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Blood Price: NekoUke-Nera

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Serena was a Vampire Princess, and the daughter of the ancient vampire Thaddeus and his wife Amelia. She was not the eldest childe, and she was not a male, so the only way she had of advancing herself in the world of the undead was through marriage.

Her parents were busy doing whatever the hell ancient vampires who did not want to entertain mere mortals and the ceremony of Gifting, and so this year, she had been told that she would be given the Blood Price.

The Blood Price was the tribute of two mortals that was expected on a yearly basis. In return for the Blood Price, vampires of her family promised not to attack or feed and especially kill the humans in the village below the castle where she resided.

Serena sat on the throne in the courtyard outside the castle. The human populace had gathered, and she was waiting impatiently for them to bring the Blood Price, which this year would go to her because she was coming of age.

They would be paraded through the courtyard in flimsy white gowns, bound and gagged and then presented to her. She should have been more excited for this than what she was. In fact she was just....bored. She wanted this to be over so she could get back to figuring out how she was going to charm the Vampire Lord of the castle off to the west. She wanted to marry the High King of the East Coast vampires. Not because she wanted him. She did not even care for or feel attraction towards men. The idea was simply to get close to him and claim the throne. She just hoped that the male tribute was sexy enough to get his attention.
 
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Even though this was a yearly occasion, and thus should have been second nature; it was always a stressful and harrowing time for the mortals in the village under Serena's shadow. Perhaps they should be thankful that their offerings warded off vampire attacks but what if Serena decided to break the terms of the pact? What if she decided she tired of the humans and sent her thralls to feed until they were content?

At the very least, the leader of the village had the food problem figured out. Rather than being hung in the village square; criminals who were to be put to death would be sent to Serena. Their blood feeding Serena and their thralls. Their status as convicts offered them no reprieve, and once spent their bodies would be disposed of. It was a cruel sort of justice, but when human society had no shortage of lawbreakers, it was a decent compromise to allowing Serena's flock to run rampant. At least, that was how the leader saw it.

But every so often, the blood, souls and the flesh of the uncorrupted would be needed; which was where the blood price came in. Two virgins would be given once a year in exchange for the villages safety. What happened to the two after they were handed over was of no concern to the villagers of course, such selfish souls they were agreeing to lick the boots of their vampire Princess over taking a stand. Though, no one dared to save for an underground resistance group of hunters.

The first of the two was twenty-six year old Erin May, an attractive male that stood just a few inches taller than the woman beside him, the twenty year old Kyra May who had more of a look of innocence about her compared to the male, even if he wasn't far off himself. They were both nervous; Kyra even more so, with their hands bound in front of them with rope and gagged with makeshift bits. The two shared the same surname, indicating they were both siblings; as if the ragged old woman who brought them forth was enough of a giveaway.

"Please, I beg of you; spare them." The woman sobbed, on her knees with her hands clasped in prayer as she stared at Serena. It seemed poetic, tragic even that the May matriarch was giving her son and daughter for a promise of temporary peace. She hoped that there was a shred of mercy behind Serena's cold exterior. But considering the various rumors surrounding her; with how cruel she was, one would sooner have snow in summer.
 
Serena looked up from where she sat on the throne, looking down at the tributes. From the looks of them they were appealing enough. She could enjoy the girl, and the boy she could give to her fiance. Well he would be her fiance if she had anything to do with it anyway. The Princess smirked a little as she looked down at them.

There never had been a time in the history of her family that they had not taken the Blood Price. Serena was dark cruel and forbiding. Her ancient parents who had become as stone statues for the loss of the will to drink, and they had been even crueler and more malicious than she had. After all the Princess had gotten it somewhere.

"There has never been a time in our history that we have not demanded the Blood Price. There has not been a time in history that we have not taken what is ours. I am not about to break with tradition. Do not worry Madame, your son and daughter will be in good hands."

Serena turned in the direction of a pair of her thralls, guards who guarded the castle for her and saw to it her will was done. "Bring them..." It was understood where. To the dungeon for the beginning of their training.
 
