Helena's Turning

Part 12

Helena woke with the dawn, she knew, even though the chamber where she had slept had no windows. Some part of her burgeoning vampiric powers must be automatically aware of the day. Maybe it was a warning, in case a vampire fell asleep and could use those first few minutes to hide from the daylight; or maybe it was just a signal that would normally have told a vampire that it was time to sleep again. She stretched herself as Cabud woke beside her.

"I am glad to have got rid of that nasty corset!" she told him, reaching over for a kiss. Before their lips met, she drew back – Cabud was denying her that signal of connectedness, by using a far more fundamental connection. He gently pushed her back onto the sheets of black silk and she enjoyed the feel of his eyes on her. She knew that he was appreciating her new shape, a white silhouette against the dark background. She was, as he had predicted, squeezed down to a waist that was barely possible for a human to achieve with the use of severely restraining garments. Her vampire's body now took as its shape a waist that measured just 16 inches: not as small as predicted, but small enough and pliable enough that it would once again fit into the 12" corset when Cabud demanded it. Helena supposed that she resembled that famous picture that sometimes appeared as two faces in black, on a white background, and sometimes appears as a white candlestick on a black background. The thought amused her: a walking, talking work of art, artist by the name of Cabud Samuel!

There was a day of normal life to get through now, though.

Cabud stirred.

"For your remark, I think I ought to put you back in it!" he said, pointing to the discarded corset, "But I won't this time. You have classes to attend, and I have a business to run. Let's get you ready."

Helena lay first on her front and then on her back, letting Cabud massage the sun cream deep into her skin, in a glorious coating of protection, that gave her the power to defy the sun. He turned her over, and rubbed the cream all over her body, fondling her breasts and making her tingle with anticipation once more: anticipation that would have to be denied.

He forbade her wearing underwear during the day, but she was free to choose from an extensive wardrobe to which he showed her. Helena took her time, but she knew instantly when she had found the dress that she would wear. She knew it, because it had been cut specifically for her current figure. The skirt of the dress hung straight and loose to her ankles, but from hips to waist, it shrank to the exact contour of her own body, and then back out again to take in her bosom, providing in itself ample support for Helena's breasts. It could not have been prepared for her before hand, but she imagined that by luck and good judgement, Cabud had known how to make it to fit.

Although a plain fabric, in a very dark red colour, there was no doubting that it looked special, as though she was dressed to go to the opera houses frequented by high society. And with her pinched, hourglass figure, it was a complete Goth/"vampire-club" type thing to wear. Those people would have no idea of what it was really like as a vampire, or that this dress was really being worn by a genuine vampire. That thought pleased Helena, and so she announced that she was ready to go.

They did not take the Mercedes this time, but a nondescript VW Golf. Even so, Helena drew a few stares as she stepped from the vehicle. Her fabulous gown and her hourglass figure were remarkable, and the idea that a modern-day, independent woman like Helena would allow herself to be put into a corset like that, and parade in public, was unthinkable. It was practically the biggest gossip point of the day on campus.

Helena fielded all questions with a curt, "I like the feel of it," not able to reveal that she was in fact for the first time in a week free of such a constraint, and that this was her natural figure from now on. People would soon grow used to seeing her like this. They might even overcome the shock when she changed for swimming. Somehow, she didn't feel that she could face gym sessions like this, though. The water of swimming would provide enough distortion of the image to hide the truth; but to be on full view in her freakish new body was more than she could bear for the moment.

Helena worked Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays at the Adam's Finger, so tonight she had nothing to do in particular in the real world. In her vampire life, she had a dish of cold revenge waiting at Cabud's castle.

Cabud's psychic call to her was as clear as a bell as the class dispersed from the last lecture of the day. She even felt in it that she should meet him where he had dropped her off that morning, and he would be driving the same car. She knew that this could only be due to her exceptional nature even as vampires went, and proudly went to meet him.

* * * * *

The coffin stank when they opened it. Alpha had not suffocated, because the coffin was designed for sleeping in and had air holes cunningly hidden, but he had wet himself and been unable to go so long without having to shit. Thus, for a while now he had been lying uncomfortably in a pool of his own piss and crap.

