The newly rising moon gleamed silver-white on the sweat shine of Valera's naked body. She was hanging between two long chains in front of the big east window in the Main Hall. She was suspended from her wrists, arms and legs outspread between the chains, a cloth gag muffling her mouth.

The brilliant moonlight bathed her body and revealed dark whip welts crisscrossing her breasts and belly. Drying blood trails marked a wound high on the inside of her left thigh.

Valera whimpered quietly into her gag. The chains dragged on the floor, two inches beneath her straining toes. She had been hanging here since sunset. The sweat and her fear whimper were born of the immortal blood that ran in her veins. The blood she shares with the vampire, Jordan Howland. She was desperately afraid of the curtained window behind her. Her intense worry was the fact that Jordan Howland—Master Jordan—had not returned. He had left her here just after the whipping and went out into the night. The rising moon signaled the passing of the night. If the morning sun caught her still hanging in these chains, it would mean painful death. Her fear was very, very real. She did not know why he had left her so dreadfully exposed where the sun could reach her.

Master Jordan had always been a traditionalist about his lifestyle. He called the house his Castle. The Castle and this Main Hall were furnished in Medieval decorations, heavy wooden furniture, and wall hangings from Rumania.

The lights were out. The butler, Varek, had not turned them on. The sides and corners of the room were filled with shadow. Only the brilliant moonlight lit Valera's hanging body, casting her X-shaped shadow on the floor directly in front of her.

Her body jangled the chains across the floor as she fought the wrist restraints in a swinging spasm of energy. Her movements had no effect other than to leave her panting and aching. The chains scraped the floor as she swung back and forth.

A hollow booming of the front door knocker filled the Hall with echoes.

A turgid mist slid under the door and swirled through the foyer and into the Main Hall.

The fog thickened and rose up from the floor.

Master Jordan Howland stood in the center of the room.

"Silly trick," he said.

He circled around the X-shaped shadow on the floor and came up behind Valera.

"Ah, you are beautiful in the moonlight, Val," he said, his voice low and throaty. "Did you miss me, love?" He caressed the blood encrusted bruise on her thigh. Then he bent and kissed the inner flesh of her right leg.

Valera moaned as his teeth pinched up a ridge of flesh over her femoral artery.

"Why, Val, you are sweating," he said, and tasted the moist skin with his tongue. The adrenaline flooding her veins tingled his sensitive palate. "And shivering. What are you afraid of? Oh, the window. Why, Val, I never forget the daylight. You were in no danger. The years would be vacant without the pleasure of your body."

He began to unhook her ankle cuffs from the chain, then her wrist cuffs. She cried out when her whole body weight swung from her right arm. His incredible strength lifted her up as he gripped her upper arm and unhooked the last restraint.

He lowered her to stand on the floor and pulled her wrists behind her back to chain them together. A second length of chain secured her elbows.

Valera submitted to this without a struggle. He took a strange delight in keeping her continuously bound. Although he had long ago bound her to him by a stronger tie than chains a leather. A bond of their common blood.

"Master? Where do you want this?"

Varek came into the room. He was carrying a blonde in his arms. He had wrapped her in Jordan's long black cloak, and her dress was tucked up around her hips as he held her against his chest. She was still in the hypnotic daze that Jordan used when he brought home game from his hunting. She hung limply in Varek's arms. Her long legs, bare to the thighs, gleamed in the moonlight.

"Take her straight down to the basement, Varek," Jordan said, waving toward the bookcases lining the left wall. "To the dungeon."

He lifted Valera's body up and over his shoulder, carrying her effortlessly toward the bookcases.

A section of the bookcase swung back, opening a narrow staircase leading down inside the wall.

Varek grunted and went down the stairs carrying his blonde burden. Master Jordan followed him with Valera desperately trying to relax her body against his back.

Inside the basement dungeon, Varek laid the blonde down on a paddled table in the center of the room. The table was shaped like a letter Y. Varek arranged her legs, spread wide, on the arms of the Y.

Jordan sat Valera in a chair at the front of the table. He kissed her, then left her and went to help Varek tie the woman to the table.

"This is Carissa Belmont, Val," he said. He spread her arms out on either side of her head.

"Not too tight, Varek. I want her to be able to move a little when I awaken her." They pulled her elbows out to the side and chained them to rings on the table edge. Her wrists were also chained to the table edge, but no higher than the top of her head.

