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The Blood Slave Ch. 01

By: lollapalooza



There was an undeniable chill in the air. It was dusk, as most of these dark and terrible tales seem to start off at. It was still nice, as the clouds rolled over the moon. Penny always liked clouds. Still, the way they covered up the moon, the pitch black of the night, it was off putting. Buying those jeans with the rips in them was definitely a mistake as she walked down her long driveway towards the mailbox. It was one of those wintry nights, but she had forgotten to get the mail, and chances are a bill was due. Bills were always due. 

Her tank top was bunched at her stomach as she pulled it down self-consciously. Penny had an average build and regular, twenty-nine year old breasts that now spilled out of the black thing. Finding a medium as she opened the mail box, she heard a car whizzing quickly down the street. Getting out of the way, she noticed the headlights on their brightest setting. It looked like a black van with no windows. Creeps, Penny thought. 

As she bundled up her mail in her very capable hands the car sped past her again and she heard the screeching of the brakes as the vehicle slid to a stop. Immediately multiple hands clasped around her waist, shoulders, and arms. The last she saw of the outside world was the mail, fluttering to the ground. A pitiful scream escaped her lips and a hand firmed itself over her mouth. She noticed the long claws of fingernails. The van was dark save for the lights coming from the speedometer and the glowing of red, hot eyes on her. Using her technique from years of meditation classes, she evened her breathing and lowered her heartbeat, no matter how scared she was.

They must've assumed she was asleep and began to speak quietly. "She's asleep." The one holding her said. He had a dark masculine voice, and she could feel him pressing against her as she lay relaxed on his chest as he sat against a wall. "I want to taste her now." He moaned. It sounded pretty hot to her, actually, but she was far too well trained to let her heartbeat rise even a little.

"All good to those who wait." A sultry voice admonished, she was a sexy female kidnapper. She seemed to sit next to him. Penny felt her sharp nail trail from her delicate cheek down to her neck, over the curve over her rising and falling breasts and stopped around her thigh and pelvic area. "Though, I can certainly see why you would be so impatient. She's quite the girl to eat." 

Kidnapped. It was something women fantasized about. Not Penny. If anything, this was the exact opposite of what she wanted. They were talking about sex! She had had sex, she had had kinky sex, and she had had tied-up-fuck-me sex. And she didn't like it. Plain sex was tops for her. Everything else was for perverts and whores. She wasn't a whore. Though she hadn't made love, because that's what sex was to her, love that is, in a long time she was certainly achy for it. Touching herself was enough for now, she supposed, though it seemed like she wouldn't have to be masturbating to get sexually stimulated. They were all horny, it seemed. There were five of them. Three females, two males. One driving, one in the passenger seat, and three in the back.

Penny must've fallen asleep. When she woke, she was slung up over the same guy's shoulder that she had nuzzled up to in her sleep. "Put me down!" She wailed at him, her fists pounding against the thin sweater on his back, "Put. Me. Down." This went on for a few minutes. 'Put me down' seemed to be the only three words that came out of her mouth, with occasional swearing. Very, very colorful swearing. 

"Geez, Draco, put a muzzle on her." The sultry girl was walking ahead of them. 

She learned six words and growled, "You will not put a muzzle on me!" 

The one they called Draco answered other kidnapper. "I could. I think I'll just spank her instead." His left hand flew to her ass and she heard a noticeable smacking sound against her jeans.

The kidnapped girl gasped, "You did not just do that." 

"More where that came from if you don't keep quiet. If the wolves hear us because of you you're dead meat." A dark voice promised, who she recognized as Vladimir, his voice was a normal voice, not deep and sexy, just normal.

Scared into silence, tears began to drip down her eyes, her sobs were obvious made with her sniffles and choking on her own tears. It was cold, and she shivered involuntarily. "Cold, young one?" Draco murmured with amusement in his voice. They must've been walking for over an hour. 

Penny scowled, "No shit, Sherlock." She yelped as her cheeks were slapped, which was kind of warming. "Well I'm freezing. Couldn't you have kidnapped me during the day when the sun was out?" Virginia would still have been cold in the daylight, but it would've been slightly more tolerable. 

He chuckled, "I thought my wearing the sweater would help." 

"Dick." 

"You'll meet that soon enough. We're almost there, young one, be patient." 

An idea flashed into her mind, despite thoughts of his member. "I can walk. I'm sure I'm heavy on your shoulder. Bad for your back." 

Draco asked around sarcastically, "Do you guys think it's a good idea to let this one walk?" 

"Yes." One of the girls chimed, "Of course, if she runs away we can always chase her. She's yours. Make the decision." 

Suddenly Penny felt herself being placed on the ground. Feeling her feet on the ground was amazing. "Thanks." She muttered and began to walk.

"Wait." He stopped her. She turned and stifled a gasp. He was topless, and his woolen sweater was bundled up in his hands. Draco was glorious. He was fairly muscled, of course not crazy, but he did have a six-pack. His pallor was incredibly white as the moon. "Put this on." He added quickly with a smirk on his hot lips, "for the cold." 

She looked down at the sweater in shock. "Thank you." Penny shrugged it over her shoulders, but the inside was cold for some reason. Still, it shielded. 

"Can we get moving?" Vladimir growled, practically in her ear. "It's getting late." 

They began to walk. Draco walked protectively beside her, and she couldn't help but glance at him every so often. This man was terrifying. He was plainly trying to seduce his victim whom he had kidnapped. Penny knew it was working. For the first five minutes of their walking all five or her assailants were very attentive of her. Then it went to just Draco and the woman whose name was Vicki who he conversed. Then it was just Draco, and then even he wasn't paying attention.

Taking her biggest chance, she bounded to her left into the woods. She heard Draco curse, but she didn't care. Thanking whoever was upstairs that she wore sneakers, she raced on. A voice, which sounded like him, threatened, stop now and I'll go easy on you, young one. That only drove her to push on. Already their little game had gotten inside her head. It must've been Stockholm. Nothing else seemed plausible. Heart pounding, feet pacing, the voice boomed in her head, Stop! From what it sounded, it seemed like this was her last chance. Penny felt crazy and wondered how many years of therapy it would take for her to feel okay about this. 

Suddenly, she was pushed to the ground, tackled easily as if she were a rag doll. His right hand clasped her dainty wrists over her head. Huffing in shock, she looked up at Draco. "I was hoping, young one," He growled, "that you wouldn't be so irritatingly predictable. You have annoyed me considerably, and now my sweater is dirty. I hope you're content." Menacing, he bared his teeth, the pointed canines, his pointed ears and flaming red eyes, like bloody roses. 

"Please—I'm sorry." Penny stammered. 

Draco growled, "Bare you're neck, slave." He straddled on top of her. She could've sworn that she would be raped then and there but he was after a different sustenance.

Knowing he was the real deal, she looked up at him, quivering. "Please, don't." 

"I'm getting tired of waiting, young one." He admitted, "It doesn't hurt as much when you're willing. Bare the left side of your neck, slave." Draco's eyes glowed with passion. 

Uncontrollable tears cascaded down her cheeks, which he wiped away sympathetically. Situating herself comfortably on the ground, she whimpered, "Will it hurt?" 

He sighed, his voice still a low growl. "Of the few occasions it has happened to me, young one, it can range from being an orgasm to being Hell." 

Breathing in and out, she stretched out her neck to her right shoulder, she waited. Penny felt his cold fingers brushing her black raven hair to the side, she winced at his touch. Then felt it. It was like a draining bite, taking her blood and thoughts away. There was a thrumming in her mind, as she felt his consciousness inside of her. It was excruciatingly painful though. Draco felt a scream forming at her lips and he told her placed a finger over her lip.

Dizzy, a little faintish, she felt him draw back. He kissed the piercings of her skin on her neck, and immediately they seemed to heal. He brushed the tears off her face, by her lower eyelid. Draco stood, and extended a hand towards her. She rejected his help, and as soon as she was on her feet she stumbled and fell onto his standing figure. He was awkward, and smirked. Her kidnapper picked her up over her shoulder, and she didn't fight it. Penny was exhausted and didn't care when he began to run. She was already dozing off over his naked shoulder. Apparently he was a vampire.

She felt herself on a soft, fur covered bed. "You're awake." He murmured. Penny felt the glowing of anticipation in his mind as he spread eagled her four limbs to the four bed posts. Flailing wildly, she remembered what had happened. Draco chuckled as he held down her last free limb, her right leg down. "You slept all through the day, young one."

Her head whirled around the room. It was like a redecorated crypt. In the corner there was a lovely mahogany coffin, which was open to reveal the plush white lining. There was a fireplace that was dying out and a loveseat sofa. Floors and walls were dark grey stones that had shadows from the fire and candles around the room, as well lit as it was. The bed was a queen, covered in furs and was a canopy. It was cozy, she supposed. Everything looked ancient and medieval until she looked at the nightstand by the bed, which had a clock and a lamp. It was nine at night, and she was still a little weakened. 

Noticing her shock, he got on top of her and told her plainly, "I'm a vampire, young one. You need to sleep during the day or not sleep at all. Consider yourself lucky that you get the choice, slave." Draco, of course, was fully clothed in ratty jeans and a long-sleeved mustard-colored shirt.

