Moonspawn (25 page)

A pole was fitted between her legs, the tip shaped into a phallic spear that had driven into her sex. The shaft descended between her legs, throwing out short chains that grabbed metal bands above and below her knees, and at the base another set snapped to her fetters. With the pole anchored into her, she could neither get off it nor wilt from her standing position, lest it push deeper than she could accept.

Her clit ring was teased and played by a small bell fastened to it, while similar examples had been set on her nipple rings, causing the girl to air soft melodious chimes as she staggered.

A ball-gag was forced into her mouth, straining her jaws wide. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her long hair had been tied into a ponytail that swayed against her back.

A clamp had been snapped to the flesh of her left breast, the pinch of skin serving to support an envelope. The use of such slaves to deliver mail was a usual one, the offer always being that maybe the letter they bore would satisfy the recipient enough to warrant their release. It was unlikely, but it was the only hope they had for early freedom.

The girl was haunted by a rubber wraith, the curves of the male emphasised by a complete suit of dense rubber.

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The comprehensive garment included his stiletto boots, a hood that gave him nothing save eye-slits, and a sheath that held his erect penis.

His forearms were connected along each other behind him, the suit merging to keep them trapped, his fingers lost within the single sleeve.

From the exposed ring of his smothered collar a chain had been fastened, the leash reaching forward to the centre of the pole that was responsible for containing the girl’s arms.

Connected together, the only distraction for the male was to plunge himself into the girl’s rear, attacking her at random, able to only get the most minute satisfaction through his stifling condom of a suit. He could thrust away with all his maniac hunger, but had no hope of achieving release, making him more frustrated and more eager to try and ease this torment by hunting for elusive climax in the girl’s tight rear. The vampiress, on the other hand, was doomed to simply wander, hounded from behind by her faceless persecutor, the latex ghost filling her regularly.

They stopped before Thanos and he removed the envelope, tugging it off to make the vampiress gurgle at the added stress placed to her clamp.

Opening it, he found a summons to attend the queen in her private chambers. It probably meant that he was going to be subjected to her training again, several days having passed since his last period of tutelage under her.

Removing the clamp from the girl, she aired pips of shock from the extraction, the clamp having been set on her for some time. The sight of the strangled breast had him look upon it with a new light, and reaching out he took hold of the smooth flushed mound. The girl tried to 216

back away, seeing what he was intending, but Thanos merely dropped a crooked little finger through a nipple ring, forcing her to stay put. She shuddered and stared at him with wide eyes.

‘Scared of the lupine are we?’ he scowled, adopting a fake tone of threatening to intimidate her, scare her a little, for he was of the race that butchered vampires without remorse, and this neophyte to the palace would still be utterly terrified of him.

No one would know if he had a little fun first. He would earn it in time, because the queen was no merciful trainer.

Drawing her in by her nipple, she was shaking as he looked up at her, peering through the valley of her breasts and into her innocent face.

Taking hold of the pole with his other hand he jiggled it, making her stiffen in fits as he laughed to himself.

‘Would you like to have a werewolf ride that cute rear of yours?’ he asked, making her throw her head from side to side. Thanos laughed and set free the cilia of power within him.

The collar had been left deactivated, so he was free to change. Ordinarily it shocked him if he tried to shift to or from the form demanded of him, but for now he could do as he wished.

The girl shrieked into her gag as he arose before her, spreading his body outward, gathering his full form, shedding it in fur and muscle, adding claws and fangs to it.

Grabbing her about the throat he held her firm and stepped behind her. The male kept his distance, as much as the chain would allow, for he too was terrified of the werewolf, a creature that could so easily end his un-life.

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her hips and rubbed his stiff length in the cleft of her rear, teasing her with it. She clenched with all her might, trying to deny him, but he merely smiled and placed his thumbs to the soft cheeks. With a forceful drag he parted the barricades and nuzzled against her sphincter.

‘Open wide,’ he mused, and forced his entry, making her gasp and snort, writhing as she was lifted to tiptoe by the trespass.