"Let her struggle like a moth in a flame," Jordan said, buckling a broad strap across the woman's waist. "Adrenaline adds flavor to the blood."

Jordan tugged his cloak out from under her body. Then he took up a pair of angled bandage scissors and began to cut away her dress. Varek pulled the fragments of cloth away as Jordan cut the seams.

"Ah, beautiful!" Jordan said, gazing avidly at Carissa's naked body. He reached out and touched the side of her throat, his fingers tracing the slow, pulsing vein in her neck. "Lovely." He let his fingers trace down over one swelling breast to circle her nipple. "Rose-pink nipples," he said. "And such large areolas."

"Pretty, Master," Varek said, and let his thick tongue circle his lips. His voice deep with lust. He had been carrying that lush body against his chest.

"You can leave us now, Varek," Jordan said. "Tell Bella to send a light supper down here. We will be very hungry when we get through playing with this one. Oh, you will have three nights to play with her. I intend to keep this one around for many years. We will only take enough blood to begin her conversion. Three nights, Varek. Then she will be one of us for a very long time."

"Yes, Master," Varek said. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. He left the dungeon carrying Carissa's clothes.

Valera struggled to her feet. She walked up to the table, pressing one thigh against the woman's outspread foot. She made a questioning noise into her gag.

"Yes, Val." Jordan looked at her and laughed. "I said we will take her blood." He moved quickly to Valera's side and unbuckled her gag. He left her hands shackled.

"Thank you, Master," she said, stretching her jaw and licking her dry lips. "The suspension made me hungry. Varek didn't even give me water while you were gone."

"Val, Val." Jordan flicked her nipple with his forefinger. "I am the only one who feeds you. You should have learned that by now."

“Yes, Master."

Jordan took two steps back to the blonde woman. He slapped his hand high on the inside of her thigh. "Can you reach her here?" he said.

Valera winced as she watched his fingers clenching over the femoral artery. The same place where he had bitten her before he went out hunting.

"Yes, Master," Valera said. Her mouth opened, her lips pulled back away from her teeth. "My hands, Master?"

"You don't need your hands to bite her," Jordan said. He walked back to Carissa's head. "I'll wake her soon." He began to take off his clothes, stripping completely. "Stand there and let her see you. I want her to scream and struggle. Fear floods her blood with adrenaline, and tastes so good."

Valera allowed a slow breath of passion to hiss from her open mouth. Jordan, naked, revealed an erect, hard penis with its foreskin wrinkled behind the cowl of his glans. She felt her vagina clench, heat and moisture stirring inside her sex. Another benefit of his immortal blood let him sustain his lust for the entire night.

Jordan was intent on Carissa's face. He bent over her.

"Carissa," he crooned. "Carissa, come back. Awaken!" He snapped his fingers just above her eyes.

Carissa's eyes opened wide. She drew in a hard gasp of breath. Her eyes searched wildly to see beyond his face. She saw the unclothed figure of Valera standing between her feet. Almost at the same time she also looked down the length of her own nude body. Her eyes switched back to the man standing beside her.  Now she saw his rampant nakedness.

She raised her head and shoulders an inch off the table as she to tried to sit up. For a second, she fought the bonds on her arms and. legs.

Then she screamed!

Jordan bent his mouth to the side of her neck and bit deeply.

Valera leaned forward, twisting her arms and wrists against the chains binding them. She pressed her breasts against Carissa's leg and sank her teeth into the blonde's straining thigh.

Carissa's blood welled into the two sucking mouths, flowed warmly down the avid throats.

Jordan jerked his head up, away from the tantalizing taste and smell of the woman's new blood. After only a few moments, he was breathing hard with the rush that new blood always gave him. His whole being vibrated as the ancient craving swept through his nerves. An intense act of will power kept him from continuing, draining her body in one ecstatic feast.

"Don't be greedy, Valera," he said. He reached out and grabbed Valera's hair, pulled her head and mouth away from the blonde's thigh. "I don't want to drain her."

Valera snarled and spat like a cat as he dragged her away from the welling blood feast that was driving fire through her being. Jordan dragged her out from between Carissa's legs and up beside him at her head. He kept her bent over by the grip in her hair.

"Here," he said, thrusting her face against Carissa's breast. "Suck her nipples. Kiss her! Put your tongue in her mouth. Give her a taste of blood. But no more biting!"

