Breaking Vampirella

Chapter 1

Trap

It was a night with a full moon that shone so brightly that even if Vampirella
did not have extra sensitive night vision, she could have seen the scenery
passing below here clearly as she flew over the bright neon-lit cityscape. If
someone on the streets below had but looked up, they would probably stand a high
chance of seeing a shape fly across the sky, her large leathery bat like wings
flapping strongly to keep her airborne and propelled forward. They might even be
able to tell that it was a woman, slender and svelte in figure, long of limbs,
clad in a red latex bikini, the top of which consisted of nothing more than two
strips, each running down her torso, top barely covered her ripe breasts. These
strips were joined at the lower ends to a red latex thong that left her firm
buttocks open to view. The top ends came together at a silver clasp that held
them to a white winged collar around her long neck. 

Vampirella banked to her right, and swooped down onto the roof of a dilapidated
apartment block. As she landed, the leathery wings on her back began to shrink
and become paler, until they were but stumps sticking out of the bare back of
the woman. Quickly, these stumps disappeared too, leaving a normal back, with a
sinuous spine snaking down from her neck, ending just above the start of the
cleavage between her buttocks. 

As the beautiful vampiress stood up to her full height of six foot one inch –
boosted another three inches by her thigh high high-heeled latex boots - her
firm breasts juggled slightly, the movement restrained but not suppressed by the
elastic latex material covering them. The outward angle at which the strips of
latex dive down from the silver clasp at her throat left the large parts of her
breasts exposed, the smooth skin of the domes glowing in the moonlight. The
chill of the night had had an effect on her nipples, even if the cold did not
discomfort her. They were extending and hardening, leaving an impression on the
latex covering them.

Like all vampires, Vampirella is a predatory animal. But unlike other vampires,
she does not hunt humans, even though the blood that flowed through their veins
is what she needed to sustain her. Instead, she hunted demons, vampires,
monsters, and other unsavoury creatures of the night. The latter include those
of a “human” kind (although Vampirella do not consider them strictly human):
serial killers, rapists, mobsters, bullies and such dregs of humanity. 

Such a restricted field of prey, of course, has certain disadvantages, the main
one of which is that the supply is much less plentiful, and sometimes Vampirella
had to go hungry for the lack of prey. This was not always harmful. A little bit
of hunger sharpened her senses – both natural and supernatural – as she hunted
for her elusive prey. But big cities like this one never presented this problem.
There was more than enough preys, both of the supernatural and human kind.
Cities always seemed to attract degenerated creatures of the night.  

As Vampirella walked over to the edge of the roof, her buttocks swayed and
rocked behind her. She flipped over the edge and began to claw down the side of
the building. She reached a sash window a few floors down, and slipped onto the
ledge. The window was unlatched, which saved her the trouble of breaking in. She
lifted the window and slipped into the apartment behind it. 

The room Vampirella found herself in was very dark. Almost immediately, a smell
hit Vampirella - that of fresh blood. She tensed as her body responded to the
smell. It did not help that she had not fed for a few days. Controlling her
bloodlust, she looked about the room. Almost immediately, she saw a dark shape
seated on a swivel chair, its back facing her. She straightened and walked
cautiously up towards the shape, her high heels clicking on the bare floor. 

The shape belonged to a man. Vampirella turned the chair around so that the
light streaming from the outside through the window would shine onto the man. He
was a fat white man, with a face full of beard. His face was upturned, eyes open
wide in horror and death agonies. A rag had been used to cleave gag him. His
hands were bound behind him to the back of the chair. On his chest were two neat
bullet holes. It was from here that the blood was flowing out. Touching the
man’s body, she found that it was still warm. The man had been killed only a few
moments ago. 

“I see that someone had beaten me to it.” Vampirella said quietly to the dead
man, “Such a pity. I would have enjoyed killing you myself.”

The man was a serial killer, with at least five victims. The police had arrested
him, but he was released only that morning on a technicality due to a mistake
made during a search of his apartment. When Vampirella saw the news reports, she
swore she would pay the man a visit. But she had arrived too late. Someone had
already avenged the victims. 

Vampirella turned and was about to leave when she stopped. She really was
hungry. She had wanted to make the man’s death a slow and painful one as she
sucked the blood from within him. He was still warm, and the blood still
drinkable. Why should she not feed on his blood? She turned back and went up to
him. Tilting his neck to one side, she leaned over, opened her jaws and sank her
teeth into his neck, penetrating his jugular. The blood was still warm, and she
suckled the warm nourishing fluid into her mouth. There was a slightly
unfamiliar taste to it, but she did not mind. At last, satiated, she stood up
and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her thick sensuous lips stained a
ruby red. She turned once again towards the open window. 

Something was wrong. Vampirella’s legs felt sluggish beneath her as took a step
forward. The next step was even heavier. At the same time, the room started to
wobble. The wobble slowly increased with each step she took towards the window.
She realized that there was something wrong with the blood. It was tainted by
something. She had felt something like this once, when she had accidentally fed
on a heroin addict who had just shot up. The huge amount of heroin in his blood
had almost immediately hit her. But that experience was nothing compared to
this. 

The room was rocking crazily from side to side. Vampirella could hardly take
another step. Her body felt so numb, so unresponsive. She tried to reach the
window. She did not make it. As her body failed her and she collapsed into a
sinuous pile on the floor, her hair spilling over her face. She tried to move
her body, but she could not get it to move. She was imprisoned within her own
body. 

Vampirella heard the door squeaked open behind her. A series of heavy footsteps
followed, and a dark shadow came into her field of vision. She was turned over
onto her back. She looked up into a man. He was wearing a mask over his head
that exposed only his light blue eyes. The man nudged her with the toe of his
shoe. She did not move. Satisfied, the man dropped the large grip bag he was
carrying onto the ground. It fell onto the floor with a thud.

The man took out a small torch from his pocket, and pulled back her right
eyelid, and shone the torch into the eye, noting the lack of expression in it.
He pulled back her stained lips to reveal her bloodied canine fangs. He moved a
hand down to her right breast, and squeezed it hard. Inside, Vampirella felt the
pain, but she remained completely motionless, her body unable to respond. 

The man parted her legs and inserted a finger and thumb under her thong. He
traced the lips of her vulva and parted it. He then pinched her clitoris
viciously. Again, Vampirella felt excruciating pain. And again, her body refused
to do anything about it. Satisfied, the man leaned down next to her right ear
and whispered, “In case you had not understood yet, I have put a drug into the
body. When you drank his blood, you took in the drug. It is a muscle relaxant
that confuses your nerve system and prevents you from moving your voluntary
muscles. It’s designed to keep dangerous animals docile. Dangerous animals like
yourself.”

The man turned Vampirella’s head to one side so that she is looking at the grip
bag where he had droped it. He opened it, and took out three coils of dark black
rope, a large ball gag with a leather strap threaded through it, a large dildo
that must be at least seven inches long, an anal plug that looked about five
inches in length, and a small bottle of lubricants. If Vampirella’s eyes could
move, they would have opened wide at the sight of the dildo and anal plugs. It
was not their sizes that shocked her, or the obvious fact that they will be
inserted into her whether she agreed to it or not. It was the intentions of the
man that these objects symbolized. She knew that the man intends to reduce her
to nothing more than a sex object.   

The man picked up one coil of rope first, and uncoiled it. He pulled a section
of the rope taut and showed it to her. He said, “ You may be drugged, but
there’s no sense in taking risks. This rope is made from woven Kevlar fibre.
It’ll hold a bull. Even if you are not drugged, I’ve some doubt whether you can
break them.”

The man lifted Vampirella up to a sitting position. He let her head fall forward
to her chest, and brushed her hair away from her neck. He then pulled the two
strips of the front of her costume aside to expose her breasts. He placed the
center of the rope over her neck, crossed the ends of the rope in front of her
body, between her breasts, snaking one end under her right breast, and the other
end under her left breast. Pulling the ends back behind her body, he gathered
the rope crossed the front of her chest. The lengths of rope under her breasts
were lifted up by this motion, which pushed up her ripe breasts. This motion
also chaffed the sensitive skin under her breasts.

The man crossed the ends of the rope behind Vampirella’s back, before crossing
them in front of her body, passing the ends under the lengths of the rope
crossing in front of her breast. He pulled the ends of the around her arms to
her back, crossing them yet again between her shoulder blades. At this point, he
tied the rope off with a simple butterfly knot, binding her arms to her body.
The crisscrossed lines in front of her chest also squeezed her breasts between
the lines running through her cleavage and under her breasts, and the lines
running above her breasts. 

There was still a lot of free rope left. He folded Vampirella’s arms up her
back, crossing her wrists over her spine, just below the level of her shoulder
blades. He used the free rope to bind her wrists together. When he released her
arms, the natural tendency of her arms to unfold from their unnatural upward
posture added tension to the rope as a hole, tightening the lines and squeezing
Vampirella’s breasts even further. It was a most uncomfortable form of bondage.

If Vampirella thought the rope binding her chest were bad, the worst was yet to
come. The man turned her until her head and her knees were resting on the floor,
with her butt raised into the air and her legs spread open. He slid a finger
under the thong of her costume and slid it down until he reached her crotch. He
pulled the latex material aside to reveal her vulva and her asshole. 

“I see you use bikini was regularly. Hmm... an air strip. Just the style I
prefer.” The man noted, his voice obviously filled with pleasure as he stroked
her pubic hair. He turned and picked up the anal plug with the bottle of
lubricants. He showed the plug to Vampirella. It was conical in shape with a
deep wide groove before a large base. 

“Let’s start with your ass hole first.” The man said, as he popped open the snap
cover of the bottle of lubricant. He poured a generous amount of the thick
liquid onto the tip of the anal plug. He placed the tip of the plug against her
anus. Vampirella felt the coolness of the tip against her opening, but she could
not move to get away from it as it began to probe into her. The man did it
gently at first, pushing the tip in a little, then withdrawing it. He did it
several times, each time pushing further and further in, opening her hole wider
and wider. Then, with a quick push, he rammed the plug home into her hole. Her
opening closed around the groove, holding the plug deep in her. The plug made
her feel full in her rectum, but it was not uncomfortable ... yet. 