He was already like a broken man, driven half-mad, it seemed, by the long hours of confinement in a dark and unknown place. The vampires lifted him onto a trolley and strapped him down as awareness began to creep back into his eyes.

"Don't worry, Mr. Felton," Helena cooed, "We're just going to give a little shower before we move you on to the next bit."

The shower in question was the one in the electric room. Danny Felton, "Alpha", was made to stand on the centre circle while Helena and Cabud held him firmly. The meaning of the handcuffs on the rope were not lost on the man, and at last he began to struggle, spouting threats and angry words of defiance at his captors. But vampire strength overcame his desperation and soon his hands were untied and fastened into the handcuffs. Cabud carefully removed the rope around Alpha's ankles and attached the copper wire.

Helena went and stood in front of him.

"You raped me, and now you will pay. You betrayed the trust that my master placed in you, and now you will pay. Do you remember what he told you you could do to me, if you spoke the magic words? Did it ever include sticking your prick in my cunt? No. You had permission to take one blowjob each, and to tie me up if you wished, while you did that. The penalty for transgressing my master's laws, is that I shall take out the pain you caused me by causing you pain. And then, you will die just like your fellow rapists died before you. Do you understand what I have told you?"

"You crazy, mad, fucking bitch!" Alpha burst out, "You can't possibly get away with any of this! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He tried to kick at her, but she was quick and stepped out the way. She and Cabud walked away, while Alpha continued his ranting at the insanity of his situation.

"Keep talking!" Helena called back to him, "You'll just make it more fun for me!"

Cabud led her to the control room of the electric chamber. He hoisted Alpha until his feet were just touching the floor, and then activated the shower switch. Together the vampires watched as Alpha swayed in the jets of freezing water that thoroughly and painfully cleaned the captive policeman.

Once the enforced cleansing was over, Helena took a moment to look around her. It seemed like something out of a vast starship in a sci-fi movie. Four control arrangements for the arms were present, and a huge bank of buttons to switch between the various options. There were sliders to control voltages and the height of the rope. There were winking lights and dials that told the user how the system was set.

Cabud spoke, "As you see, I have spent several years developing this, as I told you while you were its victim. And you are not the first young vampire to assist me here, hence the second pair of controllers. Have a look at the panel there, and see if you can work out the controls before I switch on the main mechanism."

Much of what Helena saw was actually self-explanatory: there were switches to select which arm was controlled by which hand, and sliders for each control column to select the amount of electricity delivered when she squeezed the trigger. The control columns were each composed of a many-jointed arm, ending in a handgrip. On each there was a trigger for the index finger to use, and a thumb-switch on the back. It appeared that the triggers were an analogue system, so that lightly squeezing them would deliver a small fraction of the current indicated by the slider, while squeezing them all the way would deliver the whole lot.

In the electric room, around Alpha, six ceiling hatches opened; the five already used to torture Helena, and a sixth, directly behind the victim. Like the one directly in front, this was tipped by a metallic dildo, and the use to which it would be put on a man was clear instantly to Helena. Cabud also hoisted Alpha a little bit higher, so that now his toes were dangling a centimetre or two from the floor.

Alpha was looking about him in terror. He couldn't quite turn enough to see the sixth arm, but he could see enough already.

"You crazy, crazy bitch, what the hell are you doing to me!?" he cried, microphones transferring the man's wild, angry and despairing yells. Helena found a microphone of her own and flicked the "on" switch.

"You ought to watch your language, Mr. Felton, when you are as helpless as you are now, and in my power." She switched off her microphone, and looked down at the panel. She selected what she took to be the left-front robotic arm (from the point of view of the victim) and decided to control it using her right hand. She was pleased to see the arm come to life and sway as she swayed her controller. She experimentally flicked the thumb switch upwards, and the bud began to open into its cup configuration. She flicked it down from the rest state, and the bud closed again. She moved it inwards, watching impassively as Alpha came to life again, jerking and swinging to try to escape the menacing object.

