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Veloport is a bustling city-state on the top of a mountain in the deep centre of the northern continent. It relies primarily on mining and trade to survive because at the base of the mountain is a thick, rocky forest that is too dense and too hard for agricultural use. They must import most of their food, while exporting ores, gems, metals and mechanics. While not on a major trade route, airships and zeppelins can be seen traveling through the skies at all times of day. Air is the primary way to get goods in and out of Veloport. The people must be resourceful and industrious because they are so far away from any other nation. Nothing is left to waste. Luckily, this distant land is too isolated to be worth attacking or conquering. It likes to maintain its neutrality when it comes to wars and foreign affairs. It is not even a part of the Intercontinental Railway Network. It has a rail system that leads out of the city to the nearest capital but it is just a small offshoot. Only those too poor to use airships use the trains because it is such a long, slow and arduous journey. There is a privately owned and managed postal system that works nationally and internationally. Items the size of two fists or less are sent by tube and larger, fragile or more precious items are taken to the post offices and delivered in person. Inter-district mail is sent to the national distribution centre before being sent to district post offices and international mail is sent to the international distribution centre to be sent via train or airship.

 

 

 

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GOVERNMENT

Veloport has existed for approximately 350 years since it was first colonised. It has existed as a modern city with all nine districts for approximately 300 years. It was 217 years ago that it gained its independence from the kingdom of Covestead to the west.

 

As a developing nation, Veloport has no true leader. It is run by the rich and powerful - those with money, big businesses and social power. In this regard, it can be considered a corporatocracy or plutocracy. The leaders in business come together to form an Upper House who decide the laws, trade agreements with other countries and that sort of thing. The Lower House is made up of the guild leaders, such as the Miner's Guild (made up of those who extract substances from the earth), the Printer's Guild (those who print books, newspapers, posters and fliers), and the Labourers' Guild (general workers union for those who do not come under any speciality). Any new laws, bills or restrictions must be agreed upon by both houses before they can be enforced.

 

A guild is made up of many little people coming together to form a larger voice. Anyone can create a guild, provided they have at least ten members, can justify their existence and fill out the required paperwork. Being part of a guild is not compulsory but it is recommended. Guilds fight for people's rights and make sure businesses, the government and the law are doing the right thing by their members. There is one chairman for each guild who sits in the Lower House, along with a secretary and a treasurer. The Lower House is there to make sure the Upper House doesn't abuse the rights of workers or turn the government into a brutal draconian regime.

 

Little do people know, the Jewellers' Guild (made up of those who work on jewels and precious stones) is controlled by vampires and the Metallurgy Guild (made up of refined and unrefined metals) is controlled by werewolves. The two often clash over the definition of ores and stones and they fight for dominance over the Miners' Guild. Currently gold and silver are under the jurisdiction of the Jewellers' Guild but in the past it has been under the Metallurgy Guild.

 

The Upper House runs the various government departments. Every four years (unless someone is deemed unfit to stand) there is a discussion and vote as to who should be minister of what department. The minister in charge of each government department chooses their team to oversee that department. As well as ministers, there is a treasurer who takes care of the city-state's finances and a speaker who keeps the Upper House in order but has no voting power. Government departments include but are not limited to education, law enforcement, business, international trade and affairs, transport, defence, health, human services and facilities. It is the Upper House that decides where Veloport's money is spent and where the government's attention should be pointed. They must hear all demands of the Lower House and discuss them before voting on an outcome.

 

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RELIGION

The predominant religion is the Way of the Divine Trio, which can be broken down into several denominations. The different religions all disagree on how many gods there are and whether there are even gods but there is no animosity between them. What is written here is the truth rather than what different religions and denominations believe.

 

The Divine Trio is made up of the God, the Goddess and the Creator. The Creator created the planet, the heavens and the two other gods. They are the primordial god and have no gender. They can appear as whatever gender they choose, whatever age they choose and whatever ethnicity they choose but they always have a third eye on their forehead. The Goddess is Mother Nature. She controls the natural world. She is often depicted as pale with raven hair and can shapeshift into black animals. The God is the Father of Invention. He controls the civilised world (humanity). He has a deep, golden tan and matching hair. He carries a golden crossbow with which he fires inspiration at people.

 

The gods tend to take a more universal approach to their role. They do not meddle in individual affairs and answer single prayers unless it is important to the planet as a whole. They take care of the bigger picture. Occasionally, however, they do favour one or two people. They might take an interest in one person for a time or like what they see before moving on. Perhaps the person has a profound destiny or some higher calling. The gods can see all this. They can see all of fate's possibilities and what events leads to those fates. They exert their will, pushing and nudging the strings of fate as they choose. It is not up to mortals to decide what they can and cannot do.

 

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LAWS

The laws pertaining to witchcraft are fairly lenient and open to interpretation. Any magic that controls a person's will, does grievous bodily harm, bring back the dead or kills a person is illegal. These types of magic are considered "dark magic" and are extremely hard to find. Controlling a person's will includes spells and potions that make a person all in love or devote themselves to a person. It is considered acceptable to make a person more attractive or lucky in love though.

 

Slavery is illegal in Veloport. There is no need for slavery when people from District Eight and Nine will do almost anything for food, money and drugs. It is illegal to take advantage of people by not giving them a minimum wage for their work and putting them on the books for tax purposes but it does happen unofficially. There are ring fights set up in the lower two districts that pit drug abusers against one another, where the winner gets a hit of drugs or even enough to last them until their next match. Any slave who comes from another country can apply for refugee status and be given a place in a halfway house so they can set up their new life. Slaves who become refugees cannot be extradited or reclaimed by their former masters.

 

Drugs are socially acceptable, so long as the person using them remains a functioning member of society. It is not considered the fault of the drug but the weakness of the individual if a person abuses (as opposed to uses) drugs, becomes addicted or creates a nuisance. Abusing drugs is seen as a one-way ticket to District Nine. There are limits to how much a citizens can buy, own and have on them at any time. The drug trade is restricted and suppliers must apply for permits to buy, sell, import or own varying quantities of recreational drugs. Drugs are big business and the government wants a bit of that pie. The list of contraband drugs entails only those drugs that cause violence, chaos or extreme disorderly behaviour. The main types of drugs are opium derivatives, cocaine derivatives, alcohol, tobacco, marijuana derivatives and snuff. Snuff is a white or yellow powder that causes euphoria and potentially mania if it is overdosed on. It is inhaled through the nostrils and is very addictive. If taken regularly, a person may become dependant on it to feel any sensation of happiness at all so people need to take more to get the same effect. Withdrawal effects are debilitating.

 

It is illegal to have sex with someone under the influence of any mind-alerting drug, as they are seen as not having the capacity to consent. Date rape drugs, potions and spells are illegal. It is illegal to coerce, blackmail or charm a person into sex. For this reason, underground sex clubs are illegal too. Prostitutes in brothels must be disease free, paid a minimum wage and free of all mind-altering drugs. The law is very strict about this.

 

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LOCATIONS

The city of Veloport is divided into nine districts, based on social class and use. Each district has its own marketplace, post office and an array of shops suited to that socio-economic class. Throughout the city there is a large cable network that can survive the steep inclines between districts. People can make their way on the public carriages or hire out private carriages for special occasions. There are also landing platforms for smaller air vessels dotted throughout the entire city-state.

 

The highest ranking district is District One, where the elite upper class resides. It is where the Upper and Lower Houses meet to discuss political affairs and it also contains the state library, a museum, art gallery and the Couture Park (an ornamental and sensual set of gardens that is invitation only). The university is a large multi-storey building located near the library. The second largest park, Morkatta Estate, holds a series of large walk-through aviaries of exotic birds for the upper classes to look at.

 

District Two is the home of lower upper class residences. This is where rich businessmen live in their elite mansions. It has lovely greens and open spaces, though not as many as District One. It contains the luxury terminal, which is for small and private airships only. It also has the highest ranking of the religious society, such as monasteries, temples and abbeys. The banks have their headquarters in this district too. It proudly proclaims the biggest and most trusted private hospital in the city as well as the Rutherford Opera House. It is also secretly the location of the Vampiric Court.

 

District Three is where the upper middle class resides, such as successful business owners and old money. They are people who still have to work for their money and play and active role in their business to keep it afloat. This is where most artisans and craft businesses are located. It also contains the international terminal, which is primarily for cruise and passenger ships. Near the terminal there is a large, whimsical and wild garden with many herbs and useful species of plants. The gardens may look overgrown but they're actually kept in perfect balance with nature. The Way of the Divine Trio holds a public library here. Most of the high-end, privately owned trade colleges operate in this area. There are many escort and demimondaine services in this area along with higher class brothels. It is little known that this is where the Coven of the Evening Star make their headquarters.

 

The guild halls are located in District Four. This is a place of barter and trade. It houses the biggest supermarkets in the city with wares for all levels of society. This is where much of the city's negotiation takes place. Most of the town's charities' headquarters are situated in this district. There are plenty of cafes and places to meet along with many of the largest function halls in the city. It is the location of the grand gates to the city and the penultimate destination of the railway line. District Four is where the city's only Courthouse resides. Nobody lives in this district.

 

District Five is where most of the factories, warehouses, scientific laboratories, workshops and industrial sites are located. It is the location for the more elite cargo docks so they don't have to transport goods from District Eight. It is where most of the printing presses and publishers are located. It holds the final train station along with the national and international postal distribution centres. Most of the werewolf clans have a base here. It contains no luxury areas, such as gardens. It is all work and no play. Nobody lives in this district.

 

District Six is where the lower middle class citizens live. They usually work in the mansions, parks and facilities in districts one through three. These people have enough to live off plus more for luxuries. There are many religious groups in this area that invite all to attend. This is the district with the largest number of trade colleges and schools. Many of the charities actively seek donations in this area.

 

District Seven is where the working class people live. They have fixed jobs and a steady income to meet their needs. Most of them work in the factories, industrial sites or the mines. It is also home to the biggest public hospital in the city. There are many halfway houses that are run by charities for those lucky enough to be accepted.

 

District Eight is the penultimate district. It is where the lower class reside. It has factories (such as textiles and fabrics) that are too poor to be built in District Five. Any factory that causes too much smog is forced to remain in this area. The smelter is here too. It has an orphanage, convent and the main cargo docks. People who live in this district will do whatever work is thrown at them. There are also several brothels here for this reason. There is a police station and fire station here but they are not as grand as those of the other districts.

 

District Nine is the lowest of the districts. It started out as the main entrance to the mines but eventually the very poorest of people started to build ramshackle houses around it. The place is very, very dirty and law enforcement turns a blind eye to their goings on unless it affects the higher districts. Very few people in this district have a regular income. They are the lowest of the low and live in desperate poverty. There is no police station or fire station here.

 

The mines are obviously inside the mountain. The main entrance to the mines is located in District Nine but there are smaller entrances to city areas at all levels. Mine workers make up 40% of the Veloport's population and almost anyone can get a job there. All three prisons (low, medium and high security) are housed in the mines. There are prison and work camps based from the medium and low security prisons. There are suggestions to extend the city underground to make a District Ten but no solid plans.