The man turned, and picked up the dildo. Again, he showed it to Vampirella.
Unlike the anal plug which had a smooth surface, the dildo had grooves on its
surface. The grooves twisted its way up from a broad flat base to a tip. The
bottom of the dildo was a flat plate from which the shank of dildo rose like a
tower. The shank’s thickness was constant for most of the way until it narrowed
into a tip. 

The man applied lubricantly thickly over the whole of the shank, then aimed the
tip at her vagina opening. Again, he probed gently at first, pushing the dildo
in and out of her. Then, he moved faster and faster, manipulating the dildo at
an increasing rate until her body seemed to be trembling from his assault. If
Vampirella could, she would have screamed as the sensation of the grooved dildo
moving up and down her vagina sent shock waves through her body. The thickness
of the dildo was not something that she was accustomed to, it being thicker than
the members of most men. It filled her more fully than anything had before, and
it stretched the walls of her vagina. She felt almost as if the dildo would
shred her vagina walls. It came as a relief when the man finally rammed the
dildo fully home, even though with the thick dildo and the anal plug within her,
she felt as if her nether region was at a bursting point. 

The man took the second coil of rope, and uncoiled it. He wrapped the rope
around her waist, and tied it off at the center of her abdomen, forming a loop
around her waist. This left a long length of the rope dangling from the knot in
front of her. He gathered the length, and pulled it between her legs to her
back. He took a quick measurement, and knotted the rope using a simple overhand
knots. 

The man parted Vampirella’s vagina lips with his fingers and pulled the rope up
against her crotch, finding to his satisfaction that the knot rested neatly over
her clitoris. He passed the rope over the base of the dildo and the anal plug.
He tucked the end of the rope under the loop in the center of her back, and
pulled the end, pulling the rope tight against her crotch, and at the same time
pushing the dildo and anal plug deeper into her. He tied the free rope to the
back of the loop around her waist. This still gave him quite a lot of rope left.

Next, the man took from his bag, a rubber ball gag with a leather collar
threaded through it. He pulled back her head by yanking back her hair. Her slack
jaws opened easily. He forced the ball between her jaws, and pulled the collar
back, buckling the collar tightly behind her head. Vampirella had been very
effectively gagged.

Even though Vampirella made no reaction whatsoever, she was burning inside, both
from the chaffing of the rope against her most sensitive regions, and at this
humiliating treatment at the hands of a man. She wished she could get up and
tear the man apart, but the drug still held her captive in a useless body. 

The man turned Vampirella again, this time on to her right side. He took up the
third coil of rope, uncoiled it, and one end twice around her thighs, just above
her knees, binding her legs together. As her legs came together, the two
offending objects inside her pushed their way even further into her, causing her
even more unease. He tied the rope tightly around her thighs, pushing her knees
together, and leaving a long free end. He pulled this end forward, folding her
body upwards until her knees were pressed against her chest. He tucked her head
down until her chin touched her knees. Then he pulled the rope over her neck,
and pulled it taut, pushing her chin into her knee. He wrapped the rope once
around her neck and legs, and tied the rope off tightly under her knees. Then he
pushed her ankles up all the way until the heels of her shoes touched her
buttocks. Using the free end of the rope tied around her waist and crotch, he
tied her ankles together. He pulled the rope so tight, that her ankles were
pressed tightly against her butt. 

The end result was a very severe ball tie. Vampirella was trussed up like a
package awaiting delivery, which in a sense, she was. He turned her onto her
knees, her twisted and bound arms on top, with her head tucked in, looking back
at her knees. He walked out of the room, and returned, wheeling a gigantic
aluminum trunk into the room. It was similar to the kind used for transporting
props for movie sets. The man unlatched the two heavy bolts shutting the lid,
and lifted the lid up. He then came over to his bound prisoner. 

Vampirella was lifted up off the ground using the ropes binding her breasts and
waist. This caused the ropes to constrict around her, tightening their grip of
her breasts and her crotch. She felt the burning of fire in those areas, and
cursed in her mind at this treatment. She was placed into the trunk. She found
that the trunk was lined with foam rubber, with two sets of thick rubber straps
riveted to the bottom. Her captor buckled the straps over her, one over her
shoulders – which also pinned her wrists into her back – and the other over her
lower back – which also effectively pinned her legs to her body. It was added
insurance. Then the lid of the trunk was closed, plunging the vampiress into
total darkness. Somewhere next to her, a quiet motor started up, pumping air
into the box, thus keeping the interior ventilated. 

Then, Vampirella felt the trunk being pushed. She knew that her journey into a
terrible future had began. 

Chapter 2

Torment

“I’ve been hunting you for a long time, my dear Vampirella,” Vampirella could
barely turn her head towards the source of the sound. It came from a small
speaker mounted on the wall of the trunk. How long had she been held in this
small prison of hers? She did not know. She only knew that the vehicle she was
travelling in had been travelling for a long time. She had felt the trunk she
was in wheeled off. It was turned left and right several times as it was pushed
out of the room. She had felt herself brought down an elevator before being
loaded into a vehicle of some sort via a ramp.

Vampirella’s body had long since recovered from the muscle relaxant, but the
after effects still left her weak. She still could not break free from her
bonds. In any case, she wondered if she could have broken free, even if she had
not been drugged. Her arms and legs – bound as they were in unnatural positions
– had fallen asleep on her. The ropes binding her seemed strong and firm, and
they were reinforced by the thick leather straps pinning her to the bottom of
the trunk. The minimal movement she was still allowed only caused the ropes
binding her to chaff her sensitive spots, adding to her discomforts. 

“I have been planning this for almost a year, right from the moment I first
received the challenge.” The disembodied voice continued, “I did not believe in
your existence at first. It was almost like a joke to me. But when more and more
information started arriving, my curiosity was aroused. Then when the first
clear photo of you arrived, taken with you on all fours like an animal over a
human victim, your mouth full of blood and your breasts hanging down, I knew I
had to have you.”

The trunk Vampirella had been confined in had long since heated up to an almost
intolerable degree. She was perspiring heavily in the heat. Beads of
perspiration flowed down every inch of her skin, including her breasts and her
legs. The cramp confines of the trunk also caused a sense of claustrophobia
within the vampiress, unused as she was to this sort of enclosure. Her severe
bondage, the heat, the extreme smallness of her confines seemed specially
designed to torment her. 

“You were difficult to track at first, but from rumors on the internet, I found
a pattern. When I found a pattern, I know I had also found your weak point. You
migrate from city to city, staying about two to three months at each place.
During that time, you will hunt monsters and criminals. After a while, I could
guess which city you will be visiting. I finally caught up with you here. Lucky
for me, Mr Serial Killer here escaped justice. I know you could not resist this
opportunity. So, I used him as my bait to lure you to my trap. It was all so
easy. I had really expected a much tougher challenge.”

Why was the man telling her all these? Vampirella wondered. Perhaps it was
another part of his plan to weaken her psychologically, to tell her how she had
been hunted and captured. He was boasting, telling her how superior he was. But
recognizing this did not make the words stung any less. She felt the heat of
anger build up inside her, an anger born of frustration at her bondage and
humiliation at her defeat. She struggled with her bonds again. 

“So how do you like your bondage?” the voice taunted her, “I bet it’s making you
all wet in the cunt, especially with that dildo up your pussy. I didn’t know
what your size was really, so I chose the largest one that I could find. I hope
you are juicing nicely there.”

Vampirella felt the rage build up in her. How dare he taunt her like this? She
would tear him apart! 

“You think because you are a vampire, you are invulnerable aren’t you? Well,
I’ve got news for you. You are just a victim, helpless in my power. Helpless to
prevent me from having my way with you!”

Vampirella pulled at her bonds. She ignored the pain caused by the rope around
her breasts as it constricted around her fleshy mounds. She pulled and tugged at
her bonds. The ropes were strong, and for a long time, she thought they were
unbreakable. But she did not give up. There really was nothing else for her to
do. She continued pulling at the ropes around her wrists. After what seemed like
an eternity, her persistence was rewarded. She felt the ropes around her wrists
began to give way. 

However, before Vampirella could fully break free, she felt the vehicle turned,
and started rocking, as if it had turned from a road onto a rough trail. She
felt her tiny prison lifted up and slammed down. With each motion, her bonds
chaffed her, causing her agony. 

“Are you doing OK back there?” the voice mocked, with a derisive laugh as the
vehicle rocked violently. It must be really rough terrain. The vehicle must be a
four-wheel drive of some sort, to handle this sort of terrain. With each motion,
the dildo and anal plug seemed to be hammered into her, causing her to moan at
the torture. She ignored the discomfort, and tugged at her bonds again, applying
every bit of strength and every amount of leverage she could summon in her
condition. The rope binding her wrists finally broke. Gratefully, she unfolded
her arms and let circulation returned to her arms. 

“Well, when we get to the ranch, I’m going to hook you up really high from that
rope binding your breasts. You’ll get a kick out of that!”

That’s right bastard, Vampirella thought, you just carry on talking like that.
She reached down passed her thighs and tried to untie her ankles. It took a bit
of work, especially with the vehicle bouncing up and down, but finally, she
succeeded in untying the knot. She uncoiled the rope from around her ankles. 

Next Vampirella reached behind her lower back for the buckle of the leather
strap holding her to the trunk. It was not easy, especially with the lid of the
trunk giving her very little room to work with. It took a little work, but she
finally managed it. When the straps parted, she could lift up her butt a little,
and this allowed her to untie the knot tying off the rope binding her neck to
her knees. Finally, she could lift up her neck. This allowed her to lean down,
and slip back a little, out from under the bond of the leather straps that had
been over her shoulder blades. With that, she had only to break free from the
trunk. 

Just then, the vehicle came to a complete stop. Vampirella heard a door slamming
outside the trunk, and muffled footsteps. A latch was thrown behind her, and
something dragged out of the vehicle behind her, and dropped onto the ground.
Then the trunk was pulled back on its wheels. It slid down a ramp of some sort
and came to a stop. The latch shutting the box was pulled back, and the lid
opened. 