"Slave?!" 

He cupped her breast possessively and roughly over the cloth the tank top, as he must have stripped her of the sweater and pants. It was just the spaghetti strap black thing and the purple lace panties. "Yes, you are my slave. Mine to do as I please, all of your former choices, sexual orientation, and lifestyle is no longer. I decide what you are to me, and to those I let have you." Draco was reading her mind, "Yes, other's will fuck you and suck your blood, it's not rape if I own you and let them use you. Your body is mine to have. I will decide what you can and can't do. You make no choice, you have no free will, and you are not leaving no matter how much you beg me. You are below me, slave. A mortal has no other use in this house other than to feed and entertain the vampires." He added lastly, "You are my slave first, but you will serve and obey everyone else here. Am I understood?" 

Feeling the hot anger and heat within in him, she nodded, "Yes." 

"Address me as Sir Draco, slave." Without knowing what he was feeling, she knew that he would love that word on his tongue. Belittling her had gotten him hard against his denim. Penny inhaled him for the first time. This one smelt like the woods, and blood. Of course. The whole bed reeked of it. 

"Yes, Sir Draco," She muttered. He was so pleased, this aura in her mind glowing happily. His teeth bared, she shut her eyes in fear. "Please—I—I can't." 

A whistle of the air, her left cheek stung. He had slapped her, "Address me as Sir Draco, don't make me repeat myself, and lastly, if you keep your eyes open you'll see that I'm not hungry." 

Opening her eyes, she yelped as his teeth began to rip at her restrictive top. Her breasts spilled out. He tore the clothing away and tossed it impassively on the floor. Gazing down at her he murmured an incoherent compliment. He began to lightly kiss her breasts. His teeth grazed over her nipple, and she knew that he had to smell the heatedness in in her wet panties. 

"Stop!" She struggled against her restraints. Penny's head thrashed back and forth. The fringe of her bangs brushing her eyebrows dramatically. Attempting to buck him off of her, he held her down and slapped the right breast. There was a noticeable red hand as she winced. "Please, I'll give you anything! Stop." She didn't sob, but instead breathed heavily. 

He began to plant kisses trailing down her stomach towards her shaved pussy. Penny gasped as she stopped, staring down at him. He fished something out of his pocket. It looked like a large stapler remover but upon further inspection it looked like vampire teeth. "What are you doing?" 

His threats hung in the air like smoke wafting. "Don't speak, slave." He held it up for her to see. "I'm going to put this on your neck, so you associate being bitten with pleasure. Call it conditioning." Draco's fingers brushed her right shoulder, and she bared her neck by instinct. Penny winced as she felt the fake teeth clamp down. It throbbed. He resumed the kisses, his lips brushing her unresponsive ones. She was practically frozen in her place. She took a long blink. The pain the only thing occupying her mind. He could sense it too, and she could sense his pleasure. She was beautiful. 

He got up from the bed, and she whimpered at his form. The stripped of his shirt seductively. His muscles gaping. He took off his jeans, revealing his bulging member. It was roughly six inches, and fairly thick. Pain in her neck, she didn't notice that he was on top of her until it was too late. Penny practically jumped. He chuckled darkly, and his head went to her neck as he lapped up the spilling of blood coming from the neck clamp.

Suppressing a moan, she felt the pleasure and amusement in on his mind, as well as the overpowering longing. Draco was tired of waiting. "Tell me that you want to be fucked." 

Looking up at him, she shook her head, biting her lip. "Please, I don't want you to."

Twisting her nipple, she yelped as tears sprung to her eyes, he growled, "What you want no longer matters, slave. Now, tell me." The pressure increased, and she could feel his total pleasure in her pain. 

"I want to be fucked." She whispered, looking up at him, silently pleading with him. 

Draco gritted his teeth "Again. Louder." 

What? She thought angrily, I already said it, but she appeased, speaking a little bit louder, "I—I want to be fucked." 

He raised an eyebrow, and with his claws he ripped her soaked panties off. Without that hesitation he put himself inside of her and began to make rough strokes. It was stretching and amazingly wonderful. The pain her neck was being ignored as he pushed and pulled inside of her. She was building up to a beautiful orgasm when he came inside of her, and pulled out. Penny whimpered with feelings of longing. She felt his explosion of pleasure, but only the fringes, barely anything. He removed the clamp, which helped some, and lapped up the red liquid.

"Please, Sir Draco." She cried, "You left me unfulfilled."

Smirking, he traced a nail around and around on her shoulder, sending spikes of pleasure down to her pussy. "Did you know, that since I sucked your blood, I can actually tell when you're about to orgasm?" He asked in a seductive voice. "You could tell when I was, but you couldn't act accordingly."

She scowled, "You're despicable." Then she felt his spike in pleasure. 

"Do tell me more." He purred. 

"No." She tossed. Her stomach growled. Hunger, never had she been so famished for food before.

Her kidnapper sprung up to her restraints. "I could tempt you with some food." Helping her up, Draco gestured towards the door. 

"What the hell? No! I'm naked." Covering herself with one of the fur blankets was the first thing she did. It was a nice black wolf pelt, from a big wolf. 

He flitted behind her and murmured, "You're beautiful, and you're mine. All of my brothers and sisters will see you. I don't want you to wear clothes." Pulling the pelt off of her and tossing it to the bed, she could feel his breath hot on her neck. 

Crossing her arms, she planted her feet on the ground. "I'm not leaving without clothing." 

Attempting to persuade her. "What are you ashamed of? This is who you are now."

Penny shook her head, and his anger was slowly boiling up. "No." 

"Then stay here, and starve while other vampires come in here, suck your blood, and fuck you. You won't last a week." 

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Then she felt as though she had been stabbed in the heart, and realized that that was how he felt. 

He scowled, and masked his sadness with anger and disgust. "I wouldn't. Mostly because you're great sex and delicious. You will eat." 

"Not naked I won't." Resolved, she sat back down on the bed.

Draco sighed and gritted his teeth. "I don't want to argue, I don't want to make you, but I will. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." The threat in his mind was clear. He smiled as she stood, "Keep your head up. Be proud." 





Author's note: Thanks for reading, till next time!

The Blood Slave Ch. 02



"I told you to keep your head up." He growled at her. Draco flicked her ass as he walked behind her. She was walking too slowly again.

Penny tilted her head up. Her hair was in her face, and she didn't bother. This girl didn't want to be seen like this. The way the robe happily flapped open at her brisk walk. Her sex exposed and her nipples hard against the chiffon thing that was this terrible robe, a blush on her face. Humiliating was a total understatement, but she didn't have a thesaurus at hand, so that word would do. 

"Don't cross your arms." 

"Sorry." She mumbled incoherently. The girl was drained of all life. And her neck hurt, and she was completely denied of pleasure. What kind of sicko did that? Oh right, Draco, her apparent master, did. Her hands fell numbly to her side as they walked down the corridor. She could still feel him in his mind, and wasn't sure if that was to her advantage or not. Draco, no, Sir Draco seemed mostly annoyed and irritated, a little playful, and kind of horny. 

"Don't mumble." 

Thinking to herself, does everything bother him? His grumpiness shouldn't be pushed on her. Penny didn't even know what was bothering him. Which was ridiculous, she didn't do anything, anyway. All she did was lie there and cry while he raped her and sucked her blood. If anything, he should be in a good mood. Shouldn't he? Or was he remorseful. The thoughts went through her head. 

"I heard that!" He snapped. Draco stopped, and sighed, "If you insist on knowing, you're bad mood is directly affecting me, which directly affects you." 

Penny shook her head, disagreeing. "Forgive me, Sir. You kidnapped me." And didn't let me orgasm, and also sucked my blood, but you know. 

His arm went around her waist as he turned her to face him. Fear struck through her. "One more peep out of you, young one, slave, I will take that robe from you, and spank you in front of everyone." 

I can't control my thoughts! She thought defensively. "Yes, Sir Draco." 

Sir Draco scowled at her, "You've been warned, slave." 

They continued walking until they stopped at an archway. There was a soft harp playing, while the five vampires chatted quietly. Vicki was a cat-like dark blonde, brown-eyed vampire with sharp features. Vlad looked like her twin, he was also lean. There was a redhead whose name was Phoenix, who had a slightly above average build. Lastly there was Marcus. He looked to be a sulky leader. 

Vicki murmured, meanwhile staring at her, as she stood frozen next to the doorway. "The lovely dish of the hour." 

"Oh stop!" Phoenix laughed at her, "You're making her wince." 

"Come, slave." He told her. "Kneel." Draco indicated to a spot on the floor in between his legs and Vicki's legs. It was a stone floor. She sat up straight, her ass resting on her ankles. Penny looked down. The robe didn't conceal anything, and it didn't shield her from the cold. Her nipples were even harder. There was a blazing fire, but she was nowhere close to it, as Draco sat furthest from it. The shadows danced off her skin. 

"So, I have to ask how she tastes." Marcus murmured, a slight German inflection in his voice, though it was still mainly American. "Anyone can smell fantastic and taste mediocre." 

Sir Draco was mentally glowing with glee. They really liked her. "Oh, she's wonderful, Marcus." 

