Late night at the old castle, atop a hill that peered over the cliffside. Up the decorative stairs and in one of the grand bedrooms slept a male dingo, fur a stained gold. It used to be a more vivid yellow, but the air in this cursed place changed him physically. He was still wearing his fashionable cowboy hat and clothing full of miscellaneous metal and wooden tools, even while tucked into bed. He sleeps lightly, often tossing and turning, until his bloodshot eyes are suddenly forced open by the eerie rattling of chains in the next room. The door to the room adjacent slams open hard enough for it to make a weird creaking noise as the male dingo swings a modified crossbow from side to side, pointing it first at a feminine figure chained to a wall on the opposite corner. She's a rabbit- she was a rabbit, before she got bitten. Before her fangs grew in. Now, she's a bloodthirsty animal like the rest of them to him, her fur a pale gray, skin even more pale, completely nude save for a cape pinned directly to her neck with steel nails, and a pair of black latex boots. Her eyes widen in fear, and she turns to a bat fluttering beside her, whispering 'Quickly, quickly now!' To it like a chant. Ch-chnk! The modified crossbow launches a wooden stake at the chained woman, her eyes wide in shock. She slowly turns her head to the side as the bat that was hovering around her squeaks in alarm, squirming and trying to get free from the wooden stake pinned into its midsection. The bat begins rapidly transfiguring from the impact, its shrieks becoming more feminine and humanoid as it slowly forms into an anthro bat, held firmly in place by the spear lodged just under her left breast and pinning her to the wall. "Tch, I missed." The dingo half-yawns, calmly moving forward with a practiced gait, as if this was regular and expected for him. He tips his hat down as the woman chained to the wall glares at him, biting her lip until it bleeds. Completely ignoring her, he steps up to the anthro bat, a gloved hand shooting up to grasp and crush her throat. She kicks, trying to transform herself back and escape, but her wings are stuck mid-transformation due to some venom coating the spike. "Another one? How many thralls do you have?" He began, addressing the chained rabbit. She hissed, her fangs shining with a drop of red liquid dripping from them, as her batty servant attempted to bite the dingo. From his belt, he produced a semi-automated nail gun and shoved it up against her exposed pussy. She preemptively shrieked, screaming and flapping her arms as steel and silver nails punched through her womb and into her vital organs repeatedly. Her legs quiver and her thighs jiggle and ripple with each impact, her tits bouncing as her body begins to convulse and spasm during her abusive onslaught. When he lets go to reload, the hissing of the chained woman grew to full volume as she showed clear resentment for her servant's abuse. She howled and shook the chains, threatening to break them or the stone bricks they were attached to. The batgirl, meanwhile, looked… mournful. She was twitching, gently reaching down to soothe her bleeding hole, and was mouthing silent cries for mercy. She barely managed to silently ask for 'help' from her mistress before her arms slid off his and limply slapped the stone wall behind her, what was once a bat now a dead cumdump who went cold long before she went limp. "Huh. Usually they don't have any blood in them. Guess she decided to help feed you. Good." The dingo turned to the hissing vampiress, glaring at her. It scared her how menacing he was, so soon after brutally killing one of her girls, he just stared at her with those sleepy eyes, tossed her down to the ground ass-up. "Well, all right. Saves me a trip outside." He dismissively continues, pointing the gun at her, right into her fur. She yowls in pain as her breasts are impaled at the nipples with the nails, and her hands go limp when he stuffs her valley-like cleavage with the gun and puts three more where her heart should be if cold vampire cocksleeves had any. Her hands fold inwards and tense up, then go limp as her body shudders and sags in the restraints. "Not so hissy now, blood-bitch? Maybe I should do that more often so I can get some sleep!" He admonishes, roughly slapping her face. Her breasts jiggle as they hang from her torso, and the only drippings coming from her are from her snatch, as her body subconsciously converts the pain into pleasure to help recover while her mind is shut off. The dingo sighs and releases the chains, the weak vampiress flopping to the floor, her face landing perfectly between the bleeding thighs of her thrall. She twitches as the scent of fresh blood restarts her corpse as if by magic, and spreads the corpse's labia to ravenously eat her out, her eyes concentrated into slits. "I assume you're not gonna tell me where the Blood Moon is tonight, either?" He sarcastically asks, to which the feasting vampiress turns around to face him, squinting as if she's staring at a crazy person. "Thought not. Well, you know what that means." He sighs, reaching into his inner jacket pocket and sliding his fingers over the handle to the whip contained therein. Even in the primal state she was in, the vampiress knew what that means. She hurriedly started to crawl forward over her thrall, but only got face-to-face before his hands roughly gripped