 

The forest surrounding the mountain is rocky and dense. It goes on for many, many kilometres in every direction. A person could walk for days and not make it to the end. The one and only train line makes its winding way through the south-western side of the forest. The forest is where the Silver Fang clan holds its meetings, bonding sessions and retreats to at full moon.

 

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Name: Chester Sullivan O'Connor of the Crescent Moons

Species: Werewolf (alpha)

Occupation: Passenger airship pilot

Sexuality: Seme, top, pansexual

Age: 114

Height: 160cm

Likes: Domination, prostitutes, rape, violence, drug addict fights, District Nine, sluts, date rape drugs, humiliation, urination, anal to oral sex, begging, screaming, crying, nighttime, cum dumpsters, drug addicts, killing innocent animals, bloodplay, knifeplay, pain (giving), captivity, sensory deprivation, meat

Dislikes: Vampires, witches (though agrees they are useful), police, hot weather, other werewolves

 

Personality: Chester can pass as a normal human but the Crescent Moon Clan know there is something off about him. He has a distinctly vicious scent. He's an alpha but not the strongest alpha in the pack, so he is not the pack leader. There are often clashes of dominance in the pack, followed by alpha fights but he his not strong enough to beat the best of them. Instead of accepting defeat humbly, he grows bitter and turns on those less powerful than himself. Sometimes he needs to be put in line for snapping at packmates.

 

This alpha is a sadistic sons of a bitch. He loves haunting Districts Eight and Nine, looking for desperate people to lure into sex. It's not so much the sex he enjoys but the power he has over his victims. He'll completely wear them out before fucking them or wait until they are begging him to fuck them.

 

To his family and his normal social circle, Chester seems like a decent guy. He has a career, a steady job and even a girl he's courting. They all live at the far end of his commute to Fenn, Ailand so know nothing of what he does in Veloport. He's quite hesitant to have sex with his woman, however, for he fears his sadistic tendencies may show up and ruin his reputation.

 

Biography: Chester is from an exceptionally large family that make up almost a quarter of the small town of Belcairn to the south of Ailand's capital city, Fenn. He couldn't stand living in a small town, with small hopes and small people so as soon as he left as soon as he was sixteen. He got a small job as part of the crew on a passenger ship until he could afford to go to a trade college to learn to be a pilot. He spent all his inheritance on his education but it paid off. He had life by the balls.

 

Alas, one night when he was walking the streets of District Nine, looking for some pathetic whelp to entertain him until he left on his next voyage, he was tracked into hovel of a place. He'd been just about to cut off the cock of a sleeping man when a wolf came at him from behind. He turned and used the knife on the werewolf instead, stabbing it over and over until it backed off. He received several bloody wounds and was bitten in the process but he survived. A few days later he was contacted by a group of sinister looking bastards who said they were from the Crescent Moon Clan, whatever the fuck that was. They said the person who'd attacked him was a werewolf and that Chester too was now would now be turned at the next full moon. Chester called bullshit on them but true to their word, he turned a month later. He had no choice but to go back to them and join their clan.

 

 

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Name: Alexander Xavier Lindt

Species: Human

Occupation: Owner of the cable network

Sexuality: Dominant, top, homosexual

Age: 29

Height: 175cm

Likes: Younger men, whimpering, moaning, cock cages, orgasm denial, begging, sweaty bodies, aromatherapy, shopping, massage oils, amuse bouche, parties, opium, snuff, nipples, nipple play, cock worship, being top dog in a threesome or foursome, hair pulling, minor pain (giving), whips, flogging, money, bribes, fine foods, snacking, luxurious baths, pseudorape, sounding

Dislikes: Being told "no", taxes, investigations into corruption, demanding women, marriage proposals, anything below District Three, doorknockers, charity, preachers

 

Personality: Alexander is used to getting what he wants, whether by money or charm. He could have any woman he wanted but he's not interested. The thought of settling down gives him an almost visceral reaction. He dreads the thought of having to have sex with a woman and produce an heir.

 

Alexander is somewhat of a socialite. Being from the elite upper class, he can afford to spend most of his days in leisure and doing whatever he wants. It isn't commonly known that he is gay as he flirts with both men and women but it has been noticed that he likes them a lot younger than himself. He surrounds himself with beautiful younger men and spends money on them like water. There's a catch though - they have to be willing to let him to with them whatever he wants. Sometimes he chooses young men who aren't even gay, they're just desperate for money. He loves tormenting straight men and watching their walls crumble. His favourite part is the moment they completely submit to his will. He likes to think that he's good to them, that they leave sexually satisfied.

 

Biography: Being from District One, Alexander grew up wanting for nothing. He had a loving and stable family, servants to cater to his every whim and didn't have to do any hard labour as a child. The only possible complaint he could have was that his study workload was too heavy. He and his sister had a governess from a young age who put them through their paces, almost to the point of making them compete. Though he was not to inherit the family house and fortune, his mother did intend to bequeath him the cable network so he could support himself. It meant he had to be worthy for it and ready to take on the responsibility. It was a weight and an expectation he felt from a young age. If he could not prove himself, his older sister would get the cable network along with the house, fortune and possibly even their mother's seat in the Upper House.

 

Alexander did well in school though was not the top of any of his classes. Most of his teachers would comment on his charisma rather than his work ethic or intelligence. He never received any academic or sports awards but he did get a co-curricular award every year for his part in acting societies, poetry clubs, art competitions, chess clubs and debating teams. He was loved and welcome in all of them. These people were his socioeconomic and intellectual peers. He knew how to play their game and win.

 

Alas, or perhaps fortuitously, when Alexander was eighteen, his sister came down with a terrible illness. No doctor and no witch could cure it. Some said witchcraft was involved while others said it was divine punishment from the gods. After all, how could it be witchcraft if even witches didn't know what it was? Alexander watched on anxiously while his sister wasted away and eventually died. It was a sad occasion but it meant his inheritance was secure. He didn't think he'd have to worry about proving himself. He intended to live his life in leisure instead.

 

His family said it was out of grief that he turned to homosexual lovers but in truth he'd been homosexual all along. Normally very good at hiding his affairs, one of the men he'd bribed into sex and abused came out to the papers. It was a scandal! Suddenly everybody had something to say about him. He was a hot topic. Instead of hiding away in shame, however, Alexander seized the opportunity by the balls and hosted a coming out party with the intent of pushing out a homosexual agenda. He single-handedly made bisexuality the newest craze to hit Districts One and Two. The lower levels still frowned upon it but Alexander couldn't care less. He now had even more lovely men coming to him for counsel and experience.

 

It was only three years ago that Alexander's mother stepped down as the Minster for Transport. Alexander had finally proven himself with the cable network and was ready to take on something bigger. With the exchange in inheritance, Alexander became a member of the Upper House. He has yet to secure the Department of Transport as his own but he's still considered very young. He still has time to grow, learn and realise his ambitions.

 

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Name: Dietrich Merlo

 

Age: 31

 

Height: 170cm

 

Occupation: Low level priest of “The Way of the Divine Trio”. Director of the “Orphanage for the stray” located at District Eight.

 

Appearance: Long, hip-length blonde hair; ruby eyes; clean, handsome features; thin body; pale white skin.

 

Description: Dietrich Merlo was a low level priest of “The Way of the Divine Trio”. Not much was known of the man before he joined the priesthood, but he quickly gained the reputation as an eccentric figure in the church since he repeatedly forfeited his chance to rise up the hierarchy. Dietrich seemed completely devoted to help those most in need, especially the many children who lost their parents in the mines underground, and actually volunteered to work at the “Orphanage for the stray”, where usually priests who broke the rules would be sent there as penance. When he became the Director for said institution, he began to work feverishly to gain more funding and support for the place, going to District six and knocking on people’s doors, handing out fliers, stopping people in the streets, as well as going to District Four and talking to the charities who have their headquarters there. Generally being a nuisance in many people’s eyes.

 

But one cannot argue with results. Under his direction, the Orphanage received a full renovation, able provide more children with food and shelter, and even provided them some basic education. The Orphange had also extended its work to opening weekly soup kitchen for the poor and the homeless, making the “pilgrimage” of the poor coming from District 9 to the orphanage a common sight. This lead to his face being printed on the front page of the city news papers, and in terms lead to a steady stream of invitations to many high level Charity balls. Those who valued wealth and power thought of him as delusional; those who truly believed in the good of people thought of him as a respectable priest; and to the many orphans, the poor and the homeless who found themselves under his protection, thought of him as a saint.

 

 

 

 

 

But to the many victims who had their body and mind violated, he was their nightmare.

 

 

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Name: Dietrich Faust

 

Age: ???

 

Occupation: Dark Witch.

 

Description: Dietrich Faust was a powerful Witch specialized in dark magic, more specifically the ways to manipulate one’s mind. While many drugs or magic can influence someone’s mind temporarily, Dietrich was able to create long lasting, even irreversible effect on his victims. This was achieved by slowly eroding the victim’s perception of reality, letting them live their normal lives while his witchcraft slowly root itself into the victim’s body and mind, until Dietrich literally have them at his disposal. Dietrich especially enjoyed breaking those who have high social, political, economic status. It was partly due to his upbringing as an orphan before being discovered by the dark witches, so he harbored both hatred and jealousy towards the rich and powerful.

 

To turn this twisted hobby into a profession, Dietrich would offer his “service” to those the rich and the powerful when they need someone humiliated and destroyed, or even turned into a submissive plaything. Dietrich had made a reputation for himself in the kingdom he was born. However, when the chancellor employed him to turn the king into a puppet, king’s son discovered this plot and had that chancellor executed and put a price on his head. The dark witches who took him in also wanted him dead for drawing too much attention.

 

With little choice Dietrich had to escape the kingdom, and after years of wandering the world ended up in Veloport. After joining the Dark Witch Coven here he soon returned to his old ways. To his delight the market for breaking someone’s mind seemed even more prosperous in this city, as there were no shortage of rivalries here. Having learned his lesson from before, Dietrich was much more cautious with his work, even created a front by changing his last name and joining the church, which turned out to be very beneficial as he could attend the various charity balls thrown by the charity organizations without suspicion.

 

It should be noted that most of money he got from the various jobs he took were devoted to running and expanding the Orphanage. There were times when even Dietrich himself couldn’t tell if his “work” or his “front” comes first. Or perhaps it didn’t really matter? Whether it’s when he was making some rich bastard his bitch, or when he was teaching an orphan child to read, the smile on his face was always genuine.

 

 

 

 

 

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Name: Fionn Fortier

 

Age:26

 

Race:Human → Vampire

 

Height: 175cm

 

Occupation:Factory worker → prostitute → miner → none

 

Sexuality: Straight → Bottom

 

Likes: Sunny days, freshly baked bread, drinking, music, singing, vanilla sex, comfortable home, a roof over his head, a bed, staying alive.

