The Vampire Prince's Pet

Trial and error

Lyn

Once again, I wake up in this wonderfully soft bed. It takes me a little while to remember what happened last. A shudder comes over me. I had met the vampire prince in all his cruelty. He had punished me for a tiny thing, just a trifle. I defied his command, but only because I was so afraid of what he would do. Now I know that no matter how afraid I am of him, the consequences of refusing are far worse. Cold as ice and without even looking at me, he had tied me to the ceiling and left me hanging there. I don't know exactly how long I had tried to fight the pain, but at some point, I had given up and just let myself fall. I hadn't cried or screamed, I was proud of that, because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me suffer. A deep clearing of the throat pulls me out of my thoughts. A person steps out of the shadows. Because of my shifter blood I can see quite well in the darkness, which is why, after squinting my eyes for a moment, I realise that it is the vampire prince himself. I start to shiver. I don't know how long I have been asleep, but my limbs feel stiff. My wrists, legs and shoulders hurt terribly. Nevertheless, I hurry to get out of bed. It is not my place to lie in it. My legs don't support me at first, which is why I fall unpleasantly to the floor. Strong arms catch me and carry me to the middle of the room. I look into his face for a moment. His hard features seem to be frozen in a frown. He does not look at me, but simply sets me down on the floor.

"Sit here," he orders me, and I obey. The door to his room opens and Levis comes in with a strange metal frame. I can't quite place it. He seems to be in a bad mood, but when he sees me, his features brighten, and he comes towards me. He puts the strange thing down behind me and kneels down beside me.

"How are you?" he asks me in a warm voice. I just swallow but don't answer. Levis studies my face and especially my eyes thoroughly, then sighs deeply.

"I am very sorry for what my prince did to you. I don't approve of it, and I certainly don't approve of what he plans to do to you next, but he promised me he wouldn't hurt you," he says softly and emphatically. I lower my eyes and my hair falls forward, obscuring his view of my face. Tears sting my eyes. I can't believe him and even more so after what he has just said.

"Why are we being punished again?", I ask Lia.

"I don't know. We just woke up, didn't we?"

I can't explain any of this, but as usual, the masters don't really need a reason to deal with their slave any way they want. I am just a toy for them to do with as they please.

"Go now, Levis, and fetch the girls," Elias orders in a cold voice. Levis rises, gives me one last encouraging look and then bows deeply to his master.

"Remember your promise," Levis murmurs so softly that I wouldn't have heard it if I weren't a werewolf. What is he talking about?

Elias answers with a low growl. Levis turns to the door and leaves. Elias walks around the room, lighting the candles in their holders. I still sit on the floor in the middle of the room as if ordered and not picked up. After all the candles are lit, he turns to me.

"Now to you," he says in a voice that does not bode well.

"Hands behind your back," he orders me. I follow his request without resistance. I have been tied up many times before and I know what is coming now. I don't like being tied up and defenceless, but anything is better than the consequences, because I'm sure they would get worse with each refusal. "Interlace your fingers," he demands, and I immediately do as he says. Then I feel him tuck my hands into a leather sack that is pulled all the way up to my shoulders. It is tight and completely envelops my hands and arms. It is already tight, but that doesn't stop him from pulling it even tighter until I can't move my arms at all.

"Kneel down," he demands, pushing the strange contraption into my back. I can't see what he's doing, but he attaches my bound arms to the bottom of the heavy platform and then ties my legs to it too, so that I can't move a millimetre and sit kneeling on the floor. Next, he brings out something that frightens me. It looks like a bridle.

"We want you to hold your head up properly," he says with a smug grin. I shake my head violently, but it's no use, with a firm grip around my chin he forces the mouthpiece, which is made of an iron bar, between my teeth. Then he fastens the leather straps to the back and top of my head. He passes two around my neck and tightens them. I'm afraid I won't be able to breathe properly and breathe harder, but he only tightens the straps loosely. Next, he handles something behind my back, and then fastens the two remaining straps to the frame behind me so that I cannot turn or move my head. Now I am completely immobile. I try to free myself anyway, test how far I can move, but I can't do more than move my arms and hips back and forth a little. Tears form in my eyes and before I can even try to stop them, they start trickling down my face.

I shudder and fear what he will do next. He could undress me and force himself on me here. He could also whip me, but I am actually stuck in an awkward position for both. He gently strokes my cheek with his hand, and I look up at him with a hateful glare, but immediately lower it again as our eyes cross. I can't understand the expression in them. He moves away from me, and I can only watch him from the corner of my eye. What is he up to?

Again, the door opens and for some unknown reason I hope Levis would come back, but instead two very lightly dressed women enter. One wears a top so thin you can see through it and the other wears clothes so skimpy you can see her n*****s despite the clothes. Both have long blond hair and a tall slim figure.

"What's going on here?", I ask Lia. She shrugs her shoulders in thought.

"I don't know."

I begin to feel even more uncomfortable in my skin.

"What is she doing here?" one of them asks, staring down at me. I instantly lower my gaze to the floor, ashamed of my situation.

"She's receiving one of her punishments," Elias explains, closing the door behind them both. One of my punishments, it echoes in my head. I don't even know what for. Had it not been enough for him to torture me until I fainted?

"Can't we put her in the dungeon," the other asks.

"No Jeanette, she will stay here," says Elias with an irritated expression. Jeanette and her friend seem to understand and keep their mouths shut.

Jeanette crawls onto the bed and slowly undresses while the other undresses Elias. In the end, the two women have nothing on, and he has only his boxer shorts on. I want to avert my gaze, but I cannot.