around her throat. The two of them struggled over the corpse, using it like a bed while he shrugged his pants off and she tried to scratch at him. She choked and coughed and screeched like a bat, making new scratch marks in the carpet as he wrenched at her throat and stuffed his fingers up her nostrils like an organic nose hook. He spanked her ass several times, making her jump, making her scream, but she never actually fought back, more focused on trying to bite him and drain him. She got close to his wrist once, but he grabbed the roof of her mouth and slammed her fangs into the back of the corpse's neck, getting her stuck in the rigid batmeat. This gave him just enough time to plunge his cock inside her in one swift thrust, and she tensed up from it, but then shuddered and went still for the subsequent thrusts. She'd still scratch and claw occasionally, but something about the warmth pacified her. She started softly moaning into the corpse beneath her as he took her from behind, questioning herself as she often did when subjected to such pleasures. She clutched into sections of carpet to brace herself, then stared down at the corpse beneath her and got on all fours, pointing down at it. "...Fine, you dumb bitch, you can flip her over." He relinquishes, stopping his thrusts for a much needed break of his own. He's panting with arousal as his morning wood throbs inside her, and she grinds her hips back against it, reaching back carefully to spread her own ass cheeks and dig her fingers into one of her scars. He spanks her there for it, and she throws her head back with a raspy 'Hyaa~' noise. Slowly, she turns the corpse over, pressing their breasts together. The vampire slave's was bigger than the thrall's, but she just enjoyed the feeling of their hardened nipples brushing together. She slowly pulled the stake out of her servant's chest, and toyed with her eyes and mouth, gently parting her lips to kiss the corpse. She slowly grew docile enough to be touched without any negative response, as he would pull on her long black hair and she would groan, lift a paw, but then just slump back into it, her eyes focused as she ground her hips back, focused enough for him to cup his fingers around her jaw and the top of her head and caress her… and then snap her neck around until she was nearly able to see her own ass sticking up against his thighs. Her eyes went wide and her body thrashed atop its cold corpse bed in a dying squirting orgasm, her juices powerfully spraying over the corpse she'd been playing with, but she'd wasted all her limited energy fighting the rape, so she quieted down to a shiver, and a shudder, then went still, gurgling and drooling from her protruding tongue onto the cheek of the dead fluffy body she rested on. She didn't blink, she just stared forward, broken. "You know, you get really tight when I do that. I'd cum if you weren't so cold… gimme a minute to warm up. Can you feel this?" He asks, pulling the cape aside and revealing several hundred lashes adorning her backside. He adds one more with his whip, and her whole body bounces. Her pussy tightens up dramatically as her back arches, almost until she's kneeling, then she releases and she goes limp again. "So what'll it be tonight? Cut off all your limbs again? Make your corpse a decoration? You wanna go on the spit again?" He teases, slapping her ass and watching her body react. Although he snapped her neck seemingly fatally, it did little but paralyze her and knock her unconscious, as vampires are much more resilient than normal furs. No, she continues to rasp and gurgle and try to breathe in response to his questions, twitching a finger occasionally. "Talk." The dingo grunts in a deep voice, lashing her just above the tail. Her tail sticks straight out in response, and her pussy quivers in a second dry orgasm. She rasps out a repeated chant that sounds like… 'Mohr… Mooor… Morr... ' as the vertebrae in the back of her neck pop back into place repeatedly, causing full-body jerks each time. "Fine, since you won't talk. Let's move on to step two." He grunts, using the whip for its primary function as a length of rope and tying her arms behind her back with it. He pushes her to her feet, her body shakily dragging along her knees and slumping over as walking grew difficult when the bones in your neck are barely connected. The dingo drew a pile of books from the nearby bookcase, then another. The weak vampiress took a step towards the window, then another, in hopes that she might fling her battered body outside and escape, but his arm wrapped around her throat and dragged her back, her latex boots reaching out for her only chance at freedom for but a second. She tried to wiggle free from the chokehold, her feet thumping against the carpeted floor as her ass ground against his erection, her rasps turned silent. Not for lack of trying, of course, but because her throat was being crushed idly by his biceps as he brushed her hair out of his face. She tried to snap at him mid-scream, and it only resulted in him reaching over her shoulder and slapping her tits, pulling at the nails embedded within her areolae. He slaps her bunny muff a couple times, her wetness betraying her. Strings of her juices stuck to her fingers each time he slapped her cunt, or drove a finger inside. She squirmed at his touch, at his roughness with her pussy, staring at the window. Oh how