Bloody Ambitions (Eornostlice and Zombie) [18+]

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Zombie's character:

 

 

 

 

Name: Valentine Quinzie

Personality: Cold and merciless. Earning his affection is hard, though there have been a few that have gotten it in the past. He loves causing ruckus and general mayhem, especially when it involves violence between others. Having lived for a several hundreds of years, Valentine has his bloodlust under control for the most part, but hunting is a part of his life he would never want to give up. That, and sex. For him those are the two main things for life to be enjoyable. Back when he was still a human, his life was just below average, so now he tends to hoard his riches and only agrees to having the best of the best. That includes his mansion, his clothes, his servants and even his sex slaves, which he keeps changing, simply because he never finds himself truly satisfied with anything.

 

 

He'd killed another one of his pets. Valentine let out a quiet sigh into his hand as he leaned against the car window, looking at the buildings and parks they passed. Nothing could satisfy him anymore. The pets he got were either all too obedient and therefore boring, or too hard to break - soon getting annoying as well. He had yet to find the perfect, golden middle. Someone who was obedient, but with some fighting spirit left in him. It was no fun when all of his orders were taken without any hesitation whatsoever. The vampire looked over at his driver, scoffing at him slightly. He had a plan for his new pet. He'd take several at once, then weed them out until he got the best. That seemed like the best plan.

 

Soon enough, the car pulled into a dark garage. Valentine stepped out of the black limousine, wiping off his expensive coat before stepping towards the guard. "This way, sir." The vampire didn't even have to look where the man was pointing to. He'd been here more times than he could count. They made way throughout the cells, where Valentine took his time examining whatever creature that caught his eye. He stopped entirely by a cage of a werewolf. "Oh... This is an uncommon treat. Get this one ready for me." He ordered while his lips parted to show off his pearly white fangs. Finding a pure blood werewolf in these kinds of institutions was hard, but once he did, he never refused the chance to add one to his collection. After all, vampires and werewolves have been enemies since the beginning of days.

 

Valentine picked out thirteen pets for himself. All of them had to be tied up and brought to his car. He paid the owner a hefty sum of money, refusing any further help and walked back to his car. "I want you all to get down on your knees and crawl into the car. One by one. And, please... Don't cause a scene. I'm not in the mood for feeding just yet. Once you're in the car, you're to stay on your knees, throughout the whole ride. Don't dirty anything." The vampire ordered in a strict manner, his eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms and watched his new pets. If there would be anyone who disobeyed, their whole group would learn quickly to not make that mistake again.

[Guest Eornostlice]

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Neund Zir

Personality: Hot blooded and ambitious, with both a soft heart and the conflicting tendency of trusting and relying on no one else but himself. His hatred for the blood sucking creatures runs deep, being etched into his very bones. He does not wield easily, his pride not allowing him to endure humiliation unless part of a greater goal, case in which he would just grit his teeth and continue. He often forgets to think things through unless it's a life and death situation in combat, being driven by nothing else but passion. He fails to let go of any goal he sets for himself, no matter the level of difficulty.

 

 

 

 

 

The werewolf stayed quiet in his cage, refusing to even look at whoever came to look at him, but feeling a smell that he hated but was all too familiar with.He grit his teeth but did not react in any way. How he came to be stuck in such place was no brain-teaser. He lost. They all lost. He was one of the few survivors that were captured after a skirnish with the blood sucking monsters and kept to be sold, most likely to entertain some sick bastard that had too much money and too little love for life.

 

The only reason why he kept his eyes closed was because whenever he opened them, he'd see nothing but red, his killing intent raising.

 

He had just been bought. He could easily tell that the foul-smelling creature, a blood sucker, reffered to him when talking. Surely, a pure breed werewolf was meant to get some attention but not in his wildest dreams did he think his "master" was going to be a filthy vampire. A small smile appeared on his lips. The Heavens did not seem to have abandoned him just yet, his freedom in the hands of one of his favorite species to hunt.

