Moonspawn (16 page)

The bag deflated for lengthy minutes, the release of its hold leaving her slack within it, too used to one enforced position to be able to find any other. It was like her body had forgotten how to move and needed time to dredge in its old memories to bring out the recall.

The head of the garment was taken and lifted up, causing her to spill from within it, reborn into reality from a rubber womb. Had she possessed even the vaguest shred of body heat she would have been soaked with sweat, drawn through a long and sweltering ordeal within 136

the consuming folds.

Spilling onto the floor she flopped into a tangled and loose heap, unable to affect her own movement, her eyes screwed tightly shut against the meagre light of the chamber.

‘I trust you have studied hard, slave?’ came a female voice, and it took a moment for Kira to gain enough awareness that these really were her true surroundings.

Then she recognised that Cassandra was talking to her, and this was not yet another hallucination plaguing her hunger for sexual release.

‘Yes, seneschal,’ she croaked, having trouble straining the words out.

‘You will be glad to know that your time as a pain slave is at an end. It’s time to place you in a caste more appropriate to my needs. I think you’ll like being my pet, don’t you?’ she said with a sharp edge to her voice, almost like mocking, as though she expected Kira to resent such a fate.

‘I will, seneschal, I will… I missed you so,’ she managed to say weakly, her words skipping out as she thought them. The need to feel something real was too pressing to deny, and despite the lethargy in her limbs she pushed herself into fighting to move. She could not see, she had to at least feel that the woman was actually here. Guessing at where she was, she squirmed over and nuzzled her cheek to Cassandra’s boot. It felt good to have the latex footwear against her face, to know that her owner was real and here.

There was a shocked pause, as though the seneschal had been caught off guard by Kira’s response, then, instant fire swept through her rear, making Kira fling herself aside.

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‘I gave you no permission to touch me, slave!’ hissed the woman, an incensed tone spilling through her clenched teeth.

‘I… I’m sorry, seneschal,’ whimpered Kira from her lowly position, relishing the throb of the weal, for it was the first real sensation she had felt in a long time.

‘Sorry? You’ll really learn sorrow, slave!’ A heel settled into her body, pinning her down. ‘As my pet you will not speak, and you will do exactly as I command. I’ll train you to perform, to obey my orders, to erase your very sentience, wipe it from your mind and leave you as a genuine beast. But that can wait, first we have to get you into your uniform,’ and a hand reached down, snapping a leash to Kira’s collar.

‘Follow me on all fours, slave,’ she said with firm tones, tugging on the chain links to have Kira rise and stumble with reckless gait. The world was still a dazzling sheet of indistinct patterns and motions before her, her eyes still readjusting, her faith being placed totally in the guidance of the seneschal. Her legs and arms were stiff, barely able to meet the demands of the slow trek, but with effort and the occasional lick of the brutal cane to her cheeks, she made the journey.

A door closed and she found herself in a new room, blinking, her vision finally starting to bring clarity out of the chaos. The seneschal stood before her, the elegant curves of the female raising Kira’s hunger to find pleasure. The woman was more beautiful than she ever remembered, her starved eyes feasting on the latex and mesh bound curves of the stern vampiress.

A pang of cramp tightened her arms, the myalgia spreading out with barbed tendrils from her heart as it sought an end to its blood thirst. The seneschal saw the 138

advancing stages of hunger and merely aired a soft titter.

‘Not yet, my pet, we have to get you dressed first,’ she stated, her arms crossed, the cane jutting out from her tight fist, her legs apart to keep an arrogant facade.

Cuddled into a ball, holding herself tightly as she continued to endure the growing pain, Kira let her eyes wander the scene.

It was a large room, furnished expensively in the geometric shapes and striking hues of the styles produced in the eighties. A raised area accessed by zigzagging steps lifted away from the plush and deep carpet of pinks and blues. Painted with a contrasting zigzag black and white pattern, the stage bore a diamond shaped glass table, with four high-backed chairs about it.