Vampirella rose out of the box like an angel of vengeance. She turned towards
her captor. The man was no longer masked. In the instant before she leapt at
him, she saw that he had flowing blonde hair. He was slightly shorter than she
was in her heels, but he looked powerfully built in his white T-shirt and jeans.
He was wearing a white cow-boy hat and a pair of shades that hid his eyes. What
she did not notice, however, was that he had a small black box in his right
hand. As Vampirella leapt off her feet, the man pressed a button the black box.
The dildo and the anal plug in her suddenly started to vibrate. The vibrations
were so violent that they sent shock waves through her body. She fell on the
ground at the man’s feet, her limbs suddenly weakened as the huge monsters
within her did their work. The man took advantage of her distraction. He took a
coil of lasso made of thick rope he was holding in his left hand and uncoiled
it. 

The rope had a running noose at one end, and he skillfully threw the noose
around Vampirella’s swan-like neck. He pulled it violently, yanking her head
back cruelly. He quickly jumped on top of the woman’s body before she could get
up, driving a knee into the small of her back, and tugged back the rope,
tightening the noose further around her neck. He lifted up both her arms,
pinning her body into the ground, and crossed her wrists behind the small of her
back. The man wrapped the thick rope twice around her wrists, and tied it off.
Vampirella writhed under him, both from the vibrating monsters in her, and from
her struggle to be free. He shifted his body and sat down onto her long thighs,
pinning them between his own thighs. He lifted up her ankles until her heels
were pointing up. He used the end of the rope to bind the ankles together. He
got up off her, leaving her in a very severe hog-tie. If she tried to lower her
ankles, or pull on the rope around her wrists, the noose around her neck
tightens its grip on her neck, strangling her.

“I had a hunch you would try something like that,” the man said as he got off
Vampirella, “Luckily I took some precautions. How do you like the toys? I had
the motors specially made to give extra strong vibrations.” 

The man went over to a truck parked behind them. This was the vehicle he had
transported the abducted Vampirella on. He took two lengths of heavy chains –
those used to tow trucks – from the flatbed of the truck. Both had shackles
fitted to the ends. 

“Glad to see that I haven’t lost my touch,” the man said as he walked back to
where Vampirella was squirming on the ground, “I was rodeo champion three years
in a row, and can floor and bind a calf in half a minute flat. Now, let’s get
you into something more secure.”

The man dropped the chains on the ground next to the bound vampiress. He took
one of the chains and wrapped one end around her throat, just below the noose.
He secured the loop in place with one of the shackles. He then lifted up her
elbows. This placed a stranglehold on Vampirella’s throat and at the same time
placed a painful lock on her shoulder joints. She could not resist what he was
about to do. He wrapped the other end of the chain twice around her wrists, next
to the rope binding them, and used the shackle on that end to secure the chain.
He let go of her elbows, and easing the stranglehold. 

Next, the man took the other chain, and turned to Vampirella’s legs. Lifting up
the rope and shouldering it, he sat down onto her thighs again, clipping them
between his legs. Once again, he placed a strangle hold on her throat which
quell any resistance. He then lifted up her legs. She co-operated as this meant
a relief in the tension around her throat. He wrapped the second chain several
times around her thighs – just above her knees – until he could secure the ends
together with the shackles. This bound her thighs tightly together. This also
served to squeeze the monster toys inside of her deeper into her crevices,
increasing her discomfort. Finally, the man got off the shapely body of
Vampirella, and untied the rope from her ankles and her wrists, but left the
lasso coiled around her throat. She remained firmly bound, this time by thick
chains. 

When the man pulled on the other end of the lasso and the noose tightened around
Vampirella’s neck. He pulled on the lasso like a leash. The vampiress had no
choice but to try to get up. The chains binding her hindered her movement, but
the constricting rope around her neck forced her to obey. Slowly and unsteadily,
she got onto her feet. She found that the chain binding her wrists to her throat
were so short that it forced her to thrust out her breasts. The man smiled at
this effect, especially at the way her breasts wiggled as she struggled to get
up. She gave him a baleful stare. 

“Still feisty I see?” The man said as he walked up to Vampirella, “I believe
that we shall have to correct that kind of attitude right now. And I believe I
know just the way to do it.”

The man tugged on the leash and pulled Vampirella away from the truck towards
some structures nearby. She saw that it was an abandoned, run-down house
situated right next to an equally ancient looking corral. Both were constructed
of wood, which had long since been bleached to a sick gray. But whereas the
house looked as it would fall over any time, the corral still looked solid, with
all of its posts and railings all intact. The entrance to the corral had a
wooden gantry over it from which a sign had been suspended. A wooden swing gate
was shut across it. A single fit looking horse was inside the corral, staring at
the strange things happening nearby. 

The man dragged Vampirella to one of the two posts of the gantry. It had a large
iron nail driven into it at face level, and bent to form a hook. He threw one
end of the leash over the top of the gantry, and pulled on it. Vampirella was
forced to raise herself on tiptoes to prevent herself from strangling. The man
took this opportunity, and took hold of the rope binding her breasts, at the
point where the rope crisscrosses the front of her chest, and slipping it over
the hook. He then released both ropes, allowing the full weight of Vampirella’s
body to be taken up by her chest ropes. This caused great agony in her breasts. 

The man turned and walked back towards the truck. Vampirella turned her head to
follow him with her hate filled eyes. Her blood turned cold when she saw him
took a cat-o-nail tails from the back of the truck and came back towards her. He
knew she was watching, for he flaunted the leather-braided instrument with
relish for her benefit.

“This is what a slave gets for disobeying her master.” The man said as he walked
up to her. With an expert blow, he landed a blow neatly on her right buttocks.
The nine braided tentacles of the whip slashed into her skin, leaving welts in
the smooth skin. She moaned into her gag despite herself. Satisfied with the
response, the man assaulted her left buttocks, leaving more welts. She moaned
again despite her best effect to suppress it. 

The man took off his hat and then his T-shirt. The sun was beating down on the
scene as he put his hat back on. As he struck out again, the solid muscles in
his upper body rippled as he put his weight behind the blow. This time, he aimed
for her upper back, just above her bound wrists. Vampirella did not make a sound
this time, but her body twisted with the blow. The man followed it up by another
blow on the back, this time higher. With methodical  thoroughness, he worked his
way round to her side, hitting the side of her right arm with the whip, allowing
the tips of the whip to swing round and strike her breasts, once on each side.
She nearly cried out again, as some of the tentacles landed onto her nipples.
The man was clearly an expert with the whip. He worked his way down now, landing
blows to the outsides of her thighs, before working his way up again, following
the previous pattern of buttocks, backs, arms and breasts, and then her thighs.
He repeated the cycle five times before he stopped. By then, the bound vampiress
was slumped in her bonds, perspiration and welts covering her perfect body. The
man walked up to her and pulled her head back.

“Had enough?” the man asked. He let her head dropped back, took off his hat and
put back his T-shirt.

Vampirella nodded reluctantly. She could take no more. The man lifted her up and
off the iron nail suspending her. He turned her around and smiled at the welts
left on the outsides of her breasts. He then pulled down the lasso from the
gantry, and tied the rope to a railing of the corral.

“Stay here.” The man commanded. He went back to truck and came back hauling a
saddle and riding bit. He placed the saddle and bit on the railing to which
Vampirella had been leashed. He opened the gate, took the saddle and bit off the
railing, and walked into the corral, up to the horse. The horse seemed happy to
see the man. The man patted it on the side of its neck and whispered something
to its ear. He then placed the saddle and bit onto the horse. The man led the
horse out of the corral by its bridle. He got onto the horse, and rode it up to
the vampiress. He undid the leash and gave the horse a light kick in its flank.
As the horse started to move, he tied the other end of the lasso off on the horn
of the saddle. Vampirella felt the tug on her leash and the noose tighten around
her throat. 

“From here onwards, the trail will be impassable by even a four-wheel drive.”
The man said as he rode off, dragging Vampirella behind him, “In case you are
wondering, this is what they call the Badlands. There’s absolutely nothing her
but desert, rock and shrubs. No gold, no water, nothing. No one ever comes out
here anymore. This place used to be a minor stop for cowboys driving stocks west
to the pacific. But it has been used for eighty years. There’s not a soul here
to help you.”

As Vampirella looked around her, she noted with despair that the man had not
lied. The corral was situated in the middle of a narrow valley flanked by steep
rocky hills on either side. There were no roads within sight. Judging from the
position of the truck, they had probably came from the wider mouth of the valley
by truck. The man was now leading her towards the other end of the valley, where
it becomes steadily narrower. As they approached the mouth, the man turned the
horse to the right and up a trail leading to a cut in the hill. Through the cut,
they entered a maze like series of narrow trails cut through the rocks of the
hill, with the rock rising high above them on either side. 

It would have been a beautiful sight if Vampirella had not been in such
distress. Apart from the humiliation of her defeat and capture, her boots were
not designed for walking over such harsh terrain. Her high heels were soon
causing her feet to hurt. The chains binding her legs did not help. She was
effectively hobbled and could only take many small steps to catch up, urged on
by the chokehold of the lasso around her neck. On top of all that, the ropes
binding her breasts and crotch were all still in place, with the dildo and anal
plug still buzzing away in her. The ropes chaffed her skin as she moved, and
although she was used to the powerful vibrations in her now, their size and
motion still caused her considerable distress. Finally, her heavy exposed
breasts – unrestrained by the front strips of her costume – bounced heavily up
and down against her chest, adding to the discomfort.

The pair traveled for several hours, not stopping even once. Vampirella stumbled
once or twice, but was determined to keep up as best as she could. Although the
vibrators inside her had stopped after a few hours, their sheer size continued
to make her very uncomfortable. The chains seem to grind themselves into her
soft flesh and seemed to get heavier by the minute. She refused to allow him the
pleasure of seeing her being weakened by the journey. Nonetheless, when they
reached a sinkhole hewed out of solid rock by nature, and stopped, she sank to
her knees gratefully, completely exhausted by the trip. 