 

He allowed himself to be tied up more than he already was obediently, not even letting out a growl despite his annoyment. He controlled his breathing, finally opening his bright eyes.

 

Neund was not the only one that bad been bought. This gave him an overall bad feeling but he did not overthink. The orders his new "master" gave were clear. Kneel? He could not help himself but throw a dirty look towards the vampire- the first look he actually spared for the man, his brows furrowing in displeasure. He did not glance at any of the other creatures next to him, closing his eyes once more he dropped on his knees and crawled, being one of the first that got inside the car.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine observed as his pets followed his order, licking his lips as he watched every single one of them get in the car... Except for one idiot. He'd taken five humans, the others were of other species - he'd have four humans now. "This isn't a smart thing to do." The vampire commented, his fangs shining as he grinned at the lone human, standing with his arms crossed.

 

"I'll obey the likes of you when hell freezes over." The human replied. He seemed to have wanted to say something else, but in just a moment he was choking on his own blood, for the rest of the slaves to see. "Guess Hell's frozen over. Time to pay some friends a visit." He chuckled to himself, tossing the body to the ground before licking his bloody lips. "You." He snapped his fingers, motioning at Neund. "Bring him to the trunk of the car. Hurry up." The vampire ordered, standing back to watch the werewolf with a small smirk playing on his face. He already knew who his favorites were. The werewolf was one of them. There was a wood elf of similar character, perhaps a bit more feisty, a human, surprisingly, and a gorgeous fairy. The others, if they wouldn't prove they were worthy of being his single pet, would be killed fairly quickly. He had a whole set of tests ready for them all.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The sight of a vampire sucking a body dry was nothing that could be considered new to the werewolf. He actually did make sure to look at the show that his "master" was putting on to explain what was to happen to anyone that disobeyed, mostly because he wished to understand his character. The one brave idiot that chose death over submission was not someone he'd put in his eyes. What point is there in having a big mouth if you have no strength to back it up? That was common sense, yet it seemed that some lacked it.

 

He got himself up to the order, picking up the lifeless body with absolutely no feeling of repulsion and dumping it into the trunk, his eyes cold and glaring daggers as he fixated his gaze on the man's smirk. He had to breath slowly in order to keep himself calm, his instincts fully focused on the blood sucking creature. After fullfilling the task, he did not move another step, just stared.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine observed his little wolf complete the order without any hesitation. Oh, he definitely liked this one. "Good boy." He praised him with a mocking undertone in his voice. He didn't even go back to the car before being ordered to... He really was a smart one, careful about all of his actions. He wouldn't mess up. Valentine honestly wanted to make him mess up now, just so he could punish him properly, break that wild spirit of his a bit. He was sure it would come.

 

"On your knees again, dog." Valentine purposely spat out the word dog, to make it clear that he was looking down on Neund. He was just an animal for him, an animal he could fuck. "Get back into the car. I suppose I should make the first rule clear. You are not to stand on your feet unless the order calls for it. You crawl everywhere on your fours. If you disobey, you will be punished. Keep in mind, that eleven more of you will die at some point... You should be on your best behavior if you want to stay alive, sluts." Valentine offered a charming, yet still bloody smile at the pets that he'd bought. Once everything was taken care of, the car ride started. They pulled up in yet another dark garage, this time in a big, luxurious mansion. The vampire stepped out of the car, his heels clacking against the stone. When the driver opened the door, he looked over the slaves, one hand placed on his hip. "Get out of the car and bend over as much as you can. I want to see what I have to work with here."

[Guest Eornostlice]

Neund found himself gritting his teeth yet again, clenching them so hard they could have gotten broken under the pressure. Dog? He had been reduced to a dog? He was overflowing with bloodlust, just wishing to sink his claws into the arrogant blood sucker's neck. Yet he did not. He dropped to his knees, crawling back into the car with the others.

 

As the car started, the wolf managed to calm himself down, closing his eyes until the engine stopped.

