The Vampire’s Retainer

They were in the decadent restaurant car of a train. She hadn’t realized ones like this nice still existed. There were several dressed tables, but they were the only people there. The wait staff had been waved away for the time being.

“I have never touched your mind.” he said softly. “But I need you to feel secure in that, to know what it would feel like, were I to break your trust. Is it okay if I touch it now?”

“Yes.” she replied.

He blinked, a deliberate gesture on his part to help him appear alive. The effect was lost on her though, because she was too well aware of what he was. She was also keenly aware that his chest didn’t move, undead monsters didn’t need to breathe. His heart didn’t beat either; everything combined gave him an eerie stillness, as if you could see visually how little time effected him. He was the vampire Cortez.

“I want you to know I take no pleasure in this.” said Cortez, placing a clear glass bottle with tiny white tablets near the tea pot. “Take the bottle, and swallow one of those pills.”

His command washed over her mind, and she did as he instructed, her body moving without any input from her.

“Now, drink a cup of tea.” he commanded again.

This time his command crashed on the shores of her mind. She did not drink the tea.

“Good.” he smiled.

The next few weeks were a blur, a literal bloody nightmare, but she loved it. He had made her the face of his fiscal empire. She was in charge of making executive decisions for all the corporations under his umbrella, managing his accounts, real-estate, **meal prep.** He barely existed to the world, out there she was in charge, the money maverick who came from nowhere. There was no question who was in charge when she got home though.

It began the same every night. She would come home to his manor, and he would greet her with a pot of tea and a kiss. It was symbolic of their safe word “tea time”. Past the modernized exterior everything else in the manor was old, and expensive. They took their tea in a room with a great fireplace, he had said often that he enjoyed the heat his own body no longer provided.

“Disrobe.” he commanded, after finishing their tea. He undid half the buttons of his own shirt as well, the now plunging neckline making visible the sculpted flesh beneath.

She did as he commanded, and started unbuttoning her work shirt, revealing a pink lace bra supporting a large bust. She turned her back, and slipped off her shirt, exposing delicate shoulders, and delicate skin. He rose from his seat to wrap his arms around her, planting cold wet kisses on her neck. He had never drank from her, but it still made her shiver in anticipation.

She let her skirt drop to the floor, revealing a matching set of pink lace underwear. He circled her, standing in front of her now. She undid her bra, and slid out of her underwear.

“follow.” he offered her a hand.

He led her closer to the fire place, where on a table, a spread of shackles, clamps, and toys of various kinds were displayed. On the floor was the leather cushion she was allowed to sit on during her daily examination. An almost pavlovian response caused her to become wet at the site of her leather cushion. When her master was pleased with her examination she was allowed to satisfy herself on it. She had pleasant memories of sliding along it with her throbbing entrance, basking in her master’s approval. She had to earn that first however.

His movements were unnaturally graceful, even when he was just walking. His shirt was completely unbuttoned now, the time stopped muscles of his eternally chiseled stomach on full display. He was picking up her chastity belt. He grinned, delighting in putting it on her.

Once, in a time before her master, she had been a willingly chaste woman. She had vowed to never so much as touch a man before marriage. She sat comfortably on her high horse, scoffing at the virtue of modern women. The corrupting influence of her master had changed all that for the better. He made her a better woman, a freer woman.

Her chastity belt was locked on, it prevented her from seeking to stimulate her slit, but left her other hole exposed. He led her to stand above her leather cushion.

“Sit.” he commanded.

She sat down. In his hand was a blindfold. He brought his body close to wrap it over her eyes, the last things she saw were his toned stomach, and hard inguinal lines.

“Lean forward.”

She leaned forward. She felt his gentle hands on the small of her back, and the feeling of warmed lube falling on her exposed asshole. She relished the sensation of the toy he gingerly inserted, the satisfying fullness of it. Lastly, he shackled her hands behind her back. The examination began.

“Did you touch yourself today?” he asked. She could feel the leather ropes of a flogger caressing her chest.

