Helena's Turning

Part 5

Helena waited as her master put on a simple robe and settled himself in his chair. She could see now that the room was indeed lit by a fire (although the fire was now behind her) and several candles. She rested her hands on either side of her, her feet behind her, toes hanging over the lip of the step that had tripped her up. She was kneeling, she noticed, on a rug that had obviously been placed just here for the purpose. The chair was placed on a more luxurious rug, but there was no other floor covering. She focused her eyes on her master, who began to speak.

"You have begun to understand what you are now, and have even begun to learn how to control your abilities. This is very quick learning, and I feel you have earned the right to learn a little more about me, since you have already begun to discover yourself.

"You will not earn the right to know my name until you have earned your freedom, which will not be for some time. There is still much for you to learn before you can pass on the curse. For now, I will tell you something of what I was, and what I have been for many years.

"I am over 2,100 years old according to the reckoning of time passed – although I have not aged in nearly as long. In my age, I was a king of a tribal group who considered themselves the greatest warriors in all the Midnight Isles (the notion of Britain had barely been conceived in those days). And I, as their chief, was the greatest of them all. I was terrible in battle, and merciless in victory. I was a sadist and the wives and daughters of my enemies became my slaves.

"Everything in the small area that my people dominated was mine to have, and every attractive woman at some stage became my sexual partner, and my victim. But I knew that this could not last. Eventually age and death would steal my power and my treasure.

"For this reason, I sought out places where rumours of the undead hunting people were current, and watched the nights until finally, I met one face to face.

"She was a dark, demonic figure but she knew instantly my purpose and saw what a powerful figure I would become. I paid the price, and became her slave for the time it took me to master the skills of a vampire, while she came to my tribal home and there stayed while I fed my enemies to her and preyed upon their women. Very few who entered my hall at night left it in the morning, but eventually I found a young woman to be my first. She succumbed to me and awoke the next morning in my power. My former mistress was furious that I was no longer hers to command, and so I commanded my new vampire to kill the old mistress.

"By now, my tribe was close to extinction because of the predators in their midst and the other tribes, despite my feeding on them as well, were now strong enough relative to us to come and destroy us. I fled into the night as the huts burned, and felt only the slightest of pangs as my first turned vampire was seized, tied to a stake and burned alive. The legends may say that a vampire survives such a burning but it isn't true. With no sunscreen in those days, I was still confined to travel and action by night except in the darkest days of the year, but I kept my nature and existence a secret, never staying anywhere long enough to be suspected. Such a life led me throughout Europe until finally true cities began to arise, and in the multitudes I could mingle and feed without suspicion. In London I made a home and gradually began to build up wealth and security. By the 19th Century, such were the levels of crime and suffering in the cities of the world that my true delights were unnoticed. And as scientific explanations grew in stature, the knowledge relating to our kind was forgotten, and I became ever safer.

"I have grown ever more powerful, and have evaded capture far longer than any other vampire in my knowledge – and believe me, 2,100 years brings a lot of knowledge.

"Now you know what I am and what you are, Helena. You will do well to remember what I have told you. Finally, if you want a name by which to address me, you should call me 'My Lord Cabud' or simply 'My Lord'. Now, come here – crawl on your hands and knees."

Helena knew that she could not disobey, and instantly adopted the position require and crawled across the floor. This part of the floor was laid with terracotta tiles that, being far from the fire, were cold to her touch and hard beneath her knees.

Helena was not greatly endowed with her breasts, but in her nakedness she was now acutely aware of them as never before as they wobbled with her every step towards Lord Cabud. She recalled in a moment of distraction how her best friend had described them: "small, but perfectly formed, and plenty for nice handful!" And now, plenty to swing and be watched by the silent and impervious master who had in her moment of abandon sunk his teeth into far more than just her neck.