 

Dislike: Violence, debt collectors, working in the mines, working in illegal whorehouses, anything sexual other than vanilla heterosexual sex, narcotics, addiction, his craving for blood, being homeless, being a vampire.

 

Personality: Fionn used to be an optimistic man, generally nice and willing to help others. But now he was usually sad, depressed, frightful and a bit paranoid.

 

Background: It was a long series of unfortunate events which brought Fionn Fortier to this point in life. He used to own a house on District 7 which he inherited from his parents, and worked a pretty decent job at the a factory on District 5. After work he would go hang out his his co-workers in bars drinking, singing and gambling, and then return to his nice cozy home for a good night sleep. All in all he was pretty much a stereotypical common worker.

 

The only thing missing in his life was a woman. With his relatively handsome looks, and a house inherited from his dead parents, Fionn should have been a better choice than all of his house-renting work buddies, but he just couldn’t maintain a meaningful relationship with any woman. Apparently he was “too nice and too boring.”

 

As time went by Fionn became more and more upset and began to drink more. But soon the cheap booze of the bars in lower Districts proved to be inefficient to numb his melancholy. It was at this point a shady co-worker of his approached him and offered him drugs. After that it was a downward spiral of addiction and drug abuse, then debt. He became too intoxicated to go to work and thus was fired from his factory job. Desperate to get money to pay for drugs he resorted to borrowing money from loan sharks, which unsurprisingly turned out badly. When he couldn’t pay the monthly interests the debt collectors came and beat him up, then they emptied his house, then took the house all together.

 

At this point anyone else would’ve got thrown straight to the mines, but unfortunately for Fionn he had a pretty face. He was put to work in a illegal whorehouse where he was forced to take all sorts of customers in exchange for some food, but mostly for drugs. Luckily(Unluckily?) for him the police came and cracked the place down for not having a proper licence.

 

Having lost everything Fionn had nowhere else to go but down, all the way down to the mines. For a while it would seem that he was destined to perish in that dark abyss, but that was when he heard of the preist who open soup kitchen for the poor every week at the “Orphanage of the Stray”. Fionn would join the many other homeless poor on their weekly pilgrimage there and actually met the kind priest and sought guidance. With the priest’s help, Fionn overcame his addiction. He managed to build a little hut on District 9 with scraps and was slowly starting to save money. He even managed to volunteer at the orphanage from time to time.

 

Things started to improve, until one night he was attacked by a vampire, who instead of just sucking him dry, decided to turn him into the undead and threw him in the middle of a garbage field to get baked once sunrise, likely as a sick joke of sorts. Fionn woke up the next morning screaming in pain as he felt the sun burning his flesh. Luckily there was a large pot nearby so he hid under it and survived. On that night, the thirst for blood overtook him and he killed a homeless beggar. When he regained self control he was confused and horrified by what he'd done, too afraid to go back to work in the mines, or even back to his makeshift home, he dug a hole in the garbage field and just stayed there for a couple of days, sustained by the blood he sucked from that stranger. Eventually he thought that perhaps that kind priest at the orphanage could help him, just like how the priest helped him to overcome his addiction. It was a long shot, but that was the only hope he had.

 

Unbeknownst to him, that decision would lead him to a future even more cruel and painful.

 

 

 

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As usual on his time off, Chester was strolling through the streets of District Nine. This time he wasn't looking for some toy to break, however. He was looking for someone specific. He was looking for one of the dark witches that haunted these parts. There was one in particular he wanted to know more about or even speak with, if he could find them. Faust was their name and they wore a plague doctor's mask. That's all he knew. Surely any of the dark witches that worked in this area would know of them.

 

This place stinks of soot and sewage, the werewolf thought to himself. He curled his sensitive nose in disgust and kept on walking. There were some disadvantages to being a werewolf and heightened sense of smell was one of them, at least when walking around District Nine.

 

'Please, Mister! A few coins for thew poor!' came the cry of a beggar woman.

 

Chester kicked the woman off him then raised his boot to beat her in the face. The woman howled out loud and a man rushed forward to protect her. They were both as dirty and their clothes as tattered as one another. Neither were wearing shoes.

 

'What is wrong with you? She was asking for your help!' the man snapped.

 

'I don't give help but I will give coin for information,' Chester said in a gruff tone.

 

The werewolf held out a shiny silver coin and waved it in front of their noses. The man reached out for it but Chester pulled it back at the last second, stood up then kicked the man down to the ground.

 

'You'll stay down if you know what's good for you,' he growled. 'Now, tell me where I can find the dark witch who goes by the name of "Faust" and wears a plague mask.'

 

'I-I don't know, Sir, but if you let me up I can show you where there is a witch who can tell you about them,' the man offered.

 

'Very well. Get up and stay five feet in front of me. Get any closer and I'll kill you. Understand?'

 

'Don't do this, Billy,' the woman whispered. She gripped onto the man's arm as he stood up.

 

'We need the money, love. It's all right, nothing will happen to me,' he reassured her.

 

Chester rolled his eyes and waited for the man to start walking.

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"Good night children!"

 

"Good night Father Merlo!"

 

Dietrich smiled as he closed the room door behind him. He'd just put all the children to sleep, which any parent would tell you that it was not an easy task. Not to mention Dietrich had almost 50 orphaned kids to deal with. Many were left in the slums and grew up without knowing a family, and some lost their parents and had to deal with that trauma for the rest of their lives. It's difficult to keep such a troublesome group of children not only in check, but also provide them with proper guidance so they could thrive on their own once they reach adulthood. Luckily Dietrich had help from the other priests and nuns at the orphanage. While most of them were less than cooperative and sympathetic to the children, some even outright abusive, given that they did not come to the orphanage by choice but by penance. After a little "convincing" they became devoted to improving the orphans' lives, just as Dietrich said they would. He also had a few "volunteers" who used to be thugs and thieves who plagued the streets of Veloport, but repented their old ways after they ran into Dietrich. With a day of wholesome charity work done, Dietrich was about to call it a day and was on his way to his bedroom, then suddenly a crow stopped at the window beside him.

 

"A messenger?" Dietrich muttered as he opened the window, and the bird quickly jumped inside, staring at Dietrich with its glowing red eyes. "Hmm... hmm... hmm... I see.... Tell Blake I got the message and thank him for me, would you?"

 

The crow nodded, and with a quack it flapped its wings and disappeared into the misty night sky. Seeing this Dietrich closed the window. He began walking again, but no longer heading to his bedroom, but towards the basement instead. Passing through the boiler room and the storage, he arrived at what seemed like a dead end. But as a few barely audible words slip through his tongue the bricks in front of the priest came to life and opened up an entrance leading to a dark staircase. Dietrich stepped through and the brick wall closed behind him.

 

He walked down further, much deeper than what the official plan for the building said it would, until he finally reached his secret hideout. In truth it was more akin to a lab, or torture chamber, as he would bring back the targets he found on the streets and experiment new ways of “persuasion” on them,. It was also where he kept his other uniform: his black cloak, and his signature pest-doctor mask.

 

With his disguise on, Dietrich quickly slipped out of the orphanage and headed for the meeting place at Section 9. Meanwhile a shadowy figure was watching him fro afar, and followed him down.

 

Some times latter Dietrich arrived at an abandoned warehouse in section 9, where he was supposed to meet with his new customer. He hid in the shadows until the man described in the message, namely that short muscular werewolf, stepped inside.

 

“So I’ve heard that you’re looking for me?” Dietrich said as he presented himself: “What can I do for you? Need someone embarrassed? Ruined? Or made into a brainless fuck toy? I can satisfy any of your fantasies, with a reasonable fee of course.”

 

 

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As the Dark Witch and the Werewolf began discussing their evil plot, a figure was hiding on the rooftop with his ears on the roof, absolutely terrified. A long series of unfortunate events had brought Fionn Fortier to the bottom of Veloport, and just as he was about to turn things around, he was attacked by some weirdo and was turned into this... monster, presumably a vampire, given what he heard from legends and folktales. Fionn though that as a priest, Dietrich may know something about how to turn him back to normal, and was about to go and talk to him that night. But what he found instead, was the priest slipping out of the Orphanage and conspiring what was clearly an illegal plot with a strange man.

 

While one may question how could Fionn be sure the masked figure was Dietrich Merlo, but Fionn just knew. When he saw the shadowy figure leave the orphanage he just had a suspicion and wanted to be sure, but now, with his heightened senses he could hear clearly the voice coming from under the mask to be exactly the same as the same priest who guided him while he was at rock bottom. Fionn wanted to just run, and forget about it all, but he couldn’t even move a finger.

 

That man, the man who was talking with, petrified him to the core. He couldn’t tell exactly why, but he just felt there was something “different” about him. If he had to describe it, it would be like in the vicinity of some bloodthirsty predator, ready to tear your throat up at any moment. All he could do was to stay still and try not be make a sound, not even breath, which luckily seemed a lot more easier now.

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The warehouse in District Nine smelled like dust - years of it. Chester didn't need to be a werewolf to smell it. He wrinkled his nose and walked in like he owned the place. He could hear the man at the other end of the warehouse waiting for him. He could smell the man, hear his heartbeat and his breathing. Chester stopped in the middle of a beam of light coming through a broken window. He stretched in an almost bored fashion then rolled his shoulders. As much as he didn't like witches, he needed this one to do a certain job for him,

 

'That's why we're here, isn't it?' Chester growled. 'It turns out you're easier to track down than I thought. You must be desperate for customers. How do I know you can do what I want you to do?'

 

'There's a man I want under my control - Alexander Lindt. He's a politician from District One. For the most part he's a fucking playboy but he's putting through a few reforms and taxes that will make it hard for international transport. I want him to become my willing puppet,' Chester demanded. 'If I tell him to reverse these reforms, I want him to do everything in his power to stop them. If I tell him to spread his legs, I want him on his back with his legs wider than humanly possible. Do you think you can do that?'

 

Chester stopped and growled. He bared his teeth and raised his nose to the air. Something wasn't quite right.

 

'For someone with your reputation, I would have expected you to secure the place first. We're being watched. I smell vampire,' Chester said out loud. He looked up into the dark ceiling but obviously couldn't see through it. It wasn't his sight he was relying on anyway; it was his hearing and smell. He sniffed the air and frowned. Come on, you blood sucking bastard, he though. Where are you? There was only one of them, very young by the scent of it, but that was enough. If one vampire knew about it, the others would too. That whole damn court was as tight as a fucking orgy.

 

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For a charity event, the Homely Meals Charity Dinner wasn't that bad. Yes, the decorations were minimal but the charity needed the money for delivering people with home-style meals. Yes, there was going to be more more coffers passed around to suck even more money out of people but that was to be expected. All in all, it was worth the price of admission. The only thing Alexander Lindt could really complain about was the horrific announcement that all of the food they'd eaten had been salvaged from grocery stores. It was preposterous! These people were feeding the elites of society with unwanted, discarded food! If Alexander had known that, he wouldn't have bought a ticket. Really, it was a cruel joke! Even worse was how many of his peers outwardly marveled at how food so beautiful could be made from food that they wouldn't have fed their dogs. He could see the upturned noses and the deliberately polite smiles that so obviously hid disgust but nobody had the balls to admit it. Even Alexander was not immune to that.