 

Unsurprisingly, the next order was as unreasonable as expected, making Neund let out a little growl of displeasure. Bend over? Work with? Great. His "master" was a pervert, not just a psychotic blood sucker. Yet again he had no choice but clench his teeth and do as told, feeling absolutely humiliated.

 

Yet he was not stupid enough to do anything rash. The right time would come and it definitely was not now.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine was adoring the new wolf he'd gotten for himself. Neund was just feisty enough to be the most interesting purchase yet. He couldn't help the soft chuckle that passed his thin lips at the growl that came from the said dog. It seemed that he only barked and didn't bite, however... Smart dog. Once all of his pets were lined up as they were told, Valentine slowly went over them, leaving Neund for last. He didn't hesitate to grope, pet or squeeze the asses that were presented to him, letting out a soft hum if he found something he liked especially. Finally reaching Neund, he placed his hands over his ass, slowly running down to his hips, forcing his legs further apart immediately after. "Experience?" He asked bluntly, rubbing his fingers against his hole, then trailed down to his balls, squeezing them slightly. It was obvious that he was paying more attention to Neund than to the others. It was bound to create some jealousy among them.

 

Valentine pulled back, delivering a light smack over his right asscheek, grinning to himself at the light jiggle that followed the hit. "I hope you can behave without a muzzle." He spoke, lightly caressing his ass once more before turning away. "On your knees, through that door. You, dog, stick by me. The rest will be shown to your temporary living space." He ordered, looking down at Neund with a sadistic smile crossing his face. He'd test his pets out one by one, but no matter what, he'd always push Neund a bit further than the others.

[Guest Eornostlice]

If he as displeased until this point, Neund was filled with hatred now. He was not sure how, or WHY, but he seemed to have piqued the pervert's interest. He tensed up as he was shamellesly touched all over, felt up as if he were nothing but a toy. It felt disgusting. That was the only appropiate word. Adding insult to injury, this was his first time being touched intimately, something that made the wolf lower his head in frustration. He did not need to answer the question. It was obvious.

 

Having his ass slapped, he was shaking a little. Just wished for it to end fast. To his relief, despite the annoying way the order was put, the earluer inspection was over and he simply crawled out, not uttering a word even tho he'd have many. It was over for now? True. But the fact that he was the only one to be "kept by his master's side" did not give him any good feeling. Whatever the filthy creature was planning, he was not going to like it one bit.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine's mood was getting better and better. While he did prefer experienced pets over completely green ones, he could let it slip when it came to Neund. Watching him crawl away, the vampire stepped closer once they were inside the mansion, harshly pressing his foot onto his back, pinning him down onto the floor. "Now where do you think you're going, dog?" He asked coldly, digging the heel of his shoe into his flesh, slowly rubbing it against him. "So, you have no experience whatsoever. That's a shame. I guess for starters I'll see how long can you take in general." He mused, moving his foot off of the other's body.

 

"Get back on your knees, and follow me." He ordered, beginning to walk towards the living room. The maids and butlers that were around bowed politely to Valentine, but stayed where they were. The two of them were going to have an audience. "Bend over that couch. Spread your legs." He spoke to Neund, holding out his hand to receive a bottle of lube from one of the maids. The vampire unscrewed the cap, looking over at the wolf with a smirk on his face. "If you hold in your voice, I'll get angry. I'm sure you don't want to see me angry. I'll fuck you once, then you'll suck me off, and I'll leave you with a toy for the rest of the evening. I'll know if you take it out, so don't." The vampire explained everything calmly, pouring some lube on his fingers.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The wold let out a hurt little breath as he was violently pinned down, not even trying to resist. If he had hoped to get his way out of it by pretending to mistunderstand the order, those hopes curled up and died by now. He let out a soft sigh-like breath. Up until now he said nothing and would have prefered keeping it that way, but of course the pervert would not like it. He was half-expecting that anyway.