She felt fingers brushing back her hair forcefully, her eyes widened with fear. "You really shouldn't let her keep her hair this way. How else will you get your teeth on her neck?" Swiftly, her hair was tied tightly in a floppy bun, and her bangs fell to her face. The two hands left her head and she repressed a sigh of relief. Then they went to her right boob, cupping it, the fingers twirling around her nipple. A gasp this time escaped her lips. "She's so much fun to scare, you know." Vicki pinched her pink tip in the least bit gentle way. Then she let go and went on as though nothing had happened. 

Vlad sat across from where he was on the couch, and stared at her. "I must know when we all get our turn with her." 

"Oh?" Draco hid his anxiety well. "I suppose Vicki has staked her claim for tonight?" He chuckled at his slave. She was visibly terrified at the prospect. "Slave!" He barked at her. She screamed in fright and fell over, onto Vicki's legs. The four of them laughed, but Draco. Growling, he told her, "Stand. Up." She knew he was only acting this way because he was nervous, but it was no excuse!

Frantic to get up, she placed her hands behind her back and tried to look submissive. "Yes, Sir Draco?" She blurted.

"Go back to your room and wait for your Mistress." 

"But I—" She held up a finger. This slave didn't even know where her room was. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. "You didn't just attempt to contradict me, did you?" 

"No!" Penny stammered, "I just don't—"

The vampire held up a hand, and she fell silent, "Come here, slave." Draco patted his knee. "Over my knee," he explained. 

"Please, I—"

"No." She could feel the threat in his mind as she knelt over his knee. "Count."

A hand whizzed and she felt a sharp sting on her left cheek. "One." The breath taken out of her.

"You disobeyed me." 

Tears formed, dripping down her eyelashes and onto her face as she was over him. Her breast jiggled slightly every time. This was painful, and annoying. "Two." 

"I told you to go to you room." 

She cried out. "Three." 

"And you didn't." 

"Four." Penny breathed. I don't know where the damn bed room is! She mentally screamed at him. 

The rest of the spanking was silent. She counted to ten and without another peep as she sobbed. The slave went to her room with a sandwich and a cola soda. Draco gave her directions mentally, and she wondered how long it would take before Vicki would be there. The sandwich had chicken salad on it, and it was the best freaking sandwich she had ever had. Penny didn't know just how ravished she was for food. The sugar in the soda really helped with the whole loss of blood thing. 

Vicki, the minx, entered her room fully clothed. She had played with girls before, and liked it, it was just odd. A vampire! She watched as Penny slowly sipped the last of her soda. "You're not done eating?" 

"Sorry, Mistress." Setting down her soda, she watched as this seemingly young girl sauntered over to her, her hips swaying beautifully. Frozen in her chair as she stood behind her. Her hands placed on her stomach as her nails glided up to where her breasts were. She cupped them roughly, and Penny let a tortured moan stay from her quivering lips.

"Afraid, pet?" 

Nodding, slowly, she whispered, "Terrified." 

Her teeth clamped on her neck and she screamed out as Vicki sucked her blood. She didn't take much, and the vampire drew away, licking the wounds and laughed, "Good. I like it when you're on your toes." She waltzed over to a few draws. "I also liked the pink on your gorgeous ass, and thought I'd repeat the measure." 

Penny was standing, and whimpered. "Please, Mistress." 

Shaking her head, she told the young girl as though she were a toddler. "Come now, slave, more complaints and I'll punish you further." Vicki escorted her to one of the bed posts. "Hands above your head." She revealed two pieces of rope. One around her ankles and one around her wrists. 

Shaking, she shut her eyes. There were no more pleases on her lips. No cry for mercy. It was very clever of Draco and Vicki to suck her blood before having sex, or kinky times. Mainly because she was too exhausted from the ordeal to fight it off. It was a light whipping, which led to a lot of tears and such from Penny's end. 

Her Mistress stripped in front of her. She started with her shirt, pulling it off slowly to reveal a lacy black bra. Then she seductively took her tight jeans off, revealing a red thong that left nothing to her imagination. It was soaked. Vicki led her defeated body to the floor and she her legs for Penny, in her face. "Pleasure me, slave." 

She had to use her teeth to take off the panties as Vicki took off the bra, which proved difficult, and made her wild with lust. Her breasts were lovely, her nipples a light pink, only slightly darker than the areola. Tentatively bring her lips to this vampire's glistening clitoris, she kissed her, then began to lick furiously. This mistress tasted so delicious. Her tongue entered and exited her as Vicki held her head to her moist sex as she tasted her fruit. Penny sucked obediently on her clit, stimulating it and driving her wild. She blew lightly into her as the Mistress went through an orgasm. 

Recovering, she told the slave to get on the bed. "Spread your legs." 

Giddy with finally getting much needed release, she hopped onto the bed eagerly and spread her legs. "Thank you, Mistress!" She cried out happily. 

Vicki tied Penny up quickly, quickly enough for her to barely notice until she was attaching a large strap on onto the young slave and straddling it. "If you come without my permission, slave, I will punish you." She also had a remote in her hand. Pressing a button, it began to vibrate, buzzing against the top of her vagina. The vampire began to moan in ecstasy. A hand flew to Penny's breast and cried out in pleasure. As she bounced up and down the slave looked at her breasts as they jumped up and down at her thrusts, the nipples hardened, glorious. 

She didn't find release though, the strap-on dick's vibrations and the fucking wasn't close enough to her clit, and it only left her hanging. But Vicki did for a second time, then a third, and to Penny's green envy a fourth. When the vampire had enough, she stopped impaling herself on the now glistening dick. Standing on her knees on the bed, she unattached the dick and turned off the vibrations. 

The faux phallus at Penny's lips, the Mistress told her to clean it off. She knew she would have to suck it as Vicki thrust the thing in and out of her mouth, until the whole thing was in there. The vampire turned on a low vibration setting as she licked and blew that cock clean. When it was clean, and all the toys were put away, Vicki gathered her clothing, and dressed. She left without another word. Penny was still tied up, very aroused, and lonely. 

Draco came in what felt like an hour later, and she could feel his happiness from the look on his face and in his mind. He untied her and she sat on the bed, looking at him. "I'm curious about something, Sir." 

"Ask away, young one." He smoothed her hair lightly. 

She asked him quietly. "Why can't I feel Ms. Vicki in my mind like I do with you?" 

There was some amusement, "Because I'm the first person to suck your blood, and therefore, have staked my claim to owning you. Until I give up that claim, you will always feel me, as I you." 

"Oh." A claim. She was a slave. Draco sucking her blood had sealed that deal. It wouldn't surprise her if he had let her run off for the sole purpose. 

"Yes, I think you would go insane if you heard every vampire in our little nest." He laughed. Like someone who owned a pet, he kissed her forehead and told her it was time for bed. Not bothering to tie her up, he looked the door and went to sleep in his coffin as the sun rose. 

Penny didn't intend to sleep. Other things were in mind. 

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Author's note: Thanks for the awesome feedback and comments. Keep them coming!  



The Blood Slave Ch. 03



She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was around noon. Penny looked up towards the coffin where her completely terrible master, Draco, slept. Vampire's night was her daytime. Her only chance. She was cautious though. Very cautious still. It had been a week in this hellhole for Penny. Now he was just being careless, unless of course, he wanted her to escape. 

The shackles that kept her hands above her head weren't fastened tight enough. Her hands could slip through with relative ease. She hopped up, and tiptoed to the chair by his bed. His clothes were still draped over them from when he took them off to sleep. Even vampires sleep naked, apparently. She slipped on what turned out to be another sweater, as though he was constantly freezing. Penny was always frigid, perhaps their connection made it worse for the two of them. Fear had stricken through her. Perhaps her consciousness had awoken his? Ears trained on his coffin and his mind, he was dreaming.

The sweater was lovely and long enough to cover her ass and sex, but the pants fell to her ankles as soon as she began to walk. Too loose. She slipped them off, and tried the socks on for size. Perfect. This would be an easy escape, she could tell. It was time to go. Penny hadn't fully broken yet, but her resolve had been slipping, and she was constantly exhausted from bloodsucking mayhem. The young girl had a life back home, and people that missed her and needed her. 

Opening the door, she almost let out a cry of glee. Penny was expecting an obstacle of a locked door. She went sideways through the door, lest any cold air get out. Homestretch now. She cascaded down the hall, her feet flying. There was the door. Recognizing it as the one she had come through originally, she opened it and was practically blinded by the sun. She wanted to dance, to skip and jump, she was no longer a slave! This would be the easiest part. All she had to do was get out of the woods before the sun set in the western sky.

Starting on a light jog, she thought about how weak she was. They had fed her one big meal at dinner but then she would wake up hungry, starving by lunch, and insane by dinner. Vicious cycles. 

A wolf howled, she looked around warily in the forest, but saw nothing. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest, feeling exposed. Penny thought to herself, how convenient if a wolf killed me, then I wouldn't have to explain myself and my state. Still, nothing happened, not like she was disappointed. Living was lovely. Except with the vampires, then it kind of sucked. Somehow, living around the dead had made her feel dead. Another howl, a different wolf. Closer. 

Penny jumped. "Don't be afraid, Miss." She whirled to around to a gentle-speaking man. He looked older, at least thirty-five. "I don't mean to harm you." 

