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caged and collared

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Kikora

Banned
Banished
Joined
Sep 12, 2009
Location
Too far south
Ophelie didn't move from her position in the center of the cage, kneeling to whatever masters came. It was already well past dark, few masters came to visit the shops when the moon was high. She stopped her dancing some time past, and now rested, her chin resting lightly on her chest. Her breathing slowed to almost sleeping, but she would not allow herself to curl up just yet, not as the others in the shop already have. She wanted to leave the tiny cage that has been her home for two years, and move somewhere new, exciting.

It was how the shop was run, the slaves always carefully caged and confined. Ophelie had been a slave her entire life, but at least in her childhood she had been free to roam and explore... Now she was trapped. Twenty hours a day in the ten by ten cage, an hour to bathe and care for her appearance, three hours to run and play in the rec area. It was confining, smothering, frustrating.

"Still awake?" One of the handlers called, a smile on his heavily lined face, and Ophelie simply nodded, smothering a yawn behind her hand. "We close in two hours then." He told her softly, and again Ophelie nodded. It was hard to keep track of time in the small cage, and she was honestly grateful to the man for helping her keep time.
 
Devlin's dark eyes scanned the place that was before him as he got out of his car. Devlin was a three hundred year old vampire, who looked like he was about 25. He had longish blond hair and deep emerald eyes. Devlin was in the market for a new slave, one that was of any race and one that had a good strong body. He needed one that could take on the needs he had and then take care of the rest of the house chores and such. He only wanted one that would be able to handle his needs so that he wouldn't be too alone at night.

He had only had one other pet in his life and she had been his lover for hundreds of years. She was taken from him and murdered in front of him. The only reason he couldn't fight back was because he was surrounded by silver and he was contained by it. Some other vampires thought it would be funny to steal from him, and kill his pet. Well after all was said and done he ended up killing every single one of them. They all died a very slow and painful death.

He walked through the building, most of the slaves sleeping and he shook his head. "Is this how you expect customers to buy pets? Sleeping in their cages like unfaithful pathetic little shits. I need a slave who can actually work and stay awake. This is disgraceful." And then his eyes met her's, and he'd felt something strange, something that he hadn't felt in years. He looked at her and walked over slowly as he kept his eyes on her body. His eyes looked back at her's and he smiled softly before standing next to the cage. "What is your name? And why do you continue standing while all the others are off to bed?"
 
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She didn't move from her place in the center of the cage for several more minutes, no matter how her legs stung from being sat on for so long. It was one of the first things she had learned, when she began her training to be a slave. Always kneel before masters when not performing, keep your head low, eyes downcast. The picture of obedience and good behavior. Nothing short of perfection was ever tolerated by the slavers who raised her, and she never accepted any less from herself. It was also one of the traits the separated her from the disobedient further in the shop, who threw a ruckus almost daily, and attempted to fight their way to freedom. Ridiculous. All that foolish disobedience served to accomplish was attract a cruel master who would, and indeed he would, beat the spirit from his slave.

Free in the mind, Ophelie would remind herself each day, only free in the mind. That is the tool a slave had to survival, to thrive in the cruel world of servitude. It was why she confined herself to only three hours of sleep a night, danced without break during the day, and knelt in her cage after the sun set, awake but resting. Anything to attract a kind master who would appreciate her diligence and strength of character, rather than simply her body or her screams.

It seemed that tonight her work would finally pay off. For the first time in weeks a master came by well after dark, shaking his head at the slaves that slept soundly in their cots. For a brief second their eyes met, dark brown and green, and he seemed taken by it. He strolled towards her, standing beside her cage and smiling down at her.

Ophelie rose slowly, bowing her head slowly to him as she pulled her skirt from her body in a well trained curtsy. "Good evening lord." She told him softly, Her eyes flicking up to his once briefly, a charming smile on her face. "I stay awake as long as the shop is open, my lord. It is the duty of the slave to be ready for a master, whenever he may come."
 