Cabud activated the twin of Helena's robotic arm and suddenly, Alpha didn't know where to wriggle his body. But Cabud advanced his more slowly, so he shied that way more. Helena aimed her implement at the prisoner's armpit and nestled the thing there. She counted three, and then squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened, and she looked down at the panel. She had forgotten to advance the slider from zero. She made a quick adjustment to the level, and tried again. She was rewarded with a huge cry and a string of swearing from Alpha.

"Please don't use that sort of language, Mr. Felton," she cooed over the speakers, "I have sensitive ears, you know. I think I may just have to increase the voltage a little." She nudged the slider up another notch, and squeezed the trigger again. Alpha's cry was just as loud, but he bit down on any additions he might have made to his previous outburst.

It was the catalyst that Helena needed, and with Cabud's help for half an hour she experimented with placed to put her bud, occasionally opening out into the cup formation. She was particularly pleased with the effect of placing it over her victim's face, and watching his abject terror as the spike closed in slowly first on one eyeball, then the other, and then finally (having withdrawn it just before it made contact each time) closing it properly with the spike centred on his nose. Cartilage crumpled as the spike drove into that soft tissue. With the spike embedded thus, she sent a big jolt into the man's face. Any time that Alpha swore or protested the insanity of the punishment, he received an increased voltage in the same area.

Finally, Cabud activated his microphone, "Mr, Felton," he intoned, "You betrayed my trust, which is bad enough, but you also did material harm to me. You hurt, humiliated and raped my girl. You encouraged others to do likewise. I think that you will agree that we have in return hurt you, using electricity, and humiliated you by leaving you to lie in your own urine and excrement. But I cannot rape you five times, as you and your associates did to my girl. So the machine will have to rape you on my behalf!"

Cabud activated the sixth arm, while Helena took the dildo directly in front of Alpha. Helena advanced, keeping her evil implement well within Alpha's sight, and letting him think that this would be the means of his mechanical raping. Steadily, Cabud advanced his own weapon from behind, aiming it directly for the hapless rapist's anus.

The manoeuvre went perfectly, and the true purpose of Helena's dildo was revealed just at the moment that Cabud's reached the entrance to its target. Alpha was unable to move his body in such a way as to avoid the dildo behind him and that advancing before, which had suddenly switched its level and was gliding remorselessly towards his mouth. He clenched his teeth and lips shut, and likewise his sphincter behind him. Cabud decided that he needed a little bit of help, and gently touched the trigger on the anal probe. The instinctive yelp was all that Helena needed to be able to force her way in to Alpha's mouth. He realised what was happening, but was far too late to prevent it. Cabud operated his microphone again.

"That was a very light shock, compared to what I can deliver. I will keep on shocking you and turning up the voltage, until you relax and let me in. Trust me, you do not want the voltage to be very much higher than it is now, when I finally do get in."

It took another two shocks in demonstration before Alpha took Cabud at his word and opened up. Even so, although the probe was specifically designed for the purpose, it was a tight fit. Cabud would not let Alpha have any relief, however, and made sure that he drove the motors forward until the full length of the shaft was inside. Then he drew back. Like a boxer using one fist to repeatedly strike an opponent, Cabud shuttled the unforgiving metal shaft in and out of Alpha's backside, to the accompaniment of real, unalloyed screams from the recipient. These were not the yells of anger or outrage that Alpha had used before, but sheer unadulterated pain, only slightly muffled by the metal dildo that also occupied his mouth. A CCTV screen showed the view from the rear, and Helena felt a familiar stirring in her as the red lifeblood began to seep from Alpha's punished behind. She gave her trigger a gentle squeeze, and then harder. Alpha gagged horribly on the implement and his own voice.

Cabud stopped, and Helena held her finger over the trigger. On Cabud's nod, she gave a stronger burst of power, and just as she cut off, Cabud launched his own through the metal cock buried in Alpha's arse. As Cabud cut off, Helena started again, a little bit stronger. Faster and faster, they alternated, perfectly in tune through the mental link, and adding more and more power until Alpha's voice extended into one long wail. Faster and faster, more and more power. As they approached 90% of maximum, wisps of smoke were appearing, and Alpha's voice became strangled and fell silent. Sharing a glance, the two vampires pushed their sliders to full power, buried the triggers and held on as Alpha was reduced to a burnt-out corpse.

Helena's revenge was complete.