“Thank you, Mistress!” I sobbed.
“No, Fifty-One, thank you.” Mistress Leveria smiled, “But I still need a little more information. Tell me about the powers Yavara has.”
“I’ve taught her indoctrination and telekinesis. She is born with inferno and arcane shield as well, but has not yet realized them.” My voice sounded like it came from someone else.
“And this transformative ability she has?” Mistress Leveria asked, “What she did to Elena?”
“I do not know that nature of it.” I was drooling freely, unable to keep my mouth closed.
Mistress Leveria’s brow furrowed. “How many men does Yavara have under her command?”
“The Terdini, but Zander told me that they were going after the Protaki next. There are five-hundred vampires in Titus’s clan.”
“That’s all?”
“All that I know of Mistress!” I said through gritted teeth.
Mistress turned to Master Two-Shot. “Captain, I will take charge of the interview from here on out. Your presence is no longer required. Please bring in five of your most loyal to assist me.”
“Just who in the fuck do you-”
“Thank you, Captain.” Mistress Leveria said tersely, a thin smile creasing her face. Master Two-Shot grunted, then stomped from the room. Mistress Leveria turned back to me, a wide smile on her face. I smiled back, my shoulders hunching in excitement as I heard five pairs of footsteps thundering from the other side of the door. The door opened, and the masters from below walked in. They were missing eyes, teeth and limbs, but their scars only made them more handsome to me, and the sadistic sneers on their faces may as well have been the gentle smiles of my lovers. I looked back to the mirror to thank my mistress, but she was gone. There was only me staring back from the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. My black ringlets were in snarled tangles, my fair complexion was marred with weals, scratches and bruises, and my face was a raccoon’s portrait of abject lechery, glazed with myriad fluids. There was a flash of green behind Master Two-Shot’s death, and Mistress Leveria stepped into the room. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She was like an angel backed with the portal’s green aura, her subtle hourglass figure carried with the unmistakable elegance of royalty. She wore a kindly smile on her delicate face, but the truth was revealed in her sapphire eyes, full of cruelty and desire. I almost melted at the sight of her.
“Prestira Rasloraca, in the flesh.” She smiled at me, pacing around my chained figure. I felt her fingers graze my spine as she walked behind me, and I quivered. “I’ve heard so many stories about you. They say you were the true ruler during the last regent’s reign, making you the most powerful woman in the Lowlands. The most powerful person, actually.” Mistress Leveria stopped before me, tilting my chin upward with gentle fingers, “Now look at you, covered in piss and cum, and god knows what else. Do you like what these men do to you?”
“Yes Mistress.” I whispered, delicately sliding myself up and down on the cone, “I loved it.”
Mistress crouched to my level, her breath caressing my nostrils. “You’re just a bitch in the breeding kennels.” Her hand traversed my throat, “But this little doggy bites, doesn’t she? I’ve heard you’re a vampire. Is Yavara as well?”
“Yes.” I leaned into her touch, “We’re both day-walkers now. It was Titus’s condition.”
Mistress’s fingers traced my clavicle. “Are you both Drake Titus’s blood-daughters?”
“Yavara is mine.”
Leveria raised her brows. “I suppose she is in need of a new mother. Now, I know you can kill a vampire with sunlight, but my rangers operate in the daytime. Can you tell me any other ways you can kill a vampire that I don’t know about? Something that my rangers can use?”
“Nadi wood through the heart will do the trick.” I whispered, my entire focus naught but the tip of her fingers as they traversed my belly. Her hand stopped over my occupied womanhood, gingerly took the tip of one rod, and pulled it out of me. My pelvis tilted with the motion, relief suffusing with pleasure, my compacted rectum clenching around its burden.
“Now I understand why the say bitches are ‘in heat.’” Mistress Leveria muttered, inspecting the dripping rod in her fingers, “It’s almost too hot to touch with my bare hand.” She extended the rod to my lips, and I sucked it, tasting the decadence of my own perversions. She withdrew the rod, and let it clatter to the floor before me. She pulled out the rest with equal ceremony, making me taste myself each time. When it was done, my womanhood was left yawning and swollen, unable to contract to its former position. Used and loose, but oh, still so sensitive! I felt the vacancy like a removed limb, my body craving to be filled once more.
“Please Mistress!” I hissed, “I’ve been a good girl!”
“Such a good girl.” Mistress Leveria crinkled her nose affectionately. She stood to her full height, her expression set in an imperious glare. I withered beneath it, wanting and fearing her cruelty in equal parts. “Gentlemen, we have an unclaimed bitch in the kennels. Whichever stud marks her first, gets his pick of her holes.”