When she got up to face him and give him a bow he almost chuckled, he'd never seen such obedience in a slave. Not around here at least. He smiled a bit brighter before pulling a chair over to her cage. He needed to make sure she was exactly what he had wanted. "Now I asked you before. What is your name slave? Speak. You may answer any question that I ask. In fact the more you talk the better chance you have of me buying you. See, I believe that there are certain qualities each master looks for, and if you don't tell me about yourself or show me something that I like how will I know that I want you to be my slave?" He asked as he looked her over. He had already decided that she was the best in the shop, but now it was time to decided whether the best was good enough for him.

When he stared into her dark brown eyes he was impressed by the strength that lied within them. It seem almost as if she wasn't a slave or hadn't been one for long. That or she lived to serve. Either way he was impressed by the way she presented herself and everything she did seemed to be up to his standards. He assumed that she had probably been trained for years to be this obedient. His bright smile shone in the dark, and she would be able to tell that he wasn't like the other men that stopped by.

He beckoned her closer and slowly took her hand through the cage and kissed it, wanting to get a taste for her flesh. He scratched her arm, only to make a small cut and then he licked up the blood. "Mm. You taste divine. You are a human? Hmm, never have I tasted such incredible human blood." He said with a subtle surprise in his tone.

"Now, once you've told me your name I wish to acquire some knowledge as to where you come from." He said as his hands roamed her body in order to see if she was good enough for him. Clean her up, dress her nicely, and she'd be more than presentable for him. He could tell that she would most likely be his newest pet. He reached up and felt both her breasts before examining her cunt. "Virgin?" He asked as he could smell the purity that just emanated from her luscious body. He slid a finger deeply into her slit and smirked, "Mm definitely a virgin, that or you've got the tightest sex I've ever felt."
 
The lack of sleep must be effecting Ophelia more than she had thought, she couldn't even remember the man having asked her name. She flushed slightly, and ducked her head again, in a slightly apology, waiting for the master to finish speaking to avoid interrupting him. He stared at her for a moment, a dark smile curling onto her lips. It was certainly unlike any other look she had ever seen. It hinted at something he held for her future, pain perhaps? He didn't strike her as a sadist, but he wanted something from her, that much she could tell.

He beckoned her over, and she smiled, almost dancing towards him, an artist in every step. He took his hand, and in a move straight from an old romance novel, brought it to his lips. She shivered slightly, her smile widening more, an honest look of amusement and appreciation at the formal gesture. Without warning he gave her arm a brief scratch, and she briefly let her eyes widen before he brought it to his lips, licking lightly at the drops of blood. Her eyes caught a flash of something in his mouth, the points of fangs that poked out from the corners of his lips. 'Vampire', She told herself, knowing that she should be scared, but oddly she wasn't. She was interested, why would a vampire want a common slave?

That honestly did startle her, and she openly stared for a moment as his hands roamed across her body. with effort she forced herself to remain still as he stroked her, his hands moving to her breasts. Her cheeks heated then, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek, 'Exist to serve'. She reminded herself sharply, one of her more recent lessons, 'A man will want your body, offer it to your owner...'.

She swallowed slightly, his hand moving down to her sex, touching her where no other man had. A slight sound echoed from her at the contact, her cheeks heating again, flushed with her blood. "I am a human, and a virgin." She confirmed, now that he was done speaking. "My name is Ophelie. I am from this shop, there has been no other home for, my lord. My mother was forced to give me to the slavers when I was born, the village she lived in in the East frowned upon sex before marriage, and she could either kill me to hide her shame, or sell me before anyone knew." She smiled slightly, tilting her head to the side. "I have been trained my life to please a master. Cooking, cleaning, dance and song, if it suits your tastes, my lord." She curtsied once more, dipping her head low. "And my purity has been preserved for the man who buys me."
 