It seemed like a tradition that she was determined to uphold, even though some would think with her parents now encased in granite she would have free will to do as she pleased. Which might not have been far from the truth but the woman sobbed gently; pleased the sacrifice was accepted though devastated her blood was chosen to be given away. There was very little that could be done unfortunately as Serena had made her decision, and no one wanted to speak up in defiance of the Princess.

At Serena's command, her thralls; mindless, obedient drones who at one time were villagers themselves stepped forward. Their eyes as cold and dead as Serena's were, completely soulless. Unlike other turned, they had no will of their own. Their grip was just as icy as their gaze as they grabbed both Erin and Kyra; marching the two through the courtyard and into the grand castle where they'd be escorted to the dungeons. Kyra had put up more of a struggle, out of desperate fear than pure rebellion while Erin was much more composed; even though he was just as terrified as the girl was.

The ambiance as they were escorted through the castle was oppressive and deathly quiet; save for the odd groan every now and then that became more frequent and louder in volume as they approached the stairwell leading to the dungeons. Rumor has it, on a good day one could hear a cacophony, an orchestra of screams which likely meant Serena was in a good mood. Such rumors were whispered among the maids of the castle, who dared not raise their voice to their Mistress else they'd find out if the rumors were true first hand.

Just like Erin and Kyra, who were as of now being made to walk down the dimly candlelit stairwell; their bare feet making no noise on the rough, stone steps.
 
The ghouls mindlessly took the brother and sister that were now Serena's play things down into the basement. They passed by a set of doors where two stone statues stood, only everyone would know these were not statues. This was Thaddeus and Amelia, the real King and Queen of the household, who were so dangerous if they awoke would likely be killing vampire and human alike. Except their beloved daughter, Serena.

The ghouls chained Erin and Kyra up alongside each other, leaving them dangling in front of the Vampire Princess like fish on a hook. Serena still looked bored. There was no other way to put the expression on her face. It was time for her to make some entertainment of her own.

She went to Kyra, ripping the white shift from her body, before moving to Erin to do the same thing. She looked them over, and felt arousal and blood thirst, especially for Kyra. "Not bad, not bad at all."
 
With how dimly lit the dungeon was, it wasn't easy to tell what else lay in store for the two save for the various torture devices that cast an ominous looking figure from their shadows alone as well as the plethora of holding cells. Though no sight was as terrifying as the two stone statues that stood to greet anyone who approached the room they watched over, almost like sentinels. Indeed, should they awaken; it would be a massacre. Perhaps then, it was for the best Serena ruled. It seemed far better than the alternative.

The wrists of the two were untied, only to promptly be shackled with their arms above them; barely standing on the tips of their toes while their ankles were also bolted down for good measure. Just in case one had the foolish thought of kicking the Princess. Not that they would. They should have considered themselves lucky the thralls actually chained them up rather than just pierce their hands with hooks like others were wont to do.

If one opened their ears just a little bit, they would barely be able to hear the unmistakable sounds of a pulse as the siblings hearts raced in unison. Clear fear showing in the eyes of the girl while the boy was attempting to remain as stoic as possible to no avail. No doubt, she'd be able to smell their anxiety.

And it was a pleasant scent.

To make matters worse for the pair, both of their gowns were ripped clean off their bodies; revealing their naked forms all for Serena's pleasure. The male cut a decent figure. Athletic, but not bulky and not too thin either; his member was fairly average but that wasn't what Selena would have been interested in was it? No. It was Kyra. The lithe woman with fairly ample breasts that were a good size; fitting for her frame. Both of the siblings were shaved, likely done before they were presented as sacrifices.

Kyra's eyes were wide, brimming with tears as she looked at Serena. Immodesty was much less of a concern here when the two were at the complete mercy of the Princess. Muffled, light whimpering could be heard through Kyra's gag.
 
Serena was no longer feeling bored. She was feeling anxious to get started with her two new pets. She had to remind herself, that while she was more interested in the female, that if she wanted to impress the Vampire Lord she was going to have to break both of them. It was harder with males, having to suck it up so to speak to dominate them, but it was something she was willing to do. Something that in fact was absolutely necessary.