 

'Excuse me, is the wine also made from donated ingredients?' he asked a server politely. There was a slight tang to his tone.

 

'No, just the food, Sir,' the woman said without any hint that she noticed his distaste.

 

'In that case I'd like a glass of syrah,' Alexander requested.

 

The upper-class elite lazily eyed the woman off as she poured his drink. Her make-up was too fake for his liking, too over the top. It was obvious she didn't wear it often. It looked clumsy at best, bawdy at worst. She would have looked better with something more subtle. Colourful green eye shadow was out of place with servants' uniforms. Her lipstick was too brown and too dark for her light skin and it was obvious she was trying to cover her freckles with a slather of foundation. Her freckles, though unsightly, were better than the paint she wore now.

 

'Thank you,' Alexander replied as he turned from her. Though it wasn't necessary to thank the waiting staff, he did it to make himself look polite.

 

'Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?' she asked politely. At least her voice was pretty.

 

'Do you perchance sing? You have a beautiful voice,' he complimented her.

 

'Why, yes. I am part of the congregation that runs Homely Meals,' she replied. 'I'm part of their choir.'

 

'A vocalist and a volunteer! Homely Meals is lucky to have you,' he commented, raising his eyebrow approvingly.

 

'Thank you, Sir,' she said with a flush. At least the flush on her cheeks looked real, unlike the rest of her features.

 

'That will be all, thank you Miss,' Alexander said, turning back to the table so he could have his drink.

 

Alexander looked back at his empty plate, regretting that the announcers had waited until after the last course had been eaten to give their speech about food wastage, donations and starving homeless people in District Nine. At least the wine was nice. It wasn't perfect or branded but it was drinkable enough to wash down the unpleasantness of the meal. At least it was bought from an outside source and hygienically bottled. He downed the drink in a few gulps then left to survey the musicians. They at least were top-notch. Perhaps if he could find a partner, he'd give dancing a go.

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"Ah... I see. It's that man you're talking about right? What's his name.... Alex... Alexander?" Dietrich commented as he recalled the news reports on the rich entrepreneur, whose business deals were almost as famous as his sexual scandals. Dietrich figured it was a matter of time before someone take some action upon the arrogant upstart, and had a faint hope that someone would actually employ him for the job. Guess the gods looked favorably upon him, or they've forsaken the rich brat. In any case, it was certainly a job he'd love to take.

 

"Oh, don't worry sir. It will take some time and, of course, some reasonable expense on your part. But by the end of it I will make him as obedient as a puppy on the leash." Dietrich responded, seemingly ignoring the werewolf's comment on his poor choice of meeting places: "But of course, I don't expect you to believe me without any proof. That's why I've prepared a demonstration."

 

Suddenly the air surrounding the Dark Witch seemed to change, as if he was no longer the slim and fragile Witch but something much, much bigger and dominating. For a moment his ruby eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and with a voice as if coming out of a chorus of a dozen man, Dietrich said: "Stay still." Then he chanted a short spell. The next moment a part of the ceiling collapsed, and a man fell flat to the floor. Despite how sudden it was and the pain it must have cause to the person due to the fall, he didn't even make a sound when he landed, only twitched silently in pain.

 

In truth Dietrich knew all along someone was following him, but wasn't quite sure who, and for what. While he could have tried to get rid of his mysterious talker, he came up with the idea to use him as subject for demonstration to his new customer. "You think I didn't notice you? Silly thing." Dietrich said as he approached the man paralyzed on the ground, and a chuckled leaked from his throat when he realized who it actually was: Fionn Fortier, a man who seemed to be plagued with misfortune lately. Dietrich knew the man very well as it was him who helped the man out of his addiction problems, and was slowly helping the man to turn his life around. Dietrich couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor man, but then, business was business, and he had to deal with the witness one way or another.

 

"Stand up."Dietrich commanded, and the next second Fionn was already on his feet, looking on with absolute horror at the circumstances he found himself in. Dietrich continued to make a few orders towards Fionn like sit, lie down, roll around, crawl on all fours, and the young vampire did all of them without delay. Dietrich ended his string of commands with a order to make the vampire take all his clothes off, and moments latter the body of Fionn was all exposed in front of the other two man's eyes. Dietrich turned back to Chester and said: "Commands like these are easy enough, but not permanent. If you want the kind of results you want it will take a bit more time, but it's definitely doable. Now I think you're convinced of my abilities? Or do you want more demonstrations?" Dietrich got beside Fionn and whispered something in his ears, then the poor man began to walk towards the werewolf and stopped right in front of him. Dietrich then said: "If not, then I'll assume we have a deal. We'll work out the details on the exact method of payment at a latter date. In the meantime, do anything you want to that vampire. Consider him a bonus for your purchase."

 

With the deal settled, Dietrich disappeared into the darkness leaving the werewolf with his latest victim. The second Dietrich's presence disappeared Fionn collapsed on the floor like a puppet without strings, but unfortunately for the young vampire, he was still very much conscious . He sat on the floor trembling in fear and pissed himself on the spot. Even without Dietrich's spell controlling him, he was too paralyzed by fear to do anything

 

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“Hello, Mr. Lindt?” Dietrich approached the man with a friendly smile. While nowhere near as well made or stylish as the suits or dresses the rich wore, the tidy formal robe on the priest arguably worked better to accentuated his natural beauty, instead of hiding and overwhelming his looks. He extended his hand to the rich entrepreneur and introduced himself: “My name is Dietrich Merlo. I’m the director for the ‘Orphanage of the Stray’ at district nine. I want to thank you for your generous donation to my institution, really saved a lot of lives.”

 

In truth, Alexander didn’t donate to his orphanage, at least not directly. Rich people would usually donate to one of the many charities in the city, which after taking a heavy cut would the distribute such donations to the many institution under them. Of course the easiest way to circumvent this was to go to the sponsors directly, and that’s what Dietrich was known for among the normal citizens of Veloport, and approaching Alexander just seemed like the stuff the enthusiastic priest would do.

 

“There isn’t much I can do to repay your generosity other than my gratitude and prayers, but you seem... forgive me for saying so but... bored, at the moment. Perhaps I can keep you company for the duration of the party? Care for a dance?”

 

 

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Suggestions: Victim would be more inclined to do as commanded. But can be resisted if the suggestion was strongly against his will. Effect can be long lasting if reinforced.

 

Commands: Victim would follow the command while fully being aware that he was being controlled against his will. Can be resisted if will or magical power is strong enough. Effect is short term.

 

Unconscious command/Hypnosis: Victim would follow the command but unaware of being controlled, nor his current status. Can only be done on someone under hypnotic trance. Effect duration depend on the type of command and strength of the caster.

 

Perception altering: Victim would follow the command and unaware of being controlled. He would otherwise proceed with his life normally as if nothing has happened. Can only be done on victim in more advanced stage of brainwash. Effect can be long lasting or permanent depending on the type of command and strength.

 

The categorization above is not set in stone, as some commands may be a hybrid depending on what I come up with on the spot. But I want to give you a basic idea on how to react to some of Dietrich's spells.

 

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'I just told you his name - Alexander Lindt!' Chester growled, folding his arms across his impressive chest. What was the witch doing?

 

'How much are we talking? I want to know the price before we make a deal. I know how you witches work. You want things like my eyes or my sense of smell or ten years of my life,' Chester replied. In truth Chester didn't know how witches worked. He didn't know what he was talking about beyond rumours and common knowledge. He wasn't about to say that though. Chester was too proud for that and down in District Nine where nobody knew his name, he wasn't about to hide it. Besides, he was an alpha werewolf; bravado was so common it was almost stereotypical!

 

As much as he would like to deny it, the werewolf was curious to see what Faust could do. He watched silently with his arms folded across his chest, his expression guarded.

 

'That doesn't seem too hard. You're just giving immediate commands. How do I know you can create something more entrenched and long term? Do to this pathetic little bloodsucker what you intend to do to Lindt,' Chester ordered.

 

After Faust was gone, Chester leaned over the little sack of crap and placed a foot on its head. He didn't kick but the threatening pressure was there, forcing the creature down onto the ground.

 

'So you're following the witch. Why?' he demanded. 'Gods! You stink! When was the last time you had a shower?!'

 

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Alexander looked up from the musicians and turned when he heard someone say his name. He inclined his head politely as his eyes took in the man's appearance. Attractive, tall and innocent with the most dazzling ruby eyes. One look at him spoke "virgin begging to be tainted". He wore the garb of a lower ranking priest of the Way of the Divine Trio. The fact that someone so young would be the director of an orphanage was surprising, however. Wasn't that usually a position held by stuffy old grey-beards?

 

'I assure you, I've never heard of the Orphanage of the Stray, let alone donated to it,' Lindt said blithely. 'But please, call me Alexander. Mr Lindt is my father.'

 

Without even noticing it, Alexander had nodded and raised his arms to the older priest. Alexander would take the man's role and lead; Dietrich would follow. He took Deitrich's hand and rested his right hand lower on the priest's body than was absolutely necessary. Alexander looked into the man's eyes as their bodies came almost within touching distance. The elite gentleman sucked in his lower lip, his thoughts slipping into the gutter. This man had come to him willingly, that meant he was fair game in Alexander's opinion.

 

'So why does a handsome, able-bodied man such as yourself choose to work for a District Nine orphanage?' he asked, though was not particularly interested in the answer. 'It seems like the type of thing they'd do to unruly young acolytes who sniff under one another's dresses - I mean robes. You don't seem the sort to to that though.'

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Fionn whined as he squirmed under the imposing man's feet. Having fallen to the deepest depths of Veloport, Fionn had the misfortune of dealing with some of the most despicable part of the underworld, loan sharks, slavers, drug dealers, you name it, and a lot of them were quite scary figures themselves. But all seemed to pale in comparison to the man above him at that moment. In reality Fionn might have passed by creatures a lot more powerful and malicious than Chester, but his human sensibilities simply couldn't be aware of their true nature, and thus spared him of the fright. But now, with him newly turned into a vampire, it ironically made him more aware of the imminent threat he was facing. Instinctively he just knew that there was no point to resist the man, so he answered: "I... I followed him because I... I needed help. I was attacked by someone a few days ago, since then my body became... weird. I thought he maybe could help me because....ugh....ah....gah?"

 

Fionn was about to explain his relationship with the priest, but strangely he found himself unable to mutter a single word. He recalled how the priest, or witch, was able to control his every move earlier. Perhaps he did something to him which prevented him from talking about who Dietrich's true, or at least alternative, identity? He looked up at the man with teary eyes and cried: "I... I swear I want to tell you but I..guh... ah.... I can't... I just can't... Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about what happened here.. Please! Have mercy!"