The man jumped off the horse and walked up to Vampirella. She looked up at him,
unable to hide the look of exhaustion in her face. The man smiled, and tugged on
her leash again, forcing her to get onto her feet. 

“And now, my dear Vampirella, since you have been so disobedient, I must
regretfully use some pretty harsh means to soften you up.” The man said, as he
undid the leash from the horn of the saddle. He then pulled on Vampirella’s
leash, and brought her towards an overhang jutting out from the wall of the
sinkhole. An iron ring had been secured into the hard rock face of the tip of
the overhang by a thick iron staple. A length of chain had been passed through
the ring, and hung from it, the two ends dangling off the ground. One end of the
chain had a snap hook fitted to it. 

The man Vampirella to a point under the outcrop, and kicked her knees in,
causing her to fall heavily to the ground on her knees. She grimaced with pain.
The man took the snap hook and snapped the hook to shackle securing the chain
around her wrists. He took the other end of the rope and pulled on it. This
raised Vampirella’s arms up into the air. At the same time, it tilted her body
forward. The stress on her shoulders was excruciating, and she had to raise her
body as well as she could to relieve the stress. The man stopped only when her
arms were pointing straight up into the air, and secured the end of the chain to
an iron spike driven into the ground behind her with a shackle. This position
also forced Vampirella’s butt up away from her ankles. It was a most
uncomfortable position. 

The man took out a knife from his belt, and cut the rope binding Vampirella’s
breasts. It did not bring her the relief that she craved at first, for when
blood circulation returned to her breasts, she felt like a million pins had
pricked into her flesh there. The man then cut her crotch rope, and let it fall
onto the ground. 

“Now, let’s get rid of these.” The man said as he took the base of the anal plug
and the dildo in his hand, and pulled both out simultaneously. 

Vampirella’s butt bucked up at the pain of the rough withdrawals. She could not
restrained herself from screaming into her gag. The man laughed at this
reaction. Throwing the two objects down next to her.

“Well, now, it sure seems like a waste to let such nicely prepared holes go to
waste, isn’t it?” the man said casually. Vampirella heard the sound of a belt
being unbuckled behind her, followed by the sound of a zip being undone. She
realized what was about to happen, and she started to squirm, determined not to
let the man have his way with her. But it was futile. Her position made it
impossible to resist his intention. It only succeeded in moving her butt
erotically in front of the man’s face. The man laughed again as he took out his
penis, which was hardening nicely into a large firm rod. 

“After so many hours with that monster dildo in you, I don’t think your vagina
would be much fun,” the man said teasingly as he knelt down behind Vampirella,
“I think I’m going to go for your ass hole.”

Vampirella felt a finger touched her asshole there.

“It’s still nicely lubricated. That’s good.” The man said. The next thing
Vampirella knew, she felt a hot stiff object enter her rear. She raised her head
and screamed into her gag. While she was not a virgin, Vampirella had never been
raped before, much less raped in the anus. As the man’s penis entered her,
forcing her asshole open, the physical pain was intense, but the mental torture
was even greater. She shook her head, flinging her head from side to side as the
man moved his penis rhythmically back and forth in her asshole, shocking her to
the core. The man only stopped when at last he ejaculated into her rectum. As
the man withdrew his limp penis, leaving her asshole gaping, the sperm leaked
out and trickled down her crotch. Vampirella dropped her head in exhaustion and
humiliation.

“Well, I hope that was as good for me as it was for you.” The man said as he got
up and zipped up his pants, “You might as well enjoy your sun tan. It’s only two
in the afternoon now. There’s still four hours of sun left. I will be back when
the sun is down.”

The man turned towards away from Vampirella and mounted his horse. As he rode
away, his evil laughter echoed throughout the sinkhole. She was left alone in
her position, exposed to the sun.

Chapter 3

Tantalization

The man had lied. He did not come back when the sun went down. A sun tortured
Vampirella waited in vain for his return as thirst wracked her body. She had to
spend a chilly desert night in the open. While in the day her breasts and crotch
had been exposed to the merciless sun, at night, they were exposed to the
equally heartless chill. Although she was much hardier than the average human,
the torment of extreme heat and cold still weakened her body, already enfeebled
from her physical and psychological ordeal. The cold and her cruel bondage
position also prevented her from resting much. 

When at last the man turned up shortly after sunrise, Vampirella’s body was
extremely uncomfortable, aching at a hundred places. She was almost happy to see
him, despite her hatred for him. The man knelt down, and pulled her hair
forward. He undid the leather collar holding the ball gag in her mouth, and
removed the gag. She could close her jaws for the first time since her capture.
The man came round to her front, carefully not to be within range of her teeth.
He held something up to her face in the palm of his hand. It was a ring, about
three inches across, hinged at one point, with a latch at a point opposite. 

“I want to hear you scream when I put this on you.” The man said, showing her an
instrument in his other hand. Vampirella recognized it as a puncture gun, the
sort used to puncture holes in ears for earrings. She understood, of course,
that it could also be used for other parts of the body. She did not want to
speculate as to which part he was going for. 

The man went round to Vampirella’s back. She felt a sudden coolness around the
region of her vagina lips. She shuddered at what was about to come as she felt
her vagina lips pulled back. Suddenly a pain shot through her system, despite
the alcohol applied to the lips. Her body shook from the pain, and she screamed
involuntarily. She reared back and then slumped forward. The man chuckled as he
opened the ring, unhinged it. He had made a hole in each of her vagina lip. He
slipped the ring through both holes, and closed it. 

“How do you like the vulva ring?” the man queried.

“Fuck you.” Vampirella murmured. The man tugged the ring. It brought the desired
reaction from the vampiress as she reared up in pain again.

“That should teach you to hold your tongue.” The man said. Vampirella looked up
sullenly at him but said nothing. The man smiled and noted this improvement in
her attitude. He took a thick leather collar and wrapped it around her throat,
and buckled it tightly in place. The collar had a large D-ring in front, and a
mysterious black box behind. The face of the box rested against her spine. He
then went behind her and undid the snap hook holding her up, dumping her
unceremoniously on the ground. She groaned and turned her body, secretly glad
that she could stretch her legs and lower her arms. 

The man let the chain run freely through the iron ring until it gathered in a
pile on the ground. Taking the chain – still secured to the spike on the ground,
he secured the snap hook to her vulva ring. The heavy weight of the chain and
snap hook dragged on the ring, bringing Vampirella some discomfort. She knew
that she could not move too much too quickly.

The man stepped away from Vampirella. He went back to the horse, and came back
with a plastic water bottle and a metal bowl. It was made of clear plastic, and
she could see the viscous red liquid inside. Instantly, she knew what it was.
Blood. The man placed the metal bowl a few paces from her, and poured the liquid
into the bowl. The smell hit the vampiress almost immediately, and she suddenly
realized that she was hungry. Her imprisonment and torture had weakened her
body. She needed more blood to strengthen her. 

“Come and get it.” The man said, laughing. Vampirella debated for a moment
whether to defy the man by refusing to take the food given by him. But she
realized that it would be self-defeating in the end. She wriggled in the sand
towards the bowl, dragging the chain hooked to her vulva ring. Then she realized
a cruel fact – the chain hooked to her vulva ring and secured to the iron spike
behind her was too short. She was brought up short by mere inches from the
nourishing liquid in the bowl. She looked up in anguish at the man.

“Why?” Vampirella asked.

“Because someone paid me a very large sum of money to capture you and to break
you.” The man said, “I must say, you have made yourself a very powerful and rich
enemy. He must really hate you to want me to do all the things I’m about to do
to you.”

The man turned towards his horse, and once more rode away laughing. He was
clearly enjoying himself.

Vampirella was placed in a barbaric dilemma. In order to feed and satiate
herself, she had to get to the blood. But that meant pulling on the chain. She
knew that if she pull hard enough, the flesh of her vagina lips around the ring
would probably break. It would be painful. And it would be self-mutilating. The
viciousness of her captor shocked her. 

As Vampirella lay there agonizing, the decision was taken away from her. A
vulture swooped down, probably drawn by the scent of the blood and landed on the
lip of the bowl. This upset the bowl, and the warm nourishing liquid poured into
the desert sand. She screamed in agony, an animal scream that chased away the
vulture. 

However, more of the birds soon reappeared, brought to the area by the obviously
distressed Vampirella. They circled the prostate vampiress, not quite sure what
to make of her. Finally, a bolder one swooped down, and landed near her. It
padded cautiously up to her, and lowered its neck to peck her. That was the last
act it ever did. Vampirella struck out and bit down savagely on its neck. The
bird cried out in terror as she sank her canine teeth in and began sucking on
its blood. She finally let it go when it was drained. It was not enough, but it
was better than nothing. 

The man left Vampirella in the sun again for a whole day. At least she could
crawl around a bit to seek shelter. In the morning, the shadow cast by the
overhang could shelter her, but in the afternoon, there was no shelter within
the radius of the chain. She had to endure the heat as best as she could. 

The man finally returned in the evening. He saw with a glance the carcass of the
vulture, already shredded and picked over by its fellow kind, and surmised what
had occurred.

“I see that you are more resourceful than I had expected.” The man said as
Vampirella got to her feet. Her lips were covered with dried blood, and her eyes
were fierce.  The man got off his horse and walked up to her. She took a step
forward, and suddenly an electric shock ran through her spine. She fell onto her
knees just in front of him, not understanding what had happened.

“Another precaution on my part. The little black box on your collar is like a
stun gun, discharging electric shocks through two teeth in your collar. It’ll
scramble your nerve system and stun you for a while.” 

The man took a mask and went to her back. He pulled her hair to force her head
back and placed the mask over her jaws. The mask covered her nose and mouth
neatly. The man dropped her head forward, and buckled the mask behind the back
of her head. The mask did not gag her, but it did prevent her from biting. It
also had a series of holes in the front over her nose and mouth, large enough
for her to breathe freely but not large enough for her to bite through them.

“This should keep your jaws out of my neck for the time being.” The man said
mockingly. He unsnapped the chain from her vulva chain, and snapped a leash onto
Vampirella’s collar, and pulled on it. She got up onto her legs with difficulty,
her muscles still disobedient so soon after the administration of electric
shock. The man got onto his horse, and tied the other end of the leash to the
horn of the saddle. 