A number of large plastic bowls were held aloft by a fluted foot on each, the interior filled with crazy patterned cushions, making the nest-like armchairs places in which to curl and find comfort. They were sporadically placed about a large television, the area beneath it being a glass opaque cabinet filled with other technological entertainment systems.

Two doors found exit from the room, and clustered patterns of acute shapes surrounded the lights on the walls, staining the emanations a variety of shades as they spilled through.

The seneschal clapped her hands thrice, causing the door on the left to open and two strong-limbed men to emerge. Tall, with solid banks of athletic muscles, their faces were hidden within tight rubber hoods, the dense helmet only broken by the two small eyeholes that served to allow them sight. Their maws were stretched, and no breathing vents existed, testifying that these were vampires as well.

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Fitted with collars, they also wore firm stainless steel chastity belts of the type that brought Kira so much distress.

Strolling forward, they bowed before their owner until they reached their knees, whereupon they kissed her toes and paused to await further instructions.

‘Fit her with the puppy outfit, slaves,’ she decreed, reaching down to stroke their smoothed midnight heads.

They scampered away, returning through the door and emerging a few minutes later with piles of black folds between them. The time of their absence was spent with the seneschal merely watching Kira with a vacant intensity, hiding what was going on in her mind from the studied slave girl.

‘Get her into it, slaves, and afterwards I might let you find some relief,’ she crooned, making the two slaves straighten with sudden shock at the words, their desperate need to expel their frustrations one that had them applying themselves to the task with verve.

The hands of the males were upon Kira, smoothing across her skin, relishing the feel of her supple young body. She could almost hear the sound of their erections straining against the internal slot of the belts. She gave a little resistance, just to have it crushed as their strong arms leant more brawn to the task and started to feed her into the uniform.

A halter neck leotard of latex was drawn onto her, the front having had two round sections removed to let her breasts spill free. Buckled straps about the base were tightened with firm pulls to make the flesh swell, her nipples growing hard, her breasts throbbing.

The zip along her back rose up and then grabbed the zip of the hood that was pulled down over her features.

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With two pointed moulded ears, it offered a mirrored visor across her eyes, and a small slot for her lips to emerge.

Stockings and gloves were dragged up her limbs, the tight dense sleeves fitted with moulded paws at her hands and knees with slits that permitted the rings of manacles and fetters to be pulled through.

One of the men grabbed her calves and bent them up against her thighs, using the incorporated straps of the hose to connect them, keeping her legs folded and stopping her from straightening them. Buckled suspenders dropped from her shoulder blades and hips to grab the rubber garments on her extremities, stopping her from sloughing off the opaque shell and finding freedom. Trapped on all fours, her fingers were lost within the sculpted mittens, and with her legs bent up and her feet pressing to her buttocks, she had no hope of getting up from this lowly pose.

A tail was slotted in at the base of her spine, the fixture allowing it to spring up and wiggle with the motions of her hips.

Reduced to the visage and limitations of a quadruped pet, she looked to her owner with tears in her eyes, hoping there would be a reprieve from her hungers.

The seneschal smiled broadly at Kira’s hidden gaze and pulled on her leash, drawing her away. Kira shuffled along, scampering as the suit demanded before nuzzling to the legs of her owner. Looking up, she stared across the glorious curves of the seneschal, burning with desire for her.

‘No, my pet, I have a different show for you,’ she stated softly, petting Kira’s head, running her hand down it to make rubber squeak against rubber.

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‘Come here, slaves,’ she ordered, making the men skip over to her, whereupon she produced a small circular key. Slipping it into their chastity belts, a turn made the crotch band spring out, their own tightly bound flesh causing it to leap from their tracts, dragging out the long thick dildos sheathed in their rears.

The males caught their imprisoning strips and set them aside, settling down onto their knees.

‘Perform for me, slaves, but do not dare finish without permission!’ she warned with grave tones, and with no further need of convincing their hands leapt around and clapped to their flesh, their shafts already rising to attention with their stifled libido.