“I did.”

“The evidence?”

“A video on my phone, as always master.”

She heard him undo the clasp on her purse to find her phone, and listened to him hum in approval as the wet sounds of her masturbation played.

“Good.” he said. “Who did you think about?”

“You, master.” he whipped her then, across her breast. A yelp of shock escaped her. It didn’t hurt, not really, the lashes only ever came to the cusp of pain.

“I can hear your heartbeat, the subtle changes of your breathing. You lied. Who were you thinking about when you touched yourself today? be truthful this time.”

“An intern. He was a college football player.”

“Good.” he stroked her with the leather straps of the flogger again. “What did you picture in your minds eye while you finger fucked yourself?”

“I pictured him taking me from behind, master. I fantasied about him taking me like an animal.” The memory alone was making her wetter than she already was. The thought of being used like that to satisfy a man’s primal urges made her yearn to ride her leather pillow. Her hips moved involuntarily in yearning, but her chastity belt prevented any pleasure.

“Good.” the flogger caressed the area near her crotch. He undid the portion of her chastity belt that prevented her from stimulating herself on the leather pillow.

“Thank you master.” She said, starting to ride her leather pillow. She’d heard little girls would hump their pillows or stuffed animals when they felt urges, though she never did. Her chaste upbringing would never have allowed her to even fathom pleasuring herself.

“Are you thinking about him now?”

“Yes master, yes!” she was growing excited, she started to ride her pillow harder, pressing her hips desperately into it, imagining the intern was between her legs. She could feel the pressure of the toy in her ass, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to have her cunt spread, to be fucked properly like the whore she was. she kept riding her pillow, back and forth, the pillow slick with the juices of her desperate slit. Her hips moved of their own accord, faster and faster until at last she felt sweet release, and sanity returned to her mind. She was panting, practically keeled over.

“Good. You’ve been a good girl tonight.” he undid her blindfold. “Your examination is already over. Minus one lie, you would have been a very good girl tonight.”

“Yes master. I’m sorry master. I’ll do better.”

“I know you will, you’ve come very far from the ‘proper’ girl you were before.” he undid her shackles. “Stand.” he commanded. They were standing close, he looked deeply into her eyes, not looking away as he brought a hand to her crotch. He rubbed her exposed mound, slipping a finger inside of her before deftly relocking completely her chastity belt. He put a finger to his lips and sucked on it. “It’s time you prepare my meal.” he said softly.

‘Meal Prep’ was the mildest way anyone had ever put murder. They were at a bar, and it was her job to bring someone home for her master. Her master was an expert hunter, and his powers of the mind made it child’s play to bring people home, he just liked watching her do it. It allowed him to live vicariously as a mortal through her.

Her mark was quick to spot. A man well sculpted by a life of hard work. He had a wife and children, he revealed.

“I don’t mind.” she had whispered into his ear.

“Then I don’t either.” he replied, biting her ear. An adulterer, good. It would make her feel less guilty.

Cortez watched from a distance as his pet seduced his next meal. They flirted briefly in the bar, laughing and smiling, before stepping outside to make out. He reveled in his pets ability to twist the man, who was a full foot taller, and play with him like putty in her hands. It was his large arms that wrapped around her, but it was her gentle nuzzling and cooing that wrapped around his heart and made him hers.

The play continued into the cab. Then through the threshold of his home. He followed them, in his car and then by foot. His powers of the mind making him imperceptible to his meal. He could hear the man’s heart, practically see it pumping life throughout his body. The man hadn’t felt this good in years, he could tell, married life had not suited him.

The man and his pet hurried to the bedroom upstairs, ripping their clothes off, pawing at each other like hungry animals. They were hungry animals. Carnal creatures of flesh and bone, anchored to this transient world. He envied them, they were allowed to change, allowed to pass, to be warm and grow cold. He would only ever be cold, except in those fleeting moments after a drink, when he was a man again.

