Midnight mansion-chapter one. Alder meets siatra
Young human faces stared out of the cages, covered in dirt and cuts from the slavers whips. An anthro Jaguar slowly walked between the cages, head bowed to keep from raking across the low ceiling as he went along. A large black cloak was stretched across his form, hiding the silk shirt that covered his broad, toned chest, and silk pants that covered his legs. Feet were bare, but clean. A little too clean for walking down the halls of the market. A long leather whip trailed off behind him from his right hand, the tip carrying 4 single strands for training. "Who shall I pick tonight?" He asked quietly, looking down to a small 16 year old slave, brought in the day before from her family. His question was met with a few screams from the blood dolls down the hall, hoping to escape the wrath of the vampires when they came down for a morning snack.
The girl spit out at him, remaining silent as the large ball of saliva and snot hit the slaver square on his foot-paw. The jaguar sent a harsh crack to her head, sending her dome back against the wall. Her vision left her instantly as she fell over into the stained, stone floor, blacking out from the force of both impacts.
The Jaguar male unlocked the cage before quickly pulling the limp form from the cage, hoisting her over his shoulder before walking back down the hall paying no mind to the screams of the other slaves. A small smile stretched across his maw as he joined back up with his weakened companion. "Milady... I've chosen a proper slave for you... She should last longer than one meal..." He said in a low tone, bowing his head in submission to the cloaked figure. "I am pleased Alder... but I must ask you to wash the filth from your paws before entering my quarters..." The figure replied before swiftly walking through the door, claws clicking against the floor as she went. Hood falling down allowing her long crimson locks to escape the red silken cloak and drag along the stone floor as she moved up to her room,. Jaguar following a few feet behind.
The young girl awoke, shaking her head lightly as she looked around the dark room. A soft groan escaping her lips as she looked to the few candles sitting on the bed table beside the large king sized bed she was chained too. A small blanket lay across her, covering her form from her collar bone to her upper thigh. Hair had been chopped off to expose her neck to her new mistress, body covered in a cleaning mixture to remove the filth from the cages to keep the female's room clean.
After her eyes had become accustomed to the meager candle light in the room she noticed the cloaked figure in the corner of the room, a silver object moving through his digits as he watched over her. "Finally awake I see..." He said quietly, rising to his feet as he slowly moved over to the bed. Upon closer inspection the item seemed to be a handless knife of some sort causing a bit of fear to sink into the girl's mind. She remained silent as she stared up at him, slowly letting her head back down into the feather pillow beneath her. "I'm here to train you... for my own use... Seems Milady does not want a female blood doll..." He said slowly, bending down to lay a soft lick to her cheek, testing her limits, whip in hand. The girls eyes grew wide, seeing his whip she remained still, cringing at his touch. "B-Blood doll?" She asked after a moment, a knot in her throat causing her to stutter lightly.
"Yes a blood doll... but I'll have more uses for you rather than a blood doll.. Although you might become one for me." He whispered softly into her ear, nibbling on her lobe softly as he shed his cloak before climbing to sit his form atop hers. "And you'll enjoy most of what I'll use you for..." He added quietly, slowly moving the cloth away from her torso and stomach. Soft whimpers continued to emit from her, head shaking lightly to his actions. "P-Please... I'm begging you.." Tone muted in compare to the purrs pouring from deep inside his chest. "You want me too? Oh.. And I thought you'd never ask." He said, an ingenious grin falling across his lips. Swiftly moving form atop her form he shed the blouse he wore, along with the silken pants. No undergarments were worn, seeing no need for them. His shaft remained unsheathed, having been born without one. He only smiled at her screams, watching as she struggled against the chains holding her to the bed, keeping her legs spread wide for any that wish for pleasure from the undisciplined human. Wrists were rubbed raw as she struggled, causing him to shake his head in disgust at her actions. "Stop before you hurt yourself, pet." She cringed lightly as he sent a light crack of his whip to her stomach, blood dripping down her side. "My name's not pet." She objected through clenched teeth. "What is it you prefer me to call you then?" He asked, tone a bit too charming for his future plans. "Siatra..." She mumbled quietly, aiming him up to send another lump of saliva toward him but his fingers closed around her lips. "I'll call you Siatra if you want... but if you ever spit at me again you had better pray to your insignificant god before doing so." He threatened, sending a low, rumbling growl from his chest. She whimpered quietly, nodding as she tried to push her upper thighs together. "S-Sorry..." She mumbled an apology, tears of fear running down past her temples as she felt him climb back over her, running his cold nose down between her breasts. "Your skin is soft Siatra... I can't wait until I break you in." He said quietly, pressing the head of his shaft to the entrance to her rump. His head was held about 6 inches above hers, a devious grin playing at the edges of his maw.