 

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As expected Alexander took Dietrich's hand, and the black-haired man spared no time before getting close and putting another hand on his waist. Dietrich showed a gentle smile as he allowed the younger man take the lead on the dance floor. Part of the reason why he refrained from giving his client a clear answer regarding the cost for this commission was that he had to see for himself just what sort of man Alexander really was, and it soon became clear that Alexander's reputation as a shameless playboy was well earned, given the lustful look in his eyes. It would be a relatively easy job, and a job which he'd be absolutely happy to do, both of these factors would contribute to reduce the bill he'd eventually give Chester.

 

"That is odd, cause I swear I've received checks with the Cable Network company being the donor. But I understand, a philanthropist like you must be doing so much good for the society that my humble institution just happened to enjoy the benefits." Dietrich said as they pretty much dominated the dance floor, becoming the center of attention of the entire room. Their obvious good looks aside, the fact that the head of one of the biggest company in the city and member of the upper house dancing with a lowly priest was certainly something quite eye catching.

 

The priest chuckled after hearing the man's question and said: "I would tell you, but you have to promise me not to laugh." Dietrich paused for a moment to observe the man's reaction and said: "I volunteered to work there because I hate the grandpas in the church. I'd much prefer to hang out with innocent children than listen to those smelly old man scolding me." He let out a small laugh and said: "Seriously though, I do enjoy helping those in need. Nothing brings me more joy when I hear children's laughter, and I would do anything to make sure they could grow up healthy and happy." Dietrich made special emphasis on the word "anything" when he spoke to Alexander, and closed the little distance between their bodies.

 

Shortly after the music came to an end, and the entire room was filled with a round of applause. Dietrich let go of Alexander's hand and took a step back saying: "If you don't mind, Alexander, how about we go somewhere more private so I can give you more details on my work?"

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'Tsssk!' Chester hissed in frustration. He was used to getting answers from his bitches. He twisted the steel toe of his boot in the man's cheek, raised it up in the air then stamped down on the young vampire's temple a few times. It wasn't enough to knock him out though, merely the threat of violence. He would keep the thing in one piece until he got him locked up.

 

'Why would you need help from him?' Chester demanded. 'What did you think you would get from him?'

 

The werewolf growled in frustration when the vampire seemed unable to speak of the witch. He would see how much information he could torture out of the thing later. For now he wanted to test out the spell or whatever it was that kept the creature obedient.

 

'Stand up!' he ordered. He issued each command in turn before waiting for a response. 'Bend over and touch your toes... Suck your own cockhead... Stick your fingers up your arse while you suck yourself off... Show me your fangs... Bite your wrist and drink from it... Extend your claws and slash yourself from neck to navel... Now get on your hands and knees then lick my boots clean.'

 

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Alexander was charmed in more ways than one. That smile! It took all of Alexander's willpower not to reach out and stroke that beautiful porcelain face. He kept his hands in the appropriate dancing position as he lead the way onto the dance floor and got into the rhythm of the current song. As they continued to move fluidly across the floor, Alexander's hand moved lower until he was fondling the man's arse in front of onlookers. He pressed his palm into it and gave it a bit of a squeeze.

 

'The Cable Network, not me. I assign how much of our profits go to charity and I sign the cheques but there are others beneath me who decide which charities get our money and how much,' he said, then smiled lightly, an eyebrow raised. He pulled the priest in close then leaned in to purr into his ear. 'Of course, I can always consider to make personal contributions if you're willing to persuade me.'

 

'Oh, I may laugh but I mean no harm,' he promised. He thought a moment then nodded. 'Very well. I promise not to laugh.'

 

A shocked look crossed Alexander's face at Dietrich's first comment. It sounded like he preferred the children for other reasons. Alexander was about to ask whether the man was a pedophile before he clarified himself. Alexander still had a suspicious look on his face until the hint of "anything" was uttered. It was almost too easy. The elite was starting to wonder exactly what Dietrich was pulling by coming to him. A warning bell sounded in the man's mind but he chose to ignore it for now. He could always get away later.

 

The music ended and the two men parted. Alexander wasn't ready to stop dancing yet, as he enjoyed the discussion they were having while they did, so he reached out and took the priest's hand again. He didn't even notice the applause they had caused. His whole attention was on this beautiful blonde in priest's holy robes. As Dietrich stepped back, Alexander stepped forward and traced his fingers through that beautiful, silky hair. There was a light in his eyes that spoke of imminent pleasures. He wanted this man spread beneath him. He wanted him tied up and denied, hot and moaning in sustained arousal.

 

'Yeah, I'd like that,' he said softly. 'You can persuade me to make a few personal donations. Just one more thing...'

 

One hand slipped around the priest's waist while the other moved up into his hair. Instead of kissing the man on the lips, Alexander tilted his head and nuzzled in behind the man's ear in full view of everyone. He parted his lips and sucked softly at the man's neck just below the ear. His lips trailed across the man's jaw, his breath warm against the priest's skin. He sucked on the chin then pressed their lips together before pulling back just enough to look into Dietrich's eyes.

 

'You know what I want from you, don't you?' he said in a low, lusty voice. 'I'm not making a donation without asking for something in return. I assure you, however, I will treat you well. You will enjoy this as much as I will and you won't even be sore in the morning.'

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Fionn moaned when the muscular man stomped on his head. It was clear that he was irritated by his inability to answer the questions, and that irritation was vented onto the poor young vampire. Even though it wasn't enough force to shatter his skull of knock him out, the impact was painful and made him dizzy. He sighed in relief when the foot was finally removed, not knowing that his torment was just beginning.

 

As ordered by the man, Fionn stood up. He was too paralyzed by fear that he didn't even remember to try to cover himself, letting his entire body be completely exposed to the other's eye. "Touch... my toes? O.. okay I'll try..." Fionn said with a confused tone since he didn't understand the man's motive behind the command. But he obeyed it anyway since it sounded harmless enough. He bent over, and surprised himself that he was actually capable of doing so, as his body was never this flexible. He noticed that ever since his transformation, his body had became a lot stronger and more agile, could this flexibility also be part of the condition? In that case, perhaps this thing wasn't so bad after all, except the whole can't go under sun light and thirst for blood thing of course.

 

Fionn was completely caught off guard by the man's next order however, his face immediately turned red as he cried: "Suck.. suck my own cock! That's ridiculous! There's no way I can....ugh....ah....?" Just as he was in the middle of complaining however his body began to tremble. A sickening sensation traversed across his body as if each and every single vein of his had worms crawling through them. Fionn cried out in agony as he collapsed onto the very pool of piss he'd created on the floor, his body moving on its own accord despite his mind trying to tell them otherwise. Slowly Fionn got into position, his body curled up like never before and his member between his legs swelled in size despite the absolute lack of such interest for Fionn at that moment. His mouth wide open and his tongue extended out as if eager to pleasure himself. Fionn watched with horror and disgust as his own member was getting closer and closer to his face, and moments latter the tip made contact with his own tongue, and then the rest of the crown entered his mouth. Against his own will he began to suck on the sensitive tip, and inevitably moans began to leak from his throat.

 

But the man's order did not stop here. As he continued to pleasure himself a hand of his moved to his rear. Fionn groaned in discomfort as his fingers intruded his hole without any lubrication whatsoever. Having been forced into prostitution and forced to take many man, some of which were quite well endowed, his pucker was a bit more puffed up than usual, and was a lot more accommodating than the average man. That being said, having left that life behind Fionn had not even touched himself back there for a long time. So there was still some resistance when his fingers crawled inside.

 

Then the next command came. Fionn let go of his cock and opened his mouth wide so the man could have a good look. His jaws felt itchy and the next moment his canine teeth began to extend unnaturally long and sharp. While he was freed from the autofellatio the man did not withdraw the other command, so his one hand remained in his rear and was beginning to press on his own prostate. He moaned both in pain and pleasure as his fangs dug into his thirst, the tastes of blood immediately flooded his mouth. Being just newly turned into a vampire, Fionn had only tasted blood once, and it was in a more frantic state. But now, his mind was a lot more clear, and he was able to truly appreciate just how delicious, orgasmic even, blood taste to him now. Occasionally a vampire would do so if he had not feasted for a long time and was getting desperate. Obviously taking one's own blood wouldn't provide sustenance, in fact it was a net-loss of power for the vampire and would actually cause the vampire to die in the end. But Fionn didn't care, he sucked on his wrist harder and added another finger in his rear, moving them in and out. For a moment he even forgot the fact that he was being controlled by the terrifying man watching him. When the man order him to slash himself he screamed out in agonizing ecstasy. Bursts of cum shot out of his cock and the first burst landed on his face, while the rest colored his now bloody chest and belly. While the bleeding of his wrist and the claw marks on his body quickly stopped, the scar remained for a while as his self healing was not as strong as the older, more powerful vampires.

 

Fionn was panting and twitching on the ground helplessly. His body was a total mess of tears, sweat, piss, blood and cum. As much as he just wanted to pass out his body refused to disobey any of the man's words. He got on all fours and crawled to the man's feet and began to lick the man's boots.

 

 

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Dietrich seemed completely indifferent to all the groping Alexander was doing, but there was just a hint of uneasiness in his expressions, as if his strong act was slowly crumbling. In truth he was rather pleased with how things were going, as the young entrepreneur was clearly interested in him, or his body to be more precise. It was something which had caused him fair share of trouble back during his youth, but he’d learned to utilize this to his advantage throughout the years.

 

Dietrich’s smile seemed to grow a bit unnatural when Alexander closed in further. Despite his earlier approach and words suggesting an eagerness to get intimate, his expressions seemed to say otherwise, likely giving out the impression that the priest was doing his best to pretend to like the man’s advances. Ever since he arrived at Veloport and assumed the identity of the priest, he discovered that the idea of a clergyman being naughty was quite appealing to some people, but a clergyman forced into sin due to difficult circumstances seemed even more so. And that was the impression Dietrich wanted Alexander to have on him: a man forced into using his body so he could help others in need. His body shivered when Alexander’s lips sucked just below his ears, then left a trail along his jawline until finally, they locked into a kiss, which Dietrich showed no resistance nor welcome. After Alexander pulled away and laid out his terms Dietrich nodded: “Yes... I... understand...” Dietrich muttered, the blush on his face blatantly visible against his pale smooth skin. Can.. can we go somewhere more private now? The gazes on us are a little...disconcerting...”

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Chester stood with his arms folded across his chest during the whole display. The man didn't seem to object to touching his toes so it could not be counted as witchcraft. Having the man suck himself against his own will, however, seemed to prove the werewolf's control over the man. Far from a smile, Chester's lips curled up into a sneer though his eyes had a light of excitement in them. For the first time he started to imagine what he could get the man to do to himself. He thought of having the man rape himself on the handle of a broom or flagellate himself all over. He thought of having him hot and needy, only to be forbidden to cum. He could leave him like that for hours on end while Chester left for work. Given how the man was moaning from simple auto-fellatio, he was no doubt the man would be moaning and squirming the whole time. Luckily he would not need to gag the man given how safely hidden his lair was.

