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The Vampires Tale Chapter Three 1860 to 1890 Eastern Europe.
Wherein I acquire the lovely Victoria
Synopsis: Piotor is a vampire who needs a pint of fresh blood each
month to rejuvenate his deteriorating blood. He abducts young women
for their blood and sex.
My need for fresh blood became demanding so I hitched up the old wagon
and began a journey to a place distant enough that a disappearance
wouldn't be connected to me and my mansion. Along the way I filled my
wagon with vegetables and kept going for a hundred miles to another
village. I found the market place and began selling my turnips and
potatoes out of the back of my wagon, earning a tidy profit during the
day and sleeping in the wagon at night. Many people came to buy from
me and several girls caught my eye but no opportunity arose for
anything more than flirting. Several were young and pretty but I
bided my time. I didn't get this old by being reckless. My
vegetables were running low and I was considering making a round trip
to get more when a girl came up to my wagon just at dusk.
She asked "Do you have any corn?"
I said "No, all I have left are these few turnips."
We chatted a bit about fresh corn on the cob while I checked the
streets and studied her. She was pretty and maybe 20 years old with a
trim figure. I couldn't tell what her hair was like because she had
it done up in a satisfyingly large bun on top of her head. She said
her name was Victoria Venecki and she lived on a small farm outside of
town. I asked if I could park my gypsy wagon on her land and sleep in
it tonight. She agreed and even offered some grain and a stall for my
horses. I stayed with her for a few days and even sold some of her
garden produce from the back of my wagon. After a few days she
invited me to sup with her which I gladly accepted.
When I knocked on her door she opened it and what I saw took my breath
away. She was wearing a filmy dress which showed me her curvaceous
body. Her hair fell loose and free down her back. My heart started
beating faster as I joined her at the dinner table. It was obvious
she had spent some time preparing it. I was so taken with her that I
made up my mind right then to make her mine tonight. As we were
clearing up the table I threw an arm around her waist and forced her
down to the floor where I tied her hands behind her back and slipped a
fat cloth gag into her mouth with a small towel knotted in back of her
head. She tried to squirm away from me when I ran my hand under her
dress and stroked her breast. I grasped her nipple between my thumb
and forefinger and squeezed it.
Her face contorted and she made an "Oooohhhh!" sound.
I said "Stop resisting me and I will let go." She became still so I
let her nipple go.
I put out the fire and gathered a few of her clothes into a burlap
bag. She and the bag both ended up lying on the floor in the gypsy
wagon. My horses were still harnessed so I leisurely turned them
around and after bypassing the town, set out on the road back to my
mansion. I dared not stop with her moans and feeble cries coming from
inside my wagon so I just kept riding; only stopping for food and
water and bodily functions. We rode for a couple of days before
pulling up in front of my mansion.
By that time I was bone tired and only capable of leading her inside
and hobbling her before I fell asleep. The next morning I awoke with
a jerk and imagined she had escaped. But there she was, lying on the
floor looking disheveled and angry.
I was pretty anxious to replenish my blood with hers so I wrestled her
onto my padded table and strapped her wrists down. Next I removed her
dress and underclothing. Finally I secured her feet with leather
straps and removed the last bit of clothing from her top. I was not
disappointed. She had a figure that was made for my pleasure. Her
breasts were large and firm and hips were wide with a narrow waist. I
carefully removed the last pins from her hair and combed it down her
back where it reached the top of her plump ass. After gagging her I
drained a pint and gulped down her fresh blood. It was bright red in
color and rather thin. Slouching in a plush chair I watched her and
she watched me, although I think my view was better than hers.
She presented an annoyingly resistant manner but I had practice in
subduing raucous colts and females. She would not bend willingly to
my will so I prepared for a long campaign of breaking her.
Draining her blood and having intense rough sex would cover two of my
needs. I didn't hold back and mounted her whenever I felt like it.