 

Somewhat resigned, he followed, glancing at the people they were passing, the bad feeling intensifying so much he had goosebumps on his arms. The wolf did as told this time around, spreading his legs for his "master" to see everything and hearing out his plans without flinching. How unsurprising. His bad feeling was accurate.

 

"Disgusting." He spoke just one word, his claws digging into his own palms as he clenched his fists. He was not going to escape this and he was actually going to show his every reaction to the filthy being. He gave up on even trying. If his master wanted to fuck him and use him, fine, but if he expected him to pretend he was enjoying it in any hope of it ending fast? It was not going to happen.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine raised a brow when he heard his pet speak - a single word, but speaking nonetheless. "Ah, it speaks." He laughed coldly, raising his un-lubed hand to deliver a hard smack over his ass. After that followed another, then another. The vampire ran his fingers up his back, stopping by his neck. "Next time you speak, you better add Master to your sentence." He whispered, pressing his fingers against his hole, forcing his way in with two of them. He had no intentions of being gentle whatsoever. This was a slave, after all. They were made to give him pleasure. It was only their luck that he preferred to have them stretched a bit before he fucked them.

 

Valentine's hand squeezed around Neund's neck, just enough to add a little more adrenaline to the situation as he thrust his fingers in and out of his body, grunting in satisfaction at the tightness that he felt. "Don't forget your place, dog." He murmured just before roughly shoving in a third finger, thrusting them all in and out of his body. The blond was loving it. He couldn't wait to break this strong spirit and make it into a desperate whore. Then again... That kind of thing would get boring. Perhaps he'd get lucky and make Neund into a whore with an attitude. He'd never succeeded before, but perhaps this would finally be it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Neund could not help but moan in pain as his hole was stretched out with no care or warning, the burning uncomfortable feeling being something he did not experience before. His fists unclenched only for him to dig his nails into the couch, the sensation making it hard for him to stay relaxed, even tho he was aware he was supposed to.

 

A third finger was added and he teared up. "Guh-" a groan escaping his lips. The fucker was not even TRYING to be gentle in the least and he could do nothing but endure. He was whimpering. But that would not be his style.

 

"Gh- You are absolutely disgusting, MASTER." He mocked the filthy vampire's words from moments ago, the pain easily heard in his voice.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine laughed as his pet spoke up again. "Think about the choice of your words, slut. Do you forget who decides whether you get any food, water or sleep?" He mocked, forcing in the fourth finger, pushing them in to their knuckles. "You'll get nothing until tomorrow morning. Then you'll have a chance to prove yourself, or you'll endure twenty-four hours of fucking, with no rest or food, or even water." He spoke, getting excited just thinking about it. He had a really great machine he loved using for punishments like this. It would shove a thick, barbed dildo into a slave over and over again without stop. Of course, the punished would be tied up for safety.

 

Valentine pulled his fingers out, unbuttoning his pants to pull his cock out. "You finally start your journey towards becoming a top-notch slut. You should be excited." He laughed, moving his hands on Neund's hips, squeezing them tightly before slamming right into him. The vampire didn't give Neund a single moment to get used to the size of his cock - instead, he went straight to fucking his brains out. This wasn't about making his dog happy. He didn't give a shit about him yet. He just wanted to fuck and be happy himself... And at the moment, he most certainly was that way.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The wolf was more than aware that he was playing with his own fate and knew that he had reacted badly due to his anger. He had to learn how to supress it or he would be in for a life of torture, or perhaps not even that, signing himself up for death He only had to endure for now, and he would have to search for the right moment to return the favor. That was what he just had to tell himself.

 

When a fourth finger was added, he hissed. The pain was nearly too much. But he managed not to make any sort of sound other than soft hurt noises. He ignored his "master's" taunting words and just tried to relax. But of course the damned disgusting creature had other plans for him. The fingers were gone just for a moment and without any warning or hesistation, he was broken into, only to be mercilessly fucked.