"Let's see, let's see, where to begin?" Serena asked herself as she made her way around the pair of tributes, circling them, sizing them up. "Branding of course. I'm such a dolt. I totally have to start with the branding."

Serena could smell the ash from the fire. Vampires feared fire, it was one thing that could destroy them. It would take a bit of inner strength for her to approach the fire herself. She swallowed hard trying not to show any weakness before the slaves.

She took a hot poker fixed with her family crest, and let it heat up in the fireplace. She waited until it got nice and hot, and when it was ready, she pulled it out of the fire.

Once it was in her hand, she walked over to the male, and stood before him with the hot poker.

"You are going to be marked with the Hagen family crest. It is a symbol of who you now belong to. It signifies your place, as nothing more than mere cattle, an animal for my use."

"Do you have a preference for where I put this?" Serena inquired. She wanted to see his answer.

An almost unnatural breeze seemed to come through the room and her hair swayed in the wind, and she looked stunning and absolutely terrifying.
 
Not like it would have required much effort to break these two; though certainly one would be easier than the other. Maybe if she just asked nicely, they would have agreed to obey her? No, if Erin had to guess this was about dominance. She was wanting to make it very clear who was in charge and what better way to further accentuate her point than to brand her two new slaves as if they were nothing but cattle? If one were to look at the thralls for instance, many would have had the same crest that was about to be burned into the skin of the siblings.

A grim reminder of who the ghouls used to be before. Of what could happen once their usefulness had ran out.

He watched her pace over to the fire, noticing a slight hint of hesitation from the Princess as she seemed to steel herself to remove the poker from the flames. Of course, just like with mortals; vampires could be destroyed with fire. Such a pretty and yet destructive element it was. Erin took a mental note of what he had seen, wondering if it would become useful later. Though right now, the siblings had bigger problems as Serena paced towards them, standing in front of Erin first.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going to happen next. She did, after all mention the fact that she would have to start with the branding. Such a feat would indirectly test the pain resistance of the siblings.

There were so many places one could put such a symbol; like directly on his midriff or on his lower back. Something Erin was vehemently against as he groaned in protest through his gag. Not wanting to be, as she said, marked like cattle. Though he was in no position to bargain or protest. Much like Kyra, who through tear-stained eyes would have to watch her brother have the covens crest burned into him before inevitably it would have been her turn.

Kyra did have to admit though, Serena was inhumanly beautiful. As well as being the very thing one saw in nightmares. She didn't like to admit it among the villages because of their ignorance but she definitely had a thing for women and had Serena not been a vampire Princess, she might have even fallen for her. As it stood, she was a woman that Kyra wanted nothing to do with.
 
Serena was aware that even if Erin wanted to answer he couldn't, but she looked almost irritated that he had not found a way to do so in spite of the gag. She pulled the gag off of his mouth, mostly because she wanted to hear unfettered screams.

The Vampire Princess was aware that this would be hard for Kyra, watching her brother be branded before her and knowing that it was a matter of time before she was branded as well. That was kind of the point however.

"It hardly matters one way or another. I am the one who gets to decided everything for you from now on." With that Serena took the brand and pressed it firmly and evenly on the back shoulder of the male, watching patiently for his reaction after pulling the brand away and entertaining the smell of burnt flesh.
 
Once the gag was essentially ripped out of his mouth, Erin attempted to ignore the sour after taste of the cloth as he gasped for air; getting in just a few short breaths before Serena began speaking again. Ensuring him that, no matter what; they will be branded and that from now on it was her whose boots they'd lick, whose words they will obey. If Serena wanted to keep the two in pens; tethered like cattle then so be it. As from now on, that was what they were.

They were nothing.