She was still strapped down to the table so I fed her from a plate. I
took my time so she would be impressed with how much her life depended
on me. Once or twice a day I tied a rope around her neck and freed
her long enough to attend to her bodily needs and clean herself. When
dusk came I led her to my bedroom and trussed up her hands and ankles
before putting her into one side of the bed. I held her most of the
night but occasionally woke up feeling sexual and forced myself into
her pussy. At first she objected but after a week or so she simply
accepted that she was going to be raped several times in the day or
night. After all she was bound up like a chicken on a spit and
couldn't very well refuse me. Lying there with her wondrous body
nestled next to me I considered what I wanted. I decided I would
train her to be my perfect sex animal. I didn't want her to become an
object but rather a woman who knew her rightful place in my scheme. I
would start teaching and changing her the next day. My goal was to
end up with an animal that had no thoughts of escaping but rather
awaited my requirements. Much like a well trained farm dog like a
sheep dog.
With this in mind I began training Victoria in the skills which would
be among her assets. First I would concentrate on physical ability.
Her body was not getting the vertical exercise it needed so to this
end I began converting the basement from junk storage to training
room. Trotting would firm up her leg muscles to a pleasing shape. At
first I ordered her to trot in a circle around the open space in the
center of the basement. After she attempted to dart up the stairs I
tied a long rope to the huge beam that was in the center of the
ceiling and tied a loose loop around her neck. Using the buggy whip I
got her up to a trot in a circle. If she slowed, a flick of the buggy
whip got her back on track. At first she could only trot for five or
six minutes before gasping for breath. After a few months I gradually
increased her trotting time to half an hour. This training also had an
emotional element. Trotting in a circle completely under my control
embedded my ownership into her.
After her half hour of trotting she was pretty sweaty so I gave her a
bath. I tied her hands in front of her and after undressing her
assisted her into my large bathtub. Using a soft cloth and a mild
soap I rubbed down her long legs, flat stomach and large breasts,
carefully lifting each breast so I could rub the underside. Finally I
sponged her neck and face. By this time her hair was soapy wet at the
bottom end and sweaty on the other. I held her tied wrists and slowly
lowered her into the water so her hair was totally immersed. I then
poured shampoo into the wet mop and worked it in, alternately
squeezing and then dipping it back into the water until it was clean.
I helped her to her feet and rinsed her mane with warm water from a
reserved bucket. More water poured over her shoulders left the last
of soap and shampoo disappearing down the drain. Using Egyptian
cotton towels I first wrapped her long mane of hair up in one towel
then dried her body with several others. After lovingly rubbing her
entire body, paying special attention to her plump ass, pussy and
ample breasts she closed her eyes and smiled as I heaped attention on
every inch of her skin. Finally I turned her so her back was toward
me and patted her hair until it was only slightly damp. While drying
it I carefully combed my fingers through her locks so it wouldn't
tangle.
When I was satisfied with her appearance I untied her wrists long
enough to envelop her exquisite figure in a thick bathrobe and pulled
her lengthy hair to the outside. By now I was quite stimulated by
feeling so much skin, hair and face. I noticed she was breathing hard
and undulating slightly under my petting.
I led her to my bedroom and laid her face down on the bed. I untied
her wrists and roped each one to opposite bedposts at the head of the
bed. I then knelt over her well shaped legs and ran my hands over her
back and shoulders without pause. I slowly eased my cock just barely
into her pussy and held it there while I tugged gently or not so
gently on her beautiful mane. She looked absolutely lovely as she
undulated underneath me and coaxed me to enter her more deeply. We
enjoyed slow delectable sex until we were both sated and spent. I
untied both her wrists and she wrapped her arms and legs around me so
as to completely envelop me in her soft smooth flesh.
I decided to add sexual prowess to her list of accomplishments by
teaching her the subtle skills of sucking my cock. She had never done
this until I persuaded her to pleasure me with her mouth and even then
she was reluctant and didn't seem to enjoy it.
The next time I ordered her to suck my cock she turned her head to the
side until I held a handful of her hair tightly and forced her to face
my cock. I told her to open her mouth and after a few second of
hesitation she did so but without enthusiasm. I thrust into her mouth
and ordered her to use her lips and slide it in and out.
I said "You are not very good, are you?"
She said "I don't like the taste and I don't know any other way."
Although I had utilized the wheel to drag her head up and down she had
not willingly engaged with any vigor.