 

"Guh-ah!" he moaned in pain at the terrible feeling, unable to hold his tears or voice back, his limbs shivering as if he was cold. It hurt. It hurt so bad. He was tensed up and unable to relax, sqeezing his master's cock unwillingly, burrying his face into the couch. If that did not make him sore and bleed, then nothing was going to.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine raised his hand, hitting Neund's ass roughly. "Scream for your Master, slut." He hissed out, roughly slamming into him, barely brushing against his prostate. He didn't really want to make him feel too much pleasure yet... He didn't earn it. Perhaps if Neund actually let out the right noises and called him Master without the word disgusting in the sentence, he would be fucked properly. Now, sadly... It was simply his fate to be fucked mercilessly without that much pleasure in it. He'd still make him cum, though. If not himself, then the toy would.

 

"I'm not a big fan of virgins, dog... I'll have you be with a toy in you at all times to properly stretch you out... Soon you won't be able to hold your shit in. Imagine that." He laughed cruelly, slamming in deeper a couple of times, aiming straight to his prostate before going back to the thrusts that didn't quite reach it. Instead, he began spanking the other with the intention of making his ass bruise. He loved seeing bruises on his pets. They showed that they belonged to him. He loved that.

 

Valentine's hand landed on Neund's ass for one last time before gripping the hot flesh, squeezing it harshly. "I love your body." He groaned out, pulling out of him only to flip the other over. Looking at his face, the vampire licked his lips, his hand placed on his cock, pumping it slowly. "On your knees, dog. I want you to swallow my cum." He purred, waiting for Neund to comply. He always liked coming in his pet's mouth rather than their ass.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Neund's moans were of pain, he was unable to feel anything else. All until his "master" seemed to have purposedly brushed against something inside of him that made a jolt of pleasure run through him.

 

"A-ah!" a loud moan escaped his lips yet again, his breathing heavy as if he did not have enough air. As expected, the pleasure was a one time kind of deal and left behind was nothing but horrible pain. Or it should have been. The wolf made no attempt at holding his voice back then the feelings of pleasure mixed with that of pain once more. The vampire was cruel. He only gave Neund pleasure to take it away and let the pain fill his senses. His body was for the pervert's to play with, to hurt and to use. He could not even get angry at the words of humiliation that the blood-sucker had been saying with no pause.

 

As the man pulled out, Neund's breathing was absolutely ragged. If looks could kill, his new perverted master would have died several times over by now.

 

Yet he complied. He got onto his knees, opening his mouth for the vampire, his tongue wantonly stuck out.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

His pet seemed to have liked the taste of pleasure that Valentine was nice enough to grant him. The pain-filled moans weren't all that nice to listen to all the time... He'd make sure the toy was in the whole way to his prostate afterwards. He'd be nice enough to do it for Neund, at least. Watching the werewolf get on his knees before him, Valentine licked his lips, his cock throbbing at how willing to take his cock the dog seemed.

 

"You're way cuter when you're a slut." He commented, roughly gripping his hair before shoving his cock in the whole way, keeping Neund oxygen-less for a couple of seconds before beginning to fuck his mouth as relentlessly as he did for his ass. Valentine's lips parted with a low moan, hips snapping forward one last time before he shot out his seed into Neund's mouth, roughly pulling on his hair. "Swallow it, dog. Then lick me clean." He ordered with a cruel smile on his face. He ran his fingers over the other's hair, gripping on it tightly once more. "And stay down, little slut. I'll let you feel good real soon now." If he didn't fuck something up, that is.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Neund did not even have enough time to gag, let alone any way to breath as his master's cock was shoved all the way to his throat, over and over. He shut his eyes, logic winning over the impulse to close his mouth and bite down, swallowing instead, forcing himself not to cough. His impulsiveness earlier had caused him plenty of trouble already, and he always took pride in his intelligence.

 

His ass was sore and his hair was pulled in such manner, it was not that he feared the filthy being, but rather there was no reason for him to make everything difficult for himself, at least not more than he already had.