The ordeal would be over rather quickly, at least for Erin as Serena proceeded to leave her mark upon the male; burning it into his skin like a more extreme tattoo. The searing heat caused Erin immense pain which inevitably made him exhale a bloodcurdling groan; almost like a scream though he tried to remain brave for Kyra's sake. It would only be a few seconds, but those seconds would seem like minutes until eventually the iron was pulled away; leaving behind a scent of charred flesh and the sight of the coven symbol upon his shoulder. Such a lovely sight it was to see humans, mortals shown their proper place beneath their new Gods.

Erin panted, attempting to not pass out from the stinging though it exhausted the male, making him shiver. Kyra on the other hand, could only watch in horror; knowing that she'd be next. Dreading when Serena would turn her gaze towards her.

It would almost be a shame to scar such pretty flesh. But they needed to know their place, just like others needed to know that they belonged to Serena and Serena alone.
 
Serena watched in glee as the male slave was branded, and she was obviously enjoying the pain that he felt even if she did not enjoy the smell of burnt flesh that came along with it. She was surprised at how well he dealt with the pain, but it was what it was. It was obvious to her at this point that it would be much harder for her to break the girl than it would be for her to break the female.

Serena watched Erin as he watched her, and if she wasn't annoyed she might be a little impressed by how well he did with the pain. She was not able to read the minds of her charges, for some reason her gift of telepathy did not seem to affect these two in the way others did. She did not know why she could not read their minds, but she couldn't, so she did not have the window into their souls that she wished she did and that was going to make her job a lot harder.

Serena made her way over to Kyra, and looked at the girl''s beautiful form. "Sometimes I mark the faces of people that I am not keeping around, but I would never do that to you. You are going to be kept used and enjoyed. I think though, that the best place for your brand, is going to be right above your rear, on your lower back, to the side.

"Prepare yourself bitch because your time has finally come." Serena declared as she finally moved forward, pressing the brand into her untouched flesh, waiting for the sound of her pain and discomfort to fill the air. She figured this girl would scream, she did not seem to have the same firm constitution that her brother did. As before she pressed the brand and held it so it would sear the flesh evenly. But damn it did she hate the smell of burnt flesh.
 
If only he could have read her mind. But then again, sometimes ignorance was bliss and not knowing what she was about to do next was easier. What wasn't easy however was dealing with the now, the stinging continuing to bother him as the brand began to cool and settle itself into his skin. While he was slightly enervated from the branding, the sound of Serena's footsteps making her way over to Kyra roused him a little; not taking him more than a few seconds to realise that his sister was about the suffer the same fate.

He wanted to call out for mercy; to have her spared the agony of such a procedure but for some reason he could not, holding his tongue and staying quiet. Was it out of fear? Submission? Who could say? All he knew is that he would gladly take his flesh being charred, even flayed if it meant his sister was granted mercy.

Kyra on the other hand, tried to scoot away; attempting to avoid the brand as she whimpered but to no avail. The chains that held her in place were too rigid, allowing her very little freedom of movement and any resistance on her part was only delaying the inevitable. An unavoidable outcome that would soon come once Serena had placed the brand against her skin.

To Kyra, the pain was horrific. Indeed, unlike her brother she was less hardy and thus more prone to her threshold being crossed. A bloodcurdling, muffled scream emitted through the gag; hands tightening up into balls and body tensing up as the burning discomfort shot through her her lower back like lightning. Causing the scent of burnt flesh that already permeated the room to become more potent.

Erin finally had enough, unable to stomach his sisters agony any longer. "Stop this!" He barked. "Stop this, she has done naught to deserve this!"
 
"So, loyal." Serena said to Erin as she looked from the male to his sister Kyra. She was obviously entertained by this. Serena moved over to Kyra and ran her hands down the woman's back, and grabbed her by the head of the hair. "You will need to develop a firmed constitution if you want to make it around here for any length of time. Take a cue from your brother, as he is well on the way to being hardy enough for what I have in store for him. I think you will be easier to break then him."

Serena moved her hand in a light caress over the woman's body, and something amazing started to happen. She accelerated the slave girl's healing process, and effectively took the pain away from her. She let the power she had over their bodies sink in before making her way over to Erin and to give him the same gift. "I have total mastery over your flesh now. Enjoy a moment of reprieve while I decide what I am going to do with you next."