The five masters laughed as they undid their belts, and pulled out their cocks. I was dumbstruck by the sight of them. So many delicious cocks, held delicately in callused hands, their swollen heads aiming at me, their tips opening. Like a marble statue in a fountain, I was doused in five showers of urine, the hot streams bathing my breasts, belly, thighs and face. I lifted my head to catch a stream in my mouth, jutted my chest to let it splash upon my breasts, undulated splendidly as the acrid golden waste cascaded down my body, the rivulets traversing my curves to drip between my spread legs. I could’ve bathed in their degradation for an eternity, but their bladders ran out, and I was left soaked in my squatting position, my black hair matted to my scalp. I turned my eyes back up to Mistress Leveria.
“Thank you, Mistress.” I said with hushed reverence. The shower was a welcome diversion, but it did not sate my mounting need. I stared up at Mistress Leveria with big begging eyes, waiting for her word.
She stepped through the puddle of urine, then crouched before me, soaking the hem of her dress. “I’m going to unlock you shackles now. No matter how badly you want to, you must not touch yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She unlocked my shackles, freeing my raw wrists and ankles, letting cool air and hot piss mingle upon the flesh. The sting was sweet, but my attention was divested to the twin sapphire eyes before me. “Lean forward.” She whispered.
I did, groaning as I felt the cone slowly exit me, pulling on my clinging anal walls, the delicious pressure releasing in its wake. I let out a soft cry when the tip finally came out, and I felt the ship’s draft through the gape it left. I didn’t think it would ever close again. I hoped it didn’t.
“Turn around.” Mistress said gently, “Bend over.” She commanded when I did. “Spread yourself.” Her voice was edging with excitement. I rested my face against the wet floorboards, rocked forward on my knees, and opened my cheeks. “Can you wink for me, Fifty-One?” Mistress Leveria’s kind voice asked me. I smiled over my shoulder as I clenched and unclenched, the hole barely contracting, the pink cuff of my sphincter left loose and exhausted. I needed it to be filled. I needed as many cocks as possible to be pushed into it. I mewled pathetically, gyrating my piss-soaked ass before my mistress, my eyes begging for her reward.
“Please Mistress!” I panted, “I’ve done all that you’ve asked!”
“We’re almost there, pet.” Mistress Leveria said kindly, her fingers softly tracing my yawning holes, “but you have to do one last thing for me.”
“Anything!” I screamed. Her finger traversed the space between my holes, tormenting the swath of flesh with her gentleness. I whined and hissed, my hips rotating, my pelvis tilting to present. Mistress Leveria’s finger left my taint, the absence of her touch more prominent than the touch itself. She crouched before me once more, and placed her hands on the sides of my head.
“I’m going to take off these inhibitors now. I trust you to be an obedient pet, and not hurt me. Are you going to hurt your mistress?”
“I would never!” I said, groveling at her feet, “I would never hurt you, Mistress.”
“I believe you.” She smiled dotingly. I let out a pained murmur as I felt the stones leave my temples, warm drops of blood running down the side of my face. A connection immediately shot from my mind and forked in two directions. Two voices called for me, one female and one male. I recognized them, but I didn’t know who they were. They weren’t my master’s voices.
“Mistress, people are talking in my head.”
“Your blood-kin call for you. Ignore them.” Mistress Leveria took my head in her hands, her fingers so gentle, so cruel. My head felt like it weighed a ton, and I gave myself to her cradling touch. “The only voice I want you to hear is mine. Now Fifty-One, I need you to drink something for me.”
“No more poison!” I whimpered.
“No, no more.” Mistress Leveria produced a vial. I recognized it immediately, but I didn’t care. I opened my lips, and let her pour the contents onto my awaiting tongue. “Relax, Fifty-One.” Her voice slipped into my receptive ear, “There is nothing but the sound of my voice. Nothing in this mind of yours but you and I.”
I broke the connections between Yavara and Titus, filling my head with blissful silence. Leveria eased herself into a chair, and beckoned me forward. I crawled on all fours to her, my body drooping demurely, my hands splashing in the urine. She spread her legs and pulled up her dress, revealing the tight bald slit between her porcelain legs. So small, so delicate; nothing like my grotesque cunt. I dared not mar her flesh with my underserving hands, but with the utmost care, I dipped my face between her legs, and gently probed the pearl beneath her royal hood with my tongue. Her thighs quivered, and she hissed in appreciation. It was the greatest honor anyone had ever bestowed upon me.
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