 

As if enjoying some sort of treat, despite his body trembling due to supressed anger, the wolf licked his master's cock clean as told, not leaving one drop behind. He shut his mouth as soon as he was done, his eyes not looking any friendlier. He did not attempt to move, staying on his knees like a dog.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine bit on his lip slightly as he watched the other lick his cock clean. "Such a good boy..." He praised him, leaning down to lightly run a hand over his hair. "Come now, give me a kiss." The vampire grinned, leaning down to Neund, pressing their lips together into a possessive, rather rough kiss. He was very curious to see whether anyone else would be able to show such great character from his pets. The vampire pulled back, lightly gripping his jaw. "Since you behaved, you'll get a nice big toy in you for the rest of the night. I won't give you any food or water, however. To make sure you keep the toy in, I'll tie you up as well... You won't get any sleep, dog." Valentine grinned widely, leaving the other for a few moments, only to come back with a thick, ribbed vibrator in his hand.

 

"Spread your legs and lift your ass up." He ordered, slowly slicking the toy up with lube. "Don't forget that your life is at risk here. If I find you tomorrow without the toy, I can't promise you'll stay alive, no matter how much I like you." Valentine spoke sweetly, holding up the toy, now dripping with lube. He didn't like the screaming so much. Moans of pleasure were just so much nicer to hear. He was sure that Neund would be moaning all night long... Perhaps he should record it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The praises did not make him happy in the least. The kiss was nothing sort of enjoyable either but he did not put up any sort of resistance. His master was rough and cruel, and the kiss tasted exactly the same.

 

Gritting his teeth, he exposed his ass for the man -and everyone else in the room for that matter- to see, mentally preparing himself this time around. He felt completely humiliated but for better or worse, this time around the toy had been properly lubrified so there would be no more of that raw rubbing feeling that made his skin crawl and even without the warning, Neund had already decided that he had been mouthy enough for time being.

 

What he did discover despite being reckless and earning himself punishment was that words were punished but actions could lead to death. He would make good use of that in the future.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine smiled in satisfaction at how well Neund was behaving now. Truly a good dog. He would make a great pet after he was trained some more. His training was to start right now, of course. Why wait any longer? Valentine leaned down, letting out a soft hum as he used one hand to spread Neund's asscheeks, with the other roughly shoving the toy in until it was fully inside. The vampire moved it a little bit until he was sure that it was pressed against Neund's prostate, and turned it on to the highest setting. "You may cum all you want, but... Clean it up when you do. You have to lick everything clean." He grinned widely to himself, lightly nudging the werewolf with his foot.

 

"Escort him to the cell. I hope you do well, dog." Valentine let out a low, dark chuckle while Neund was led away. One by one, other pets were called to go to Valentine. Some came back the same as Neund, with a toy inside, others didn't come back at all. They could only guess what had happened to them. When dinner time came, all of the pets were given a small bowl of soup and a piece of bread - except for Neund. As promised, he would be starved until the morning.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Due to the fact that he had braced himself for it this time around, the insertion of the toy, despite being rough, did not feel as horrible as being fucked. It ended up touching that same spot as earlier, which seemed to be rubbing him oddly, making his entire body feel tingly.

 

Only after being escorted to the cell did Neund settle down, curling up on the floor in the farthest corner and trying to ignore the constantly vibrating toy. It did not help that he got a "roommate", a human whose eyes reflected anything but good intentions. On the bright side, the human did not seem to be in a much better condition, suffering a similar form of torture. The wolf only growled, clear warning that he did not want to be disturbed.

 

He found that relaxing was harder and harder, and not because of the lack of dinner. His entire body was growing hot and breathing in seemed difficult, yet he could not risk himself by taking out the toy.

 

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, finally giving up on resisting, his hand actually reaching down to his already hard cock. Neund gritted his teeth, not caring in the least about the watching human as he stroked himself slowly.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine got through the rest of his picks fairly quickly. After using the last one - and discarding the dead body after ordering to suck the blood out of him for later use - the vampire went off to see how his pets were doing. One could only imagine his surprise when he was greeted by the sight of his dog pleasuring himself. "Did I allow you to do this?" He asked coldly, a dangerous, angry glint in his eyes.