I didn't intend to allow her to masturbate me so I ordered her to
kneel while I tied her hands behind her back. I gave her
instructions to only use her lips and not her teeth because that would
irritate me. She did so and it was difficult for me to think
rationally but I was determined to bring her technical skill up to an
average level today. As her head bobbed up and down I instructed her
to use more or less lip pressure and to vary the speed with which my
cock disappeared and reappeared from her mouth. After several minutes
I could hold out no more. I gripped a fistful of her hair just behind
her head and thrust into her mouth with greater and greater force
until I climaxed. I held my cock in her mouth for a few seconds and
then pulled it out. She spit the contents of her mouth to the floor
and licked her lips. I praised her and stroked her hair while telling
her how well she sucked my cock. She smiled slightly and appeared to
enjoy my praise and attention.
After practicing this for a dozen times or so I told her "It's time
you learned how to take all of me down your throat." I told her this
meant that my cock would go down her throat a ways until her lips
pressed against my abdomen. She fearfully protested that she couldn't
breathe while her gullet was jammed full. I promised not to stay down
her for very long but insisted she begin practicing with a carrot. At
first I gave her a small one she could handle easily and gradually
built up to larger and larger size. I watched her practice for five
or six minutes the first day and gradually increased the time by a few
minutes each day, pausing if she gagged. Every time she pushed the
carrot down her throat she made a sound like "Gaug! Ulp". I enjoyed
the sounds she made and found it excited me even more. At the end of
a couple weeks she could maintain the thing lodged in her throat for a
minute at a time. I loved to watch this and felt gratified when she
learned to house this produce in her throat so thoroughly. I then
substituted my cock for the carrot but allowed her to control how long
I was inserted by using her hands. After a week or so my cock was
enjoying the same leisurely time in her throat as the carrot. So far
I had not ejaculated down her throat but had filled her mouth with the
essence of me.
Now it was time for her to swallow all of my liquid. I looked forward
to this because it meant I could maintain the pleasurable pressure on
my cock while I climaxed. The first time I filled her throat she
gagged a bit but I had instructed her to swallow it or suffer
punishment. Surprisingly it went well with only a few grunts and
coughs. I had left her hands free so she wouldn't panic. But the
next time I tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles
together. Next I tied a rope between her ankles and wrists and pulled
it tight.
She said "No! No! Please don't."
I said "open your mouth." When it was open I slipped my cock in and
this time she obediently closed her lips on it and began bobbing her
head back and forth. It didn't take long before I felt myself losing
control and I started pushing all the way down her throat. Her eyes
got huge and pleaded with me to stop while she shook her head back and
forth begging for mercy.
I unloaded anyway and when I pulled out she coughed and railed "NO!
No! Never again!" This was not acceptable so I told her "You will
never deny me." She would be punished just as I had promised. I
pulled her to her feet and dragged her into the spare bedroom where
all my furniture waited.
I observed that she kept her mouth tightly closed to bar me entrance
into her intriguing organ. She had much too much control over her
mouth. After all, wasn't it my mouth to play with?
She saw where I was taking her and begged "No, No, I'll be a good
girl! Please don't hurt me, Please, Please. "
Her touching pleas stirred my pity but I was determined that she
progress along my chosen path.
I searched through the house and barn to find something which would
show her I meant business. Out in the field I found a cow's horn
which had lain there for some time and was pretty well dried out. I
took it back to the barn and cleaned it out thoroughly then rounded
the widest part with some sandpaper. When Victoria saw me carrying
the horn her eyes got wide and she asked "Wh-what are you going to do
with that?" I grabbed her hair and pressed the small tip of the horn
between her lips and against her teeth until she opened her mouth. I
pushed the small tip between her teeth and drew the horn across her
face which pried her teeth far apart. When the wide open end of the
horn was between her teeth I turned it and wiggled it back and forth
until it entered her mouth. I kept pushing it in until her jaw would
open no further. She looked pretty grotesque with a horn sprouting
from her mouth. I told her to hold it in her mouth until I gave her
permission to take it out. She refused and using her tongue, pushed
it out where it fell to the floor. "Hhmmm, needs work." I said.