 

The werewolf crouched down and gripped the vampire's jaw so he could look at the man's fangs. He'd never seen a vampire up this close and was curious. He scraped his finger along one of the tips to see how sharp it was and growled when he nicked himself. He wiped away the blood before the man could taste it. He didn't want a vampire getting a taste for him, even a young whelp like this one. Who knew, perhaps young vampires had less control over their desires? Chester didn't want the man jumping him when the orders wore off.

 

The scent of blood rose to the werewolf's sensitive nostrils and he noticed that it smelled more like death than human or werewolf blood. It smelled days old - dark and coagulated. It still ran as if it was fresh though so the blood must still be moving around the body. Watching the man, Chester wondered how long it had been since the man had had a feed. He seemed to be craving blood and desperately feasting upon himself.

 

'When did you last drink? How long have you been a vampire?' Chester ordered. 'What do you know of the vampiric court?'

 

As the vampire slashed himself, Chester didn't think to step back. He had a front seat view of the man cumming all over his body. It was lucky he ended up cumming on himself, as Chester would have cracked and beaten the shit out of the man if even the smallest splatter of filth landed on him. As the man came forward, Chester stepped back, forcing the vampire to crawl further. When the man finally started licking one boot, Chester rose his foot and stamped it down onto the back of the man's head.

 

'Stop licking my boots and take your fingers out of your arse. Now look at me. From now on your name is Artor, meaning "slave". You are mine and mine alone. Say it,' Chester ordered. He waited for Fionn to reply before giving more orders. 'You are forbidden from touching me or harming me without me ordering it. You are not allowed to speak without permission. You are not allowed to drink, piss or shit without my permission. You are forbidden from thinking of escape or taking any opportunities that may arise. You are forbidden from leaving my lair without permission. You may moan, scream and cry as much as you like but you must ask permission before speaking. You are to keep your head lowered and not make eye contact with anyone without my permission. You are forbidden from speaking about Faust or myself.'

 

'Get up! Take your clothes and put them on. Follow me four paces behind. If anyone asks, you are to smile politely and tell them you are to be my new house maid,' Chester said. 'You are forbidden from letting on that you are my slave anb you are forbidden from seeking help.'

 

With that, Chester turned around and walked away. He didn't bother to wait for "Artor" to reply or catch up. The spell on him would see him hurry behind. He silently led them through the district until they came to a house built into the ground rather than piled upon other structures. He pulled the door open and waved the vampire into it before locking the door behind him. He led them through the nondescript, rickety house that didn't look lived in until they came to a bedroom. There was a secret door in the back of the closet that lead down into the earth. Chester shoved Fionn down it until they came to another locked, metal door built into a solid rock frame. Behind this one was a cavern that had been dug out of the rock of the mountain. The scene Fionn would look upon was truly horrific, though at least it was clean.

 

Chester walked through the dark to a metal surgeon's table and lit up a lantern, which he hung from a chain from the rafters in the ceiling. There were hooks like one would find in a buther's shop hanging from the rafters and loops attached to the walls. One of the sets of loops had chains and shackles hanging from it. Along with the steel table, there was a metal framed bed, a wooden chair with metal buckles attached to it and a set of stocks for arms head and feet. Along one wall there was a row of metal shelving with all sorts of torture devices sitting on it.

 

'Climb up on the table and lock your ankles in the buckles. You are to face downwards,' he ordered. Indeed, at each end of the table was a set of metal buckles so that no matter how much Fionn struggled, he would not be able to pull himself free.

 

While Fionn was getting himself into position, Chester took off his clothes and hung them from one of the butcher's hooks so they would be out of the way of the filth that would soon be flinging about the room. He would have to wear them back to his home. He didn't want anyone seeing him looking dirty.

 

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Dietrich was right on the money. Alexander enjoyed the idea of a holy priest turning to sin and enraptured by the idea of a priest being forced into such a situation. He was a little disappointed that Dietrich didn't kiss him back but perhaps that was just because they were in front of a crowd. No doubt the man wanted to keep his holy name, though Alexander very much wanted to taint him in the eyes of his faith. Okay, he would be discreet and not brag about having taken the priest. His conquests always had his word that he would keep their dallying silent but he would still tease Dietrich in public. He wanted to see the man melt just a little. He seemed hesitant, as though trying to hold himself in check.

 

'Yes, the gazes,' Alexander agreed, smiling softly. 'I know a place we can go not far from here. I assure you, they will say nothing of your time with me.'

 

Alexander's hand slid into Dietrich's and he all but pulled the priest along. There were a few smiles and nods as he left but he managed to avoid conversation with the other guests. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and defrock the beautiful priest he had with him. He kept up his swift pace as the left the building and walked out onto the street. It was night so their were few people out but even so, hurrying would get them, a few curious glances.

 

'It's only a few blocks away,' Alexander reassured the man.

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"Drink? You mean... blood? I.. I last drank blood a three days ago.. The day before that I was attacked and.... and......when I woke up I became like this.... I don't know anything about ... 'vampires' or the court..." Fionn began to answer the man's questions while he was licking the man's boot, since that was about the only time he was able to do so during the whole humiliating process. The the boot was pulled away and he felt the stomp on his back. He whimpered in pain as he struggled under the man's boot. He listened to what the man said and wanted to object. He had a name, it's Fionn Fortier, a name given by his late parents. Even back at the lowest point of his life when he was forced into prostitution to pay for drugs, he maintained his name. But now, even that was getting taken away from him.

 

"I am.... F..ugh...Fi....ah..!" Fionn tried to struggle, but a great pain began to spread in his brain as if someone had set his brain cells on fire. Crying, screaming, Fionn eventually got overwhelmed by the pain and cried : "I....gh...My name is..Artor... I am yours and.... and yours alone...."

 

Fionn, or Artor as named by his new master, listened quietly at the man laying out more ridiculous orders. Now he couldn't even piss without the man say so, and it's not just a matter of he was too afraid to disobey, even he was brave enough, his body simply wouldn't be able to rebel against the sadistic man. His body trembled in fear as he imagined the dark future which surely awaits in front of him, though it would likely be even worse than he could ever imagine.

 

The man removed his foot and ordered him to get up. He got dressed as the man ordered and followed him obediently. He wanted to run away, but his body simply refused to follow his will. He kept his head down and only glimpsed up enough so he could see the man's heels in front of him, thus able to follow the man without getting lost. They quickly arrived at a discrete part of the district and was lead into a house built underground. The interior of the house looked ordinary, but that changed when they reached the bedroom, where the man lead him through a secret door leading further down into the mountain itself. Having worked in the mines Fionn was used to dark and enclosed environments, but this dungeon seemed far more creepy than anywhere he'd been before, and there was also this... sweet scent, coming from deeper down. Even though it was very faint, the heightened senses Fionn had still caught up on it, and by now Fionn had learned that it was the smell of blood. He wasn't sure he should be more horrified by the scent of blood, or the fact that he found it pleasant.

 

Eventually they arrived at their destination, and Fionn was utterly horrified. There was no other way to describe the place other than "torture chamber", filled with gruesome looking tools which Fionn had only heard of in stories. His body dragged itself towards the table against his own will, and like the man ordered buckled his legs before laying face down. He could hear the sound of the man taking off his clothes, and by experience he got an idea of what was going to happen. He could only hope that the man would get tired of him quickly and set him free, but someone Fionn knew that was not going to happen.

 

 

 

 

 

Dietrich felt Alexander holding his hand and leading him out of the party. Before they left the room however Dietrich quickly turned his head back when Alexander was not looking at him, and blew a faint pink mist out of his mouth which quickly faded away. Everyone in the party room seemed dizzy for a brief moment but quickly resumed their chit-chat as if nothing had happened. Even though Alexander didn't do anything too out of the ordinary, he still didn't want the rumor of him approaching the infamous playboy. That alone could raise unwanted attention and speculation and Dietrich have a image to maintain. The pink mist mad sure that none of the guests would remember him even being here at all, but could only vaguely remember that the cable car owner left with someone, maybe a pretty girl, or guy, or something in between.

 

Turning his attention back to his prey, Dietrich presented a timid, nervous smile as the man lead him out of the building and into the streets. He was already coming up with things he could do to the proud rich playboy, step by step, slowly destroying his body and mind till he was the perfect puppet like his client had ordered. But such things had to wait for the moment. Even though it was late at night there were still a few pedestrians on the road, and Dietrich couldn't just drag him down a dark alleyway like he could on lower levels. “Where is this.. place of yours? One of your villas?”

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"I am.... F..ugh...Fi....ah..!" Fionn tried to struggle, but a great pain began to spread in his brain as if someone had set his brain cells on fire. Crying, screaming, Fionn eventually got overwhelmed by the pain and cried : "I....gh...My name is..Artor... I am yours and.... and yours alone...."

 

'Good boy,' Chester cooed in a honeyed voice that somehow oozed of poison. He leaned down and patted "Artor" on the head much in the same manner one would pat a dog. There was a smile on his face that showed some warmth but it would be foolish to assume it was anything but a farce.

 

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Once in the dungeon below the nondescript house, Chester waited calmly for Fionn to get onto the table and buckle himself down. There was no need to be quick about this. The naked werewolf walked over to the table and placed his hands on Artor's ankles. His rough hands slid up that alabaster skin, slow and firm. He got a feel of the muscles, giving the calves a sharp slap to cause them to tense up. His hands wandered up further, slow and deliberate, until he came to the man's arse. He felt the wares to gauge how much muscle he had and how much fat. Chester preferred a juicier arse with more than a little muscle to it. He preferred men but he preferred shapely men with bulges, curves and juicy meat.

 

'You're to start exercising at every chance you get,' Chester ordered. 'Focus on resistance training and muscle building. You're to eat more too. You could do with some more fat on you... if vampires can get fat.'

 

The werewolf's hands finished groping the arse and moved up to the waist. He trailed a finger up the man's spine. His hands slid out and gripped the muscles of the back, then the sides. He rubbed into them almost as if he were massaging them. After a while he growled then came around to the front. Chester fisted Artor's hair and yanked him up so he could get a good look at the man's face. Dark eyes, hair hair and pale skin - Fionn's features provided good contrast. He'd look quite nice if he wasn't so messed up and malnourished.

 

'Gods, you're ugly!' he barked. 'How long will it take for your face to heal?'

 

'Look at me,' the werewolf ordered. 'Do you have any friends or family? Any wife or children? Is there anyone who will wonder where you have gone?'

 

'What is your occupation? What work have you been doing since you left school? Did you even go to school?' he asked. 'How did you even end up in this place, sniffing after that witch's trail?'

 

Chester waited for his new slave to answer all the questions before letting go of the man's hair. He wanted to know whether anyone would question Fionn's whereabouts before doing too much damage. The man was a vampire though so anything except holy implements were only temporary. As Chester considered what he could and could not do to the pet for now, he moved the man's hands into place and buckled the straps around his wrists so he could not fight back. The bulky man walked over to the shelves and pulled on a pair of tan leather gloves. He had used silver skewers on other werewolves before but never on a vampire. He'd never had a vampire to toy with before and he was keen to see what they reacted to. He'd have to get his hands on something holy, such as a medallion, to see if it would burn a hole in Fionn like he expected it would.