Wary, she took a step away from me. Penny tried to give him a weak smile, "Just, point me in the direction out of these woods." She was nervous. They made her jumpy. They stood, like they were looking at a piece of property.

"No, I can't do that, dearie." He soothed. "Have any of those nasty vampires imprinted on you?" 

She heard the word. It was her connection with Draco. If she said yes, he would probably kill her. If she said no, Draco could always find her if things got hairy. "No." Penny was stepping backwards as he was stepping forward. She had walked a few miles into the woods, away from the house. It was too late. The idiot girl had back straight into another guy. She turned to face them both. "Please just leave me alone. I want to go home." They were both ripped muscle wise. 

"No can do baby." The one on the left shook his head. He had olive skin and reddish brown hair. "Come with us. We'll treat you right." 

Looking down, a smirk on her face, she shook her head, even though she was frightened in broad daylight. "No thanks, just show me how to get out of here and I'll go." 

"Just grab her, Jet. She's not coming no matter how you persuade her." He had a country accent. He seemed a little bit older than his partner and her.

Jet, apparently, agreed. "Last chance, baby." 

Penny didn't wait as she ran from them. Not in the direction of the vampire's house, mind you, but she did run. Her feet pounding the ground, she knew that they would be bloody and that the socks would be covered in dirt and mood. The wind rushed through her hair, which was tied up from the night before. Arms pumping, and breathing hard, she didn't dare look back behind her.

Draco awoke in a furious panic. It was nine at night, but he had been plagued with nightmares. Penny was in trouble. His slave. Glancing to her bed, he hoped that they were just dreams. He was dead wrong. She had escaped. He cursed aloud, her consciousness so powerful in her state of fear. 

Werewolves had kidnapped her. It was so typical of them to take sloppy seconds. They were beasts, who were fucking the hell out of her. The evil creatures had started out being real sweet. The females fed her generously, and she showered and chatted. Then of course, the males had gotten animalistic and rough with her. 

She was led to a bedroom, with two of the male werewolves. His slave was wary. Penny looked around, and she wondered how she could get these dogs to leave her body alone. All day they had casually brushed up against her, hugged her tightly and grabbed her ass when it was easy to take. It set her on edge. They had dressed her in a tank top and lacy bra that were both to small on her. The tank top was too tight, and the bra was pushing her breasts upward. The top of the cups were visible, and it was driving her insane.

"Are you sure none of the vampires imprinted you?" The redheaded, tan boy inquired. He had been watching her, along with all the groping. She would turn around to see his sly smile constantly, every few hours. Creeps.

"They didn't, Jet," Penny lied, "listen, I appreciate all this, but I really need to leave now."

The vampire sighed in relief, there was hope. Werewolves killed imprinted humans on site, and she was wise to lie. Now he could at least find her. If he wanted to. That was a tough decision. His slave had run away! Of course, he could understand why, but did he still want her? Draco didn't even know if he could trust her with them. 

"No, no," Jet replied, "Come onto the bed, it's nice." 

Draco was worried sick as she went on, "No, thank you." The werewolf blocked the doorway casually, and Penny couldn't get by. 

"Please, pretty girl?" Jet chuckled darkly, his eyes trained on her chest, "We won't bite." 

She nervously laughed with him. "I've been spent for the past week. I think I'll just go to bed."

I can come get you. He mentally thought to her, she physically was shocked, say the word, and I'm there. It was true, it wouldn't be too difficult. The werewolves and the vampires had problems, but surely they would be fair about giving them back the slave. 

Draco could feel her shaking her head, and thinking back, laughing to herself, I think I'll stick with the guys who don't suck my blood.

Enjoy him, he growled at her, they're beasts in bed, you know. He walked towards the lounge to tell his friends what became of her while she was being raped by animals. 

Penny was pushed onto the bed by Jet as he was trying to tie her wrists above her. "Don't you dare touch me!" She hissed up at him. Pulling her hands out of his reach, she attempted to fight him off, but he was so much stronger. Almost as strong as Draco, but still, Penny was just as trapped under him as she would have been under the vampire.

Jet smiled down at her, and growled like a dog. "I will." 

"Get off of me!" He didn't tie down her legs, as she delivered a swift kick to Jet's groin. He rolled over, and fell onto the floor, whooping. It must've been a basic instinct, and when he realized that he wasn't in pain, he stood up and pushed her roughly back onto the bed. Yellow amber came over his eyes, like an animal.

Jet was smarter this go around. Plus, she was far too petrified, despite her weak struggles. Her wrist's was tied down above her head before she knew what was happening. He held her legs down as he began to change into a red wolf bigger than average. He nipped her shoulder and she cried out. There was no gentleness to him as he forced his cock into her pussy. This werewolf was huge and inhuman as he howled in pleasure, meanwhile tears and dog drool stained her face. She quickly decided that having sex with a vampire was better. Penny didn't attempt to stifle her screams as his dick plowed into her, threatening to tear her apart. Jet was biting at her shoulder, and licking her face. Dog breath. His claws scraped her arms, legs, and breasts as he ran them down roughly over her. His member went deeply into her walls, scraping and stretching in places she hadn't been stretched before, but it wasn't a good feeling. He was incredibly hairy, and it was incredibly uncomfortable for his bitch of a girl. 

His hot jism came into her, and flooded her insides as he came. She climaxed afterwards, against her will. Jet changed back into a human, untied her, and locked the door behind her, promising to see her very soon. Alone in the room, she stepped into the bathroom, and, noticing the tub, began run a bath for herself.

Swallowing every ounce of pride, she thought to herself. Draco, please, I'm sorry! There was no way she could stay with these animals. Penny was rubbing her hands over where he had nipped her and clawed at her. He had drawn blood, and it was staining her hands, her body, and the water in the tub. Inspecting her cunt, she was thankful that nothing tore there.

He looked up from his group as they sat in the lounge. She hated their sex that quickly. I could always let you stay there for a few more days, punishment with dogs? He thought mentally to her, amused. She had laughed at him earlier. His slave had told her that as long as they didn't suck her blood everything was okay and better than him. The young one didn't sense it, but that had hurt him a little bit. It's not like he could help that he sucked blood to get sustenance. That was his way of life, and he had believed that she had accepted it.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Penny was desperate, and he was pleased. Draco could feel her displeasure, her pain. You can't leave me to them! 

I can. He affirmed. But the sun is rising in the east, and I have to go to bed. I doubt you'll be getting sleep. It was too early to get up. He would burn in the sun, and then she would die. 

Tears on her face, she cried out to his mind, please, I'll do anything, Sir Draco. 

Make all the promises you want, slave, He laughed as he got into his coffin, you'll do anything regardless of whether you want to or not as long as I order it. 

"I can imagine doing this to you every day." Jet was in the bathroom, staring down at the bloody tub, where her body sat. Penny was sort of thankful that there was enough blood and soap to conceal her body. "Couldn't you?"

"Please—let me go." She whispered. "I just want to go home." Home felt like Draco at the moment. Feeling his unconsciousness, she knew what it was like to be excluded from all of it.

"Nah." He disagreed. "You're too good in bed." 

Penny sat at the kitchen table the next morning, frazzled as usual. Her coffee cup was shaking in her hands. Her bra had disappeared last night, and although she knew who to blame, she also knew that he wouldn't be giving it back any time soon. "Mary?" She asked her quietly, not wanting to draw any attention to herself.

"Hmm?" She answered. Mary was a blonde, pigtailed girl in a checked sundress. It was cute on her. The country girl was roughly her age, a little younger. She wasn't a werewolf, but was happily married to Sam, the leader who had helped Jet kidnap her yesterday. Sam was at least twenty years Mary's senior.

"What exactly does an imprint mean?" 

"Oh," She smiled down at her. "A vampire chooses who he or she imprints. It's a mental connection for life. When a bloodsucker does this they pour part of their own mind into their victim. There are some nasty spooky side effects." 

"Like?" 

"Well—um," Mary was cooking, and hated when other people helped her, and forbid Penny from assisting, "The leech can't never suck anyone else's blood, it's like eating a different cereal other than your favorite, it's difficult and unsatisfying. And the imprinted human has to have his or her blood sucked by the leech every so often or they get sick and eventually die." 

She jumped slightly. "Die?" Mary's eyes squinted at her, noticing her jump. Dying was not something she wanted to do. That sounded quite horrible. Even if she was alive, she knew that she would try to go home to her house and family. A death just made that impossible.

"Die." The hick confirmed. "You sure you're not imprinted?" 

"No." Penny hastily lied, "It's for life?" 

The country girl nodded, "There are benefits. Humans live twice as long if they're imprinted. Though, at what cost with the bloodsuckers?"

Draco, she asked him mentally, are you coming or not? Penny didn't want to die. Are all those things she said about imprints true? Will I become a werewolf?

They are, unfortunately. He admitted, I'm coming, don't worry, the imprint protects you, and the werewolf can't give you a changing bite during sex.

It was conveniently late at night. Penny was still on vampire's schedule, so staying up during the day was rough, as well as staying up at night. Mary and Jet had stayed up with her. Jet sat next to her, and she winced whenever he came near to her. His hand traveled to her thigh, rubbing her jeans lightly. His other arm was wrapped around her, and rested on her chest casually. Suddenly he jumped up, and sounded the alarm. Vampires were near. 