I left Victoria there and went back to my workshop. I drilled two
small holes a few inches away from the wide opening and pushed a
leather shoelace through each hole and tied a knot in the inside of
the horn, leaving the ends dangling. Returning to Victoria again I
ordered her "Open up". She did so apprehensively. I inserted the
wide open end into her mouth again but this time I pulled the
shoestrings to the back of her head and cinched them up tight. There
was a lot of horn in her mouth. I was pleased with the result and
left her like that for an hour or so. When I untied the straps and
removed the horn she bitterly cursed me and screamed.
I said "Still don't have your lesson learned." Gripping her hair
behind her head again I pried her mouth open and pushed the wide end
of the horn into her mouth and secured it with the straps. I pulled
on her upper and lower lips to make certain they weren't pinched
between teeth and horn. Although I could see her jaws were pried wide
open I could not see teeth or her tongue so after an hour I untied the
horn and taking it to my workshop sawed off all but a hands width,
leaving a bony ring. I returned this to Victoria's mouth and was
pleased to see her tongue and throat were exposed and gaping. Although
she could not close her lips the visibility of her tongue gave me an
idea. I forced her into a kneeling position and tied her wrists and
ankles together directly in front of a chair. I got naked and sat in
the chair with my rigid member sticking out.
I gripped a handful of hair on each side of her head and ordered her
"Start licking my cock". Her tongue appeared from the cave of her
mouth and slid from the bottom to the top of my cock. I instructed
her to vary her tongue work by circling my head with her tongue. This
had the pleasant effect of bouncing my cock up and down and stimulated
it into even more rigidity. I kept her at it until her tongue was
tired and sore. Eventually I withdrew my cock and asked her "Who does
your tongue belong to?"
"The tongue inside my mouth belongs to you, Sir." She said.
Since my cock was slimy with her spittle it took me no time to lay her
face up on the bed and insert into her pussy without hesitation. I
squeezed her breasts and watched her tongue wander around inside her
mouth. I held her by her breast and pushed as hard as I could into
her pussy and start pumping in and out. I came like a waterfall
inside her. After resting I untied the thongs and slid the horn ring
out of her mouth. She waggled her jaw back and forth to relieve the
cramping while watching me fearfully.
In order to make a point I chose a sudden and sharp punishment with a
rod. "Spare the rod and spoil the child" I thought to myself. I had
purchased a massive old dining table and padded it with a couple of
quilts from the same sale. I ordered her to lie face down on it while
I roped her wrists and ankles securely to all four corners. I turned
her face to one side and pulled her mane of brown hair out of her face
and let it hang over the end like a waterfall. She made a beautiful
picture so helpless and soft. I slid my hands over her skin from her
ankles to her neck. I picked up a tree sprout I had stripped and
dried. When she saw it she became silent and resigned to what was
coming. I made sure she spent some time staring at it in dread before
I started on her legs. At the first blow she tried to raise her legs
but although they had a little slack she could only beat them up and
down. I didn't want to leave long lasting marks so I only hit her
hard enough to cause yelps and shrieks. I moved up her thighs and
continued hitting her on her plump round ass a few times. Finally I
gave her the last few on her shoulders. She was crying and pouring
tears onto the quilts. Even after I stopped beating her she continued
crying and whimpering for several minutes while I enjoyed listening to
her.
I stared into her eyes and said "Do you need to spend more time being
punished?"
"No sir, No sir, I promise I will be good from now one." she blurted.
From the expression on her face I concluded we had turned a corner.
Just to be cruel to her and test her resolve I said "Open your mouth."
She snapped her mouth wide open and held it gaping at me. I left her
like that for a couple minutes then I allowed her to close it,
satisfied that she would obey me instantly from now on.
After several more minutes of snuffling I asked her "What have you
learned from this?"
Jerkily she said "I will take your cock as deep in my throat as you
want to go and I will swallow every drop." "And I will accept it
without any hesitation."
"Good" I said. "I will leave you here long enough for you to think
about what you can do for me to make my pleasure even more memorable."
"There," I thought. "That will keep her mind occupied for a while."
Although I had been concentrating on her training I began to notice
that she came to me more and more willingly. I had assumed she
entertained me because she would be whipped or beaten if she didn't.
But now I only had to crook my finger and she came right up to me
watching my eyes so she could guess what I wanted her to do. This was
certainly an agreeable change to her manner. I thought "Just think!
She will willingly do anything I tell her to do." This set my head
awhirl with imagined thoughts.
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