When she reached the feet of Lord Cabud, Helena decided to return to the kneeling posture she had taken while he explained his history. Helena's eyes were involuntarily drawn to his cock, currently at half-mast as Lord Cabud considered his latest disciple. One hand reached out to caress her hair and pulled her nearer between his knees. Once again, Helena anticipated the taste of a man's cock.

Still Lord Cabud did not give her the order, nor did he force her face down towards his crotch. Instead he wrapped his hand in her hair and tilted her face upwards. The tug hurt and brought tears to Helena's eyes, and a detached part of her wondered that she should still be moved by such a small pain after what she had already suffered. With his hand tightly holding her hair, and now below and behind her head, Lord Cabud started to lift her so that to avoid the increasing pain in her roots, she had to transfer some of her weight to her legs and begin to stand up. Her knees had to bend gradually until it was hard to maintain her balance, and it was while she was in this condition that Lord Cabud chose to lean forwards and kiss Helena. In pain and struggling to stand, Helena could not respond, but Lord Cabud's other hand was suddenly under her behind, and he guided her so that she was perched on one of Lord Cabud's knees. He caressed her and Helena started to kiss back, but immediately he broke off. He let go of her hair and with both hands pinched her buttocks. Helena yelped with surprise and pain, but was not allowed to pause to recollect herself, for once more his hands were under her, almost cradling the bruised skin and lifting her. Her eyes were locked to his, so it was not until he started lowering her again that she realised that now he was fully hard, and was placing her with precision directly over his penis. Just as the tip of his towering manhood nestled against the gateway to her pussy, Lord Cabud snatched his hands away from her behind and without warning, she fell the rest of the way, his entire length plunging up into her cunt. Her breath was knocked out of her in a single gasp and as she refocused, he seized her firmly by the upper arms and held her in place, his long shaft warm inside her tight pussy. Helena found the floor again with her feet, but felt paralysed by the vampire's touch. His eyes bore into hers until finally he spoke.

"Pleasure yourself on me. Bring yourself to climax as often as you wish. I shall demonstrate to you my utter control by not climaxing myself."

Helena did not feel like having sex. She wanted to recover and think about all that had happened today, but she had no choice. Lord Cabud had given her a direct order to bring herself to orgasm by using his erect penis as her sex-toy. Slowly she started to push herself upwards, feeling the shaft withdraw as she did so. Lord Cabud had not released her arms, although now his grip was gentler. It was clear that she would be permitted neither to use her hands in any way, nor to leave until she had climaxed at least once. Gently, she relaxed her legs again and felt the rod ride deeper once more. With relief, she realised that her pussy was beginning to lubricate itself, having been completely dry to start with.

She looked at Lord Cabud, but he seemed totally disinterested in her, although his gaze seemed to take in the sight of his cock's entrance into her pussy, to Helena he looked utterly detached, as though none of this was of any interest to him. A curious rage came over Helena, a determination to make him notice her fucking him, even if she had such limited movements available to her, and, yes, to make him come despite his proud claim before.

With desperate abandon, she pushed up as quickly as she could, and almost lifted herself right off his cock before just as quickly releasing the tension. With Lord Cabud pulling her back down so that she did not escape, the impact was even greater and she grunted with the force of her movement. The Lord was unmoved.

Again and again, Helena frantically pushed up and plunged down, trying every trick she had ever read in the advice columns of girls' magazines – rhythmically tensing and relaxing her pelvic muscles to excite him further, short, quick movements, long slow ones, but he remained as unmoved as ever. For Helena, though, the sensations were incredible. It was almost as if she could feel it from both perspectives at once, and her own excitement just kept growing. Despite her best efforts, she finally could not control the wave of orgasm that came over her, blasting away all her defences and intentions in a wave of pure animal reaction. Exhausted, she slumped forwards onto her master's chest, his rampant cock still inside her and unsubsiding.

