The Vampire's Bride

Holly was assigned the task of getting Melissa ready for her session in the cellar. They went to the large bathroom with the big tub. Melissa, feeling ever frailer, undressed while Holly ran the water and added bubble bath.

Holly seemed a little nervous about her assignment. "I've never bathed another girl before. Only a baby!"

Melissa laughed, "Just consider me a big baby! I'm very weak these days!"

Looking at the buxom girl, she said, "You might want to strip down yourself rather than get your clothes wet."

Holly looked hesitant for a moment, then followed Melissa's suggestion. It wasn't just practical considerations behind Melissa's thinking, but a desire to see Holly naked again. The concern about competition had passed from Melissa's mind and now it was more just wanting to appreciate her own success in finding Anderson such a voluptuous companion.

As she lay in the bath, Holly leaned over the tub to soap up Melissa leg and one of the girl's a large, soft tits swung in front of Melissa's face. She couldn't resist giving it a squeeze and a playful smack.

Holly froze and took in a sharp breath at this interaction, then relaxed and continued her work.

"You will need to get used to being played with a touched by others," Melissa told the girl. "Your body is no longer your own, but belongs to Anderson, your new master. You are quite a lovely creature and he will want to share you with others."

She saw Holly tremble at this thought.

"Don't think of it as something bad, Melissa continued. "Be happy your are worthy of that honor. He would not share you if he didn't if he wasn't proud of his ownership of you!"

When Melissa said that it reminded her of her own ownership mark, the brand on her ass, that proclaimed she belonged to the vampire. Watching Holly's shapely behind as she scrubbed Melissa feet, Melissa wondered if Anderson would choose to do the same to Holly's butt. She hoped so. It would remind Holly of her status and the brand would look excellent burned into the girl's left cheek.

As Holly continued the task of bathing the Melissa, she said, "When we go to the basement...well aren't you worry about what is going to be done to you down there?"

Melissa smiled and answered, "Whatever you see down there today, remember is something I want. Something I begged for. Don't feel sorry for me. Not one bit!"

***

As per instructions, after Holly finished bathing Melissa, she put black high heels on the girl's feet, bound her hands behind her, and added a collar and leash. Then Holly dressed herself as Anderson had instructed: White heels, stockings and garter belt and her hair in ponytail with a white bow.

She then picked up Melissa's leash and took her to the mansion's cellar.

***

In the basement, Anderson was waiting for them wearing his usual black suit. Holly looked around at the various machines and toys in the room and her eyes grew big as saucers.

"Bring her over here," Anderson instructed. He indicated a large machine that looked to Holly a bit like a sawhorse.

It was indeed, shaped like a sawhorse, but the cross bar was well padded on top and the wide spread four feet of the contraption had pulleys through which chains were run that terminated in four leather loops. The chains could be tightened by two winches. On one end of the saw horse there was a padded bar in a "U" shape.

"Please put Melissa on to the device," Anderson instructed Holly. The girl looked puzzled, not understanding how the contraption worked.

Anderson smiled and winked at Melissa. "Perhaps I need to show you how it operates," he said to Holly. "Step up to that end and lean over, placing your hips in the "U" section, please. Then lay your torso along the crossbar."

The girl hesitantly did as she was told.

"You see the subject's wrists are then slipped through these leather loops attached by chains to the feet at the far end of the device," he said, demonstrating by putting Holly's wrists through the restraints. "Then we can tighten this winch," he continued as he cranked a lever, "and they are pulled into a secure position."

Holly found herself laying along the crossbar, her big tits hanging down on either side. Her hands were now snuggly pulled into position at the foot of the legs near her head. Her hips sat tightly contained in the padded "U" at the other end machine.

"We can then deal with the feet," explained Anderson, slipping the leather loops around Holly's ankles. "Then just tighten the second winch." As he cranked the winch the chains started pulling the girl's legs apart toward each of the feet of the horse. As the legs of the device were much longer than Holly's legs, her heels soon left contact with the floor. When the chains were fully tightened, Holly found her thighs spread wide apart and because the "U" shaped padded bar that held her hips jutted out a few inches beyond the end of the horse, her ass protruded prominently outward in an excellent position for spanking.

