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Subject: The Vampires Tale Chapter 1 (partial) bondage,hair,brutal
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My name is Piotor Vlekensky. I was born in Svedenska, Romania in 1743
on a farm near the Yvteno Mountains. My parents were both vampires
which means I also am a vampire. My parents taught me how to survive
and nourish the hunger for blood which dominated my waking moments.
Our family is of vampire blood for as long ago as anyone can remember.
We have developed a way of life that keeps us alive for long periods
of time.
We are susceptible to a disease in our blood which causes a fatal
deficiency if we do not replace our ill blood with fresh healthy
blood. Even that healthy blood deteriorates after about a month and
makes us weak and will end in our death after a prolonged and painful
illness. So we need to drink about a pint of fresh blood once a
month. In ancient times a vampire would search for a victim that
wouldn't be missed. When he was certain of success he would extend
long canine fangs from a cavity in the roof of his mouth but behind
his regular teeth. Pouncing on his victim he would sink these fangs
into a vein in the neck or inner thigh of the one he had chosen. A
substance in his saliva prevented their blood from coagulating and he
would suck and swallow it.
These early ancestors found it best to kill their victim afterwards
so they couldn't accuse him. Some vampires mutilated the body to
conceal the fang marks. After drinking their fill for several hours
or even days these victims died from blood loss or horrendous wounds.
The members of our family lived far apart, only visiting on rare
occasions such as the birth of a child or a death. It is a long wagon
ride or sleigh ride to reach others of our kind. The reason we live
far apart is to
evade suspicion when local people go missing or succumb to an alleged
animal attack or a violent bloody accident. This way we protect our
supply of fresh nourishment. Thus these ancient ones had to travel
long distances to find fresh victims. This began the legend that we
could fly or turn into bats and fly.
A live human can replenish my weak blood by giving up about a pint
each month. This doesn't harm them but as you can imagine they do not
do so willingly. Thus I have to detain a living donor and keep them
hidden from the view of others in order to avoid awkward questions.
When I was a boy it wasn't uncommon to have indentured servants or
even owned slaves to supply my needs. Later they do not willingly
consent to abduction or restraint so I had to adjust my habits to
avoid imprisonment which, of course would mean a slow death in a cell.
On my parents farm we kept several slaves to work in the fields and
serve us in our home. Some of these boys and girls were accustomed to
giving up a jar of blood every so often. As I became a teen I found
the girls more and more attractive, particularly when they were lying
face down in restraints donating blood. My parents ruled that I could
not have sex with them for a full day even though they were naked and
tied down, but
conveniently my parents left them tied to the table even after a day
had passed and I quickly learned how to take advantage of their young
supple bodies. For milking their blood they were tied to a low table
face down and wearing a blindfold. Each of their limbs was tied to
the legs of a table. It didn't take much imagination for me to push
up their dress and pull their pantaloons down to their ankles, leaving
their plump pink ass bare. I removed my jodhpurs and hoisted myself
onto the table straddling their legs. By that time I had a roaring
hard on and it didn't take much effort to slip it between her pussy
lips.
She might cry and ask "Why are you doing this? I'll tell your
parents!"
To which I replied "If you do they might find a new job for you, like
shoveling out the stables."
This usually shut up their complaints and let me do whatever I wanted
with their helpless bodies. It wasn't a bad time in my life.
When I became twenty my needs and my parents needs were more than the
servants on our small farm could supply. So my parents bade me a
tearful farewell and sent me on my way with a horse and a handsome bag
of silver to sustain me.
I rode to a distant city with a large population thinking that in such
an environment I could find enough sustenance but not create a stir.
This worked well for many decades. Living there I was able to abduct
and
detain healthy adults and milk them once a month. I began
concentrating on obtaining youthful women of an attractive countenance
who could supply me with female companionship between milkings. I had
hoped to find a
girl who was also vampire who could start a vampire family. Although
I traveled extensively by horse and carriage I did not find a woman
vampire. Although this condemned me to a life of solitude, eventually
I became content with my lifestyle.
+++++++++++++ 1763 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Over time I had amassed some holdings that permitted me a leisurely
lifestyle to read and study books and manuscripts of others who had
led similar lifestyles. As time went on I perfected my skills at
choosing and holding young women in my house. I found that much
like farm animals these slaves would wander off or slip away if given
the opportunity. It was simpler to keep them restrained at all times
so I could leave my domicile to buy food or invest my growing fortune
in grain, land and more speculative ventures. To the end of retaining
my blood supply I kept them tied hand and foot and gagged for most of
my sleeping times. I allowed them small freedoms around the house to
clean themselves and perform some household chores.
I found that I liked making love to a female who was tied securely to
a table or a bed. Their helplessness and vulnerability was very
arousing. My nature is to act rather roughly during sex so it makes
sense to keep them gagged so their pitiful cries and moaning cannot
alert neighbors or passersby.
When I was a young man most of the women in my village had long hair
and I found this particularly enchanting. I therefore sought out a
blood donor with long hair, the longer the better. Long thick hair has
a beauty and a feel that is wonderful when I run my fingers through
it. I enjoyed braiding their hair and it gave me an erection just
being in control of their hair.
I would wash their hair two or three times a week and always ended the
hair management with long satisfying sex, sometimes with their hands
tied behind their backs or many times simply controlling them with
their hair
held in my hand like a rope. If they did not obey my every demand I
would give their hair a jerk which brought a moan or a yelp and
immediate agreement with whatever I wanted to do with them.
Over the years I found some women who just would not yield their will
to mine so I devised various means of torturing them so that complying
became more agreeable to them. Early in the 19th century I had made a
piece of furniture to assist me in this endeavor. I engaged a
furniture maker to build me a table that was built very sturdily and
had a thick pad and a leather top. It was quite easy to force a girl
to lie on the pad face down while I tied her hands and ankles to each
of the four table legs. A whipping or caning their bottom would have
them begging for me to cease so they could please me with their
bodies. I varied the torture by using their hair to torment them into
submission. I pulled their long hair into a silky mane and wound a
rope around it near the end so I could stretch it back its entire
length. I then pulled this rope toward their feet and put tension on
their mane. Hauling back on this I would secure it to their legs so
their face was gazing up at the ceiling. After ten to fifteen minutes
the tears would come and bargaining would start which pleased me very
much.
"Please Sir, won't you untie my hair. It hurts awfully!"
I replied "You were very willful and disobedient to my demands so I
will punish you and correct your ways."
"I will do anything you ask Sir! Just untie my hair and I will obey
you no matter what you ask."
To which I replied I do not ask you anything. I tell you what to do
and you will perform it immediately."
"Yes, Yes, I promise. I will do anything. Just don't stretch my hair
anymore."
I found her begging and pleading was very arousing so I made love to
her before I released her from her bonds and untied her hair.
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