Anya/Toya/Assassa
Characters need names, don't they?
Questions:
What is His end goal?
His end goal is to have her as His loyal slave, to torture her for His amusement but still be able to trust her to protect Him during the day when He sleeps.
What are His motives?
Get a slave who can take everything He does to her and still survive, even defy or fight back enough to be a challenge. And who has a sexual appetite that can keep up with His.
Where do they go in the story?
owling. or Bowling. Ownling could be fun, lol.
Where can they go at night?
Anywhere they could go during the day. Vampires are in charge, so humans will just have to work nights, too. In fact, with vampires in charge of the business segment of the world, the economy is great, fantastic, even and everyone has a job and is fed and has enough money to go buy what they want. Except Africa. It's still a fucking bloodbath to go there.
What is her end goal?
She knows she cannot run away. He has bitten her, and has control over her willpower to an extent, so He can bring her back if He so desires. She is faced with the choice of Kill Him to escape/choose to submit.
Unless- Does He bite her immediately in a way that He can control her, or does He break her to ensure that she is what He desires before binding her to Him.
What are the Pros and Cons for Him/her being bound mentally other than her unwilling obedience?
To what extent can He control her?
How does His bite bind her? -It can't be everyone He bites, or there would be a mass-takeover planned by vampires to bite all possible people. And then... Holocaust.
Why does He keep being brutal and then gentle, nice, kind to her? Hell, why did He really let her into His bed in the first place?
I'm tired. Good night.
tonight, Masturbation.
tomorrow, research... and maybe a stoya video or two.
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"Bedtime!" He said it in a sing-song fake-happy voice that just killed all of her hope.
He locked her in the box every morning before sunrise. It was like a coffin, only bigger, and with better ventilation. There was no padded lining, like in a coffin, either. It was solid wood, with silver seals and locks, too.
The first time He locked her in (after He had locked that horrible silver anklet onto her right leg) there had been a few newspapers laid in the corner for her, and nothing else. He must have thought it was so funny to treat her like a dog, but keep her in her puny, useless, human form without even the strength of the wolf she normally kept with it. She had tried to fight, but after a full night of struggling and fighting back, she already knew she wouldn't win. She locked her arms around Him as tightly as she could and didn't let go. Both of her shoulders were disconnected before He managed to pry her loose, stuff her into the box, and close the lid. "I'll be back at sunset, it's not like I'm burying you or anything." He'd said as He locked it.
She'd laid awake the whole day, feeling her body heal back, the familiar itching slowly creeping in to tell her she was almost back to normal, and her arms pulling back into their sockets. When she was finally healed, she tested the box for weakness, to see if there were any places she could push open and escape from. There weren't. She fell back down with a sigh and curled up to sleep for a few hours before sunset. When He let her out of it, she found that He had moved the box to the foot of His bed ("Apparently You don't sleep in a coffin during the day," she'd said angrily. He just laughed and told her that in a few hundred years she might not either), and that was where it stayed from that night on.
Now there a few pillows and blankets in the box, and she was getting used to sleeping in human form again. She still fought tooth and nail (No claws like she would prefer using on Him) to stay out. She loved the night but missed seeing the sunrise in the mornings. He used His mind to force her to come to Him this morning. She didn't know why, it wasn't dangerously close to sunrise like it normally was when He used His will to keep her fom fighting. She found herself walking through the bedroom with the box, past it, and down a hallway into a part of the castle He didn't use often. She went into a room she'd never been in before, and there was another box, sitting in front of a pair of glass double-doors that led out onto a large balcony. the shades on the doors were drawn open. Other than the box, the room was completely empty, with a black marble floor. As she walked around in front of the box to get into it (She was partially obeying without being forced out of sheer curiosity), she noticed that the front of the box was glass, and there was a small curtain that could be drawn shut from the inside.
"This is the only window in My castle that faces the sun when it rises."
She didn't fight His mind as much this time, and went wordlessly into the box. Inside the box, she found 2 blankets, 2 pillows, a bottle of water, and a teddy bear. The "floor" was also cushioned. He still locked her in with silver seals. She was amazed, confused, and st the same time delighted. The sunrise was very beautiful, and something she had missed very much over the months she'd been sleeping at the foot of His bed. She cried, and almost felt comfortable sleeping in her skin instead of her fur.
The next morning, her box also was lined with a cushion to sleep on.