When she blushed at his old style of flattery he knew that she truly was young. He was well over three hundred years old, and had been dead for a good two hundred and eighty of those years. Him kissing her hand was almost an unheard of thing from the time he was born. Men were to court women and by kissing of the hand it meant he wished to do so, of course now it simply meant some form of affection. He didn't understand why she was so unused to this kind of touching, since she was quite beautiful and very obedient. He assumed other masters wanted to break slaves, not have ones that were already broken.

He was very pleased to have a slave that would do as he commanded, and she even waited for him to stop speaking so that she wouldn't interrupt him. It was beyond him to find a pet that was that obedient and he was smirking the whole time. When he licked up her blood he could feel her tensing up and soon he listened to her thoughts, hearing nothing but the word 'Vampire' softly. She wasn't afraid of him, which did surprise him, but rather it was clear to him that she was intrigued by his race and his choice to take a chance on a human slave. He licked his lips as he finished drinking the sample of blood he took from her, and he was thoroughly pleased with her blood.

He liked her body a lot, and she felt very natural to him, clearly hadn't been altered physically ever and he liked that. Her breasts were large and supple and he smirked as his hands moved back over her body till they got down to her sex. When he looked up at her all he could see was her blush and he heard the phrase 'exist to serve' several times. He knew she was trying to get sold, and he planned on buying her, but he needed to know certain things first.

Finally she opened her mouth while he was fingering her sex and he smirked, "Human and a virgin. Very well." He said before he let her continue and his fingers just opened her pussy up a bit while she spoke. He wanted to know how she handled the pressure of him teasing and toying with her while she spoke. She handled it rather well for a virgin as she didn't stutter or stop speaking. He listened to the story of her childhood and he understood why she so desperately wanted to get out, and he nodded along slowly. "Well then. I do understand." He said kissing her neck before tilting her head up high, "Is that so? Whatever I want? I think I might buy you." He said as his fingers slowly slid out of her pussy, and they were covered in her wetness, he could tell she liked being touched. He licked them and smirked, "You taste very nice. And it's a testament to your virtue that you have remained pure for the man who will buy you. Maybe your purity will leave you sooner than you think." He said as he walked to the man to talk numbers.
 
The vampire didn't stop stroking her, even as she spoke to him, answering his questions. He played with her womanhood lightly, and it took all her energy not to pause, or moan. She forced herself to remain still as he slid his fingers between her nether lips. It was hard for her to finish answering him, but she managed, and smiled in relief when she was done.

It had been an option to her to study the art of pleasing herself, or have a man please her without breaking her purity, but she denied it. In her mind it defeated the purpose of staying a virgin, to indulge in touching and being touched without shame. Not even any of the previous masters who had taken a brief interest in her had bothered to explore her womanhood, as this man did now.

When she finished her task, the vampire nodded, looking pleased with her. He pulled her closer to the cage wall, and kissed along her neck. She shivered at the strange sensation of his warm lips brushing over her pulse, and her breath caught. 'Damnit Ophelie! You exist to please him! Contain yourself!' Her mind scolded sharply, and she forced herself calm again, the flush in her cheeks the only evidence of her arousal. To her surprise the man withdrew his fingers from her pussy, which now glistened softly in the moonlight with her juices, and brought them to his lips. He licked them, getting off every drop of her sweet juice. She stared for a moment.

He turned to leave and Ophelie was awestruck. He would buy her? She felt a surge of joy at the thought, anticipation. She would be bought now, and not just by an ordinary human, but a creature of the night. A being with knowledge that surpassed any mortal, who has seem and experienced things she hadn't even dreamed about. It was exhilarating, and she found herself wandering to the cage door, watching the blond haired man discuss her price with the slave. A half a million, she knew, for a fully trained virgin obedient. Her stomach twisted for a moment, wondering if perhaps the price was too high. Many masters simply turned and left upon hearing the ridiculous prices for trained slaves.
 
He had wondered how she remained so calm when he was playing with her, but he didn't want her to always be like that. Sometimes he wanted her to keep her cool, like if he were to have her in public and they were sitting at a table. He starts to finger her in front of various people, then he would want her to keep quiet. But if they were alone in the confines of his house he wants to know that she is getting off on him.

