Slave to a Vampire, Princess to Pet (closed)

[DomG]

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Vincent Drake, king of the vampires in the land of Drathomoor was quite pleased, the war had ended quite quickly. A week ago his forces had poured over the boarder at sunset and begun the war, sleeper agents who had snuck in weeks before also struck out at the same time sowing chaos while he drove his personal guard into the capitol city. Just hours before he had drained their king of his blood and claimed his throne, right now his forces were enjoying themselves and slaking their blood lust on the people of the city... there was still some resistance but with the king dead the war was more or less over, no king and the generals and minor nobility being hunted down... all Vincent had to do was show the people of this land how he had taken complete control and they would bow before him, accepting their place as little more then cattle under the rule of the superior race.

And he knew just how he would demonstrate his power to them, he would take their beloved dead kings daughter as his slave, for blood and pleasure. Humiliating a beautiful young woman who had been someone they were once proud of, no doubt that would show them that they all belonged to him and his kind now. The princess had been hiding but she had recently been found and was even now being brought before him. As he sat on the throne of her dead father, wearing his robes and resting his feet on the mans body he waited patiently for her arrival.

Hearing a knock on the door Vincent grinned and adjusted the crown that he wore, knowing his prize was now here. “Bring her in and then leave us!” He called out, knowing that they had dared not lay a untoward hand on her, from the repressed way this country existed he was quite sure that she was untouched... and that would make what he wanted even more fun.

 

[Little Pixel]

(Picture...Not very appropriate for the era, but, it'll do?)

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It had all happened so fast. One moment everything was well in her peaceful kingdom of Erya, then next they were receiving an agglomerate of disturbing messages. They were being attacked from both the outside and the inside...
It didn't take long before the capital was being invaded, at which point the King had demanded her daughter to leave. Isabel Arikain, said young princess, had not believed the comforting words he told her, but did obey his order. The castle was breached before she made it out, though, and thus, she had to hide within it's walls.

Hours had passed since such. Trying not to think of what had happened to her father, she had focused on thinking of the best way to get out of the castle...even knowing there was little chance she would make it out.
Her slim hopes were crushed the moment a couple of invading soldiers found her, her attempt to run from them swiftly foiled as they caught her.
Her struggles were just as futile against the vampires, though it didn't stop her from continuing them. Picturing a variety of gruesome fates she might be given, she couldn't just be still and let them take her.
She was a bit confused, not sure what to think once she realized they were stopping at the door to the throne room. She heard the order from within, but did not recognize the voice.

The men merely did as they were told however, opening the door, getting her inside before swiftly retreating with a bow towards their leader...the one sitting on the throne. Her father's throne.
And her father...she quickly his body, and gasped. "No..." Her hand went up to cover her lips as she murmured. Deep down, she knew this was what was most likely to happen, but actually seeing it made it...undeniably real.
Fear left her expression to be replaced by anger, indignation, and somewhat concealed sorrow as she looked up at the dark haired male who sat on the throne. "You monster..." She spoke, not raising her voice as her tone was emotional, but clear. And at that moment, as she stood facing him in front of the door, in a somewhat simple blue and silver dress, she didn't seem to care for any consequences.

 

[DomG]

She really was beautiful, words and paintings hadn't nearly done her justice. Vincent smiled a little bit as he looked her over, even in a dress that didn't quite flatter he could already feeling his hunger growing, hunger for both her body and her blood... lust and hunger were so very often tied closely together. Her spirit, the way that she challenged him like that knowing that he could easily strike her down, truly she was worthy to be his pet and as long as she was able to keep that spirit she would be greatly entertaining. He would break her and he would have a great deal of fun as he did... slowly she would bend until the pressure became to much to bear and she became his completely.