Once again, Vampirella was forced marched over a long distance, the difference
this time being that it took place mostly in the cool of the evening, and the
man seem to set a slower pace. But the journey was nonetheless challenging as
the vulva ring was twisted this way and that by the motion of her hobbled walk.
This brought much distress to the vampiress. 

It was very dark by the time they got back to the corral. Vampirella could see
clearly in the darkness, but the moon was so bright that it was not an
advantage. The man did not need a light to see where he was going. When they
reached the corral, the man got off his horse, tied it to the fence of the
corral, and led Vampirella up to the fence. She saw that a thick hemp rope had
been tied to a upper railing of the corral. It was tied at its center with two
long free ends. 

The man pushed Vampirella against the rope and took one free end. He passed the
rope under her right arm, across her chest and under her left breast. He passed
the rope around her back under her left arm, and pulled it around her back. He
pulled it under her right breast, across he chest, over her left breast and
under her left arm. Then he pulled tight on the rope, lifting her up on her
tiptoes as the rope tightened around her. He tied the rope off. 

The man then bent down and lifted up Vampirella’s legs. This left her body
weight supported entirely by the rope around her breasts. The rope instantly
constricted around her ample assets, applying pressure to them again. Vampirella
moaned into her mask. The man climbed up the railing and lifted her legs up
until her knees almost touched her face. He took the other free end of the rope,
lifted it up and tied her ankles together with it. He got off the railing and
looked at his handiwork. 

Vampirella was bent over in the opposite direction, with her feet pointing to
the air. This exposed her vulva to his whim, which he took advantage of. He
walked up to Vampirella and undid the vulva ring and laid it carefully aside. He
then took off his pants and exposed his cock, which was stiffening up. This
time, Vampirella could witness her own rape as the man made sure that she saw
his penis as he walked up to her.

“No!” Vampirella said, shaking her head, “Please!”

Ignoring her, the man parted her vagina lips, and placed started to toy with her
clitoris with his right thumb. With his left hand, he reached around her thighs,
and began to fondle her right breasts. He played with her until she could feel
her body reacting. She could not understand how he had managed to make her body
betray her like this, but the man was causing her to juice in her vagina. 

The man tasted her vagina with a finger. Satisfied with its wetness, he inserted
the tip of his penis into the mouth of her vagina. The height at which she was
suspended was just nice for him to remain standing comfortably as he rammed it
forward.

“Nooooo!!!” 

Vampirella’s scream carried into the night as the man moved his manhood to and
fro, jerking her body vigorously. She felt the warm hard flesh slid up and down
her passage, rubbing against her walls. Then, she felt the man climaxed within
her and ejaculated. But the man had climaxed too early for her, and she had not
been brought to a similar state of orgasm. As the man withdrew from her, she
felt a sudden reluctance to have him stop. She wanted him to complete his work,
and bring her to a climax. But she kept her mouth shut, her pride too much for
her to beg, as the man took the vulva ring and put it back in its place. 

The man turned to his horse, and came back with something he took from the
saddlebag. He held it up so the raven tress vampiress could see what it was. It
was a conical anal plug, similar to the kind that had filled her asshole when
she was first captured, except that this one had a knob in its base. He
lubricated it liberally from a tube, and went up to Vampirella and inserted it
into her hole. Then, he twisted the knob in the base. Immediately, the plug came
to live with a steady and strong vibration. Her body began to convulse.

“I thought I should leave you with a little toy to amuse yourself through the
night.” The man said as he turned to unsaddle and unbridle his horse. 

Vampirella could feel the strong pulsation of the plug vibrate through her
crotch. The vibration was strong enough to effect her sex organs, simulating
them. Yet, because the plug was not directly in her vagina, it only aroused her
without causing her to climax. It was the same kind of tantalizing experience
that the man had given her without satisfying her aroused needs. It was another
fiendishly clever instrument designed to torment her. But no matter how much she
moaned and writhed in her bonds, the man ignored her, continuing to tend to his
horse.

At last, Vampirella could stand it no longer, and she called out, “Please, don’t
leave me like this ... I ... I have to cum.”

Almost immediately after Vampirella said it, she felt the hot flash of shame
flood her cheeks. She could not believed that she had lowered herself to such a
level as to beg to be raped again. Worse, the man only laughed but did nothing.
She had humiliated herself for nothing. Her punishment was to continue to suffer
the emptiness in her. The man finished his business, closed the gate to the
corral, and went to the house, leaving his captive to spend yet another night in
stressful bondage.
  
Chapter 4

Training

Vampirella had fallen into an exhausted sleep despite her painful position and
the buzzing plug in her anus. The man emerged from the house in the morning,
released her from her bonds and took out her anal plug. She slumped to the
floor, completely drained of energy, weak from her ordeal and the lack of
nourishment. She looked up at her captor, filled with hopelessness, waiting to
see what he had planned for her next.

“I think it’s time you help out around here.” The man said, clipping a leash to
her collar and pulling her up to her feet. He led her around to the other side
of the corral. Vampirella saw a long trough made from cut steel barrels there,
inserted through the fence of the corral, with one end inside the enclosure. It
was slightly tilted towards the end on the inside, and that end was partly
filled with water. The other end had a pipe to its bottom. This pipe was in turn
connected to the base of a curious looking machine. The machine had a rusty iron
bottom driven into the ground. Over the base was a round metal cylinder. The
cylinder had a pipe wielded across it at its center. A long wooden pole was
slotted through the pipe. 

“This is an Archimedes screw,” the man informed Vampirella as he led her up to
the pole, “It’s used to draw water from the water table deep below the ground.
It’s the only source of water here for this corral. The cowboys would use a mule
to push this pole round and round. This drives a screw which draws the water up
from below. The water will come up here through the pipe into the trough. It’s a
neat arrangement, except, of course, we have no mule. Which is where you come
in.”

The man smiled as he said this. Vampirella understood what he meant. She was to
be used as a beast of burden. She was pushed against the pole. It came up to a
level just below her breasts, which somehow did not surprise her. The man took a
piece of hemp rope and wrapped it around her arms, crossed its two ends in front
of the wooden pole, up between her breasts, and then passed one end over each
breast. He crossed the rope behind her back, and passed the two ends around to
her front again, reversing the route he had taken previously until he tied the
rope off behind her back. He used the remaining free ends of the rope to bind
the two other strands of the rope crossing her back together. This had the
effect of constricting the rope around her breasts. This lashed securely to the
pole. Then the man stood back and slapped Vampirella in her right buttocks. This
propelled her forward.

For a moment, Vampirella wondered if she should put up some display of defiance,
but before she could decide, she heard the crack of a whip. In the next instant,
she felt the sting of a whip on her buttocks. 

“Move your lazy ass!” the man roared. Vampirella looked back and saw that he was
carrying a bullwhip in his hand. He was flicking back his arm to deliver a
second blow. She did not wait for it, but began to push against the pole. The
machine resisted at first, but with a rusty grind began to turn. Nothing
happened for a while as she pushed the pole under her breasts and walked in
circles around the machine, turning it. Once in a while, the man – who had taken
a seat on top of the fence of the corral – would crack his whip to encourage her
to keep moving. His aim was good, hitting her squarely in her buttocks, in one
of her breasts, then the next, adding more red welts to those already present
from her earlier whipping. 

The sun beat down onto Vampirella as she pushed. Perspiration covered her lithe
body. She felt weak from the heat and hunger, but she could not stop for the
moment she slowed down, the man hit her with the whip. It was made of braided
leather, and the pain it caused was great. The high heel boots that she wore
ground into her feet, adding to the agony. After a while, she began to wonder if
there was any water at all. Perhaps the man had set her on this cruel and futile
task to further break her down. If this was his intention, she knew that he was
succeeding for she could feel her body’s strength ebbing away from her and with
it her will.  

Then suddenly, Vampirella heard water bubbling up from the pipe into the trough. 

“Don’t stop, bitch!” the man roared, hitting her in her left breasts. She
grimaced, and continued in her circular path. She looked ahead of her,
concentrating on putting one foot ahead of the other, trying to keep out all the
pains and aches throughout her body. The rope lashing her to the pole was tight,
squeezing her breasts. As she moved, they twisted against the rope and pole,
chaffing the tender skin there. The vulva ring between her thighs also caused
her much grief as she walked. 

Water continued to bubble up the pipe as Vampirella continued with her labor
under the merciless supervision of the man until the trough was almost filled.
Only then did the man allowed her to stop and unlashed her from the pole. He
took her leash once more and led her through the gates of the corral into the
enclosure. He led her towards the trough. 

Vampirella saw that a rough sort of trestle had been set up next to the trough.
It was constructed from four thick wooden poles that had been driven deep into
the ground to form the legs. Two pairs were crossed about three feet apart, with
another wooden pole connecting them to form the back of the trestle. Unlike the
wood of the corral and the house, this wood was fresh and strong looking, being
at least four inches in diameter. The poles were held to one another with
tightly bound hemp ropes. She saw two thick leather belts nailed to each of the
four legs of the trestles, one at thigh level, and the other at ankle level. An
iron ring had been slipped over one end of the back, held in place by a large
iron nail. The man pushed her towards the trestle.

A table had been placed next to it with several objects arranged on it, but
before Vampirella could take a close look, the man pushed her against the back
pair of legs of the trestle. He bent her body down onto the back of the trestle
by lifting her arms up, pinning her down against the rough wood. Her chin rested
just over the end of the pole where the iron ring was. She saw that the iron
ring had been threaded through a large snap hook. The man took the snap hook and
secured it to the D-ring in front of her leather collar. This held her body down
over the back of the trestle.

The man then moved her left ankle to the outside of the rear left leg. This was
difficult for her with her thighs still bound together, but the man was not
deterred by considerations such as this. He strapped her ankle in place with one
of the belt. He then turned to her right ankle. He pushed it towards the other
leg. Vampirella had to twist her body slightly to allow it to reach that far. He
strapped the ankle in place as well. It was only when she was thus secured that
he took off the chain binding her thighs together. With her ankles firmly
strapped to the legs of the trestle, there was little danger of her striking out
at her captor. 