He was very interested in a virgin, and that also explained why her blood tasted so good. She in fact was not only pure down there but everywhere else in her body. She had not been tainted before. So her blood was the purest of the pure. Even after she loses her virginity he blood will still taste as good, but right now it's at it's most flavorful point for him. He knew that very well, so he figured he'd drink from her a few times before ravaging her beautiful body.

He could hear her cursing herself for almost moaning and catching her breath as he kissed over her neck and her collar bone. He bit her neck softly, nipping at it, as he really wanted to turn her on before he left her. "Listen my pet," He said softly "You can show that you're aroused. I like knowing that you're aroused. You must only be calm and collected when I say so." He said smirking, "I will dictate when you must be very discreet about what I'm doing to you, but when I know you're aroused and you're hiding it then I will get angry. I like seeing it on your face. Hearing it in your voice." He whispered seductively. He liked seeing how flushed her cheeks were and he continued to lick the juices of his fingers, she really did taste delicious.

He had noticed the look on her face as he was turning to leave and she was pretty happy, he could tell. He smirked as he walked over to the dealer and began to talk numbers, but then he heard the price and looked at him. "Are you joking? A half a million for a virgin?" He said almost in anger, "What's the lowest you're willing to go?" He asked, but the dealer knew Devlin had to have her. He didn't go any lower, but he said that if Devlin didn't like half a million he could go higher. He sighed as he looked at the man and nodded, "Fine, you have a deal." He said shaking his head as he took out his money and paid the man. Once he was done he grabbed a collar and a leash and turned to her smiling. He knelt back by her cage and told her to come closer. He began to kiss and nip at her neck again slowly as he played with her clit, "So, you're going to be my new pet. You cost me a pretty penny, so I hope you're worth every cent. Now I enjoy you already, which means I'm sure that things will work out just fine." He said as he continued toying with her as he put the collar on and smiled, "You look very sexy with a collar on Ophelie. You may call me anything you choose. Master, sir, Devlin, anything you wish. But, if I do not like it I will tell you and you will never use it again." He said with a firm look, which disappeared seconds later as he began to run his fingers over her cunt that was dripping wet. He unlocked the cage and smiled.
 
Before the vampire left he gave her one last bit of advice, spoken softly in her ear. A briefly confused expression clouded her features, but she nodded slowly. It went against so many of her teachings to show this man her arousal, to display actual emotion. Smile calmly, bow gracefully, never laugh unless appropriate and never grow angry with your master. Let them see what they wish to. What he wished to see she didn't know how to show.... It would be challenging indeed.

He left, and Ophelie could distantly hear the discussion between the elderly slaver and her master-to-be. She smiled softly to herself and shook her head, knowing well that the man would have bent the price for another slave. No other had spent their life here though, or had as extensive of training as Ophelie enjoyed, a rare treat among slaves, if you would. Choice meat.

She held her breath as they discussed the price, and heaved a relieved sigh when the vampire finally agreed to the high price, and turned back to claim her. She was already waiting anxiously at the bars when he reached her bars once more, and immediately returned to playing with her. He kissed and nipped lightly at her neck, and she tried to release her control, a soft sigh sounded from her lips, followed shortly by a gasp. His fingers found her sensitive button once more, swirling slowly for a few moments. She gripped the bars, and squeezed her eyes shut, letting herself moan, letting her hips buck lightly against his fingers. It was almost a disappointment when he stopped kissing her long enough to wrap his own collar 'round her throat, and slid his fingers free of her womanhood, sparking a long shudder to run through her body.

He unlocked the cage door, and she hesitantly stepped out. An odd feeling of release swept over her, and it was hard not to give an elated smile. Compared to spending every day in a cage, whatever she was heading for must be freedom itself! "I will be worthy investment, My Lord." She whispered, curtsying low once more. "You have my word."
 
