he said, "Just to see it do you no good at all!" Helena had no idea what he was talking about, for the fraction of a second that it took him to throw her to her knees and bend her forwards over the sumptuous bedding. He held her wrists tightly together in his left hand, while his right snaked around and kneaded her breast. All of this, Helena would have accepted as being his due, and she would even have enjoyed it, but it was not her cunt that was the target of his giant, raging cock. For in that same move he had positioned himself and was already pressing his weight upon her tiny, puckered, virgin anus.
"No!" It was a long, drawn-out wail of protest, futile and plaintive, piercing in its panicked fear. Helena had never taken it up the arse, had sworn that she never would. Now here she was, helplessly trapped by the man whom she loved and who loved her back. She desperately tried to will her sphincter to hardness that would bar the passageway, but she instinctively knew that her inner passages could not be blocked by such willpower.
Cabud's enormous cock was slowly inching its way into Helena's darkest reaches, stretching and rasping as it went. Deeper and deeper it went, and there was no stopping it. No matter how she writhed and struggled under him, he was more powerful and stronger than she, and she was helpless to resist him. Her cries were no just a wordless, continuous wail of agony as more and more of her owner's length was buried in her, stretching, aching, filling her beyond compare.
And then, remarkably, it was in. All the way, the monstrous penis was encased in her rear entrance, her arse touched by Cabud's balls. Then, it began to slide slowly out again, and it felt as though it was dragging all of Helena's insides with it.
"Ahh!" Her wail this time was one of desperation, as every inch made it seem like her body was going to fall out of her bottom. She was past fighting now, her eyes just staring wildly, despairingly at the opposite wall, her hands clenched tightly and impotently in her owner's grasp.
He did not draw completely out, but paused with his penis's head still buried within. Then he drove forwards again. This time, he did not go slowly, but gave her his full strength and weight all at once, driving his full, gargantuan length all the way in, in one dynamic, smooth stroke.
Helena screamed louder than she had ever done in her entire life as her innards were stampeded by the giant shaft. And the withdrawal was just as swift and smooth, and she gasped in horror at the dreadful sensations within.
Her owner was speaking again, and he was telling her to become aroused, to respond with pleasure to his sodomising her! But she had to obey, even as he drove in just as forcefully as before. He did not pause any more between his strokes, pounding her rectum and pummelling her insides with terrible energy, filling her abdomen with pain. But all the time he talked her steadily, on and on, through her arousal stages, ordering her higher and higher until at last he said, just before driving home another demonic blow, "Climax now!"
And Helena did as she was told. Riding through the pain on a tidal wave of pleasure that she could never have imagined, horrified that she could enjoy a moment even as diabolical as this; and deep within her she felt the awful gushing of her owner's seed filling her darkest places and flooding her insides.
Her owner withdrew, but his erection was undiminished.
"Turn around!" he ordered the shattered Helena, who shakily lifted herself from the bed and turned around on her knees so that she was facing him – or rather, his still-hard cock.
"Lick and suck it clean!' commanded her owner, and Helena did as she was told, tasting her own blood on her owner's cock and swallowing it all.
Now you truly are Turned!" he told her, when she had finished, "Now, go and stand outside this room."
Helena did so, and as she did so, she recalled her own name and that of Cabud Samuel. He followed her.
"What the saliva of a vampire can do to broken skin, the semen of a vampire will do for torn passageways. Your rectum is whole again already. Out here, you may answer as you wish, and I will accept your answer. Please, Helena, will you allow me to bugger you again? This time, with no instructions from me at all before or throughout?"
Without thinking, and to her great shock, Helena answered, "Of course, my Lord Cabud."
She knelt on the hard floor, her hands and elbows touching the floor to either side of her head, and she raised her behind into the air.
"Please, my Lord Cabud Samuel, fuck me in the arse!"
And he did. And she screamed with pain, and did not cum. But she was the happiest she had ever been in her life.
THE END
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