“Calm down Isabel.” He said, his voice level in the way of a man who did not often have to raise it in order to get what he wanted. Slowly he stood up and approached her, taking note of the size difference as he reached out and lifted her face until she was looking him in the eye, his fingers on either side of her jaw and looking like a rather gentle hold but he was applying a good deal of pressure in order to make sure that she didn't fight to much. Not just yet anyway, later on could come her struggles and attempts to resist him, for now he was in charge.

“What just happened was a part of the natural order, the strong take the weak, in this case the take over has been relatively straight forward and bloodless. If it remains that way it will of course be up to you.” He was grinning now showing his fangs as he released her face and began to walk away from her and toward a window through which he could see the city, there were a few buildings burning but not nearly as many as would be expected in this sort of situation. “My men are currently ordered to stand down and keep the civilian deaths to a minimum... and if you bow before me I will keep things that way, do you understand?”


(no trouble at all)

 

[Little Pixel]

Calm down? Despite the meaning of the words, all they did was send her emotions into a greater frenzy. The relaxed tone they were spoken in did nothing to help. How could she possibly calm down, when facing him, the one responsible for all the horrible things that had happened, that were still happening? She couldn't! By some miracle she managed to keep from saying anything, however.

Her eyes ended up wandering after a moment of watching him come towards her, size difference quickly evident, but the moment he reached her he made sure to make her look him in the eye. Her expression remained defiant, though admittedly, it was just as hard to look menacing as it was to feel that way when she had to look up at him.
At his first words, her eyes narrowed. Before she thought too much about his views on natural order though, she was thrown a bit off guard at what he said next. Up to her?

Isabel blinked a bit, brows furrowed in confusion and suspicion as he let go of her, walking away. She only glanced momentarily at the window, and what little she could see through it from where she was. The girl had already seen from another window the state of the city...never having bore witness to a situation as this, the destruction she saw was enough to disturb her. She didn't even consider how much more damage could have been inflicted on the fair city.
Dark brown eyes gazing at the man's back again, she listened as he spoke again...
She felt a knot in her throat after he finished and she thought of what he said. "Bow...before you?"

 

[DomG]

She didn't understand what he was saying but soon he would enlighten her, he would let her understand just what power he had and how much power he wanted to have over her. Of course he could always just take what he wanted from her but how much more enjoyable would it be for him if she offered herself to him. He sneered a little bit at her lack of understanding before shrugging off the robes of her dead father, letting them fall at her feet.

“I have you right where I want you princess.” He pointed out as though speaking to a child. “You see I am now in control of the land that you love, its people are mine to do with as I wish. Honestly it wouldn't hurt me in the least to let this entire country burn to the ground as an example to others... or on the other hand I could just install a governor and for the most part things wouldn't change all that much, a few minor laws put in places and some new taxes... but if this is to happen then you must offer yourself to me, if you become my pet, my slave then I will allow your people to live, if you refuse then I will make you my slave anyway and your people will suffer.”

Now he was grinning wildly as he moved away from the window and back to the throne, sitting down and kicking her fathers body away. “Princess, remove your dress and come kneel before your master so I may inspect you.” He knew she would make the right choice because there was no choice at all.

 

[Little Pixel]

Isabel's body visibly tensed more as he made her situation clear, even more so the moment the word slave came up, at which point she seemed to pale slightly. It was with a look of dread that she watched him go sit on the throne once more, barely taking notice of his fangs again as he grinned. Feeling her chest tighten at the order that followed, she hesitated.
The last thing she wanted was to submit to him in any way, but the vampire king had made things quite clear. He intended to enslave her one way or the other...

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She had pride, and she may value her freedom, but she cared about her people, and it was her duty to protect them. This in mind, she reached back and began undoing the silver bind that kept the upper part of the dress tightened around her upper body, all the while, her now open eyes downcast. Once undone, she felt the fabric loosen a bit around her. After she pulled a bit, it loosened more, and after a moment's hesitation, she pulled at the sleeves and began actually taking it off. Soon enough, it was nothing move but a pool of blue fabric at her feet.