The werewolves were heading out the door as Mary and Penny, the only two complete humans followed. She was happier with wolves fucking her, whereas Penny couldn't wait to see Draco. You'll be safe, right? The slave, or soon-to-be-reinstated slave, couldn't believe that she was worried. 

We'll be fine. We just want to talk. He assured her. 

"You imprinted her!?" Jet exclaimed as they reached the semicircle of werewolves. Mary looked at her, eyes wide with fear. Half the werewolves bared their teeth at her, growling.

Penny breathed, and listened, Draco was speaking, "Yes. If you don't give my slave back to me I think we can all guess how this will end." 

Sam looked back at Penny, "There are ways to remove imprints, sir, if you don't want her, and are willing to cooperate we can make that happen."

Her master shook his head, "No, thank you, I've heard of this witchcraft, and I know the cost. Just give her to me." 

"Surely, we can work out a compromise." Jet seemed attached. 

"No." Draco told them, "If I want her to come by and see you, I'll send her your way, but otherwise, it's a no." Penny could tell that the promise to send her back was as empty as Jet's head. The imprint let her know, but it was tricky, as he was very convincing.

"Come on, Jet." Sam told him gruffly, "You had your fun, give him back his slave." 

The path cleared, Penny walked up to Draco, who hid his happiness well. "Thank you all." Him, and the group, left without another word. 

"Draco, I—" She tried to explain on the walk back to the house. 

He whirled on her and drove her back into a tree. Draco practically ripped her neck open as he sucked her blood. It felt like hell. She cried out. Weakened, he growled, "I could just kill you, slave!" Everything inside of him was raw anger. The slave had supposed that he had been containing it well before. Now he was just pissed.



The Blood Slave Ch. 04



Author's Note: This chapter is a little bit longer, went crazy with the length. Whoops. It's worth the length, I promise! 

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Marcus came into her room, it was around lunch, as she sat around starving. He looked at her naked figure. Draco had forbidden clothes, and she was holding up his rule religiously. When he had come into the room, she looked up expectantly, but was only disappointed. Her master, the one she was imprinted to, had been giving her the cold shoulder. She tried not to look a little disappointed. Penny had tied up her hair, it was always tied up now, and she wondered if they would ever cut it short.

Sitting on the bed, she bared her neck quickly, feeling numb as Marcus bit into her. It was ritual. He sucked her blood and handed her a soda with a straw. Slightly relaxed, as losing so much blood normally left her a little light-headed, he bent her over his knee gently. Her breasts hung over his knees, dangling precariously every time one of them shifted in the slightest. 

Leather snaked across her back as she felt the vampire rubbing it on her skin. It was coarse, and it smelled like it hadn't been oiled in a while. This would hurt. Her pussy was wet with anticipation. Not expecting the blow, the first crackle of the thing was on her left ass cheek. Penny's eyes were teary, but her clit was erect, waiting like a lioness on the hunt. Marcus delivered another blow to her right, mirroring the red mark it made on the left. A pattern formed on her round cheeks. His right hand went to one of cheeks, as he pressed her thumb against the mark, she winced, and he complimented her glorious globes. This went on for eighteen more strokes of the little whip. She had stained his pants with her juices. 

"Thank you, little one." Marcus murmured to her, after rubbing her ass with some cream to alleviate the pain. "I'll try to tell Draco to forgive you."

She smiled up at him, she liked him, and he was only second to her master. "Thank you, Sir." 

Looking down, she watched through her lashes as he left quietly. Penny sighed and lied down on the bed. She had been doing a lot of crying. Curling up into a ball, she tried shutting her eyes. Sleep didn't come. It was only one in the morning, the afternoon. The door opened and she looked up warily. It wasn't dinner time yet. Now she was wondering who wanted to have sex with her now. Why now? The girl was a crying, hot mess over someone who had kidnapped her and raped her and sucked her blood. Mental. She knew it was crazy to care so much.

Draco! He sulked in and looked down on her coldly, "Bare your neck, Slave." Those were the only four words he had spoken to her in the last week. Ever since she ran away it was as though she was dead to him, though she was still human.

"No." She sniffled, pulling the covers around her. Defiant, she scrunched up her neck and head, like there was none. Penny felt like a ridiculously emotional turtle.

He blinked slowly down at her, "Slave, bare your neck."

"No!" Penny spoke up defiantly. Looking him in her tear stained eyes, she denied him clearly.

"Why not?" Her master whispered quietly, like he was losing his voice, but the anger was there. Draco was hungry, and only when he was famished would he come and feed off of her.

"Because," she cried, not meeting his gaze, "I don't want to live if you're just going to hate me!" 

Sitting on the bed, he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't hate you, young one." It wasn't convincing, he was annoyed, and irritated, but he wasn't whispering.

"Yes you do." His slave wept. "You're completely shut off. All you ever do is suck my blood. I miss you, you know." That last part shocked her as the words burst past her lips. You miss him? She thought angrily to herself, what is wrong with you? 

Draco pushed her down, and got on top of her, growling. "It's the imprint."

Hot, Penny could feel her cunt juices dripping out of her, she squirmed under her, trying to wrestle free, but his hands were on her shoulders, firm, strong hands. "You saved me." 

"You escaped." His hands tied hers above her head. "If you escaped me, couldn't you escape them?" 

"They kidnapped me." Penny pointed out, she was anticipating him, and what he would do, "And your shackles were too loose." The sweat on her brow was a mixture of fear, lust, and anger.

Biting her nipple, practically chewing her nipple, she gasped, and he responded, "You let them rape you. I saw. You didn't fight them off nearly as much as you fought off me." 

"So? They weren't going to suck my blood." 

His lips brushed her sensually as he bit her lower lip tenderly. "You love it." 

"I love it when you do it, as opposed to everyone else." It was true. The imprint made it pleasurable with Draco and torture with everyone else. Which was torture. Lately, with his distance and her sadness, he sucking her blood had become just as painful as everything else.

"You hate it when I rape you." 

She nodded, trying to resist him, but she was weak. "Do your worst." Penny dared.

His icy pointer finger ran over her cheek, she couldn't push his hand away, "Why no struggle?" 

Because I just got you back to myself and I don't want to lose you again, she thought to herself. "I don't know," Penny lied. She still hated it. The kinkiness was awful. Her disgust wasn't very well hidden.

"You never lost me in the first place, little one." 

A blush crept up her cheeks like a parasite. What are you doing? A voice inside her yelled, he doesn't love you! "Oh?" 

"Yes. I was being a fool." Draco admitted sheepishly. "You'd think a five-hundred year old vampire would grow up a little." He kissed her forehead possessively.

"Is raping me a phase too?" 

He slapped her across the face, and she cried out. "No." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, pissed. "Get off of me, Draco. This isn't cute anymore." 

"Oh?" Draco chuckled. "I think I'm really cute." 

"Stop it." Penny growled up at his smirking figure. He was still fully clothed, but his member pressed against her pelvic area. Her sex was betraying her like a slut, it was wet and needy for him.

A finger was thrust into her roughly. "I think you like this, slave." 

"No, I don't." She protested, trying to buck him off. "Draco!" 

Biting her nipple roughly, he growled, "Sir. Draco." 

Penny screamed, tears in her eyes. "Please, Sir Draco." It was a painful pleasure as he finger fucked her and bit and nipped her breasts. Her cunt juices were moistening the furs under her, and making that obvious slurping noise. He was stretching her insides as he was pumping inside of her, while his thumb toyed with her clit. But she was climbing upwards to an orgasm. Spectacular. He stopped, and she cried out. A longing noise, she was left alone. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," He feigned innocence, "I thought you hated this." 

She sighed, her head flopped onto the pillow in defeat. "Whatever." Penny shut her eyes and tried to climb downward, but it was difficult. Draco was still on top of her. He placed his fingers on her lips. Sucking them greedily, she was trying to get so close. Penny's juices tasted so sweet on her desperate tongue. They smelt lovely, a tangy sweetness, as well, and glistened on Draco's finger.

Pulling the fingers out, he shook his head. "After running away, do you really think I'm going to let you come?" 

The slave groaned in frustration as his teeth grazed her lips sensually. Desperate, she kissed him, and he slapped her across the face. Stinging her face, it didn't hurt so bad as it would've a few days ago. Used to the pain, she supposed. "No, take what I give you, young one." 

"But I—" She protested. 

"Don't even try to persuade me." Draco stopped her. 

Suddenly, she had had enough. He could not treat her this way. That wasn't okay. This whole thing wasn't okay. She began to try and squirm out of his reach. "Stop it!" 

He cooed, like a parent with its child, "Are we really back to this game? I think," Draco clenched her ass with his nails, causing her to cry out, "That you're a girl who doesn't know what, or, whom she wants." The vampire told her through gritted teeth.

"Oh, please." Penny rolled her eyes, "What I want more than life now is to go home." 

"More than life?" Draco practically bounced off the wall in delight, "If you traded your life to me, in exchange to go home, would you?" 

"Haven't you done enough?" She demanded, angry. "You take me away from the comforts of my life! You rape me and play your games! And now you ask me about trading my life in exchange for home? Didn't you already take my life and suck out all of its blood?" Penny wasn't in tears, she was angry, not tears.