"Master, I need blood," Valera moaned. Her words were muffled, her mouth partly filled with Carissa's breast. "The hunger, Master. Please?"

"We will bite her again tomorrow night," Jordan said. "And the night after that. Then she will be ready for a transfusion of my blood."

"Transfusion?" Valera lifted her head. Her eyes narrowed in lustful jealousy. "You are going to keep her?"

"Yes. For two more nights you will have to share her with Varek's lusting. After the transfusion she will be one of us and too dangerous for Varek to play with. Then you can have her sex all to yourself."

It wasn't the prospect of a new female sex toy that made Valera growl in frustration. It was the realization that she would have to share Jordan's sexual appetites with the blonde too.

In fact, Jordan was already between the blonde's legs, probing his penis into her blonde pubic hair. Valera could smell the musk of him. Her vagina was wet and her inner muscles clenched on emptiness. Valera moaned in her frustration.

Carissa jerked her upper body again in panic as she felt his hardness impale her sex. She started to scream.

Valera covered the blonde's lips with an open-mouthed kiss. She muffled the struggles and let Carissa's screams bubble down her throat.

The dungeon door opened and Varek came in, followed by a maid pushing a service cart with covered dishes on it.

"Your supper, Master," he said, and directed the maid into the dungeon. She set up a table near the heavy chair by the right wall and transferred the covered dishes onto it.

Jordan and Valera ignored the two and continued to maul the writhing Carissa.

Varek sent the maid back to the kitchen when she had finished setting the table. He stayed, standing by the service cart. His eyes glowed lustfully as he watched the blonde's futile struggles under Jordan's passionate assault.

Jordan had been out most of the night. His body was highly stimulated by his hunting. He soon reached his climax and expended his powers into Carissa's spasming vagina.

"Supper, Master," Varek repeated. He offered a plate with a moist towel folded on it.

"Ah, good!" Jordan said. "I am hungry." He took the towel and wiped the blood from his mouth and chin, then cleaned his genitals and walked up to where Valera lay across the blonde's breasts. He pulled her up on her feet and used the towel to clean the blood from her mouth, chin, and one spot on her breast.

"Go over and sit for supper, Val," he said. "I know you haven't been fed anything tonight." He gave her a little shove toward the table.

He put one hand on Carissa's face, covering her eyes and pressing her head back against the leather padding.

"Sleep, Carissa," he said, using an auratant, hypnotic tone. "Calm and silent. Sleep!"

The blonde's body went limp. Her muscles unknotted and her breathing began to slow.

Jordan took his hand away. He began to put his clothes back on.

"Varek," he said, "is the third coffin ready in the vault?"

"Yes, Master," Varek said. "As you ordered before you went hunting."

"Good. Take Carissa down to the vault and put her to bed. Go ahead. Take her now. I will serve myself." He went over to the table and lifted the covers off the serving dishes.

The supper was beefsteak, broiled rare and sliced into thin strips, on a bed of vegetables. The second serving dish revealed a steel thermos nestled in a bed of crushed ice like a metal champagne bottle. The thermos top was open and fitted with two bent straws.

Valera sat on a small bench beside the table. When Jordan uncovered the ice bucket, her nostrils flared with desire. She could smell the fresh blood it contained even over the sauce on the broiled steak. Valera's hunger growled inside her stomach. Her night-long fast and the short rush from the blood she had taken from the blonde made her head swirl. She was nearly fainting from the blood hunger. She whimpered a little in her dizziness, but she could do little else. Her arms were still chained behind her back. She must wait for Jordan to feed her.

Jordan noticed her distress and lifted the thermos out of the ice and held the straw to her lips.

"Just a sip, Val," he said. "If you drink too fast, you might be ill. I don't want to waste fresh blood."

All too soon the straw was pulled from her lips, leaving her body quivering with the rush along her nerves as the new blood was absorbed by her system.

Jordan drank lightly from the thermos, then placed it back in its bed of ice. He began serving out a single plate of the steak and vegetables. He lifted a slice of the meat up toward Valera's lips and let her take it in her teeth. Then he took a mouthful himself. He ate slowly.

Varek untied Carissa from the table. He placed her wrists on her belly and tied them there. He tied her ankles together. Then he lifted her body and carried her out of the dungeon. His eyes gleamed red with his lust as he planned to caress her lush body when he put her to bed in the coffin. Playing with the women in the vault was one of his prerogatives as Jordan's servant. Jordan never stinted him as long as the women were still human. After they changed, it became too dangerous. Varek's blood was food to them after they changed.