 

As Chester returned to the table, he put down the sack of skewers and mallet he'd picked up. He took one skewer out and pressed the tip into the nape of Artor's neck to see if it would burn. He then rubbed the length of it down the man's back before prodding his arse with it. He watched silently to note even the slightest singe. Now came the fun part. He took the silver skewer by the shaft and picked up the mallet with his free hand. Placing the tip of the skewer in line with the man's left kidney, Chester drew the mallet up and drove it into the head of the skewer and hammered it in until the metal had pierced straight through the vampire's body. He wriggled the thing around inside the hole to see if blood would start pouring out before picking up the next skewer from the sack. One by one, Chester nailed each of the skewers through Fionn's neck, torso, buttocks, arms and legs until he looked like a human pincushion.

 

'Does it hurt, Artor?' Chester asked. 'Do vampires even feel pain like living creatures?'

 

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Alexander didn't notice the spell Dietrich cast on their observers. He was too busy looking impressed with himself and smiling at acquaintances with a shit-eating grin. He wanted them to know he'd caught the priest and was well and truly going to fuck the man's brains out.

 

'It's a hotel, one of the finest in the district,' the man replied simply. 'I keep a room there for myself. They know not to disturb me so don't worry. I wouldn't want to scare you away with awful rumours. Perhaps we can even make this a regular thing if you satisfy me properly.'

 

With that, Alexander's arm slid down the man's back and gave the priest's arse a few pats. He didn't particularly pay attention to where they were going as he was far more interested in teasing the blonde. His hand slid down between the cheeks and he pressed the man's bud over his layers of clergical costuming. He stroked up and down the pucker before moving up to rest his hand companionably on the man's back.

 

'You know, you're quite adorable for a priest. You're so youthful and well presented. It's obvious you're one of the few who take care of their appearance. Tell me, do you oil your skin to get it looking so plump and soft?' Alexander asked, chatting away for the sake of simply talking. Perhaps he even enjoyed the sound of his own voice.

 

The hotel they stopped in front of was well lit with freshly painted lampposts glowing out the front. It was perhaps less reputable than other hotels but it did its best to put on a charming front. Standing under one of the lamposts was a finely dressed woman who'd been painted up with all the latest colours. She looked at the two as they approached and offered to partake in a threesome... for a few coins, of course. Anyone who stood under a lamppost at night was obviously selling something. Alaxander politely held up his hand, pulled Dietrich to him and nipped at the man's ear to show that he'd already acquired some entertainment for the night.

 

'Greetings, Mr Orchid,' the woman at the counter said as they approached. 'Will you be needing anything tonight?'

 

'Bring me a bottle of your finest liqueur. Have the server knock and leave it outside. Nobody else is to approach my room until I leave,' Alexander replied.

 

'Certainly! Certainly!' the matron replied.

 

Alexander gave the woman a cheeky wink before practically dragging the priest up to his room. As soon as the door was unlocked, he pushed the man in and locked the door again behind him. The room was as charming as the rest of the hotel, though none of the lights were lit. Alexander must have known his way around very well as he didn't fumble or stumble over anything. When the room was glowing with warm light, Alexander came back to the priest and rested his hands on the man's waist. He leaned in and took a deep breath at Dietrich's neck before sucking softly on the skin.

 

'Tonight, priest, you are all mine. You will please me in every way imaginable if you want the highest donation for your orphanage,' he murmured into that soft skin. Alexander exhaled, heavy and slow, before tracing his lips up to the man's earlobe. 'Strip. Take off all your garments then place your priest's robe back on.'

 

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Fionn, or Artor as he was forced to be called by the cruel man, looked on in horror as the man approached him, having been ordered to restrain himself on the table. His body trembled when he felt the man's fingers, rough both in texture and movement, squeezing and checking his body as if a butcher was checking the meat of the cattle before putting it down and chop it into bits to be sold, and given the look in the man's eyes, Fionn felt what was about to happen may not be that different. He nodded to the man's command regarding him exercising and getting fat, though in truth, he had as little idea about vampire physique as the man in front of him. It wasn't like the one who turned him bothered to give any explanation. Could he get bigger, fatter or more muscular if he eat a lot and exercise? Conversely, could his body wither and shrink if he was deprived of nourishment? Fionn had heard legends about vampires never aging and maintain the looks of a child for centuries, but he'd also heard stories of vampires transforming into bat-like, huge and muscular monstrosities. Of course, those were just stories which parents would tell their children, so there was no telling how much of it were actually applicable to real vampires.

 

Before he could think of what to say, he was bombarded by more questions, about his condition and about his past. It was clear that the man wanted to know every single detail of his life, and out of fear and compelled by an urge to obey, he began to tell his life story, being a normal factory worker with basic education, having lost his job and home after falling victim to alcohol and drug addiction, being forced into prostitution to pay his debts then eventually finding himself in the darkest mines below the city, barely surviving. And just when things started to turn around, he was attacked by someone, who in hindsight, must have been a vampire who decided to feed upon him and turn him into a vampire only to leave him to die under the sunlight as a cruel joke of sorts. He tried to seek help from the only person he thought he could trust, namely the priest Dietrich Merlo, who turned out to be evil and handed him right into the hands of this frightening man. In short, Fionn had no life, no possession, no friend nor family. Like the countless others who found themselves at the bottom of Veleport, nobody would take notice if he simply disappear from the world.

 

Fionn/Artor watched in horror as the man restrained his hands, and brought with him a bucket full of metal skewers, as his vampire senses could smell they gave out the sweet scent of blood despite how clean they looked, which could only mean that they've been bathed in blood so much that the scent got permanently attached to it. His body flinched when he felt the cold metallic touch of the skewer on his neck, down his back and then to his butt. Then suddenly he felt a sharp piercing pain in his left kidney, the sensation was so overwhelming that he couldn't even scream when it happened since he was paralyze by the pain, his eyes and mouth opened up widely and only when the man began to wiggle the skewer did the scream finally came out of his throat, and blood began to seep out of his body though not as much as a wound like that would for a normal human. Instinctively his body wiggled and struggled in vain trying to fight against his restraints, but it was clear that those were made to hold creatures far more powerful than him. Fionn's scream was cut short however when the man added another skewer which pierced his throat, causing him to choke on his own blood, but even that was not the end of Fionn?s suffering, as more skewer were pierced into him. Fionn looked at the cruel man and nodded to his question, admitting to the unprecedented pain all across his body. He knew there was no escape from the man and hoped for death, yet being a vampire meant that dying had became an unobtainable luxury. He could only hope that the man get tired of him soon.

 

 

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Each time Alexander patted on Dietrich's butt his body would jump a little, but he maintained what seemed to be a barely held together calm and an awkward smile, which turned into an expression of surprise when the young businessman's fingers slid between the cheeks of his rear and touched on his hidden pucker. A soft moan escaped the priest's lips and he turned to look at Alexander with an embarrassed frown and muttered: "P... Please Alexander... Not here... Not in the streets..."

 

The walk continued, and Dietrich maintained the act of innocence beauty mixed with carnal lure to perfection. He commented: "Is.. Is that so? I don't really pay much attention to... Things like... Skin care... I used to hate these flesh but if they help me help others... I'd wear it happily..."

 

Eventually they arrived at the hotel, and it was clear that Alexander was a regular customer, and in truth, Dietrich also knew the place pretty well, having been taken here by his prey in a similar manner like tonight, though none of those how worked at the hotel could remember him, as he was always careful about not leaving any traces on his work behind. Shortly after they arrived in the hotel room, and Alexander wasted no time to give the priest orders, and with the two of them finally alone and behind locked doors, Dietrich was finally able to drop the act and showed a sadistic smile saying:

 

"Oh dear Alexander, I don't think so."

 

 

 

Dietrich grabbed onto Alexander's hand with lightening speed, then he sent his magic through his grip into the man's body. As expected he felt some resistance, a typical magical defense found on those who are rich and powerful. Reasonably effective but definitively over-priced in his opinion. In any case it was a piece of cake for Dietrich, and as the defense spell shatter within a blink of an eye, Dieyrich's magic paralyzed the rich man and sent a surge of burning pain across his body.

 

 

Dietrich knelt down beside Alexander who was twitching on the floor in agony and pressed his finger against the man's forehead. His eyes glowed in menacing red as a string of indecipherable sounds came out of his mouth in a chorus of a thousands voices whispering at once. It was a spell which does nothing on its own, but form as the basis of many spells to come. As the spell took root the pain in the man's body also added. Dietrich got up and sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs. With a playful yet unmistakably malicious tone, Dietrich said: "So let's start this thing properly. Take off all your clothes and present your body to me. Front and back. Oh and when you show me your back, don't forget to spread your butt cheeks so I can get a good look."

 

 

 

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Chester was calm and collected while he examined "Artor's" body. He didn't seem to respond to the trembling at all, though he enjoyed seeing it. To him, it was too easy. He wanted a bit of a challenge. Really, the man was more than a little pathetic.* It was no wonder such a weakling had found himself on the bottom of the dung heap. How long could such a creature entertain the werewolf? Other than seeing a miserable hap squirm, the only thing he'd really be interested in was the fact he was a vampire. Chester had never had the chance to experiment on a vampire before and wanted to see one up close. Normally his clan forbade him from interacting with vampires or provoking them, which he did for the most part but that was because they were so darned hard to catch. This one had no loyalties and was not initiated into the vampiric court. They probably didn't even know he existed.

 

With all the skewers intact, Chester flicked a few around in their holes to induce just a little more pain. He would have enjoyed listening to Fionn's screams, they invigorated him, but the gurgling from his throat would be just as good. The werewolf took hold of the skewer going through the man's chest beside his sternum before piercing the side of his heart. He bent it to one side and thick blood poured from the hole. It bled less than a human would have but that wasn't what the powerful creature was interested in.

 

'Good news for you, Artor. You're immune to silver,' Chester said calmly. He pulled the skewer out and examined it. 'You're lucky. I won't need to use these skewers on you again. They're only for werewolves.'

 

With that, Chester began pulling out all the skewers and placing them on the table a few inches in front of Fionn's face so he could smell the blood on them. He stopped at the one in the young vampire's penis and up to his bladder then moved it around a bit. Would the man piss blood if he pulled it out? Chester stood to the side and pulled it out so he could watch the display. He then trailed the skewer up the man's back before standing in front of him. He grabbed a fist full of raven hair and yanked it back so Fionn was forced to look at him.