With that Serena moved over to an adjacent chair and began drinking a glass of blood wine, wanting to totally and completely relax. She was starting to get nervous and worry about how the male would be for Damon. If he was not totally broken her future husband would be very upset with her, and he might even do to her what he did to the last perspective bride, and claim her blood. This was the last thing she wanted to have happen.
 
Much to his surprise, or relief depending on which of the two were more applicable; Serena seemed to ignore his little outburst to start toying with Kyra, pulling the head of her hair, making the woman groan. Though, if there was pain from the grip, she might not have felt it due to the brands aftermath overloading the rest of her nerves. All she could really think about was the stinging, unable to really concentrate on what Serena was saying though the words were certainly getting through to her loud and clear as she nodded in affirmation.

"I said, leave her-" Erin started again and stopped suddenly, something interrupting his speech. All he could do was watch in amazement, or horror as Serena manipulated Kyra's healing. Kyra would be able to feel a light tingle and then no more stinging, as if the branding never happened. Although the mark the procedure left would remain.

If she had this much control over their bodies, they were in for a long ride. A long, painful ride. Erin turned his gaze to watch Serena sit herself down, causally enjoying a substance that from first glance looked like your average red wine. He wasn't naïve though, he knew exactly what was in that glass. Probably the life force of her previous victims, he thought.
 
In one of the adjacent rooms, a former hunter that had been transformed into a Pony Girl was chained to the wall, kept in her stall waiting and thirsting for blood. Always hungry, to the point of near madness, Serena kept the woman she had broken a long time ago and had given the Blood Oath to, transforming her into a vampire who would serve her from all eternity.

Dressed in a fetish outfit with a mask that opened only if Serena unzipped it, the woman was lead out into the room with the slave that stood hanging from the suspension cuffs.

"It's time to eat, Spirit." Serena said as she released the woman from her chains. You can eat from the Blood Pool, you are not to touch my prizes, do you understand?" The Pony Girl and Vampire Fledgling was expected to let her Mistress know that she was going to comply. Neglecting to do so would equal pain and thirst, and this would undoubtedly be the last thing this woman wanted.

The Princess had ignored the siblings for the moment, but she knew they were watching and this alone was part of their training, seeing how a trained slave acted in her presence would show them how she was expected to act and this would hopefully save her time in getting them to this point.
 
What a cruel twist of fate this was for the woman that was brought out of her holding cell in front of the two prisoners that looked at her with mixed emotions of horror and confusion. Sophie was the twenty-five year old woman's name. Well, her real name while Serena addressed her as Spirit. Likely her slave or pet name. Along with the rather revealing fetish outfit she wore, she also sported a muzzle gag and armbinders.

What landed her here? She was once a Hunter that tried, and failed to assassinate Serena. For that transgression, she was tortured and broken. No matter how much she begged for death, it never came and to humiliate and debase her further, she was turned into the very thing she swore to destroy. Along with being made into Serena's personal 'steed'.

Her eyes lit up in ferocious hunger when she laid her eyes upon the two hanging slaves. She had not sated her thirst for a while so it would have been all too easy that when the muzzle was off, she would sink her teeth in. However, that did not happen as instead; Sophie, or Spirit simply followed Serena's command and nodded in understanding. She was to drink from the blood pool instead. A curious fountain of blood that never ran dry as long as a mortal was sacrificed daily; and they had no shortage of sacrifices.

"You expect us to act like her?" Erin said.
 
Serena turned in the direction of Erin as he spoke. "You are smarter than you look. I will caution you of something. I do not do this often but I am feeling generous right now. "You do not ever tell me to do anything. I mean ever. I have removed the tongues of people stupid enough to do what you just did earlier. I don't plan on going that far wtih you, but you are testing my patience and that is very dangerous."