Melissa had to smile at seeing Holly, a novice in this world, helplessly shackled to the device, her most intimate body parts exposed. She had quite a beautiful body. In fact, Melissa began to wonder if her selection of the Holly had been somehow influenced by Anderson's desires channeled through his vampire powers. Anderson had several prints and original paintings in the mansion's salon by a prominent illustrator whose art graced the covers of books and magazines that featured science fiction and "sword and sorcery" in the mid- 20th century. The artist seemed to like to paint the women in his works nearly nude and exceptionally curvy with large breasts and prominent derrieres. Seeing Holly displayed like this, it seemed as if she was a living example of the artists' work.

"You see, once the subject has been placed properly in the device, both pain and pleasure are easily applied!" Anderson had picked up a riding crop and now used it to give Holly a hard swipe across her round bottom. She reacted with a yelp.

Anderson then reached between her legs and used his fingers to massage her clit hood, while his thumb slipped in between her pink pussy lips. It took only a handful of seconds before the girl was aroused moaning and wiggling in the restraints.

"But," said Anderson, removing his fingers from her cunt and then giving the girl a slap on the ass, "it's not about you tonight. You will get your turn. Tonight it is about Melissa."

He released a grateful Holly. Now, understanding the mechanism, she, in turn, bound Melissa to it.

"I've been pondering exactly how to induce the proper reaction in your body to bring you into sub-space," Anderson said as he wheeled a metal box with dials and switches over to the machine holding Melissa. "It's not an easy problem. It's quite different for every submissive and the fact that you haven't accidentally fallen into it in our earlier sessions suggests we need to add a new component. Electricity, I think."

He unspooled wires from the box and laid them across the floor to where Melissa was restrained. He then reached over to Melissa's dangling tit and pulling an ice cube out of a container in his hand, pressed it to her nipple, chilling it and forcing it to become erect.

"Holly, do the same thing on her other tit," Anderson instructed, handing the girl another one of the wires and an ice cube.

As soon as the nipple had grown to it full length, Anderson slipped the hollow metal cylinder attached to the wire over her erect, pink, flesh. The cylinder had a little screw on one side and he twirled it until the end clamped on Melissa's nipple tightly.

"That will ensure an excellent electrical contact," explained Anderson. "Make sure you tighten yours firmly, Holly. We don't want it falling off at the ultimate moment!"

The tits taken care of, he then handed Holly another wire with a similar metal, hollow cylinder with screw on the end. "Attach this one to her clit," he instructed.

Holly started moving toward Melissa's spread thighs, then turned back to Anderson with puzzlement on her face. "But how do I get her clit erect?" she asked.

"Try using your mouth," said Anderson, rolling his eyes.

Holly nodded, knelt down and started kissing and slurping her tongue around Melissa's pussy. Five minutes later the wire was firmly attached firmly to the girl's most delicate organ.

Anderson brought two other wires over to Melissa. Both were much thicker and heavier than the others and were terminated in metal plugs. One was the shape of a large dildo. Anderson lubricated it and slipped it into Melissa's pussy. At the bottom, the metal dildo had two clips with he attached to her pussy lips to ensure that the device did not slip out.

The other wire was terminated in a large metal butt plug. This too got lubricated an placed, with some difficulty, in Melissa's anus.

"We will warm you up a bit, then try the electricity." With that he selected a light whip from the nearby cabinet and swung it towards the helpless girl's ass. It landed with a crack.

Melissa let out a sharp yelp, followed by a groan. She was glad they had started.

Melissa felt at peace as Anderson worked on her. She felt the whip snap on her ass, her thighs and even her breasts. Yes, it hurt, but it was a familiar, almost comforting feeling to be in this basement, under his control. She knew that he would take her on an intense rollercoaster ride: from the peaks of pleasure to the valleys of pain and it didn't bother her one bit that she knew this would be her final ride.