Using a harsh thrust he pushed into her virgin form, a deep purr emitting from his chest. Her screams only making it more pleasurable on his part. Sure, he preferred the screams of a male over a female, but she would have to do for the night. "Stop it!" She screamed, wrists beginning to bleed from her struggling, his claws beginning to dig into her waist as he bent down over to her neck. "I'll only stop... when you stop...." He whispered quietly to her, resting his shaft deep within her rump for a few moments, running his fangs across her skin getting ready to feed as he did every night. But he had one last thing to decide, to kill, or not to kill. He bit down into her neck, fangs reaching her jugular vein with a purr, thrusts beginning at a fast, harsh pace. A loud scream emitted from her, form pushing up into his in pain. "Please! I'm too young to die!" She screamed, his form pressing down against hers holding her down into the mattress. His tail curling up around her waist to hold her still, measuring her heart beat as well. Pet... you aren't going to die... you'll be changed... He pressed into her mind, most of the recent slaves he had used had been told this, but it had been a lie. But he had to keep this one, train her into the "perfect" slave. He would drink for only a moment longer, pulling away from her neck harshly to force the wound open. Siatra was barely able to emit a whimper, hues already beginning to dim as death moved closer every moment he waited. "I give you no choice over life and half-life..." He mumbled quietly, digging his claws into his wrist before forcing her lips to part without much effort before forcing a large amount of his blood before allowing his wound to close.
"Come to me and let her rest..." A voice rang out from the doorway, but it held no gender. It only waited a moment before slamming the door shut and moving swiftly to the male and pulled him out and away from the female. "How dare you!" The figure roared, throwing him against the wall, yellow hues beneath the crimson hood narrowed as they watched him huddle in the corner as he had when he was a boy. "Milady.. I was only making my.." His words were cut off by a sharp slap to the face. "You know I did not want her in my room.. Let alone in my blood line! Alder... you have disgraced me..." The form muttered quietly, shaking her head in disgust as she looked to the female on the bed. "I shall let you keep her.. And keep her in my room for a price...." Alder nodded, slowly rising to his feet. Head bowed in submission, auds flicking at the few sounds from the female on the bed, mostly groans as the transformation slowly began. "I understand Milady..." He mumbled quietly, tilting his head to the side for her but that wasn't want she wanted. She turned him around, pushing him against the wall. After three hundred years together, he had never known she was not a true female. "You are a slave that has never been used for pleasure, and yet, you insist on using others like you for that purpose.. Let me show you what that feels like..." The cloak was quickly shed, as well the dress that rested underneath it. She would press the small sheath the possessed against the male's tail hole causing him to whimper quietly, shaking his head. "I don't di.." She shushed him with a soft kiss to the neck, pressing her fangs against his flesh. "You do... You know you do...Just as much as I diserved it when it happen to me by my sire.." She whispered quietly in his neck, giving him no time to answer before biting down and forcing herself into him after allowing herself some time to extend from her sheath. Alder whimpered quietly but did not fight it, he would take the pain without screaming, atleast he hoped he could.
She would push herself into him slowly, trying to make it as painless as she could at first, taking slow, small drinks of his blood. "Milady... I beg for mercy..." He whimpered quietly, digging his claws into the wall. She only shook her head and slowly began to pull from him, pushing in a bit faster this time.
[Meanwhile...]
Siatra fought in her sleep, restless as she seemed to be floating down through darkness, mouth, throat, stomach, everything on fire! And hot, it was so hot. She would whimpers, growls, hearing hearts beating. She was thirsty, but water wouldn't do it, she could taste blood at her lips but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Sweeter blood. Human blood. She was being stretched out, hands touching her everywhere, paying no mind to the human morals she thought she still lived by. Hair being pulled, teeth pulled to let the new grow in.
Then razors appeared, barely visible in the darkness but her vision slowly began to fade in. Red figures were all around her, flying above her, nipping at her, burning her, hurting her. Hair was slowly getting pulled from her head, but it only extended, grew darker as did her eyes. Suddenly, she lost all sight of this and awoke with a pounding head ache, hearing the panther's whimpers she looked up to watch the two with wide eyes.