"I expect you to act like her." Serena said, confirming with her words the answer to the questuon Erin had asked moments before. "If I tell you to do something you will do it. If I say jump, you ask how high? Do you understand?" The Vampire Princess said as she grabbed the male by his chin and forced him to look at her. "I said do you understand?"

Serena had momentarily shifted her attention from the Pony Girl kneeling at her side, and from the young woman in chains beside her, but that did not mean that she was vulnerable. She was perfectly aware of everything that was going on around her and she had no fears whatever that the Pony Girl was going to attack her.
 
He wasn't sure if he had luckily caught her in a 'good mood' or not but he was surprised with the level of 'lenience' she was showing after his outburst. That she didn't remove his tongue, though she implied she had done it in the past was a miracle. Honestly at this point, he should be counting his blessings. One couldn't say why Erin was even backtalking her to begin with but the most likely possibility was that he didn't care what happened to him so long as Kyra didn't suffer as he did.

And indeed, he'd take any pain; any torture for his sisters sake.

"Yes, Mistress." He immediately said, confirming he understood what Serena had just said. She was the law around here, one that he was expected to obey now he was her property.

Kyra on the other hand, was more busy nervously watching the pony girl that was at Serena's side. For as hungry as the pony, Sophie was; she did not move a single inch. Not to assault Serena nor to try and ravage the two mortals for their blood. She was broken and obedient.
 
"I think we all need to bathe." Serena said as she glanced over to her new pets and her old pet. "Erin I am going to have the servants take you off for that, while my girls can stay here while I attend to this."

She snapped her fingers and her mindless servants can and released the male from his binds to have him prepared for a bathe, while Serena turned her attentions to her 'pony' Spirit and to Kyra.

She moved over to where Kyra was and removed her gag. She realized the other woman had had little chance to speak and she might be interested in hearing what she had to say, if anything. Obviously she would not be able to do so unless the woman was ungagged.
 
While he would not be in any danger, given the drones that released him and took him away would not have harmed him without their Mistress giving the order; Erin didn't want to go with the thralls. At least with the pony he could tell someone was behind her entranced eyes. It wasn't like he had any other choice however. Not only were they physically stronger than they appeared, but the threat of what Serena could do to him loomed in his mind.

And so, he was taken away. Leaving Kyra alone with the two women. Hopefully, she'd be alright, he thought.

Once the gag was removed from Kyra's mouth; much like her brother she gasped for air in a futile attempt to remove the taste of the cloth. "Please don't hurt me. Please!" Were the first words that came out of her mouth now she was ungagged. Her words were filled with desperation and fear, not the defiance Erin displayed. "No...no.." She whimpered.
 
"Shhh---" Serena said, hushing the girl at her side. Not that she really gave a shit that she was frightened. It was more the fact that the woman's voice annoyed her. "I can't stand whining. If you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to really give you something to whine about, you hear me?"

With that Serena barked orders in the direction of a few mindless servants. "Take her to the bathing area."

With that the slaves took the woman down from the suspension cups and led her back to the area where Serena meant to bathe.

There were two baths. One was filled with water. It was rather normal looking. The other was full of blood. It was a long massive fountain full of blood.

"I am going to bath, and you are going to bath. I won't make you get in the fountain, but I will not let you be off on your own while I do this either. Understand?" Serena inquired?
 
Serena's words managed to hush, or at the very least scare Kyra into silence. Though Serena never explicitly said just what she'd do to make Kyra really whine, it was the implication that mattered; the threat of harm if she continued her lamentations. She couldn't even begin to imagine what this woman would and could do to her. All she knew was, it wouldn't be favorable for her.

After being let down, Kyra did not resist as she was led to the baths by the thralls which would have looked fairly unremarkably standard if not for the huge fountain of blood that was obviously the stand-out feature of the room. It alarmed Kyra, but of course it did. It was only natural for someone who wasn't used to such sights to be freaked out over the rooms choice in décor. She was in no room to try and make a break for it or question Serena however, who had insisted that she was going to bathe, the girl being under surveillance the whole time.

"O-of course, Mistress." She answered, looking toward the bath that was full of water.
 
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