After ten minutes Melissa felt she had reached a plateau of arousal, and Anderson, his vampire mental powers reading her mind and mood, knew it. He sat down in front of the metal box and flipped a switch. The thing started to hum. As he turned some dials, she felt the first pulsing of electrical power run through her body. Shocks ran from her tits to her clit, alternating with those between her pussy and ass. She wasn't really sure if what she was feeling was causing pleasure or pain, or both.

Her body reacted, struggling against the chains holding her tightly in position. Groans, whimpers and moans were forced out of her body and the electricity ran through her. Her arousal climbed quickly above the plateau it had been stuck at and she felt like she was being forced up a mountain of sensory overload.

She opened her eyes and looked over to where Anderson sat at the box. His pants were open and Holly was kneeling before him, pleasuring his hardened cock. The girl, however, kept turning her head, trying to see what was going on behind her with Melissa. Finally, Anderson slapped her face and told her to pay attention to her task. Despite her situation, Melissa had to giggle when she heard Anderson promise Holly that her curiosity about the machine would be satisfied next week, when it was her turn to ride the lightning.

Melissa was glad that Anderson was aroused and enjoying the session. She did not want him to feel sorry for her. She wanted this final encounter between them to be something special and pleasurable he would not soon forget.

Despite Anderson working the box and trying various ways to increase her stimulation, it seemed like Melissa had again reached a plateau. Anderson, after emptying a load into Holly's mouth, stood up and walked across the room seemingly looking for a solution to put Melissa over the top. Snapping his fingers, he when to a small chest. Opening it her removed at mental object and carried it over to the machine until he stood behind Melissa's ass.

She recognized the device he held: a "Pear Of Anguish." Anderson had a fascination with such objects and the toy was a copy of a medieval torture device. Forced into the victims anus, the stem could be turned and a screw mechanism inside the object would force the five leaves of the device to open inside the rectum leading to excruciating pain. Melissa had volunteered to let him try it on her, but he had always declined, concerned that it was a step too far and would lead to permanent damage.

Now, however, he removed the wired butt plug from her ass, lubricated the pear and inserted it into her. It felt immense. then she felt the screw turn and the insidious device began to open up inside her. The pain was intense, unremitting. No quite like anything she had felt before. She screamed and then...

Suddenly Melissa found herself floating on a cloud of pleasure. The basement, its machines, Holly and even Anderson had disappeared. She seemed to be flying through space with beautiful, colorful stars sailing by. Her ecstasy was powerful and totally enveloping. She felt no pain, just deep peace and pleasure. In her dreams she had always dreamed of flying like a bird. Now she was soaring through space and time...

***

Melissa had no idea how long she was in that state. It could have been an hours, a day, even a week. Finally she heard Anderson voice calmly talking to her. It was her one connection to reality. She felt like a kite flying though the air and Anderson voice was the string that held her to the earth and kept her from drifting into oblivion.

Slowly she floated back to the world. She realized that her tits, clit, pussy and especially her butt, ached. Looking at her own nipples she observed they had been singed by the voltage running through them. When she came fully to her senses she realized she was laying in Anderson's lap in the cellar. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face. He had a look of concern.

"I was afraid you were gone forever," he said.

She managed a giggle. "It was quite a ride. Thank you for sending me."

She tried to sit up, but realized she couldn't. She was simply too weak to move.

"This is what I was afraid of," he said. "It's taken the last of your strength."

"It was worth it," she said. She managed to turn her head a bit and look around. "Where's Holly? Did watching this unhinge her?"

Anderson laughed, "No, actually she was quite intrigued, I think. She a good, docile little plaything and I shouldn't have much trouble getting her to climb on the machine when it's her turn. In the meantime, I sent her to bed."

He stood up and carried her upstairs. They passed a window and Melissa saw the full moon outside. Suddenly she had a thought. "Can vampire fly, like in the stories?"

"Yes, but we avoid it. Nothing is going to convince the population vampire are real like seeing a man with bat wings silhouetted against the moon," he said. "However, on special occasions..."

He used his foot to push the window open, and suddenly Melissa felt herself lifted up outside and into the air. From nowhere Anderson had sprouted wings and was carrying them around the mansion and then over the woods.

"This is amazing," Melissa said. "If I knew you could take me flying I would have been begging for this every night!"