Devlin knew that what he had told her was completely against her training, so it would be interesting to him to see how she worked around it for him. She was trained though to be anything and everything for her master, at least that's what he was lead to believe from the rest of the way she had been trained. She was going to be worth it, he could tell, and that's why he allowed the slave dealer to take such a high price for her. Besides, Devlin loved virgins, and she was more than enough for him.

He could feel her eyes all over him, and he wondered what she was studying, if she was looking for weakness or if she was simply enjoying the perfection that was his form. Seeing as he was a vampire he had a near perfect body, and an angel like face. It was part of the seduction and glamor techniques that came with being a vampire.

He liked that she was waiting for him at the bars when he started walking over with a collar and a leash and he smirked a bit. He listened to her noises for the first time, and they sounded sweet to his ear. Young, innocent, and definitely a virgin. He could tell just by the way she gasped and moaned for his fingers and his lips. It was evident to him that she had played with herself before as she was getting into it and she was enjoying it. She even bucked her hips for him, and that was bold for a slave, but he liked it. She was doing just as he had asked and it was natural. He bit his lip as he watched her eyelids slowly lift back up to look at him and she looked almost sad that he had stopped. He whispered in a sultry tone, "There will be more once we get back to my home." And a small smirk appeared on his face.

He watched her step out and he took her by the hand, not putting the leash on as he believed she wouldn't run, she must have been smarter than that. Especially since she knew he was a vampire. He looked at her when she began to speak and he nodded along, "Well then, I am glad to hear it Ophelie. Come, we'll go back to my house now."
 
Ophelie shivered slightly, her cheeks flushing darker when her master told her there was more to come. She had the feeling that he was not bluffing when he told her that her virginity would be short lived with him, but frankly it was not something she regretted. She smiled up at her perfect face, taking in his flawless body, or what she could see that wasn't covered by clothing. It seemed the myths about vampires being seductive creatures was founded on truth after all.

She swallowed hard and trailed after him, her hand gripping his lightly as they walked. She wouldn't even think about running, what good would that foolish action serve? She would end up back in her cage! Beaten mercilessly for letting the big fish swim away. And even if she were to escape, then she would not have the opportunity to learn about vampires, and that would be a shame indeed. Something about other species was always interested her, but she never dared dream she would actually be claimed by one.

"Yes Master." She said, almost joyously, eagerly heading to the slave shop door. She hadn't left the slave grounds since she was little and allowed to play in the front. Regarded As simple a trainee, and not a slave for sale. Unlike other shops this one was quite strict on one key principle, they did not sell children. It wasn't until she was fifteen, slightly less than a decade ago, that she was actually placed on the market.
 
Her obedience would serve her well, and he knew that she was nervous, as she should be. He was her first master, and he wasn't of her race, he had also told her that he would take her virginity sooner than she thought. Things like this probably didn't sit too well with her right away, seeing as she was still pure and probably wanted to hold onto that. He shrugged and looked at her with a small smirk. He liked listening to her thoughts, they made it easy for him to keep her happy.

Earlier he had noticed that in her head she had been undressing him, wondering what he looked like without all his clothes on. He turned to her and whispered, "I know you were thinking about me naked. Do you want to see that pet? Would you like to explore my body?" He asked as they sat in the back of what was almost like a limousine. The car was dark and the driver couldn't see into the back, unless Devlin allowed him to, but if she said yes there was no way he would do that. He looked at her, "I'll let you explore however much you wish." He said happily.

He ran his fingers slowly over her thighs as he kissed her hand once more, "You know, I'm not like most masters you might have. I'm very different. See, I grew up believing that even your slaves deserve some form of respect. So you will have respect from me, and I expect you to be happy about that. You can do whatever you so please in my house as long as the things I request of you get done." He said softly as he kissed her neck, "You can wear whatever you want unless I so dictate otherwise. These are just some of the ground rules." He said with a small smirk, "Understood? Now, do you wish to explore my body?" He finished with a smirk still on his face.
 