Her legs were completely exposed, as were her arms, but other than the underwear covering her intimate parts, her middle was also covered by a thin white undershirt, held up by a pair of straps on her shoulders. She blushed a bit....She wasn't nude yet, but it was still more exposed than she had ever been in front of a man before, and she hated it was happening under such circumstances.
Keeping her eyes on the ground, she couldn't make herself look in the direction of her father as she walked towards the throne.
Stopping in front of the throne, but still away from it, out of reach to the one sitting on it, she found herself hesitation again, and shifted in her place.
"I...I do this...and my people will remain safe?" She asked, angry as it came out with a tone weaker than she would have liked.

 

[DomG]

Vincent smiled as she moved to remove the dress, she had seen the best choice in a situation where she really didn't have a choice. He was glad that she wasn't stubborn or foolish enough to try to fight him on this, he would gladly kill a few of her former subjects in front of her in order to demonstrate to her just how cruel he was willing to be in order to get what he wanted. That however would have been a waste of time and would have only made him grow impatient.

Two small flaws though occurred to Vincent as the dress fell away, first of all her underwear was hardly the most erotic thing he had ever seen and second was that she did not kneel before him right away. Now the underwear was something he should have anticipated, her nation was so sexually repressed that it seemed insane to him. Well soon he would use her in a demonstration of the new standards that would soon emerge, he had such plans for her. The other problem though was something that had to be dealt with right away, she needed to learn to submit to him.

“I am a man of my word princess but before you kneel you will remove that ridiculous undergarment, I want my new pet to be naked when I inspect her.” He licked his lips and slowly stood as he spoke, her body was just about flawless from what he could see and her scent, fear, nervousness, anger, indignation, all these tings mixed together just to arouse his body and his hunger. “However if you delay any longer I will begin to reconsider my kind offer.”

 

[Little Pixel]

Hearing him assure her he would keep his word, in her mind, she immediately forced all the ever present, nagging feeling of rebellion down, telling herself she needed to do this. If it would keep the people of Erya safe, then like it or not, it was her duty to. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat and she grew even more tense the moment he told her to take off her undergarments. She hesitated again, but the moment he spoke again, saying he may reconsider, her hands went to the hem of her shirt. One breath later, she lifted over her head and dropped it at her side.

Her elegant physique was revealed, her taut stomach and round breasts exposed to the male, and her first instinct was to cover herself. Apparently mindful about not displeasing him right now, though, it was an instinct she resisted, merely taking in a somewhat shaky breath before taking off the panties. With that, she was fully exposed, including her most intimate place, it's hairs cut a bit short (oddly enough considering their repressed society, but something some did even in Erya).

After a moment, she took one small step forward, and knelled before him. Head down, eyes still on the ground, her hands stayed by her sides, tips of a few fingers touching the ground, and one knee remained up to her chest while the other was on the ground. She didn't really know how a slave was suppose to kneel, this was the most respectful way that came to her mind at that moment.

 

[DomG]

As she finally removed the last scrap of her clothing Vincent exhaled slowly, a small hiss of breath escaping between his clenched teeth as his eyes hungrily moved over each and every inch of her flesh now exposed to him. Absolutely perfect in every way except for that small patch of short hair that she trimmed down. That was a little bit curious though considering how prudish her country was, what was the point of trimming the hair of one most intimate area if you didn't intend to show it to someone. Well soon she would learn that her master preferred to have his pet completely bare. “You will remove that hair at the first opportunity.” He growled at her as he walked around her slowly, reaching out and brushing his hands over her shoulders and neck.

As he continued to move around before her again he slowly unbuttoned his pants and withdrew his large and still hardening member, holding it out before her face. “Well princess,” He whispered, her former station used now to mock her current position. “You will prepare me for what is to come, I want you to use your lips and tongue to worship my cock, cover it in your saliva until it is nice and wet... and then I will take you properly, hard and fast.”