 

'You're to lick each and every one of these skewers clean or they're going right back in,' the werewolf growled in threat. He held the first one up to Fionn's lips and rubbed them along his mouth so the man could get to every part of the skewer. Out of simple pleasure for cruelty, he shoved the thing deep down Artor's mouth to make him gag before getting onto the next one. He continued like this until each of the skewers were clean to look at then put them all in a bucket and set them aside to clean later. Chester could be heard walking around the room to collect a few contraptions from the racks. The werewolf came to the front of Artor once more.

 

'I hope you're not attached to your fingers,' Chester said in an amused way.

 

In one hand the werewolf held a wrench and in the other he held a filleting knife. He paused there, looking down at Artor as he considered whether he should take the vampire's hand out of the straps or not. It would be easier to get at the knuckles if he held them up but Fionn might struggle.

 

'If you struggle, I'll be sure to do your toes as well,' the naked werewolf growled, though as of yet he was not annoyed in any way. 'I might still do your toes but at least this way you have a chance of keeping them.'

 

After setting down the wrench, Chester unbuckled the strap around Fionn's left wrist. He held it up and examined it before stretching out index finger. He gripped the wrench around the base knuckle and tightened it until it cut off the circulation. He then switched hands so he could use his right hand to cut at the finger. First he made an incision around the finger before slicing through the flesh to the joint. He carved away a wedge of flesh so he could easily see the joint then pressed the point of the filleting blade into the joint between the phalanage and the metacarpal. It was a quick twist and thrust to slice the ligaments, which completed the process.

 

'Eat this,' Chester ordered, holding the index finger against Fionn's mouth. He wiped the fleshy base against the man's lips in hope of horrifying the man just that little bit more. Eventually Fionn would have to eat it. If he was smart, he'd obey. If he was a moron as Chester suspected, the werewolf would have to do other things to get the man to obey. 'Don't be stupid. Think about the position you're in. Do you really want me cutting open your chest and removing your beating heart or would you rather just eat this little morsel?'

 

 

 

* This is Chester's opinion, not mine. I understand why he is the way he is. He's just a normal guy who's come on hard times.

 

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'Oh, please. I'm enjoying myself,' Alexander cooed, thrusting his fingers up against the man's pucker a little harder. He sighed after that and nodded. While he liked to test the boundaries, he did know the meaning of "no". 'Why won't you let me touch you in the streets? I'll make it worth your while. After all, the more I do to you, the more I'll pay you.'

 

'Oh? Have you done this before?' the young man asked, looking across at Dietrich with an eyebrow raised. 'That's too bad. With the innocent way you act, I thought I might be the first to defrock you. I'd be disappointed to find out you're little more than a common tart.'

 

'Mmmmmmm!' Alexander hummed as he sucked on Dietrich's earlobe. He paused in his ministrations as he heard what the priest said, or rather, the change in tone. He was certainly unhappy to hear what the man said and he pouted slightly.

 

A second later the rich boy's eyes and mouth were agape in a silent scream. Never had he felt such searing pain before! Never had he experienced more than a scraped knee. A weak, high-pitched whine escaped Alexander as he fell to the floor, his whole body spasming as if fighting off the possession of some foul spirit. As the man pressed his finger to Alexander's forehead, his eyes rolled back. He tried to breathe but his throat was locked tight, leaving him flounder around like a fish on the deck. His whole world was swimming in pain of the likes he never knew existed. When it was over, the witch's victim lay on the ground and let out a soft whine. He licked his lips and was about to say something snarky until he felt himself getting up onto his feet.

 

'What is this?! What?! No! Stop!' Alexander demanded in outrage, even as he began to undress himself. He tried to resist as he tossed his coat aside but he simply couldn't do it. He could still feel but his body would not obey his will. Surely if he was possessed, he'd have felt the ability to control himself.

 

'How are you doing this?! I made top dollar for magical wards to be placed upon me! Your kind shouldn't be able to even touch me!' he announced in frustration. Alexander gritted his teeth and willed his hands to stop unbuttoning himself. He looked down in horror as his shirt was spread wide to reveal his toned, golden body. While he was not muscular and did not have the six-pack abs he would have liked, he did have impressive skin and firm flesh.

 

'I'll have you for this, you know! I'll have you hanging from the gallows for whatever you're about to do!' Alexander shouted. He was starting to sound nervous now, not fully scared and still more than a little outraged but he'd realised that his protected charms had been broken. He would be having a word with the witch who'd cast them, perhaps even have them charged for providing fraudulent protection. With his status, he could charge almost anyone with anything.

 

A peach flush tinted Alexander's cheeks as his shoes, pants and undergarments were stripped off. He tried to cover himself but there his tackle was, hanging freely for Dietrich to see. He had a thick patch of dark hair that ran up to his midriff and his cock was the same golden colour as the rest of him. The man's nostrils flared as he continued to backflip between outraged and nervous until finally his entire body was exposed. He stood in front of the witch, his arms and legs spread wide with nothing to cover his humiliation.

 

'What are you going to do with me?' Alexander asked in a grave tone. He took a deep breath as his body turned around and his hands gripped his arse, parting his cheeks wide to expose his pucker. 'Why are you doing this? If it's the money, I'll donate to your orphanage if you stop right now.'

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Fionn/Artor gurgled as he felt the man wiggling the skewers inside him, causing immense pain. Especially the one near his heart which in addition to the pain, he was also struck by a strange surge of panic and fear, which unknown to him, was his vampire instincts kicking in since the heart was one of the few actual weak points for the creature of the night. Tears, saliva, sweat and blood made a mess of his face as he sobbed and choked in silence. Sure he'd suffered abuse before, beaten, whipped, raped, but nothing like this. He had made mistakes, he'd let his loneliness and frustration got the better of him and lead him to a path of damnation. But hadn't him suffered enough in the brothel and in the mines? Why must he suffer even more? He wanted to curse, he wanted to cry, but even that liberty was robbed from him as the skewer in his throat stopped him from making any sound. Fionn listened to what the man said regarding his supposed immunity to silver, and made a mental note on the matter when he mentioned that the thing was meant for werewolves. Werewolves? They exists? Though his surprise only lasted for a brief moment since now he knew there were indeed monsters hidden in the shadow of Veloport, himself technically being one of them. Could this terrifying man in front of him be one of such creatures? It would certainly explain why he felt horrified when he first laid eyes on him. But the realization of the man's monstrous identity only deepened his despair, since the chance of him getting out of this mess "alive" had suddenly diminished further.

 

Fionn suffered another wave of pain when the man removed all the skewers, blood gushed out of the wounds before the skin around them grew back and closed them, stopping the bleeding. His body shivered when the skewer which went up his penis all the way to his bladder was removed and he pissed out a small string of blood. He would've pissed urine if not for the fact that his bladder was already empty from back in the warehouse. When the skewer in his neck was finally removed he coughed out the lingering blood in his throat, and as his throat healed he was finally able to make a sound, whining and panting pathetically. The smell of his own blood caused a strong reaction from his malnourished body, and as his body trembled and squirmed in hunger he suddenly felt his hair being pulled, and the very skewer coated in his own blood being presented to him

 

"Ah.....ah....ah...gah..." Dictated by his vampyric instinct, Fionn stretched out his tongue hungrily welcoming the metal skewers, licking them hungrily even though he couldn't really gain the power lost from the man's torture from his own blood. Even the fact that the man had pushed them deep down his throat and caused his gag reaction to kick in didn't really stop the young vampire, as the sweet taste of blood numbed the pain throughout his body for a brief moment. But soon it was over, and as the brief high from the blood quickly passed from Fionn's mind, he was reminded of the horrifying circumstances he was in, and he watched in fear as the man left, surely to prepare for the next torture.

 

Fionn squirmed in fear when he realized what the man was about to do. He wanted to beg the man to stop even though that would accomplish nothing. But the dark wizard's spell had made it so he couldn't object to his current owners order, so all he could do was to cry in horror. He looked away and gritted his teeth when he felt the sharp pain from his hand, and when his index finger was removed completely he screamed so loud that it would've destroyed his own vocal cord if not for that fact that he was no longer human. To make matters worse the man then pressed his own severed finger against his lips and demand him to eat it. Naturally he was horrified, but then the alternative provided by the man was even more horrifying. Compelled by the spell to obey, and his own vampyric survival instincts, he reluctantly opened his mouth and swallowed his own finger. He looked at the man and hoped that his obedience would earn some semblance of mercy.

 

 

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Dietrich enjoyed the strip show Alexander was forced to put on for him, and his empty threats just made the whole thing more enjoyable. Dietrich crossed his legs and rested his head on his hand and smiled: "What am I going to do to you? I don't know Alexander, what do you think? What am I going to do with a naked man presenting his ass to me? As for the why... well let's just say that one of your many enemies got lucky and managed to find someone who could actually get to you. Oh don't bother trying to buy your way out of this, cause it's not really about money. It's about me enjoying my work."

 

Dietrich chuckled as he saw the mixture of fear and anger on the young entrepreneur's face, and he was just about to make another command when they heard a knock at the door. Before Alexander to say anything or cry for help Dietrich commanded: "Be quiet!" Then he changed the tone of his voice and asked: "What is it?"

 

There was a short silence at the door, as the staff was clearly expecting Alexander to answer the door. Then the voice of a young man came from outside: "It's the whine Mr Lindt ordered, sir."

 

Dietrich tilted his head and thought about the situation, then a devious smile came to his face as he got up: "Coming!" Dietrich said joyfully and walked towards the door, unlocking it and turned the doorknob. As the door opened Dietrich could see the cordial smile on the young hotel staff's face changed into one of shock, since the sight of Alexander standing there fully naked was clearly visible over Dietrich's shoulder.

 

"I.... I'm sorry sir I didn't..." the young man began to panic, but before he could turn away Dietrich leaned close and whispered something in the young man's ear. Suddenly all expression vanished from the young man's face and his vision became unfocused, as if he'd entered a trance.

 

"Now come on in kid." Dietrich smiled as he took the bottle of whine from the man's hand, taking the bottle opener and pulled out the plug himself. He closed and locked the door behind them and said: "Answer my questions truthfully kid, what's your name?"

 

"It's... Jack... sir... Jack Anderson" The staff replied.

 

"Good Jack, now tell me... what do you think of that guy over there?" Dietrich asked.

 

"You mean Mr Lindt?"

 

"Yes, Jack, Mr Alexander Xavier Lindt." Dietrich said while waving his head from side to side dramatically: "What do you think of him?"

 

"I.... I think he's a prick.... a spoiled... brat.....but..."

 

"Go on?"

 

"He's.... actually pretty hot so that kind of... makes up for that..."

 

"So what do you want to do to him?"

 

"I want to.... fuck him in the ass..."

 

"Well then Jack today is your lucky day! Take off all your clothes." Dietrich smiled as he turned back to Alexander and commanded: "Oh you can speak now, get on your knees and use your mouth to make his dick hard."

 

Following Dietrich's orders, the barely conscious young waiter stripped down his uniform and revealed a pretty average body, though rather pale and hairy. The same could be said for his member which was half buried under the clearly untended bush. Meanwhile Dietrich grabbed a chair and sat down so he could watch the pride rich boy service a nobody.