This man seemed to have a talent for making her blush, and she jumped slightly when he mentioned he knew what she was thinking. Did vampires possess the ability to read minds? That was one legend she had never heard of! She would have to watch her thoughts as closely as she did her words, something she had never even attempted before. Free in the mind, that was how she was raised.

He led her into the back of his limousine, and she slid in, folding her hands neatly in he lap. The window was blacked out, and it was dark, far too dark for the driver to see in the back seat. No doubt this was a deliberate move by the vampire, and he intended to take advantage of the privacy. He asked her again if she wanted to touch him, and she nodded. She fund herself actually aching to simply reach out and feel him, to see if he was every bit as perfect as she thought he was. Somehow she contained herself, her hands staying folded in her lap.

He said she could ask to explore his body, not that she could on her own. "What rules should I be aware of, master?" She asked softly first, aware that this was far more important than her desire to feel his body, she even batted her eyelashes lightly at him as she flashed a slight smile. "And yes.... I would like very much to touch you... Please.... May I touch my masters body?" She begged, a note of honest curiosity in her voice.

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Devlin liked that she was discovering more and more things about vampires especially like the fact that he could read her mind. He also discovered things about her by reading her mind, like she believed she was free, or at least that she is free in the mind. And he liked that, he liked the idea that she was inspired to move on because of her mindset. He smirked as he listened to the thoughts that evolved within her head.

He could tell she really wanted to touch him and feel how real he was, and how truly perfect he was. He almost wished she didn't hold herself back and let her hands roam his body since they had a good deal more time before he got to his house. He looked at her, "Rules? Well besides the ones that I have told you so far, there aren't many more. But I will discuss those a bit more when we get back to my home. I think for now you've been a good enough pet in holding yourself back that you deserve a prize." He said smirking.

When she began to beg him to touch him and tell him that she would like to feel his body he just enjoyed the soft smile and words she spoke. He began to take off his shirt and his pants and then he took off his boxers before he sat before her naked. He kissed her neck softly as his hands held her close. "Pet, now you are free. In this little area you are free to touch and unleash your wildest fantasies on me. Don't hold back. Touch. Bite. Do whatever comes to you. I want to see the things that you think about in your head play out right now." He said smirking.
 
No sooner had she folded her hands in her lap, and ducked her head meekly, than the man surprised her once more. He brushed off the rules he previously mentioned, and smirked at her quite blatantly. She stared back for a moment as his hands traveled to the bottom of his shirt. Without a moment's hesitation he was pulling was pulling the garment high. He tugged it over his head, and threw it aside before he worked on his pants. Ophelie watched in a stunned silence as he pulled off his belt and undid his pants.

He stripped slowly, and lounged back, completely naked in front of her. His order was clear, but Ophelie wasn't sure what she wanted! She reached out tentatively, and ran a hand over his arm, taking in the ivory perfection of his skin. His hard muscles almost seem sculpted from marble, reminding her of the carvings of greek gods, perfect to the last detail. Unlike those works of splendor, this man was completely uncovered, completely open to her wandering hand. She stroked downwards, across his chest, down the ripples of is stomach, and swallowed slightly, her wide eyes locked on a part of him that she had only briefly seen in pictures. She ran her fingers through the hair on his crotch for a few moments, fascinated by it, her own was kept clean shaven like many other slave girls in the shop. After a moment of just feeling, her fingertips danced up the side of Devlin's cock, a butterfly touch, tentatively exploring.
 
He enjoyed feeling her eyes all over him as she watched him undress for her, and he smirked as he looked up at her. Her eyes were taking in all that they could, and observing every little part of him. He could almost see the lust and astonishment in her eyes as he looked up for a brief moment. When he was done stripping done he awaited her hands as he could see she was holding herself back. He told her not to and then she began to do as she pleased, exploring his body slowly.