she wanted to be free- smack! To… to breathe again, to… smack! To kill this monster who captured her, she'd kill him, then be… be free? She wanted to… Smack! To cum… As her mind started shutting down in his chokehold, her vision of the outside world and the pitch black midnight illuminated only by moonlight blurring, she started doing obscene pelvic thrusts outwards, as if she were riding on a cock that weren't there. She blinked, gripping onto his jacket as deliria and darkness took her, her tongue gently lapping at his wrist as it protruded from her throat. She suddenly drooped, her body weight doubling as she fell unconscious in his grip with a raspy snore, her wet pussy landing square over the face of her dead bat thrall for some necrophilic cunnilingus between the two undead. "If only you weren't a fuckin' worthless undead cocksleeve, I'd… If you weren't a… huh." Her captor addresses to the twitching body laid facedown in the crotch of her servant's corpse. His voice trails off as he ponders this, but he only thinks for a second before grabbing the unconscious captive by the cape and flinging her over his shoulder, spanking her for good measure to hear her moan in her sleep. When next the lapine vampiress awoke, her eyes darted open in surprise and her body twisted. She felt weightless, which was comfortable enough by now, but her footing was uneven. She instinctively reached up to the loop of rope tightly wound around her neck. If she dropped off whatever she was standing on, she wouldn't break her neck, she'd feel this. Brutal agony, when all she wanted was to… uh… to fix this fire in her loins. Why was she so horny? Her heart was beating fast. Like the feeling of hunting. She needed to hunt again, she was thirsty. What was she standing on? As she looked down to observe the two stacks of books her spread legs were precariously balanced upon, she both let out a little yelp that gave away her returned consciousness, and caught a glimpse of the imposing figure stood beneath her. Memories flooded back. She reached her claws out to try and grab him, while also wobbling on her books. He stands slowly and unravels his whip, "Look at you, a whore animal with one thing on your mind. But you know what I realized?" "Even if you don't bleed, you sure do… secrete. I think some part of you remembers what it means to be a slut. I got nothing against sluts, just vampires. So I'm gonna turn you back. Maybe get some restful sleep again. So… what are you?" He monologues to her. He has his captive tied to the chandelier via rope connected to a winch in the corner of the room, to which he holds the remote control in his hand. He presses the button and her hands immediately dart back to her neck to try and stop herself from choking. "Yeah, you forgot what thirst felt like real quick, didn't you? You want to come down? Admit you're a painslut! Are you a painslut?" He questions, whipping her outer thigh. She recoils, lifting off the stack of books and dropping down almost far enough to hang. Her body twists and she makes a strangled cry, her hands immediately darting down to protect her exposed labia. But why her pussy? Did he wash her? Why was she… wet? She refused to believe it was from being hit, and swung her leg around wildly until she found the stack of books again, only to be smacked by the stinging whip just under her cleavage. Her breasts bounced as she jumped, using her hands to balance herself. Her voice was let out in a shuddering, rattling moan, and she massaged her tits, feeling the embedded steel nails still torturing her nipples. She looked down at them, as best she could, flicking one of them and recoiling from the pain… only to do it again. He watched her slowly come to several realizations on her own all in the span of five seconds, but it wasn't enough revenge for all those sleepless nights just watching a naked bunny play with herself. "Admit it, you cocksleeve. If all you're good for is being abused, then you're of no worth up there. Say it! 'I'm a slut'!" He demands, and she looks at him, her ears raised inquisitively. She pulls at one of the nails protruding from her nipples, then deliberately pushes it in, just to feel… how it feels. "I… a-ah… slaaa-cck-t…" Came the choked, gargling response. The rope was digging so tightly into her neck now that it was pressing into her cheeks. She whimpers and closes her legs around her paw, looking down at him. Maybe he'd let her cum if she admitted it. Freedom? Feeding? All was secondary now, her first thought was getting off. And he almost did, too, he seemed shocked by how eager her admission was, by the words leaving her dry, choked throat. "...Prove it." He points down. She looks down questioningly, then back up at him, and seems to curl back inward on herself, shaking her head. She didn't want to leave her safe pile of books, she wanted to cum, she was so close. "You admitted it, now you have to prove it." He demands again, and she double takes between him and the floor. She reluctantly lifts a leg, pre-emptively choking on the rope. Why would anyone willingly hang themselves? But she could survive it. All he wanted was proof, proof she could change, then he'd let her… She steps off the books. She swings wildly as the rope catches her, her hands swiping at her throat, almost cutting herself from the pain in an attempt to get it off. She kicked and flailed, knocking over