Thanos began a dilatory molestation, savouring the feel of her tight anus squeezing in bursts to his intruding shaft.

He dreamt of it being Kira, but for now he was satisfied with this slave’s opening.

In moments the girl was changing her tune to one of delight, her fears allayed, her relish in being so massively filled turning her from a quailing wreck to a writhing slut, begging for more. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, stretched to her limits by his length.

Quickening his pace, he reached around and groped at her breasts, his hot breath rasping across the cold skin of her neck. With a hissing growl he launched his seed into her, treating himself to further thrusts to drag out all his bliss as the girl shook as though being electrified.

Pulling free, her rear clung to him until it was able to close, the interior slick with his semen.

Turning about with a sigh of satisfaction, he patted the smooth head of the male. ‘You’ll find entry easier now, my friend,’ he derided, and sat back down.

The male continued to stay well back, keeping the chain stretched tight while the girl rested against the plinth, panting. With his goal lubricated it was even more unlikely to find release, and besides, Thanos’ presence still kept him at bay.

‘Maybe you need some help?’ purred the lupine, and 218

lifted himself up, moving towards the male. The vampire tried to escape, pulling at the chain, the girl refusing to move, her body a dead weight he could not shift.

Thanos snatched him and pulled him close, turning him around and keeping one arm locked about the male’s neck, his strength vastly superior to the undead while he wore this powerful anatomy.

‘We lupine can be generous, as well as lethal,’ he chuckled, and grabbed the male’s shaft in a vice grip. ‘I’ve pleased your partner, it’s only fair I do the same for you.’

The vampire bucked, whimpering softly as Thanos began a savage masturbation, throwing his fist back and forth, the squeeze defeating the thickness of the rubber.

Despite the pain, despite the fear, the vampire was soon squirming against the wall of fur behind him, his eyes rolling back with delight that he would at last find climax.

The feel of having full control over the male’s pleasure and the reigns of fear Thanos held over him started to seduce the werewolf. The feel of this power had him swelling with lust once more, making him hungry to take the sense of might further.

‘No, not yet,’ purred Thanos, stopping the stern shuffle just before orgasm. The vampire pushed his hips against the fist, trying to acquire the last movements that would end his frustration.

A talon danced at the rear of the suit, opening a hole, and steering himself in, Thanos fought for access. As he drove through the frantically barricaded buttocks he found the sphincter tight, almost virginal, but it was clearly just a façade. The decadence of the palace made the denizens within heedless of gender, they sought only pleasure, and thus, the vampire was resisting just to feel himself be defeated. And Thanos was happy to oblige.

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‘Come on, you can take it, you know you can!’ he growled, letting the pain being visited onto his length by using it as a weapon increase his savagery, the rear fighting his will.

‘There we go,’ he hissed with his success, finally sliding in. The vampire screeched with silent pleasure into his gagging hood, his anus being stretched, the lupine stuffing his rear with a vast intruder, lifting him to tiptoe.

The feel of such acute penetration made the male quake in spasming fits, his delight prevalent over the shock of such trespass.

Riding back and forth, Thanos’ hips rocked to churn the male’s insides. So as not to deny the male his full quota of bliss, Thanos once more grabbed the vampire’s shaft and started to pound upon it, the brutal onanism conducted with spiteful virulence that only stoked the male’s libido further.

‘Are you ready to be filled like your girlfriend there?’

he asked viciously. ‘Well are you?’ Thanos growled when there was no response, and thrust harshly.

The force carried the vampire from his feet, holding him in the air, mounted on a werewolf’s length, spitted by it, his booted feet kicking at the air. The male spasmed, the hidden hints of his mouth stretched wide with his shriek of violated pain and absolute pleasure.