He felt her hands move slowly over his arm and gripping on his muscles before she moved over his chest and so on. He liked the way her hands felt as she moved over his body, every little touch felt like a wave of motion brushing over his skin. He moaned out very softly, aching for her to continue touching his body. He wasn't sure how, but she had gained some form of power over him in the heat of the moment. He was open to her, and if she so chose she could have easily ended his life. The collar she had on had some metal spikes here and there, she could have easily taken advantage of this moment. He was almost surprised that she didn't in fact do something harmful to him, but more rather enjoy exploring him as he too enjoyed it. He could feel her eyes staring at his cock, and he felt her hand moving through his uncut hair for a moment, which he usually kept shaven, but hadn't had a partner in some time. He felt her hand move over his cock which was already growing against her and he moaned out, "Mm that's a very sensitive and pleasurable spot." He whispered.
 
Again, few could accuse Ophelie of being a fool. Trying to fight this vampire would be foolish indeed. He possessed unknown speed and strength, but i legend could be trusted he could kill her without batting an eye. He could read her mind, so even if she wanted to fight him he would know long before she struck. And, if by some stroke of luck she had managed to kill him, what then? She would be trapped in the limousine, too fast to jump out, and at the mercy of the driver.

No, she was not stupid. She simply enjoyed the chance to explore without restrictions or guidelines. It was liberating to touch and explore without -having- to please him, like reading the instructions to a new toy before actually setting out to play with it.

She was intrigued by just how hard his muscles were, compared to her own. Like the other men who worked in the shop, it was interesting to feel at length. More interesting, was the now swelling member. When she first saw it, it had been limp between his legs, but the more she touched it, the larger it swelled, and the harder it became. Her fingers wrapped lightly around it, urging him to grow harder still in her hands. "How can I make it feel even more pleasurable?" She asked, glancing up at him once with a smile.
 
She was so innocent and adorable, that he could tell she had no intention of doing anything but enjoying his body. He felt her hands move across his body a bit more and he could tell she was surprised by the way thought of him. His muscles so much stronger and tighter since he had been at war with his body to always be fit. He wasn't the type that liked to look ill or sickly, and being a vampire energy was what he needed, and if he was disgusting and fat or lazy then he could not be at his maximum capability.

What also helped was the fact the he only drank blood and didn't eat fattening things since he could not taste them, it was pointless. But blood could be addicting, and excess of anything is never good, so he drank in moderation. His eyes focused on her for a moment as he smiled, her innocence was rather adorable.

He saw her eyes light up when his cock began to grow in her hands and she wondered how she could make it harder. Well when her hand wrapped around it and practically begged him to get harder it only complied to her wishes, quickly growing in thickness and length. He moaned out a bit more, "You're making me so hard..." He whispered in pleasure as he saw her glancing up at him asking how to make it more pleasurable. Of course she wouldn't know how to do things like that, she was young, and never had a master before, "Well you could move your hand up and down, like this," He said showing her by making her jack him off slowly. "Or your could use your mouth and tongue on me." He said softly.
 
His instruction were easy to follow, and kind, as if encouraging her to please him, rather than order to take what he wanted. It wouldn't have made much difference to Ophelie, she would have given him her best either way... But it did help calm her nerves some as she stroked.

He slowly grew firmer in her hands, throbbing lightly with each long pull. He urged her fingers slightly tighter, squeezing gently as he taught her to masterbate him. She was thoroughly enjoying listening to his moans, gasps, and groans as she pumped, her speed slowly increasing as his arousal grew. Her free hand dipped down, feeling his tender balls. It was so strange, the contrast of feeling between his hard and throbbing length, and unexpectingly soft sack. It intruiged her, and she rolled her hands lightly around him, carressing and feeling without adding pressure. At his suggestion she skooted back on the seat and leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the very tip of his cock. She licked him long and full, her eyes closing as she tasted the slight salt of skin.
 
He could tell that she was going to be a very good slave for him as she continue to stroke him and did what she wanted to as he had taught her how. He moaned out a bit more when she made her grip even tighter and he looked at her, "You're...good at this..." He said having a hard time saying it since he was moaning so much.