Lord Cabud remained unmoved by Helena's performance and her impressive finale. Instead, as she gathered herself after the emotional avalanche, he wordlessly forced her to stand using his hold on her arms. He pulled the sash from his robe, and before Helena could piece together what he might do with it, he sprang fro his seat and trapped her wrists behind her back, tying them together using the sash. It was long enough that he could wind it round a few times, pinning her lower arms together with the tightness of his loops. Out of instinct, Helena started to struggle then but it was far too late. Her Lord was now standing behind her, having moved there to tie the knots, and he rested his hands on her shoulders, a pressure that he gradually increased, brooking no resistance, until Helena sank once more to her knees. Her tied hands were resting on the floor behind her and her breasts, at first heaving to regain her breath, were now heaving with panic. She had obviously stepped astray again, but what would her punishment be? What was her crime this time?

"You stupid bitch," Lord Cabud said as he strode round to face her again. "How many times do I have to explain to you that I can read your thoughts? Your crime was to try to defy me, to try to bring me to spill my seed within you when I had already told you that this would not happen, that I had the control to prevent it, and that I would prove this. It is the easiest thing for me to detect such defiance in the minds of my underlings, why do you continue to believe that I will overlook these deviations of yours? And, because I can read your thoughts, I know the disgust with which you regard your next duty – I had planned to save this for another time, but since you are so keen to make me come, you shall suck my manhood until you have swallowed every last drop. That, since you were wondering, is your punishment – be thankful for it."

Helena gulped as the rock-hard penis, still coated in her own fluids, hovered before her face. She knew that to delay would cause more pain, but it was more than she had ever done for anyone before, and she couldn't help but hesitate before parting her lips to allow the thick stem to pass between them.

She opened her jaw as wide as it would go, shivering with revulsion as she took the meaty object gradually deeper into her mouth. Her tongue shrank from the task, but the command had been quite clear, and her lips closed around it, still less than halfway up the shaft. She tried to meet his eyes, but he was taking no notice of her now that she was doing his bidding, and hating it, and thereby being punished for her disobedient thoughts. She began to suck and move her lips back and forth along his dick, unsure if she was doing this right, and dreading the moment when his sperm would flood her mouth. Unconsciously, she started to hasten the feared moment, her tongue finally starting to add itself to the business of stimulating Cabud's penis. She did not know if it was her desire for this episode to be over, or if Cabud's will was manifesting itself through the psychic link that he had demonstrated.

She became more eager in her ministrations and started to take the shaft deeper with each stroke so that soon it was beginning to touch the back of her throat. She licked and caressed the rod with her tongue and her lips but while it stayed as hard as ever, there did not seem to be any reaction from Cabud. She understood at the back of her mind that he was punishing her, and would hold on far longer than he would normally, simply to force her to keep on sucking and enduring this humiliating and disgusting event. The rest of her, she realised, was in the grip of his command - either verbal or psychic, she didn't know for certain, and she helplessly redoubled her efforts while at the same time just wanting to retch and cry and wash herself, her mouth, her soul. But she was a vampire now; did she even have a soul left to wash?

Helena suddenly felt something change and her whole mind was returned to the moment. She braced herself just in time to catch the spurting fluid as Cabud came deep in her mouth. She swallowed frantically to clear her airway, astonished at how much of it there was, desperate not to suffocate or miss any, for the order had been explicit – every drop. If some fell from her mouth, what would happen to her? At last it was over, a few seconds that had while they lasted seemed like all the time there had ever been.

In revulsion she fell away, her hands still tied behind her back, and sobs wracking her body. She lay there in tears while Cabud watched her dispassionately. Finally, he said, "So you want to wash? This will have to do." From somewhere he produced a bucket of water and tipped it over Helena's shivering form. He then swiftly draped a blanket over her and left the room, making sure that the doors were locked. Clearly, Helena would not be leaving for a while. Unable to make herself comfortable, she consoled herself that, as a vampire, at least she couldn't freeze to death and lay down to await the next episode in her new existence.