"I quip, slave." He said with ice in his lips with every word he spoke. "I would never let you go." 

"You're an asshole." Penny spat.

A stinging backhand fell across her face, and if she wasn't tied down on the bed, she'd be crumpled on the floor in tears. "Watch your tongue, slave." 

"No." 

He quickly untied her from the bed, and picked her up over his should like old times sake. "If you insist on not behaving, I can always send you back to the woods and return for you later." 

She sobbed, "Please, no! I was just being—" Penny was choking on her sobs. 

"Being what?" He demanded.

"It doesn't matter!" She growled, trying to get off of his shoulder. 

They were going down stairs while she was kicking and screaming. "Draco, stop it!" Stopping, actually, Penny tilted her head up at what looked like a dungeon. He threw her down. She groaned, her bones aching, but not broken. It still hurt. 

"You're a slave!" Draco screamed down at her. He slapped her across the face as she tried to get up, and she tumbled across the stone room. How she wasn't dead under his powerful, and undying strength was a mystery. "This is how you'll be treated from now on."

Chains formed around her ankles and wrists as they attached to the wall. "I'm done allowing you a cushy room if you're going to continue to be a disrespecting, without obedience, sniveling, and moody little girl!" He growled, kicking her in the stomach. "Look at me." 

Weak, Penny looked down, in shame of her new spot. It was a cold, dark, hard little room of a dungeon. Her eyes remained on the floor as she forced herself not to cry. He had shut himself out again. The space in her mind reserved for his was a cold, angry creature, biting at the touch of her consciousness. Before she had the chance to raise her sad eyes up to him, he lifted her by the throat, her big toes barely brushing ground. 

"That was an order." 

He was choking the life out of her when she pleaded silently. His fingers curled around her throat, as the edges of her sight faded out. Draco dropped her, and she let out a squeak as she fell back to the ground. Regaining her breath, she breathed heavily. "I'm sorry, Sir Draco." 

"No." He growled, "You've lost privilege of calling me by my name. Master." 

She sighed in defeat, struggling to get up. Everything hurt. "Yes, Master." Penny addressed him quietly. The slave shivered, the shackles were icy. Cold air against her sent goose-bumps up her arms and legs, hardened her nipples, and blued her lips. 

"Cold, are we?" 

"Y-y-y-yes." Penny shivered

Kicking her legs as she lie in the fetal position, he told her, "What was that?"

"I'm cold, Master." Penny told him, her voice dead on her shivering and quivering lips. She was always freezing. 

He shook his head, "I could care less." He flitted out. 

"Hey, Draco." Phoenix greeted him as he stepped into the group. They were in the lounge.

"I have an announcement." Draco frowned. 

Marcus grimaced. Vlad and Vicki exchanged glances, and Phoenix was blissfully unaware of what the announcement might concern. There was worry that he would get rid of this Penny girl they were all using. It was a fear that he would kill her, and make them go through the whole process of finding another girl. 

"What is it?" Vlad demanded, impatient with all the still air of silence. 

"I'm not letting you all fuck my slave anymore." He explained further, "We can all suck her blood and enjoy it, but nothing else." 

Vicki snorted and inquired, "Are you?" 

"Am I what?" Draco snapped. 

"Going to continue to fuck her, of course." Marcus explained, his German accent prominent, he was a little confused, and upset too at the news. Draco could understand why, the leader hadn't even used her, just held her. 

"She's my slave, it's my choice." 

Phoenix pouted, "Fine, Draco." 

"Good, I'm glad you all are so accepting." He was pleased as he sat down among them. 

Penny, meanwhile, sat on her ass in the cold, shivering. Her arms wrapped around her as she tried to huddle for warmth. Then she heard a voice in front of her, and cold hands raising her to her knees. "Draco gave me to you for the night." Vlad whispered menacingly. He was invisible to her eyes, and he liked it that way. 

She heard his zipper, and pulled away disgusted until he forced her head towards his dick. The girl shook her head and clamped her mouth shut. He slapped her across the face, "Suck my dick, slave, or I'll have Draco beat the shit out of you." 

Not hesitating, she opened her mouth and began to suck. Penny gagged as his penis hit the back of her throat. He did all the work as he fucked her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his dick as it was in her mouth. Then she hummed into him, trying to please him as quickly as possible. Vlad clenched her left breast in his hand, squeezing it and rolling the nipple roughly in his thumb and forefinger. Trying to be obedient, she felt him clench as cum squirted into her mouth. Her best, she tried to swallow it all as it dribbled down her chin. Vlad scooped it up and added his finger to her mouth when he withdrew his member. She licked his finger clean.

"What is going on here?" Draco boomed. Suddenly, Vlad was in view, zipping up his pants. "I said no more fucking!" 

What? Penny thought, panicking, you said nothing of the sort! It didn't take a stupid imprint to see that her master was angry. He ran up to Vladimir and hurled a punch, giving him a fat lip. The younger vampire whirled back. "Don't ever do it again!" 

The twin ran out of the dungeon. "I swear, slave," he growled, "If you let that happen to yourself again I'm going to give you the beating of your life." 

She didn't say a word as she tried to sink into the wall. It was super ineffective. He barreled towards her, coming within inches of her face. "Do you have anything to say to me?" 

"No, Master." She whispered. 

He bit into her neck, sucking his blood, she was still weak, and the slave hadn't eaten. Draco sucked her blood as she tried to lower her heart rate. It was painful still, as he was still irate at her.. "Please, I'm so—"

Draco spanked her ass once, silencing her pleas for food or water or something. Her master hadn't sucked her blood earlier, so he must've been a little on edge. She was crumpling under him, weak, and tired, as he drew away from her. "I'll find you food later, slave." 

As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly. Penny was crouched on the floor again, but he had already left her in the cold, dark, and damp room. Naked, she curled up into a ball on her side. Penny only thought about how hungry she was. Then she fell asleep. 

"Hello, Slave." Phoenix hissed. 

Eye fluttered open, she was shocked, the manacles had disappeared from her wrists and ankles. I can't let her have sex with me, she thought in fright. Penny laughed nervously, "My master said no, Miss. I'm sorry." 

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. It'll only hurt you." That didn't stop her, the sultry redhead closed in closer to her. The slave darted out of her way, and raced up the stairs. There was no way she could face punishment. Spiraling up, the mad woman laughed and skipped after. Almost running into the door, she opened it and locked it behind her, fully aware that Phoenix probably had a key. Down the hall she bounded, twisting and turning, practically tripping over a stone or two.

Her feet racing down the hallway, and ran straight into Draco. He looked unfazed, as she stumbled backwards. "Master! You have to help me!" Penny pleaded, "Phoenix is chasing me!"

"I don't have to help you at all. Follow my order, slave." 

Then it hit her. "You're—you knew that all the vampires would act this way towards me!"

His lips curled into a devilish smile. "Quite. You don't want them to rape you, but by resisting them and evading such, you're only obeying me, something which you would rather not do." Draco pressed himself against her on the wall, and murmured, "So, you can get fucked and disobey me, or not be fucked and obey me, securing my hold over you as my slut. It's quite the conundrum, isn't it?"

Penny sank to the ground, and buried her face in her hands. But no tears sprang to her eyes. "Well?" He demanded. Phoenix was gone, seeing Draco, she had flitted away.

She looked up at him, her eyes stainless. "I'll obey you, Master." 

He picked her up over his shoulder, causing her to squeal in surprise, "Good, because you're going to be submitted to your worst punishment!" Cheery, he headed towards the bedroom.

"What?!" Kicking, him, she struggled against him. 

"I didn't say you could leave the dungeon, slave, I thought that I could trust you without the shackles." 

Looking at the back of his head incredulously, she feared what this would come to.



The Blood Slave Ch. 05



Chapter 5

Lollapalooza 

Silk cascaded over her eyes and was tied skillfully behind her head. Penny was set down on the ground and lead to the fireplace. Her hands were tied above her to a bar for that purpose. The heat of the flames warmed her skin, and for that she was thankful. Somehow she still shivered in fright. Draco was awfully quiet. 

"Afraid, little one?" He whispered. It was almost lovingly, but she was taken out of his trance when his venomous canines grazed her neck.

Sighing, she whimpered, "Terrified, Sir Draco." 

Leather grazed her back, she smelt it before she felt it against her warm back. It sent electrifying sparking to her pussy. "Please don't."

The vampire chuckled darkly, and Penny felt his cold breath against her left ear. "I like those words. Say them again."

"Please. Don't." Penny's voice sounded like it was melting. Tears flowed liberally down her cheeks. The warmth of the fire had grown too hot. Her feet struggled away, but he was directly behind her, blocking his path. 

"Slave," He commanded, "For disobeying me." 

A lash laced across her back. The pain died fairly quickly, but she still cried out. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" 

"Count, slut!"

Penny tried to breath. "One." 

It was like a jellyfish sting nine lashes later, but it died as soon as the leather escaped her back. The thing still hurt. Her breasts glistened with her salty tears as her cunt juices poured down her thigh. Body betraying her, she let her legs fall back towards the fire place. Even his hands on her ass sent her in shivers. His sharp nails held the cheeks in place as she struggled to get closer to the fire. "Careful, don't get burned, little one."