"Come here Michelle," he demands and pulls the second woman to him. He kisses her fiercely and then pushes her towards the bed, which is right in front of me. Jeanette is already waiting there for the two of them.

Together they ensnare Elias, touch him and kiss him while he touches their breasts. Again and again, they moan passionately and none of the three pays any attention to me. At least that's what I think until I feel the vampire prince's eyes on me again and again. His searching gaze seems to be looking for something in mine, I just don't know what.

It takes an endless amount of time for the three of them to finish. I feel only disgust and revulsion inside me after the many orgasms I have had to witness. I am no longer a virgin, but porn has never been my thing.

I am thirsty and exhausted and all I want is to finally be allowed to sleep. When he finally unties me, I hastily fall into my cage and curl up into a ball.

Tears stream down my face. A thick piece of cloth is stuck in my mouth while a fat older man roughly wraps a lot of tape over it. Several times he runs the tape over my stuffed mouth and around my head. He pays no attention to how many hairs he pulls out. It's been barely a week since David sold me to these bastards. I don't want to give up without a fight, I want to fight back, but one man pushes his knee hard into my back and holds my arms tightly while the other one gags me. The cold concrete floor under my bare legs is freezing and the stench of the basement room we are in made me gag at first.

"Not so rebellious now, are you?" one of them asks sardonically. I resist vehemently, but there is nothing I can do. I scream for help, for mercy, but they don't want to hear it and only unrecognisable sounds come out.

"Put her on the cross," one orders the other, and stops taping my mouth shut.

"You're a slave now, so you better get used to it fast or you'll be dead faster than you will realise it," he whispers in my ear before slapping my bottom hard. More tears well up in my eyes and again and again I ask myself what I have done to deserve this. What did I do wrong to end up here?

The other man drags me up to my feet and pushes me towards a large wooden cross. There are four thick cuffs attached to it. He fixes my hands and feet to it, although I resist fiercely. They just laugh at me. One of them pulls the thin dress off my body with a loud ratchet sound, so that I am completely exposed in front of him. My back is offered to them openly. My legs tremble so violently that I can hardly stand and the gag in my mouth makes it difficult for me to breathe. I panic at the thought that my nose might also be blocked.

I try to control my breathing, to calm it down a little, but a blow with the cane is already hitting my exposed bottom. The man hits me with full force. Again and again, he hits my ass cheeks, my thighs and my back. I pull and tug at the restraints, squirm in them, scream as loud as I can, but nothing helps. He just keeps beating me until my legs give way under me and I'm just hanging on by my bound hands. All my weight pulls me to the ground. My whole body throbs with pain and I keep begging him to stop.

When he finally stops, the relief is short-lived as I hear him pull down the zip of his trousers and then I feel his thick, warm shaft entering me. I shake my head violently, come back to my legs and squeeze them as hard as I can, but it's no use. The wooden cross ensures that my legs have to stay spread and I can't do anything about it.

The man moves his hips back and forth and without mercy he penetrates me hard and deep again and again. He completely ignores my sobs.

I am completely exhausted and finally sink gratefully into the darkness.

I only wake up again when someone unties me from the cross and immediately ties my arms behind my back again. Then I am taken back to my cell. The man carelessly pushes me inside and I fall to the floor unchecked. The barred door is closed behind me. My cell consists of a small square room with bars on one side, the rest is cold concrete. Next to my cell, in a long corridor, are many other cells, in all of which there are more girls.

I turn on my side and look around. My back, my bottom and my legs hurt terribly. I am still naked, bound and gagged.

"So now there is something to eat here," one of the many men working here yells and comes closer. Only at mealtimes does some life come into the dungeon. Many of the girls greedily stretch their hands and arms through the bars, because there is never enough for everyone. They call and plead even though speaking is actually forbidden, as I have painfully learned today. The man steps up to my bars and throws me a water bottle. He grins nastily at me and throws some bread into my cell. I am grateful to him because I didn't get anything to eat yesterday when I remember that I am bound and gagged. I can neither drink the water nor eat the bread. I can only stare at it. My mouth is parched and my throat burns. My jaw hurts from the stretched position and my stomach contracts violently from hunger. I curse these men inside. They are torturing me on purpose. Tears run down my cheeks again. Surrendered, I struggle to my knees and lean against one wall of my cell, sighing. The man leaves the dungeon again and silence reigns. Some eat and drink with relief, the rest weep quietly to themselves.

"Hey Lyn," whispers the voice on the other side of my cell wall. I make a sound of agreement so she knows I can hear her. On the other side sits Emma, she is only 12 years old. I don't know why she's here, but I sometimes talk to her and comfort her when her grief gets too much. Yesterday we were caught doing this. I begged and pleaded to take her punishment on me, and they generously agreed. "Do you have any water?", Emma asks me quietly. I make another sound, that's all I can do. I crawl towards the bottle as best I can, grab it awkwardly with my bound hands and crawl back to the bars. "Did they gag you?" she asks softly and again I make a confirming sound.

“Come as close to the bars as you can, maybe I can free you,” she suggests, and I see a small hand emerge from her bars and reach around the corner in search of my face. However, the man has used so much tape that I doubt he will ever be able to get it off. So I turn around and hold the bottle out to her as best I can.

"I can't reach your face," she says desperately. I press the bottle emphatically into her hand and then crawl off to give her the bread too. I won't be able to eat it any time soon until these men show mercy on me. She accepts both gratefully and then tells me she regrets my situation. At least I was able to help her.