Once Vampirella was secured, the man knelt down, pulled her breasts -using her
nipples – and arrange them so that they fall neatly on either side of the back
of the trestle, their ripe shapes hanging like melons below her. 

When this was done, the man bent down, and unzipped her thigh high boots,
unzipping the long zips along her inner leg. He then strapped her bare thighs to
the legs of the trestle. Then, kneeling down, he unfettered her right ankle and
took off her right boot before securing that ankle again. He did the same thing
with her other boot.

Flinging the boots aside, the man undid her vulva ring and put it inside his
pocket. He went over to the table. Vampirella followed him with her eyes. He
took up two items. One was a ladle. The other was a sponge. He scooped water
from the trough and poured water over her bound body. The water was surprisingly
cool. She shivered slightly as the water dripped over her back. The man kept
ladling water and pouring it over her until her whole body was wet. He dipped
the sponge into the water and soaked it, then rubbed it all over her body,
especially under her costume and her bound wrists. 

The man then took a bottle of liquid soap and poured liberal amounts onto the
sponge. He lathered the soap until it was thick and foamy. He began to rub soap
onto Vampirella’s body. He began with her face first, as he wiped her face
vigorously with the sponge, almost choking the vampiress. He then soaped her
hair, and pulling the long strands along her back. He let the hair down to the
left of her neck, and began to soap her back. Then he bent down, and began to
soap the front of her body. He rubbed each of her breasts gently with the rough
sponge. As he did so, he played with them with his soapy hands. Vampirella
winced when the sponge went over the welts left on them by the whips.

Next, the man stood up and went behind her.  He placed the sponge over her
crouch and began to scour her private parts with the sponge, inserting a corner
of the sponge through her vagina lips to cleanse the inside. When the sponge
rubbed over Vampirella’s vulva, she let out a cry they had become quite
sensitive as a result of the piercing there. He then moved on to her asshole,
inserting a finger into the orifice for good measure. 

The man completed his soaping by running the sponge down each of Vampirella’s
legs. When he was done, he let the sponge drop on the floor, picked up the ladle
again, and poured water all over her until the last traces of soap had been
washed off her. When she was finally clean, he toweled her down, not neglecting
to molest her once more at her breasts and private parts. 

“I hope you enjoyed that, slave.” Richie said. Vampirella scowled at him, but in
truth, the wash had brought her much relief. Her body had become very sticky
from all the perspiration and dirt accumulating on her body through her
prolonged imprisonment. 

“Now, it’s time to start dressing you for your training.” The man said. He took
two objects and walked round to the front of Vampirella. They were thigh high
boots of thin and highly polished black leather. But unlike her boots, these did
not have stilletto heels. The general shapes of high heel boots were preserved,
but the soles were single pieces of rubber of increasing thickness towards the
rear. The heights of the back of the heels were three inches. Also, instead of
zips, the boots had long lacing that ran up the outside of the legs. There were
also D-rings fitted to the leggings, at the ankle, the calf and the thigh, on
the inward side of the legs. He turned the boots so she could see the soles.
They had large round tips, to which was fitted iron horse shoes. 

“Yes my dear slave, these are pony boots. I’m going to turn you into a pony
slave!” the man said, laughing. 

“Bastard!” Vampirella wanted to curse as the man walked behind her, but she held
her tongue. Standing against her buttocks with his to her, and he bent down and
released her right ankle. He lifted the ankle back with the palm of their hands,
like an iron smith would lift the rear leg of a horse when he was fitting an
iron shoe. He slipped the boot onto her right foot. Clipping her lower leg
between his own, he laced up the boot. It took him some time to lace the boot up
to her right knee. 

The man then lowered her ankle and strapped it back against the trestle leg. He
undid the belt around her right thigh, and continued the process of lacing up
her boots. He finished at the top which reached nearly to her crotch. He tied
off the lace in a dead knot, cut the excessive material, then replaced the
straps binding her thigh. The man repeated the whole laborious process with the
other leg until Vampirella was wearing the pair of pony boots. 

Next the man took a belt and buckled it around her waist. It was a made out of
two iron rings joined by three leather straps. Two of the straps buckled up
behind her back. When the belt was buckled around her waist, each of the iron
rings rested slightly behind each of her hips. An additional leather strap swung
from each of the rings. This strap has a buckle at its end. Each of the boots
also had an additional leather strap attached to its top, on the outside of the
thighs, just behind the lacing. The strap had eyelets pierced in a neat row in
them. This strap mated up neatly with the strap suspended from the iron ring
above. The man buckled both sets of straps together. Now, the boot tops were
suspended from the belt. To complete the ensemble, the man took a short leather
strap with snap hooks on both ends, and connected the two boots together, at a
point just above her knees. Once this was done, the man released Vampirella from
the trestle. 

Vampirella got up carefully. The boots did not feel uncomfortable at first. But
as she backed off a few steps, she found the boots awkward as a result of its
heavy soles. When the man led her by her leash around the inside of the corral,
she found that the strap linking her boots further restricted her movement,
reducing her gait to an unsteady trot. They passed the horse, which looked at
her in a bemused manner.

“A bit awkward, but you’ll get use to it. Now, to complete your costume for the
time being.” The man said as he led her back to the trestle, he secured her to
the trestle as before. He went to the table and took yet another anal plug. The
unique feature of this one was a large plume of black horse hair cascading from
the center of its base. He lubricated it. He came back to her, and shoved it
into her asshole unceremoniously. The pain caused her to suck in her breath. 

After completing his task, he slapped Vampirella playfully in her rump before
going to the house. He soon returned with a familiar looking bottle filled with
thick red liquid.

“Well, since you have been such a good pony today, I think you deserve a little
reward.” The man said as he came up to her. There was a straw inserted into the
bottle. He slipped the tip of the straw through a hole in her mask that rested
just in front of her lips. She took the straw between her lips and sucked
gratefully. It was not human blood. It tasted more like pig’s blood. It was a
poor substitute, but it was blood. She drained the bottle completely.

“Excellent.” The man said. He went round to Vampirella’s back. She heard the
familiar sound of his zip being undone. The man lifted up the plume of horse
hair covering her vulva, and raped her again. This time, she hardly whimpered as
the man filled her. And this time, she was allowed to climax.

Chapter 5

Transformation

Over the next few days, Vampirella drew water into the trough, lashed in the
same way to the pole. She was now wearing her pony boots. Within the first two
days, she had become accustomed to their limitations, and could move quite
nimbly with them. Indeed, they were easier to walk with, given their broader
soles. The man had also removed the hateful vulva ring, which helped a lot.

When that task was done, the man would bring Vampirella into the corral. He
would let her run around in the corral. She would run in the direction he
ordered her to. If she was slow or seemed to be disobedient, he would enforce
his will with his bullwhip. But in truth, her resistance had melted away with
each passing day as the routine of hard labor, rape and feeding sank in. 

Vampirella no long disobeyed or defied him on purpose, but instead seek to obey
his command as best as she could. She had long gotten past the stage where she
would resist for the sake of resisting. It was a futile gesture that would only
earn her the wrath of the man. Aside from the whip, she was also afraid that he
would not feed her at the end of the day. There was another reason which she
still would not admit to herself. She was afraid that he would not fill her at
the end of the day, and leave her to spend the night empty. 

At the end of the day, if she had been obedient and done well, he would lead her
back to the trestle and bind her to it. He no longer had to force her down. She
opened her legs wide willingly and bent down on her own accord, for the man to
enter her. 

The man noted this progress with pleasure. Slavery was as much about will as
about the body, mental subjugation as well as physical bondage. Vampirella had
come to accept the man as master not only in the sense of having to obey his
will or face punishment, but more importantly as the sole source of satiation of
her appetites – both physical and sexual ones. It did not matter whether she
knew this. It only mattered that sub-consciously, she had accepted this fact. 

At the end of the sixth day, the man brought Vampirella back to the trestle and
secured her neck and legs to the trestle. She saw that the table had some new
objects laid out on them. 

“I think you are now ready to move on to the next stage.” The man said as he
unchained Vampirella’s wrists. She stretched her arms gratefully, the first time
she could do so in days. She made no move to assault to man. There was no point
as the man could retreat easily to outside striking distance, and she would
surely be punished for it. 

The man took a leather object and showed it to Vampirella. It looked like a
mitt, except that it was shaped to hold a fist rather than an open hand. It also
had a long sleeve with laces.

“Form a fist with your right hand.” The man ordered. Vampirella obeyed
automatically. He slipped the sleeve over her fist until the end slipped over
the fist. The sleeve went all the way up to her armpit. The sleeve had laces
that ran from the wrist all the way up to the top, on the outward side of the
arm. He tightened the laces, and tied it off at the top. He took a second mitt
and put it on her left arm. The mitts had D-rings attached to them at two
points, one at the elbow level, and the other at the wrist, on the inward side
of the sleeve. The man took a short leather strap, roughly the same length as
the breath of her back, and joined the two mitts at her elbows. He then took a
double-ended bolt snap and secured the mitts together at the wrists. He then
released her collar from the snap hook.

“Stand up.” He ordered. When Vampirella complied, he took the leather collar off
her neck. He took another collar and encircled it around her neck. This collar
was at least four inches thick, and it forced her to raise her head. The collar
was buckled in place with two sets of buckles, one above the other.  

“Comfy?” he inquired mockingly. Then he did something she had not expected. He
took the front of her costume and ripped it forward savagely. She almost moved
her arms to try to stop him, but her arms were bound together. Then she saw how
absurd it was to try to stop him for this act. Her breasts and crotch had been
constantly exposed since the day of her capture. Her costume had become
irrelevant as physical cover. The stripping away of her costume had not exposed
her any more than she already was. But as the man cut the material of her thong
stretching over her two hips, she knew deep down inside that it was not merely
the costume that was being stripped away from her. It was also her identity as
Vampirella of which the costume was a big part. He was replacing that identity
with one of his choosing. She was to become what he wanted her to be, and she
had no choice in that matter. Nothing up to this point – not even her rapes,
humiliations and tortures – reinforced her understanding of her situation as the
act of stripping away her costume. As the man ripped the cut costume away from
her and fling it casually aside, she knew that she was no longer Vampirella. She
was the man’s pony slave.