A finger trailed to one of the red, burning lashes. "Please, Sir." 

She heard him rustling for something in his pocket. Suddenly, something light was brushing on his shoulder, burning her. "It's a feather, slave." 

The thing made her hiss in pain, setting her pain on a new fire, her pussy coated freely. "Please, stop!" 

A bite on her shoulder, he laughed, "You can't control anything." It didn't break skin, but it still shocked her.

Her eyebrows furrowed, Penny tried to brace herself for what was next. The same feather tickled her breast. The thing wasn't a flimsy thing, but one of the hard ones that had to be found off the ground or picked off the ground. It was scratching her. 

Draco placed a hand over her sex, and felt the heat of her. A finger entered and exited her quickly, though her walls tried to clench to keep him there. She was sure that he was only having a taste. "Delicious, slave." 

She lipped her lips, and inhaled deeply. "Don't touch me."

Nails coursed up her legs. "What will you do about it?" He dared playfully. 

Trying to escape the knots above her head, she answered venomoussly, "Do vampires die with a wooden stake?"

"If you want to be a classic slayer, yes." 

Chuckling, she inquired, "Now I need some wood." 

"Clever you." He ticked. "Alas. You're filthy. The dungeon left some crap on you."

"It has not." She lowered her freed hands and rubbed her eyes, now seeing. Her skin looked fairly unblemished from the rather clean dungeon.

Blatantly disagreeing, he ordered, "Go take a bubble bath, as I might join you." Draco patted her red ass firmly, and she made her way into the bathroom.

There was drizzled bubble bath soap already in the tub, along with a few rose petals. On the claws of the tub, she noticed long silk shackles. Filling the tub, sat in the tub, watching the water rise with bubbles and rose petals. It smelled like lavender. Fear was coursing through her veins. It was too tranquil. Everything about this bath was far too peaceful to just be about taking a bath. The petals, the bubbles, candles. All too fancy for something that wasn't about sex. 

Penny tried to tell herself that she was being paranoid, but then she remembered she was a sex slave to a sadistic vampire. Trying to dive into his mind, she found a brick wall. On purpose, but there was no way for her to push past it, instead, she got a swirling pang in her head in response. If he wants me to know, he'll let me know, she thought sadly. 

Though, she had to admit, it was kind of sweet. It even made her bruises feel a little better. Washing her legs, she rubbed her legs tenderly, massaging them lightly. Moving to her thighs, she could see the lashes as she lifted her legs to the side of the tub. They were sore to the touch, so she moved to her cunt. As her fingers drew closer, she felt a pang in her head. With a clue, she moved to her shrunken stomach, she needed to eat. Ignoring her bruised breasts, she washed her face and behind her ears. Her arms were sore as she massaged her wrists, the shackles imprinted into her.

The water was getting cold and she knew he wasn't coming in. Standing up, she stepped out of the tub, she grabbed the fluffy red towel and began to dry her legs, working her way up to her neck when he called her back. Her hair still dripping, she entered the bedroom self-consciously. 

"You smell..." he purred, "appetizing." Draco sat on the bed, with a pair of black boxers on. He gestured for her to sit next to him. 

Tingles going up her spine, she made her way over to the bed. Sitting her ass down, the sheets to the bed were freezing. A word didn't escape her lips, though she wanted scream. 

His nose went to her neck, as he kissed her shoulder sensually. "I love lavender, and I can even taste the rose." 

Inhaling deeply, her chest rose as he pushed her onto the bed. The vampire kissed her forcefully, her mouth surrendering to his tongue. His muscled rippled over her as he held her shoulders. "Boxers." He murmured in between passionate kisses. 

The slave pulled them down quickly, his erection springing free. Immediately he was inside her, and she was gasping, his thrusts slow and intimate. It wasn't okay. She liked it too much. It felt like regular sex and that scared the hell out of her. 

"Draco!" She pushed his lips away. "Stop it!" 

He chuckled and tried to kiss her again, she turned away, so he bit her ear gently instead. "You love this." 

Penny responded, "It's wrong! You use me." 

"So I have to constantly treat you like shit to make you okay with all of this?" He withdrew from her, obviously hurt. Glancing at the clock, "I care about you." He whispered, his fangs glistening. 

She sat up. "Thank you for the bath."

Smiling, he replied, "It's almost morning, come on." 

The girl squirmed onto the bed and put her hands above her head. He looked down at her. "Get up. You're not sleeping there." 

Her face fell, and she got up, and standing. He glanced at the coffin. "You get used to it, actually." Draco answered at the look of fear.

He climbed in and she climbed in, lying on top of him, her body resting on his. He closed the door over them, and it was pitch black. There was enough room for him to sleep on her back and her for to snuggle up to him on her side. His left arm wrapped around her as she rested into his shoulder. 

"Comfortable?" Her master was truly concerned for her.

She was. It was so soft and cushioned. The dead truly lived in luxury. He was wonderful, and the coffin was warm in comparison to his cold chest and legs. "Yes, thank you." 

Suddenly she began to hear his soft snoring, and as she lie awake she wondered what could possibly be wrong with her. 

Her dreams were upsetting, nightmares of vampires devouring her drained body, until she was literally skin and bones. Draco was laughing maniacally, and she was trying to refill. But she was losing her blood as quickly as she was gaining it. 

Draco awoke with a fright, and looked at Penny in the pitched black, she was thrashing, hitting him, the coffin, herself. He nudged her, "Penny, Penny." 

Eyes flying open, they were wide with fear. The girl had forgotten where she was. 

"You had a nightmare." 

"You—You called me Penny." 

He swallowed nervously. 

*

Author's Note: Sorry for the late submission. :(



The Blood Slave Ch. 06



Draco carried Penny in the middle of the night, knowing the way to her house through the woods. She slept heavily in his arms. The house was in sight now. He could enter, as she was his slave, and all of her possessions his. Climbing up the stairs, he hoped she wouldn't awaken. It was a gorgeous house, and he knew calling in the quick cleaning service would make it look better for when she returned. 

Setting the delicate girl down on the soft bed, he produced a note and a check, knowing he would never be allowed to enter the house again, Draco left quickly, before the sun would rise. Flitting back to his bedroom, he got into his coffin and fell asleep as soon as Penny woke up to the six-thirty alarm on the bedside table. 

It wasn't the normal sound. She realized it was the radio, playing a new so-called hit. The bed felt wrong. She opened her eyes and sat up. It was her bedroom. The song grated on her nerves, and noticed a letter was on her alarm. It was addressed to her. It read: 

Dear Penny, 

I love you far too much to let myself treat you so horribly. I'll return to suck your blood after the sun set's every few days. I promise to never hurt you again, and I swear no vampire will ever harm you when you have your imprint. Still, be careful. Lock your doors and protect yourself accordingly from werewolves. A vampire can only enter by invitation, but they're easier to spot. Don't kill yourself. You'll find the check enclosed will keep your from working ever again, but feel free to do as you please. Everything, bills, phone, electricity, has been paid for. You're cover is that you went on a spontaneous vacation. We couldn't keep your job. Sorry for that, and everything. Take care. 

Love, 

Draco

She turned on the lights. Everything was the same, her phone was next to the nightstand, and she noticed the messages. Draco had been writing e-mails and messages for her. She had been on a vacation apparently. It was also true that she was back today, and would see her boyfriend early in the morning. 

Penny had totally forgotten about Ben. He was her lovely for all of two years, and knowing him, he'd be a little upset that she hadn't called him or taken his calls. The doorbell rang. "Maybe it didn't happen, and I'm crazy." She murmured, before looking in the mirror. There were no visible marks on her. Her breasts felt sore though. But, she still felt Draco watching her through his sleep. It happened, she believed. 

Putting on her robe, it smelled fresh as she hustled down the stairs and opened the front door to Ben, with a bouquet of flowers. By his casual attire she figured he had taken the day off to see her. He kissed her passionately. "I missed you." 

I haven't thought about you at all, she wanted to say, but responded, "I missed you too." 

"How are you?" 

I feel like I'm crazy. "Fantastic to be back, what's been going on with you?" 

He smirked. "I've been good. Work's been hell. I heard you lost your job." 

"I think the library will get along fine, without me." Penny smiled slightly. 

"You can work on your art." 

She nodded, a room in her house was dedicated to canvases and paintings. "I feel as though I shouldn't have left. I've missed so much." 

Ben bent down and kissed her slowly. His tongue invading her mouth. Penny jumped and then stood frozen, not sure how to respond. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled away. "Are you alright?" 

Looking down, "I'm fine, Ben." Her cheeks burned red. Penny didn't want to have sex, she didn't want him to touch her. "I'm just, going through some things, I guess." 

He blinked at her. "So, sex is a no?" 

Penny nodded, "Yeah, babe." 

"I'm going home to do some work, then." He told her without a kiss goodbye. Ben left out the door, telling her to have a good day, and to call him later. 

She was taken aback. Had he always been in it for the sex? Being a sex slave must've taught her to be able to tell. It had never registered on her radar. She called her best friend, Lily. 

"Does Ben only want me for sex?" She demanded as soon as she called, as soon as she said it aloud she heard a dark and familiar chuckle in the back of her mind. 