Dropping him back down, Thanos slammed him against the plinth next to the girl and continued stabbing harshly, bringing out another pain-enhanced orgasm for himself, his spare hand fixed to the cross section of forearms. The feel of the penetrated slave fighting impotently against him was massively arousing – the subjugation of another through strength, even though it was a secretly willing defeat. The squeak of the slave’s 220

latex body against the stone as he struggled joined Thanos’ hissing breath as he started to ride deep, a warmth spreading through his shaft, the feel of explosive release beckoning. Thanos stiffened, slowing his rate as he poured a new wash into the rear of the slave. The spine of the slave jerked, the injection of warm seed into him shattering his paltry rebellion with delight.

Once Thanos had captured all his bliss he left himself inserted and sped the rhythm of his hand. Watching as the male shook with harrowing and pleasure, he felt the small grips of the slave’s sphincter to his embedded shaft, the squeezes of response to the uncaring attention, the gratitude of such an enactment of playful molestation.

The vampire was resisting him, trying to avoid succumbing to the encouraging hold, sneakily attempting to best Thanos, to have his resistance broken. He clearly wanted to end his all-consuming frustration, he wanted to feel the rhapsody of climax, but his need for punishment was more driving after the sodomy. Thanos smiled and played along, adopting stern tones of authority over his subject.

‘Don’t think you can deny me, corpse!’ he scowled, increasing the ferocity of his hold, increasing his haste, a wide smile peeling back his lips, his hot breath washing over the head of the latex-bound vampire slave. ‘Give it to me! I want to feel this dead flesh come!’

The sodomised servile jerked with spasms at his own release, filling the sealed sheath of his penis just as his own anus had been tainted.

‘There we are… happy?’ Thanos mocked, patting the slave’s head before he strolled away, withdrawing from the male, causing him to arch back with the shock of its sudden flight from his tender membranes.

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Pulling back his lupine form, Thanos restored an ordinary visage and set off to attend the queen, leaving the giddy serviles to relish the memory of their use and the sight of their eternal partner being similarly taken.

He strolled the passages by memory, the route so well known he barely needed to keep his eyes open. Thinking heavily on Kira, he entered the throne room and marched behind the huge chair of his owner.

Touching the wall, a section gave several muted clicks and swung open, exposing the secondary chamber beyond. A vast vault door dominated one wall, waiting to accept his palm, his retina, and a sensor scan before allowing him in, the queen guarding her most private sanctum with fanaticism. She had not reached her current longevity by being careless.

With booming tones the locks were drawn back from where they drilled into the walls, ceiling and floor, and the polished metre thick portal started to glide back.

Stepping through, he settled onto his knees, regarding the white corridor that stretched forward, the walls hidden by red drapes, the ceiling a curling fresco of spiralling designs.

The enslaver of Thanos entered the hall at a brisk march, and without word rapidly clipped a leash to his collar before towing him in her wake. Scampering on all fours, he wondered if she knew about Cassandra’s attack upon him, and though he ached to inform, he knew that by speaking aloud he would only bring even harsher retribution upon himself.

He barely saw the lush domain that was her home, his gaze so mesmerised by the tyrannical overseer. Her abdomen was gripped by the sheath of a latex mini-skirt, a vest top displaying her breasts beneath a smothering 222

layer of gleaming rubber. Shoulder length gloves turned her arms into smooth rods, and fishnet stockings, the suspenders peeking out from under the hem of the skirt, rolled down her legs to enter stiletto-heeled ankle boots.

He was fascinated by her. When she was with him he could do nothing to resist, she had seen to that, her training having cultivated this obsession.

A door opened and he was led within. The bleak chamber bore some sparse furnishings, and was already occupied by two female slaves, who each hung from the ceiling by a single ankle. The sex, anus and mouth of both women were stuffed with candles to provide illumination.

The queen brought him beneath the two widely spaced cuffs hanging from chains in the centre of the ceiling and pulled up a chair. Sitting down, she crossed her legs, the creak of her clothing making Thanos ache to caress himself.

‘Lick,’ she ordered, and Thanos jumped forward, dropping to his knees, his tongue spilling out to adore her boots, his mind heady with the pleasure of serving her thus.

‘I can see that your time with the clan has not eroded your libido any, slave,’ she commented, flicking a glance to his raging length.