He approached her at the meat market. A werewolf is always aroused by the sight, scent or taste of blood, so He simply took advantage of the area. He also poured some fresh human blood onto a rag He kept with Him, just to ensure His success. It didn't hurt that He could manipulate her feelings of lust since He wasn't bound to her, yet. He walked up and bumped into her, pretending not to notice that she was there. She would be aggressive, hungry, and horny, so He would have to appeal to all of her senses. He grabbed her groceries and disappeared into the bushes. She would be confident and follow, ready to assert her dominance over the mere human. She gave chase. She came through the bushes and at the first tree, He raised her lust as much as He could, and held His blood-soaked rag over her face before she could shift. "Here's your food, I just wanted your full attention. I know you're as ready as I am.... Care for a quick shag?" She was instantly intoxicated, both by the emotions and the smell of blood. She stopped dead in her tracks, breathed in deeply, let out a small moan, and opened her eyes again. The cloth was gone before her eyes were open. When she opened her eyes, they were dark with need. In front of her was an average-sized, decently attractive male who wasn't trying to dominate her . The aggression was not the need that was winning. Language took a minute, and she was ripping into His clothing before she found and growled the word: "Yes."
She was on her back and naked seconds after she made sure that her clothing was removed without damage. She pulled Him down on top of her so He only had time to take in a few brief details of her body. She was unshaved, had some delicious looking nipples, and... Her tongue was already in His mouth. As soon as He pushed through her cherry, she got off. She whimpered, growled, and when her eyes weren't rolled back into her head, they were animal. He gave her 30 minutes, and then told her, "My turn." He picked her legs up to put them over His shoulders, and when He did, He clicked the silver anklet closed around her right ankle. His other hand was holding the cloth over her mouth, to keep her both intoxicated and quiet. Her eyes went back human instantly, and she felt the strength leave her. "I hope you enjoyed that, it was the last time you'll come without My permission." She came on Him right then, and He could see the defiance in her eyes.
Perfect.
He gagged her with the blood-soaked cloth, with the wet part in her mouth. It served two purposes: It kept her quiet, and wet. He tucked her under one arm and the groceries under the other. She was ready for a fight, but even then she didn't expect Him to be a vampire. She would have still been able to fight Him off if He hadn't been. He was significantly stronger than her even without the silver. That didn't stop her from trying. He had to stop and catch her again several times before He got back to His mansion.
She was stripped of her clothing from the moment He took her (quite literally, not in the charitable way most people mean when they say it) into His home. He said that if they ever went out, He would let her wear some type of clothing. She still hadn't left His mansion, so she had been forcibly nude for months now.
When He got her back into the house, He dropped her onto the floor in the main hall. She backed away from Him and tried to shift. It didn't work. She tried again. "Stay away from me, I know what You are."
"You won't be able to change with that anklet on. You're only hurting yourself. If anyone is going to hurt you, it's going to be Me."
He moved forward, more quickly than she could, and lifted her easily off the ground.
"Let's have a look at you, shall we?"
She punched Him in the face. It hurt her hand. He laughed, and carried her down a hallway, down two flights of stairs, down another hallway, and into a room with a dirt floor. It was a dungeon. In one look, she knew she was screwed. He took her to a metal (It turned out to be silver-plated of course, the asshole) table and strapped her struggling body face-down to it with thick leather straps attached to each corner. Her arms and legs were tightly held spread. There was a leather covered piece in the middle that jutted up, pushing her hips into the air, exposing her pussy and ass. It was freezing cold. She noticed that there was a drain in the table, and instantly imagined having her throat slit and her body drained just so some vampire could have dinner.
"Please... I have a baby."
He shoved two fingers from each hand into her cunt and started spreading her wide open. He reached bone, and she screamed as her bones barely held together.
"No you don't. You've never given birth. Anything else you want to lie to me about?" She shook her head.
"No? Good."
"I'm going to enjoy shaving you. You need a good bath and shampoo, as well. But that can wait, I have bigger things in store for you right now."
"What bigger-?" She stopped talking when she felt His face beside hers.
"My dick in your ass."
That night, He shaved her with a silver-bladed razor, everywhere she grew hair except for her eyebrows and her head. He also bathed her, and fed on her for the very first time. From the moment He fed on her, she was bound to Him, and if He willed her to obey, she had no choice. The first time He forced her to obey Him with His mind, she told Him "This means nothing." and He knew she was right. But He was willing to earn it, and He would.
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