Taking their time, relishing the feel of their masturbation, they watched the seneschal with piercing eyes, studying her curves, imagining all what they would adore doing to her. Their hands shuffled back and forth, drawing their orgasm until they were forced to stop and let it drift away, for no permission had been granted.

After a short pause they would start again, stopping and commencing, depriving themselves, gaining snippets of pleasure but gathering fuel for their angst.

‘That’s it, slaves, keep going, but don’t finish,’ the seneschal ordered, glancing down to Kira as she stared hungrily at their sexes. Her mouth was watering at the thought of enclosing her lips about their raging lengths, to gobble them up and suck free their seed. But she could gain nothing for herself save the satisfaction of providing pleasure to others as frustrated as she.

‘Now stop.’

The males reluctantly paused, clearly weighing up the choice of quickly finishing off their deed, or remaining obedient. After a moments questioning and the facing of 142

the frowning glare of the seneschal, they stopped, their members raised and flushed with excitement.

‘Now, my pet, go and finish them off, or did you think me blind to your desire?’ she quipped, and applied a swift hack of the cane to Kira’s rear.

Launching forward with a squeak of pain, she scuttled out of weapons range and dropped before one of the males. Her hidden eyes met his blank gaze, and she could see the burning need to have her do this written plainly in the sparkling pupils.

With a content smile she lowered her face gently into his loins, parting her lips and letting her mouth engulf him. Closing herself to the shaft she sucked in and let her tongue taste of the hints of semen his masturbation had released. Her eyes closed dreamily at the feel of being used such, of being made to service others as she herself was denied.

Kira’s head started to rise and fall, hauling at the skin, making it ride the flesh, drawing out the pleasure of the male. To further facilitate her task the tip of her tongue danced on the head of his penis, this most sensitive spot bringing out subtle spasms from her partner.

His hands started to furl into tight fists, the veins and tendons rising as he strained to hold back, to let himself gather more of her delightful pleasures before he prematurely ended the fellatio. With a spiteful grin Kira tightened her hold and hauled more forcefully, making him compliant to her demands.

The slave stiffened and wriggled in his kneeling position, torn by intense pleasure as Kira felt cool semen fill her mouth. The viscous spurt rolled upon her tongue and without care she swallowed, ensuring she milked him of all he had to give.

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When she could pull free nothing more, she cleaned his shaft with a deft tongue before she finally withdrew.

The seneschal looked down, meeting Kira’s adoring gaze before checking the results of her pet’s adoration.

‘Well done, my sweet pet. Now the other one,’ she demanded, indicating the expectant second slave with a jab of her bamboo wand. The male flicked a glance to Kira as she moved, her latex uniform issuing sharp squeals as her limbs brushed each other.

His length was already rigid and proud to her eyes, aroused to a point of derangement by the sight of Kira’s oral attention on his comrade. The slave stiffened with pleasure as she swallowed up his length, performing as before, sucking firmly, exacting her demands. As she worked she let her forearms stray inward and skip across her teats. The flashes of delectation from the strangled orbs had her attending her deed with even more fervour.

‘Stop that!’ snapped the seneschal, delivering the cane across Kira’s buttocks with meteoric force. ‘Dirty little pup!’ Kira cried out around the shaft, resonating it with her scream, keeping her lips tightly sealed to it so that it gagged her response. New tears welled in her eyes as the first meagre barrage of shock gave way to the full ferocity of the cane’s most potent chapter of punishment.

Her rate was stopped, and slowly started to recover as the hot flashes began to subside. Returning to the oral act she kept her arms out, so as not to irk her owner.

The sight of having Kira punished before his very eyes, her nubile form squirming in the tight folds of the latex skin, pushed the slave over into orgasm, and a chill wash of salty issue was splashed over her palate. Again Kira gulped it down, shaking with rapture as it clung to the walls of her throat. With detail she cleaned him, and 144

then withdrew.

‘Good girl, a fine performance,’ crooned the seneschal, and pulled back with the lead, reeling Kira in.

‘Put your belts back on and get back to your duties, I want everything done by the time I finish this week’s inspection or I’ll give you fifty demerits each,’ she warned.