 

Valentine reached over for Neund, roughly yanking him up by his hair. "I didn't realize you were this big of a slut. I suppose you should get special treatment, then. You seem to be craving for that." He hissed out, pulling him up just by his hair, only a couple of inches above the ground before suddenly slamming him down to the ground. The vampire walked off, but didn't take long at all to return back to his pet. He was carrying another vibrator, rope, cock ring and a muzzle. The muzzle went on first, pressing into Neund's flesh far too hard to be even remotely comfortable. Following after was the cock ring, squeezing harshly around the werewolf's erect cock. Valentine didn't waste anyone's time by stretching, and mercilessly shoved the second vibrator alongside the first, paying no attention to whether he'd torn the other's anus or not. He didn't care. Lastly, the ropes were tied around Neund's wrists and ankles, which were both connected to make sure he was kept in the most uncomfortable position possible. Like that, Valentine tossed him down onto the ground, delivering a hard kick to his side.

 

"Now tomorrow you'll have your chance to be a slut for me. You better do well, or you'll end up dead. Like did the four of you tonight." The last sentence he announced loudly for everyone before walking out, closing the door behind him. Complete silence took place.

[Guest Eornostlice]

It was not like he had been told NOT TO. That was exactly what went through the wolf's head as the vampire seemed to be going red with anger. Of course it was not his right to complain. He'd be making it worse. Probably much more so. It was not like he couldn't endure some rough handling. So he did not make any kind of sound as he was abused, but his skin broke into goosebumps as his "master" left. Something told him it was far from over and a bad feeling appeared in the pit of his stomach.

 

And unsurprinsingly the feeling came true moments later.

 

The wolf did not even attept resisting as he let the filthy creature have his way. What crossed his mind after glancing at the objects he was hokding was that he would have been able to slice the ropes with ease. He had claws. And chewing on the muzzle was also perhaps doable. Yet his chances of escape were minimal right now as he did not know anything about his surroundings and he did not doubt he would be killed once caught.

 

Waves of nothing but pain washed over his body as the second vibrator basically split him apart, his every muscle going completely numb yet he made no sound, even though the sudden pain nearly had him pass out, pure stubborness keeping him awake. He did not glare at his master as the ropes were tied in the most uncomfortable position. He closed his eyes instead, listening to the warnings he received, imagining ten times over the scene in which he would sink his claws into the vampire's neck, showing no mercy.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Valentine didn't contact his pets in any way until late morning of the next day. One by one, he called his pets to come - some came back, others didn't, and the number quickly got down to six. It was funny how quickly people proved to be worthless, or simply not good enough for him. He'd allowed Neund some mistakes simply because he truly, genuinely wanted to have a pet werewolf. He looked down upon those dogs more than anything else. Even bugs were worth more than those creatures - so what better way to enjoy that than having one of his own to fuck and play with whenever he wanted? If Neund continued to misbehave, he could be kept starving for weeks and then abused until he decided to play a good puppy and roll over when told to do so.

 

At last, Neund was carried to Valentine's bedroom, where he sat on the bed, completely naked by now. Like this, the bitemarks on the side of his neck were visible rather well. Although they were just a little bit paler than his white skin, they seemed to stand out - and he didn't like hiding them too much. "Untie him." The vampire ordered strictly. The ropes he'd tied Neund with had bits of steel infused, so they would have been impossible to break or tear. The muzzle was pure steel, with only the straps being leather.

 

"Have you learned your lesson yet, dog?" Valentine asked cruelly, tilting his head to the side. "I'm sure you're hungry and thirsty by now. You can take off your muzzle, then come here and suck me off. That'll be your breakfast." The vampire announced, a smirk stretching out across his face. Every other pet got a couple of sandwiches and water for breakfast, along with the semen. Neund had to step up his game.