His breath got heavy as he felt her speed increase and he growled out while looking at her, and soon he felt her hand on his balls gently caressing them as he looked her over. "Mm I didn't know you'd be so good. You really are worth every penny." He moaned out as he kissed her neck softly, "Keep going, you're doing such a good job." he said as his cock got so hard in her hands he thought he was about to explode and then soon she began to lick him, and he looked down at her. He let out a loud low moan while she did that and he bit his lip, "God yes...let me please you too my pet, you deserve something for doing so well."
 
The man was moaning loudly now, obviously enjoying her attention to his manhood. She continued her licking, flicking her tongue against the soft and tender point of his cock, and even taking him into her mouth to suck lightly, her tongue swirling around his cock as if in a deep and passionate kiss.

He growled, his breathing labored, and looked down at her with lust in his eyes. He throbbed in her mouth, pounding in the promise of cum, threatening to fill her up. His words made her pull back slightly, confusion on her face. "You don't have to ask me." She whispered, pulling up her skirt slowly to reveal her generous hips and round ass to him. "I am yours." She smiled once more, and leaned down again, sucking as though there were no interruption at all.
 
When she began to suck on him too, he was just losing it, she was so good for a girl who was so inexperienced, and he was very happy with his purchase. He let his fingers move through her hair while she was down there. His cock just tensing up and getting thicker with every flick of her tongue.

He looked at her when she pulled back wondering why she stopped, but she told him that he didn't have to ask her to play and pulled up her skirt for him. Her body was pretty much perfect to him, and seeing her gorgeous hips and pert little ass just made him want to take advantage of her. "Yes you are mine, my gorgeous sexy pet. But I wanted to treat you to something that you wanted." He said as his fingers slowly moved down to her crotch while she moved back to sucking on him. He moaned out as he quickly began to toy with her not wanting to be the only one who was so pleased.
 
Ophelie was about to pull her mouth from him again to speak with him, before something occurred to her and she almost laughed. He could read her thoughts, what purpose was there to trying to speak out loud. The truth was, she had no idea what she wanted. His touch spark feelings she didn't understand completely, but enjoyed and wanted to feel more of. That was the same as wanting it, right?

His fingers found her womanhood again, stroking and teasing her while she pumped over him, moving slightly faster now that sparks of pleasure surged through her as well. Every touch and swirl of his fingers left her breathless, moaning, needing more. She would get it too, she knew. Now that she was his pet he would give her this pleasure as often as he liked, and she looked forward to it.
 
He listened to her thoughts about how she wanted things and wanted him to do things to her. He continued to play his fingers over her tight cunt while he kissed on her neck. He looked at her, "Mm you're so good at that. How in the world did that happen?" He asked as he pushed his thick cock into her mouth more as he felt her sucking all over him. He moaned a bit louder when she took him into her mouth more.

He could tell she was enjoying his touching by the way she got into it a bit more. He could hear the moans that was stifled a bit by his thick cock filling her mouth. He slowly let his fingers enter her womanhood knowing that she was rather tight as a virgin and he just pushed them in deeper as he pumped them. He looked at her, "How does that feel?" he moaned out.
 
Ophelie laughed softly as he bent over himself to kiss her neck, speaking softly to her as she worked. 'I listen to my master.' She told him in thought, flickering her tongue across his length as she released a long and low moan. 'I can tell what you like by how you move and groan, and I do it again if you do.'

She plunged herself down on him again, knowing he enjoyed the sensations. Her hips grinded into his hand, eager to feel more. He slid his fingers into her, and she paused, her eyes widening slightly at the strange sensation. He began to pump inside of her, up to her virgin barrier and out again, in rhythm. Ophelie moaned louder, desperately trying to keep herself from pushing down and forcing his fingers in further. She wanted him to break into her with his member... Not his fingers...

She paused then, her expression clouding when she realized she did want him in her, thrusting in with his cock the same way he was using his fingers, and she had to wonder if they felt so good, how would all of him feel?
 
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