In the bedroom upstairs, the man removed his new lady friend’s skirt, watching it fall to the ground, and revealing her chastity belt.

“I knew you were freaky.” he said.

“You don’t know the half of it” she said, gripping the man’s engorged length, straddling him.

“How do I take it off?” he asked

“You don’t.” she said, stroking him.

The man barely had time to register her words before Cortez appeared behind him and bit into his neck. A vampire’s bite, it’s said, is the most pleasurable experience a mortal could ever have. She kept stroking him as Cortez drank deeply from him. The ecstasy of the experience was writ plain on the mans face. The mans body was wracked with pleasure, moaning from the gentle caress of her hand. He passed before he could finish, unfortunate for him.

Cortez cradled the man, and set him down gently on the bed. He licked the inside of his mouth, savoring the amorous blood that had been coursing through the dead man’s body. The ecstasy he died in had been palatable, and that ecstasy was now coursing through Cortez.

His pet saw the effects of the man’s blood course through her master. He was breathing, a lustful panting rising and falling with his chest. He undid his trousers, and revealed a swollen manhood, still growing with passionate intent.

His powers always grew stronger after a feeding, and his unnatural grace turned to preternatural speed. He was on her, like a beast, no, like a man. He floated them to a nearby mirrored wardrobe. She was pressed against it as his hands ran down her body, eliciting goosebumps and shivers of anticipation. She loved it when her master became overwhelmed with desire for her body. He pressed his lips to hers, and eagerly parted them with his tongue. Their mouths wrapped around each other, and she was made keenly aware that her master’s engorged cock rested on the locked entrance to her needy hole. He started to undo the lock.

“Thank you master, thank you.” she whimpered, she felt so happy she could cry. She started to undo the buttons of his shirt, exposing his strong chest, caressing the strong muscles of his chest. His cock was now resting on her exposed slit. He moved his hips, teasing her wanting entrance with the whole of his length. “Please master, please, I’ve been a good girl tonight, fuck me, please.” her hands were on his chiseled jaw, her eyes staring into his, begging to feel him inside her.

He brought his head to her wet yearning entrance, moaning as he began to spread her open, the first moments of pleasure sending electric waves up his undead body. She brought his face down to kiss her as he filled her up, the mortal blood coursing through his body had turned him into a furnace. He was so warm, so hot inside her, he was a demon, taking her to heaven.

“Thank you master, thank you.” she squealed, feeling him begin to move inside her. “Oh thank you!” she held on to his broad shoulders while he held her by legs. He was thrusting into her, rolling his head back in ecstasy as her body clung to him.

“Master…” she said. “I’m…”

Cortez already knew, he could hear her heart pounding, feel her body readying itself to reward her for her diligent servitude.

With a carnal grunt her master pulled her close and off the wardrobe, turning her body and bending her over the wardrobe to fuck her from behind. He pulled her hair, and caressed her back, resting a hand on her hips as he pounded her. The the hard pounding of their bodies creating a rhythmic slapping. “Yes master! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she yelled, a desire to call out to the world that her body was being filled with sweetest pleasure. “yes, thank you, thank you…” she whimpered.

In the mirror she could see his reaction to her body as he fucked her. He closed his eyes, rolled his head back, and brought his thrusts to a pique, slowing when her body began to grip him tightly, squeezing his cum out of him to fill her insides. Her master moaned when he finished, panting, covered in glistening sweat.

He wrapped his arms around her, tenderly kissing her neck once again, sending that same shiver of anticipation. She could feel the mortal blood loosening its effect on him as his body cooled. The man disappeared, and the vampire returned.

When it seemed he had caught his breath, his chest ceased to rise and fall. He started to pull up his trousers, and button his shirt. The cold demeanor of a monster returned completely.

“Take care of him.” he said nodding toward the body.

“Of course master.” she said, still naked. Her clothes were scattered in the hallway outside.

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The next morning, a very lucky intern was called into the CEO’s office.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10n78zc/the_vampires_retainer