"Which is why we don't talk about it with our companions," joked Anderson.

They flew for perhaps a half hour. Below she could see the whole countryside and the twinkling lights of Hemlock Village. Eventually Melissa spotted the quarry/lake below them. Anderson landed on the dock, his wings disappearing. He carried her to the boat, placed a blanket in the prow and laid her down on it. Then he cast off and rowed them out on the water.

It was a beautiful night and the stars were brilliant above. Below the moon was reflected in the water.

"This reminds me of the first time you took me out here," she said. "Thank you for bringing me one, last time and thank you for taking me flying." She paused for a second and then said, "And thank you for abducting me and making me your companion."

"You might have had a longer life if I hadn't," he replied.

"Yes, as the cashier in a no-name supermarket probably married to unemployed drunk," she laughed. "Yes, it was short, but you took me flying and to Paris. And you gave me Lenore."

They reached the middle of the lake and Anderson stopped rowing. He picked her up and held her naked body on his lap, stroking her hair and skin. They must have sat there for at least an hour, not saying anything. Then Melissa noticed that the eastern sky was getting light. It soon would be sunrise and their time was almost up.

Anderson looked in her eyes and said, "I'm going to feed from you one last time. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Please do."

She felt his fangs slip into the soft skin of her neck. She grew weaker and a bit dizzy, but it was also comforting. She could feel the life flowing out her body into her master. It was the final gift she could give him.

When he finished, she could hardly keep her eyes open. "I cold!" she whispered.

"Here, drink this," he said, producing a flask from his pocket. He poured it down her throat and it burned, but suddenly she felt warmth flush through her body.

He put her back down and reached for a chain laying in the bottom of the boat. She hadn't noticed it before, but the chain was attached to a round eyelet embedded in a concrete object in the shape of a bucket. "Is that for me?" she asked, not concerned, but just curious.

He nodded. She watched, impassively as he bought her ankles together and started wrapping the chain tightly around them. Finally with his great strength, he looped one link over another and squeezed them, bending the metal, till they were solidly together.

Picking her up he placed her on the gunwale of the boat, with her feet dangling in the ice cold water. "Goodbye, little girl. I will not soon forget you," he said. Kissing the back of her neck, he lifted the concrete anchor out of the bottom of the boat and dropped it over the side. The chain followed and a second later Melissa was pulled off the edge of the boat and into the dark, cold water.

***

She was carried down into the blackness, the cold penetrating her body and soon a numbness followed. She seemed to descend forever. How deep had Anderson said the old quarry was? One hundred and fifty feet?

Suddenly her anchor hit bottom and she found herself floating vertically held down the chain wrapped around her ankles. As she hung there in the darkness she realized that so far, she had no desire to breath. She had been swimming in lakes and pools before and inevitably after a few seconds underwater her lungs were burning. Yet, now, nothing. Was she already dead? Was this what it was like to be dead?

As she floated there she noticed that despite the utter darkness at the bottom of the quarry, her eyes seemed to be adjusting to her surroundings. She could see her own feet and the chain around her ankles and as her eyes further adapted to the dark, the concrete anchor sitting on the mucky bottom, maybe ten feet below.

When she looked back up she saw something even more odd: a naked girl, floating just as she was, held down by a chain around her ankles.

At first she thought it might be a trick of her mind. That somehow her brain was showing her what it thought Melissa herself looked like. But no, this girl had red hair, freckles and larger breasts. And the face... The face was somehow familiar...

A photograph from a flyer posted on a telephone pole a decade ago popped into her mind. June Conner! The girl that had mysteriously disappeared. The girl's whose bracelet she found in Anderson's house. Was the bottom of the lake the final resting place for all his companions when they could no longer serve him?

Melissa was pondering this when suddenly June's eyes snapped open and she smiled. Melissa then heard a voice in her head. "Welcome! Nice to have...new blood? How is our master doing?"

She had barely processed this voice in her head when a second one, a more familiar one, entered the conversation.

"I hoped you would be joining us soon! It can be a bit boring down here!"

The voice, despite not being spoken, seem to come from behind Melissa, She managed to wave her arms and twist around on her chain.