"Come back here as soon as you have her chained down, Varek," Jordan said. "I want you to help me with Valera. It is almost dawn, and I will have to carry her down to the vault. Walking in a hobble chain will be too slow."

"Yes, Master," Varek said. His caressing of the blonde's breasts and secret folds would be shortened. But there was no trace of regret in his tone. He would have all the daylight hours for his lustful play.

Jordan continued feeding Valera as he ate. After all the years, she no longer needed the ritual of eating from his hand as a reinforcement of her submissiveness. But it was a pleasant way to continue her bondage during meals. They both sipped at the thermos of blood, treating it as though it were a rare wine.

The thermos was soon empty. The warm glow of fresh blood washed through both of their bodies in the age-old sensations of renewal and prolonged life.

Varek came back into the dungeon and stood by the bondage table, waiting for orders.

Jordan pushed his chair back and got up. He helped Valera to her feet and led her away from the table. She moved slowly. The hobble chain limiting her to small steps.

"Do you want me to carry her, Master?" Valera asked.

Valera snapped her head up and glared at him. His face was flushed, his eyes bright, and the front of his trousers swollen with evidence of his desire for Carissa. She could smell the musk of his passion in his sweat. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue around her lips, revealing her teeth in an open mouth hiss of displeasure.

Jordan laughed.

"No, Varek," he said. "You know she is dangerous for you."

"Especially when his blood is hot," Valera said, baring her teeth again.

Jordan turned her to face him and lifted her easily up and across his shoulder. She relaxed her body, and let her belly and breasts fall against his back. She kissed his back and nibbled at the muscles along his spine through his shirt.

"Stop that!" he said. He locked an arm around the back of her thighs and spanked her upraised butt lightly.

"Go ahead of me, Varek, and open the doors. Quickly now. Dawn is only an hour away."

Valera felt her skin prickle with goose flesh. The same fear she had felt suspended from the chains came back. Jordan never forgot the daylight.

In the vault there were now three coffins instead of the two that had rested there for the many years since Jordan had brought her from England.

"Pretty, isn't she?" Jordan said, turning so Valera could see inside the new coffin.

Carissa lay chained against the sides of the coffin. Her wrists were manacled over her head. Her ankles were fastened to the lower corners of the box, and her legs were pulled wide against the sides by chains looped behind her knees. The golden beauty of her naked body seemed to shine in the midst of the wine-colored silk of the coffin's padding.

"Carissa. Come back, Carissa," Jordan said, and snapped his fingers. The blonde's eyes snapped open, then widened in fear. The first thing she saw was Varek standing at the foot of the coffin, his breath heaving his chest as he stared down at the blonde's body.

Carissa began to scream.

Jordan turned away and carried Valera over to her coffin and laid her tenderly inside. He rolled her to one side and removed the bindings holding her wrists and elbows. Gently but firmly, he raised her wrists to the manacles at the top of her box. In seconds, she was chained the same way Carissa was chained, her knees spread wide, her nude body open and vulnerable. Except that her sex was still wet and swollen, her unslaked desire racing like fire along the nerve endings stimulated by the new blood in her body.

Please, Master," she said softly as he bent down to kiss her. "Lock the lid. Please!"

"If you want me too," Jordan said, smiling quickly before his lips touched hers.

Carissa's screams echoed through the vault. Valera shivered as the sounds continued.

Then the lid of the coffin closed down over her head. Moments later she heard the latches lock down. She breathed a sigh into the darkness. Her body still burned with her unrelieved desire, but the locks eased her desperate fear of Varek's daytime assault.

She writhed in her chains trying to find some position of comfort. The new blood was still raging its high along her nerves. She had absolutely no desire for sleep. She felt that this was going to be a long, long night.

There was a hissing from the bottom of the coffin, and the darkness began to fill with a fog that lay damply on her skin.

Then she remembered. Jordan had connected his coffin to hers with a fired clay tube.

The dampness grew heavier and became a delightful weight, pressing her deep into the padding. A hot breath out of the darkness tickled her face. The mist grew harder between her legs.

"Silly trick," Jordan said softly.

 Originally published in Hogtie vol 5 no 12

Scanned by Ekrayon and Transcribed by guardian46w