her only means of safety. No going back. "Ghrrrk-!" She began to reach for him, grasping at the air as he started jerking himself off to the sight. She mouths the word 'help' twice before she finds herself unable to close her lips, her tongue too fat and swollen and purple, lolling out of her mouth and drooling on her abused cleavage. Her eyes unfocus and she looks up at the ceiling before blinking back to consciousness as her body's healing fights its destruction. At that point, something in her broke. Her knees curled upwards, and she couldn't hold it anymore. She dug her fingers inside herself, needing some sort of release before she died like this. The horny rabbit's tail twitched, her fangs bared, and she squeaked as she madly toyed with her cunt. She didn't make it, however, her fingers stuck inside her tight snatch as the rest of her slowly went limp in its bindings, a lump of fuckmeat held together by a fleeting consciousness swimming in darkness and confusion and overwhelming lust. Then, a searing, screaming pain. She awoke again, still hanging in the noose, but there were cables attached to her. The steel nails still buried in her titflesh were burning hot, and two spark plugs attached to jumper cables were sending lethal surges of electricity through her body. Her legs kicked and danced uncontrollably. She frothed at the mouth, and steam rose from her cooked fur. "You fell asleep on me again, painwhore. But at least you finally seem to get it." Came a familiar, masculine voice. The… former vampire gripped onto the rope she dangled from, her neck in pain from all the crushing. The dingo sighs and aims his crossbow up, firing a few bolts into the rope until it cut rather cleanly through and sent her hurtling to the floor. Finally, release. She dug her fingers into herself, curled up face-down ass-up on the ground. But she felt cold again, missing the warmth she had before while atop her dead thrall, while in the noose. The room grew noisy with the rapid wet obscene sounds of her essentially slapping her womb for a response from it. Eventually, he'd had enough of her sad display and shocked her again. Even through her crushed throat, she screamed and writhed on the ground, frozen and twitching as the excess electricity sparked through her. She couldn't move anything but her head slightly as he pushes her over with his foot, putting her on her side. She tried to twitch her fingers, but it was still out of her control. The yellow-furred dingo took his hat off and scratched his head, wondering how he'd reduced such a powerful creature to a pathetic cum-brain so quickly, how he'd rewritten her natural instinct from a desire for blood to a desire just to feel. Still unsatisfied, he bent down and grabbed her shoulders, spreading her legs. She stared up at him and her elongated nails dug into his shoulders, holding him in place. He seemed completely unafraid of this worthless cumdump he'd reduced her to. He pitied her, maybe. Pitied her enough to give her what she needed before he enacted his revenge. He drove his cock into her again, and she tightened her grip on him, but just… stared at him. Even when he put his hands around her throat, she didn't move. Even when he squeezed, she didn't react. He squeezed harder. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. Harder. She opens her mouth and all that comes out is a strangled 'a-aa-aah-aaa', her pussy convulsing as he plap-plap-plaps inside her. He strangled her for well over six minutes before her paws started to twitch, her claws finally falling from his shoulders and landing with limp thuds beside her head, face-up towards the ceiling. She was too pale to turn purple, but her nostrils had long stopped flaring in an agonized need for air, and fell still. She still stared up at him, but her eyes were glassy now. Her back arched one last time, coating his abdomen in her slick juices, and for the first time since he'd captured her, she smiled. -------------------------- Epilogue -------------------------- Two months had passed since the yellow dingo retired from hunting vampires. He'd just ordered a pack of blood from the hospital as a reward for good behavior. She could smell it before she saw it, of course, but it made her tail all jittery. She was once again tied up, this time laid on her back with ropes around her ankles. She was being fed through an IV drip, but there was a separate pack above her head on the modified gurney she lay upon. Beside the gurney was another dead thrall, a small-breasted brown squirrel this time, whom she had just recently taught the pleasures of a dying orgasm. She lay on a bed of nails, her face twisted in pleasure and her final expression one of bliss. Her pussy was soaked with a mixture of cum and urine that pooled on the floor beneath her. All her servants had this new command instilled in them; to seek her out so they could free not her, but themselves. "...More?" He asks, holding the wheel behind her head. The garotte wheel was attached to the second pack, so the tighter the rope around her neck pulled, the more of the sweet snack she'd get to taste. But she didn't care. Rather, this 'torture' was part of the reward. She nodded vigorously and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out just like he liked it as he turned the wheel, choking her ever tighter. She wasn't a vampire anymore, she was just- ...Cumming…!