"Duh. Talk to you later, at work, okay?" They were always so blunt with each other. 

"Yeah." She hung up. 

You're funny. He told her in his sleep, breaking up with him? 

She didn't respond, but tried to surround her mind in a brick wall, which was a difficult discipline. Penny went into her art room, and was shocked. There were new canvases, paints, brushes, and everything she could possibly need. She heard his voice again. 'Call me a patron'. A few of her completed paintings were missing, in their spots checks to pay for them. He took the paintings. A shiver went down her side. Suddenly she was rampaging through the house, to see what he changed. The refrigerator was stocked with sodas and health food. Her home-gym had a nice upgrade. Her old bug had a new friend, a very nice and very safe, BMW. Someone didn't want her to die. He had messed with everything. Even a few trees that could fall on her house were cleared and gone. 

Sitting down on her couch, she realized how much Draco cared about her. It made her sick and queasy to her stomach. He was mentally silent, but she felt him watching her. The fellow was just sleeping. Penny wondered if she would see him in her dreams from now on. Only, what, two-hundred years to go. He couldn't possibly love her.

Trying to paint something, she had no inspiration. There was nothing on her mind save her predicament. Penny didn't really feel free. She shut her eyes and just tried to paint anything. Everything was red. Opening her eyes, it was a multi-toned blah. Still, it was pretty. She added a few finishing touches. 

She stood on her balcony outside her room, as the sun set over the western sky. Penny wondered how quickly he would come, and if she would let him in. Her elbows rested, she wore nothing on her. The house faced the empty, or she thought empty, woods. It was a common practice for her as the wind billowed around her. Her nipples were sensitive to the touch as her cunt leaked onto her inner thigh. 

"Penny?" He called up to her, and she looked down at him condescendingly. The poor fool. "Invite me in or come down here." 

"Why?" 

"Because we'll both die without each other." He smiled warmly. The fellow was quite different when you weren't his slave. 

She clucked, "That sounds stupidly romantic." 

Draco looked at her grimly, trying to hide his annoyance. He was thinking of all the things he would do to her, and she got a good mess of those in her mind. "We will literally die." 

"I think that's worth you never laying a hand on me again." Penny replied quietly. Though it wasn't that true. She wanted him, but she stuck to her guns. He had raped her, and kidnapped her. Though, it wasn't rape if he owned her. Just the thought made her heart practically stop in her chest, her lower lip quivered in fear. "Why did you let me go?" 

"Because I love you." He called back. 

Melting, she called him up to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed. Naked still, casually watching the door, waiting for him. He opened the door slowly, and looked at her, "I thought you'd put on clothes." 

"It's not like I've got anything you haven't seen." She responded quietly. 

He looked at her. His hunger plain on his face. "We need to remove the imprint." 

"What?" She responded. "Why?" 

"We can't keep living like this." Draco admitted. "I won't keep coming to your house and sucking your blood. It's not stable, and I love you too much to keep going on and continuing."

"Can we do it tonight?" 

"Yes." He was moving to pick her up.

"Can I just walk? And maybe, um, I don't know, put on clothes?" She stood away from him and fumbled through her dressers for something. She picked out a pair of loose jeans, a light sneaker, and a thin striped-sweater. Slipping on her bra, which was proving difficult, she felt him watching her. 

"Need help?" He sounded amused, but she heard the arousal in his voice. 

Penny shook her head. "I can function perfectly well." 

"You're bra clasp disagrees." Draco chuckled. "Come on." He started to walk over to her. 

"No." She snapped. "I can put on a bra, thank you." Giving up and just doing it the easiest way possible, she put it on and pulled the fuzzy sweater over her head. The jeans and sneakers were easier. They were about to head out the door when she froze. "How do I know you're not lying, and that this was all a scheme?" 

He paused, and suddenly she felt his clear mind so freshly. His intentions were pure, though he still wanted her. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're not going to hurt me." 

Hurt you?! She thought furiously, I hurt you? Realizing that she didn't have to censor herself, she told him, "Oh, I broke your heart, yeah. You kind of mentally scarred me for the rest of my life." Penny shook her head and began walking with him towards the forest. 

"Watch your tone with me." The vampire hissed, "I'd be loath to change my mind about not keeping you for a sex slave." One of the things she noticed was how he walked. The dead man made no sound as he treaded over the crunching leaves. His breath was like cold smoke in the air and his red eyes glowed. Draco was undeniably handsome, and she was undeniably hot for him. "Stop it. I'm trying to get over you." He snapped again, after noticing her salivating.

"Forgive me, the imprint." She stammered, her cheeks ruddy with obvious guilt. Looking down, she wondered how long this walk was. The way wasn't the same to his home, it wasn't the same path. Heck, it was a path that she had walked on. "How did you find out about me?" 

"You were walking on this very path, which I never want you to walk on again. In fact, move away from this strange forest." He told her. "As soon as we get this imprint off, we're going house hunting." 

"If you hunt for women as well as you find a house, we should be fine." She grumbled. 

"Actually," He replied, "You were my first slave." 

Penny knew he was being honest. "What?" 

"I used to steal from blood banks, actually." Draco led her further into the woods, explaining as they walked. "But it's not the same as fresh blood. Plus sex is great." 

Shaking her head, she replied, "I don't think I'll be fucking anyone anytime soon." 

"Forgive me for that."

The girl shook her head again, and kept wincing, as though he would hit her. Trying to keep her distance, she answered quietly. "It's fine." 

"We're here." 

They arrived at a small cave, and the vampire, who seemed a little frightened, called out, "Puck? I've returned." 

There was a shuffling heard, and she saw Puck. He was a boy, of eighteen, with dark red hair, and a pair of large wings to match. He wore a tunic, as though he were Hellenistic. "You've brought the lady." 

"I have." His voice sent chills travelling up her spine. 

The boy nodded, but still did not invite them in. "You know the price, and accept it?" 

Draco looked at him and shifted uncomfortably. "I do." 

"Follow." His voice was very boyish. He seemed a young pure thing. As his light feet pattered towards the cave. 

"After you." He murmured to his former slave. 

Walking past him, he followed silently, not making a sound, but she didn't dare look back at him and see. That would be foolish. Following the boy, there was a cauldron. It was bubbling. He held in one hand a long knife, the other gestured for her to come forward. "What is this?" 

The vampire nudged her, "You'll be fine." 

Staggering toward him, he clutched her wrist, rolling up the sleeve. "Do you trust me?" 

Think about how it couldn't be as bad as being enslaved, she nodded, and shut her eyes. She felt her wrist being wrapped and then screamed of the pain. He cut her. The blood was swirling into the potion quickly. 

"Produce the vial, Sir Draco." The boy commanded, still, her former master's title sent shivers down her spine. 

"The blood of the vampire who bit me." He handed a test tube full of red blood, which swirled generously. 

"Along with the one you've bitten. Both willingly." The alchemist murmured. "Now I need an open wound, last, which must be drawn by your lover." 

Suddenly, the blade of an ancient-looking knife was thrust into her hands. She blanched, and almost dropped it. "It's okay, Penny. I deserve it." 

You do, she thought venomously. The knife was brought to his face, her hands trembling. "You're an asshole." 

Draco nodded and shifted his jaw, stretching the skin under the knife. "Do it." 

Suddenly, she slashed a thin line across his face, and the potion floated towards him. The boy pulled her back as Draco was thrashing. Stumbling to the floor, he fainted. Silence fell over the room like a virus. "You killed him!" She accused. 

"Come, there's one more step." He lifted him and carried him towards a large bed. "You both must sleep here tonight. A human needs to be close to him." Penny helped him tuck the large vampire in, how curled slightly.

"Will he be okay?" 

"In comparison to what he was yesterday, no, in comparison to what he will be tomorrow, yes." 

Lying on the bed, she looked at him, sleeping softly. The boy produced a vial of blue liquid in his hand, and gave it to her. "Drink?" She inquired dumbly. 

He nodded, "Yes. It will help you sleep, and keep away nightmares." 

She downed it quickly, and settled under the covers of the sheets. Closing her eyes, she drifted to a non-existent world. It was a fitful sleep. Penny could tell that some things were intended to be scary. A vampire that sparkled, for instance. 

"Penny." Draco spoke gently, his sultry voice waking her up. 

She opened her eyes, facing away from him, his warm, wait, what? His warm hand on her shoulder. Searching for him in her mind, there was nothing in his spot in her consciousness. It was heaven. But who was on the bed with her? Rolling over, she looked at a slightly darker, more human looking version of Draco. Her jaw dropped, and he grinned, with very normal, very human looking canines. 

"You gave up immortality for me?" Penny whispered. Though, he still looked like a vampire. His features were still god-like, and he still had the muscles, along with reddish-brown eyes. It was shocking.

He smiled, and she saw his blush, "It's worth it." 

Suddenly, she began to kiss him. "Don't ever leave me again." 

Draco pushed her away, though she was now straddling him. "We have two different ideas of fucking, Penny. We can't work." 

The girl smiled wickedly. "As long as you don't suck my blood or bring me into this forest ever again, we should be fine...Sir." The girl was blushing now. 

He chuckled darkly, and was looking forward to his new human life with this newly sexual girl.