The man moved her body back a little to clear her crotch away from the trestle.
She saw why in a moment. He took up a black leather chastity belt, and strapped
it around her waist, just above the belt with the iron rings. The leather belt
buckled on her two sides. A thick strap ran down from the front and another from
the back, the latter being longer than the former. The back strap had a leather
tube sewn to the strap from which a thick plume of black pony hair emerged. The
end of the strap had a row of eyelets that would mate up to the steel buckle at
the end of the front strap.

The man pulled the back strap deep down between her buttocks, then tight over
her vulva, before pulling it up and mated its end to the steel buckle in the
front strap. He pulled up the strap through the buckle until it was tight before
securing it. This left the plume of black pony hair squarely in the middle of
her loin.

Next the man took up a black waist clincher. He wrapped this around Vampirella’s
already narrow waist. It had lacing up the front. He laced it up tightly. The
way her waist was encircled made her hips seem even more curvy and sexy. The
waist clincher reached up from her hips to under her breasts. 

The man unhooked the double-ended bolt snap linking her wrists. He guided her
lower arms forward, and folded them under her naked breasts. He used a
double-ended bolt snap to connect the right wrist of Vampirella to the iron ring
behind her left hip, and another bolt snap to secure her left wrist to the iron
ring behind her right hip. This kept her arms folded in front of her. The strap
linking her elbows behind her back further restricted any movement. The man bent
her down again, and secured her collar to the iron ring again.

“Now, for the centerpiece” the man said as he bent down behind the table to pick
up something that he had hidden from her view all this while. He lowered it into
Vampirella’s field of vision. She stared into the face of a helmet shaped like
that of a pony. It was constructed from black molded leather, placed over a
light steel frame. It was very realistic looking, right down to the patch of
black hair at the top of the helmet, between two very life-like ears. Just
behind the hair, there was circular opening. Further down, a slit ran down the
entire back of the helmet. A series of leather straps with small eyelets in them
ran down one side of the slit. Leather straps with small buckles ran down the
other side. The bottom of the helmet ended in a thick collar, secured by two
sets of thick buckled leather straps.

The muzzle stretched away from the top of the helmet, ending with the nose. Two
holes had been pierced in the leather to resemble nostrils. Below the nose, the
shape of a mouth had been formed by two pieces of leather stitched to simulate
the jaws, but there was no actual opening where a mouth would be. 

The man placed the helmet on the table and took up a comb. He combed her hair
back, and away from her face and the side of her head. He tied her long raven
tresses into four separate bundles using short strings, one on the top of her
head, and the other three in a row down the back of her head. He took off the
mask covering her face, and picked up the helmet. 

The man brought the helmet in front of Vampirella’s face and pull the slit in
its back wide open. She looked inside to see that there was a thick rubber bit
running across the inside. As the man pulled the helmet over her head, he
ordered, “Open your jaws and bit the big.”

Vampirella obeyed, opening her jaws to accept the rubber bit as it was forced in
between her jaws. The man then secured the collar of the helmet behind her head.
He took the top bundle of hair and fed it through the opening on the top of the
helmet. He then arranged the other three bundles of hair through the slit, and
began to buckle the small straps running along the side of the slit. 

Vampirella felt the helmet gripped her head as the straps were tightened. When
the man was done, he untied her hair, took a brush, and arranged her black hair
until they fell back on the back of the helmet, and covered the leather straps.
When this was done, all signs of leather straps were hidden, and it was almost
as if her head had been replaced with that of a pony head, one with long black
mane.

Vampirella found that there were two holes where the eyes of a horse should be,
but some sort of black lenses had been fitted to the holes to simulate the eyes
of a horse. Given the off-center position of the holes – more towards the sides
of the helmet – her field of vision to the front was limited. If she wanted to
look directly ahead, she had to lower her head slightly to push down the muzzle.
The tainted lenses cut down her view even further. 

She could not see through the “nostrils”, as a sort of lightweight fan had been
fitted to the far end of the muzzle, allowing for air flow that cooled the
inside of the helmet. The lining employed some sort of material that allowed her
skin to breathe and perspire. Altogether, Vampirella must admire the high-tech
set-up of the helmet.

“How do you like your new head?” said a disembodied voice to her right.
Vampirella realized that the material just over her ears did not cut off all
sound. It was thin enough for her to hear louder noises such as a command. 

Vampirella felt the man undid the snap hook holding her collar to the trestle,
and she stood up slowly. The heavy head took some getting use to. When the man
released her fully from the trestle and led her away, it took her awhile to
adjust to the added weight on her head and her limited field of vision. She was
dependent on the man to guide her. 

The man brought Vampirella to a point at the fence of the corral where he had
set up a tall mirror. He placed her there, and let her see her own reflection.
From what little she could see, she could not recognize herself at all. Her head
was completely covered by the helmet, with her black hair forming the “mane” of
the black pony head. Her long legs were entirely shrouded by her pony boots. A
plume of black pony hair shot out from her loin. The effect was uncanny. She had
never thought it was possible to transform anyone so completely into a
caricature of a pony.

“Do you like what you see?” the man asked. Vampirella could honestly have told
him that she did not know what to say. 

“I know you could not open your jaws, but you could whinny without doing that.
Give me a whinny now.” The man commanded. When Vampirella hesitated, he brought
a riding crop down across her buttocks. Instantly, she let out a tolerable
imitation of a horse whinny by blowing through her nose. 

“Good.” The man said laughing, “Let’s go for a ride.”

Tying Vampirella’s leash to the fence of the corral, he fitted up his horse.
When he was done, he led both her and the horse out of the corral. She caught
the horse eyeing her in a bemused manner. It probably wondered what manner of
creature she was, with her head like a pony but the body of a human. She was not
sure if she knew herself. The man climbed onto the horse, and tied the leash to
the horn of his saddle. Then, they set off in a trot. 

The pace was moderate and Vampirella could keep up quite easily as the man rode
through the area around the corral. She found her new head to be heavy but with
good ventilation. She could breathe quite easily through it. The waist clincher
restricted her breath more. 

When both the horse and her worked up a good sweat, the man brought them back to
the corral, where he watered them down from the trough after they had cooled
down. 

“Excellent, excellent,” the man said, clearly pleased at the day’s work. He
looked at the tall woman standing before him as he poured water down her
curvaceous body. She was truly a marvelous sight. It had taken him longer than
most to wear down, but the efforts had been worth while. He could not help but
fondle one of her breasts, and was met with the very gratifying response of a
pleasured whinny. 

“Get down onto the ground slave.” The man commanded as he loosened his pants.
Vampirella got down onto her knees, sat back then laid back on the ground of the
corral. He smiled at how compliant she had become when he saw her spread open
her legs automatically without command. He undid the straps of the chastity belt
covering her crotch. 

“Since you have been such a good girl today, I’m going to reward you.” The man
said, as he lowered his pants and sank down over her.

Chapter 6

Triumph

Days turned into weeks at the corral as Vampirella settled down to her routine
as a pony girl. In the morning, she was put to work drawing water. The day after
her transformation, a new task had been added. She had been brought to another
machine set up behind the house. This machine was a generator. Electricity was
generated when a wheel at the top of the machine was turned. A pipe had been
wielded to the top of the wheel, and a pole inserted through it – like the
Archimedes Screw. Vampirella would be lashed to the pole, and she would turn the
generator round and round. The electricity generated were stored in large car
batteries behind the house. 

In the afternoon, Vampirella would be brought out to exercise. At first, she had
to follow the horse, leashed to the saddle. Then gradually, the man left the
leash at the corral, and just let Vampirella ran alongside his horse. He noted
how much she had progressed. She was an inherently fit woman, and she could
maintain a very quick pace for a long time. She could even keep up when he
galloped the horse a bit. 

At the end of the day, Vampirella was led back to the corral, where she was
leashed to fence and her ankles strapped together for the night. If she had
performed all her tasks well – which she usually do – the man would feed her,
then bend her over and fucked her. 

Vampirella had not imagined that she would have adapted so well to being a pony
slave. Compared to her previous life as a huntress and avenger, her pony slave
life was uncomplicated and settled. She did not have to move from place to
place, constantly seeking out monsters and villains to eliminate. 

It was a life that had been devoid of satisfaction. Every monster or villain
killed did not bring her closer to the end of her task. There were always more
out there. New ones would replace old ones. And there was no one there to
appreciate what she had done, no one there to reward her when she had done well,
and no one there to comfort her when she was hurt. Indeed, to even those she
seek to help, she was a monster – someone to be feared. She had not realized how
tired she was of that kind of life. She had not realized how lonely she had
become.

Here, in the corral, Vampirella only had to concentrate on the few tasks set for
her. If she performed them well, she knew she would be rewarded. She would be
fed, and she would be fucked. Above all, it was the fact that someone actually
appreciated her that gave her the most comfort. It was clear to her that her
captor enjoyed using her. After the initial violence of her capture and the
first few days of breaking her, he had become almost tender. He had treated her
like the way he treated his horse, with an amount of genuine affection. It was
truly strange that she had wear a pony head and pony boots, and bound tightly,
to become cherished by someone. 

“How are we this morning?” the man asked, breaking Vampirella’s chain of
thought. She whinnied in reply, one that indicated that she was happy to see
him. She was, as the man had gone off the night before without using her. He had
driven off in his truck, which he did on occasions, to get supplies from the
nearest town or to run some other errands.

Vampirella got up off the ground as best as she could, with her ankles still
strapped together. The man knelt down and undid the strap to free them. She
shook her legs a few times to warm them up, and stretched her body as well as
she could with her arms bound. She shook her head to loosen her mane, to tidy
them, but also because she knew that the man loved to see her do that. He patted
her on the side of her neck.

“Good, good. We are going to do something different this morning.” The man said.
He showed her a strange looking object. It was curved like the shape of the
letter J. It was covered with black leather. A thick belt was riveted to the
part of the J just before it curved. The belt was secured with two buckles. Two
straps ran from either side of the belt. She saw that each of the strap had a
stirrup secured to the end. Two other belts – thinner ones with shoulder pads on
them – ran from the top of the J. These had snap hooks at their ends that mated
up to D-rings on the front of the belt. To complete the set-up, the curved
portion of the J had a padded seat that looked like that of a bicycle. 

“This is a J saddle, but it’s not meant for horses.” The man said. Vampirella
instantly knew that it was meant for her. She grew excited that she was to be
given a new task. The man buckled the thick belt around her waist, then pulled
the two thinner belts over her shoulders. He pulled them down the front of her
chest between her breasts, inserted them under her folded arms, and secured
their snap hooks to the D-rings in front of her.

The man walked around her to see that the J saddle to make sure that it had been
neatly installed. Then he walked round to her back. Placing his hands on her
shoulders, he inserted his left foot into the left stirrup. Then he lifted
himself up and swung himself into the seat.

Vampirella did not disappoint him. She was a strong woman, and could lift his
weight easily. She had to move her body a little to balance herself when he got
on, and then lean forward when he was seated, but she did not fall. She felt a
bizarre sense of pride at this – at the fact that a man had successfully ridden
her.

The man took out a coiled bridle that he had tucked under his belt. This had
bolt snaps on either end. He attached the bolt snaps to two attachment points on
the sides of her pony head. These two points corresponded to the two ends of the
rubber bit crossing her mouth. He tested the bridle, pulling them this way then
the other. Vampirella turned her head in accordance to the motion. 

“OK. Let’s go for a test run.” The man said, pulling on her bridle. Vampirella
turned to her left, and began to trot off. The man was not as heavy as she
thought, and she could move at quite a good speed. The man rode her out of the
corral, and off into the surrounding area. He had a riding crop in his hand,
which he would tap on her rump to get her to speed up. He would pull back on her
bridle to slow her down, and turn her head using the bridle to head her off in a
new direction. Given her limited vision, he had to guide her with these
commands. 

The man was completely ecstatic. He had some doubts as to its success. Normally,
the J saddle worked best on male pony slaves for they are better able to lift up
the weight. But Vampirella was a strong woman, and she was carrying him easily
even over rough ground. And he liked the view from where he was. He could not
help but keep looking down on her large bouncing breasts. He took the bridle in
his right hand, reached over and fondled her left breast with his hand.
Vampirella whinnied with pleasure as he played with her nipple.

For the next few days, Vampirella was ridden after her morning tasks were
completed. The man would ride her off, far away from the corral into the hills,
where he would show her some spectacular views. He would find some shady spot
where he would take off her saddle, lay her down and use her. He would then ride
her back to the corral. She grew to anticipate the daily rides.

Then, one day, the man left the corral on his truck again, and was gone for
almost two days. The man had fed Vampirella and the horse. Then he had used a
thick chain to chain her neck to a post in the fence. This was unusual as she
had not offered any resistance for a long while. Then he went off, leaving
Vampirella to brood over whether she had done anything to displease the man. The
man got back in the middle of the night, and went up to Vampirella, and patted
her on the neck.

“Sorry I was gone so long,” he whispered in Vampirella’s ear. She whinnied with
pleasure at his touch. She was about to get down onto her back for him, when he
knelt down and strap her ankles together. Instead of using her, he saddled up
his horse, and rode it out of the corral, leaving a confused Vampirella alone at
the corral. The man only came back in the morning. He did not come to her, but
went straight to the house. He did not emerged until late in the afternoon. 

By then, Vampirella was frantic with anxiety as to why the man was behaving so
strangely. But her heart quieted down when she saw that he was carrying the J
saddle and the bridle. She whinnied and turned her back to him. He fitted the
saddle to her back, put the bridle in place and got on.

“Let’s go for a little ride.” The man said. 

Vampirella trot out of the corral and at the direction of the man, set off
towards the hills. She soon recognized the route they were taking. It was the
route she had been brought upon the day she first arrived at the corral, the
route leading to the sinkhole where she was tortured. The memory brought up some
unease in her, but she trotted onwards at a steady pace.

When they arrived at the sinkhole, it was already evening time. When the man
brought her to a stop and got off, Vampirella saw a sight that made her start.
Right where she had been chained that first night was another woman. She was a
blonde with a long curvaceous body, but petite when compared to the tall
Vampirella. She also looked older, probably in her thirties. She was wearing a
black set of lacy bra and panties but nothing else. 

Like Vampirella, she had been chained with her arms up in the air, raised
painfully behind her back. Hanging with her butt in the air, her breasts swung
like melons below her body. She turned at their approach. Her eyes expressed the
shock she must have felt when she looked upon Vampirella in her pony girl
costume.

“How do you like her Vampirella?” the man asked walking up towards the girl. She
had been gagged with a leather ball gag and she could only make noises that
sounded like pleading. The sound seemed to cut into Vampirella’s heart.

“Well now, our District Attorney isn’t so tough all of a sudden, huh?” the man
said. Vampirella saw tears stained the face of the blonde. Dissolved mascara ran
down her cheeks in black streaks. She looked terrified beyond words.

“Well, we’ll leave her here for one more night, just to soften her up a little.”
The man said, laughing as he got on to Vampirella again. 

On the ride back to the corral, Vampirella was flooded with conflicting
emotions. Memory of the torment, the fear, the humiliation of her capture and
her breaking, came flooding back into her mind. These emotions clashed with her
new sense of being cherished and loved. But most of all, she was torn by the
look of terror in the woman’s face. Then she became aware that the man was
talking.

“Well, I regret to say that our association is coming to an end now. It has been
a most enjoyable month for me. You are by far the best slave that I had ever
trained. I would have kept you for myself if I had known how good you are. But
I’ve already been paid for my services, and I really can’t afford to offend
someone as powerful as my employer. So, I’m afraid I’ll have to ship you off to
Europe in the next few days. You will be sorely missed.”

Vampirella’s mind was plunged into further turmoil at the words. As they turned
into the corral, and the man secured her for the night, her mind suddenly became
clear. She saw what she had become – a mere slave to be bought and sold. She had
allowed herself to become a submissive – a true slave at heart, depending on the
whim of another person for her own pleasure and meaning. She felt an intense
sense of loathing for herself ... and a renewed sense of hatred for her captor,
for capturing her, for torturing her, for humiliating her, for raping her, but
most of all, for turning her into a true slave.

Vampirella began to struggle with her bonds. She had not truly tried to break
free since the man had put the pony costume on her. She found the bondage too
tough to break. She began to look around for a way to escape. 

She saw a nail driven into a post in the fence near her. She got up onto her
feet, and bounced towards the post. Kneeling down next to the post, she
maneuvered her body against the post. Using the nail, she tried to push back the
latch of the double-ended bolt snap securing her right mitt to the belt. She had
to try a few times, pushing her body against the nail before she succeeded. 

Vampirella turned around to check that the man had not detected her attempts to
escape. The house was dark. She turned back to her task. She used a finger joint
of her right hand to push back one of the latches on the bolt snaps holding her
left arm to the belt. Now both her arms were free, though her hands were still
trapped inside the bondage mitts. Using both her fists, she manipulated the snap
hook holding her collar to the leash. It took a few tries, but it came off. 

Vampirella bounced a few steps along the fence until she came to the trough. It
was still half filled with water, but she was not interested in the liquid. She
knelt down next to one corner of the trough. The corner had a sharp edge. She
tilted her body and placed her right arm against the corner. She tried to use
the edge to cut the laces holding the mitt to her arm. As she could not see what
she was doing owing to the helmet, she had to do it by feel. At the third try,
she managed to severe the lacing near the top of her sleeve. Using her left
fist, she broadened the breach, and felt the sleeve loosen around her arm. She
flexed her hand, and allowed the sleeve to slip off. Then she used her freed
hand to undo the knot on the laces of the other sleeve, and took the mitt off. 

Finally, with both her hands free, Vampirella unbuckled the heavy helmet and
took it off her face. She dropped the object to the ground next to her, and took
in the fresh air of the night. She stretched her body, luxuriating at the
feeling of freedom. Then she turned and walked to the house. 

Vampirella kicked the door in with her heavy pony boot and walked in. The man
had been sleeping. He woke up with a start and jumped up in the bed. She leapt
onto him, and slammed him into the wall with a hand.

“Hello, missed me?” she asked, snarling and exposing her canine teeth. 

For the first time, the man looked terrified as he struggled in her grip.
Vampirella smelt something and looked down and was amused to see that he had
wetted himself.

“So, you are a coward after all,” she mocked. She threw him across the room,
slamming him against the other wall. She sauntered up to the cowering man.

“Who hired you?” she asked, standing over the man.

“Please... please... don’t hurt me.” The man said.

“Who hired you?” she roared.

“I don’t know. We just correspond by email.” the man said, gesturing towards a
lap-top set up next to a SatComm set on a table next to the bed.

Vampirella snorted in derision and turned towards the laptop. The man leapt up
quickly, and lunged for something in the corner. It was a shotgun, but even
before he could reach it, Vampirella had gotten to him. She sank her teeth deep
into his throat. When he was drained, the beautiful vampiress dropped the body
onto the ground. It was the most satisfying meal she had in a month.

Vampirella quickly searched the cottage. She found her cut costume and her boots
folded neatly in a zip-lock bag. It was labeled with her name, the date and time
of her capture. She could not wear it. Neither could see wear what she had on.
Luckily, she found other feminine clothing there, also neatly folded in zip-lock
bags. How many women had he enslaved? Vampirella wondered as she chose a small
red tube dress. She took off the rest of her pony slave costume. Then, she put
on the dress and her boots.

Vampirella took a bag and slipped the laptop into the bag. She slung the bag
across her body and walked out of the house. The moon was just rising. It was a
full moon again. Its light lit up the desert landscape. She raised her arms, and
a pair or large leathery wings spread behind her. She leapt into the air and
flew towards the sinkhole, on her way to rescue the blonde.

The End?