Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire

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by Candace Blevins

But then the clothes this woman had brought… I’d never felt such luxurious fabrics. I was someone else when I put them on. Someone from a magazine. Fancy. No, not just fancy, but stylish and sophisticated, and no one had ever used those words to describe me before.

  Someone else came as we were finishing, and this man set me up in one of the huge bathrooms, in a fancy chair he had someone bring in. Two hours later, my hair was a different color, and cut so I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. It wasn’t that much shorter, but it framed my face, and it moved like strands of silk instead of hair.

  I’ve always considered myself attractive — not ugly and not beautiful — with a decent figure.

  The girl looking back at me in the mirror was gorgeous.

  And then he did my makeup, and I started crying. My mother didn’t wear makeup. My father had died when I was young, and we’d lived in the Alpha’s guesthouse. She’d cleaned his house when she wasn’t homeschooling me, or servicing the wolves in the Alpha’s favor. There had never been extra money — anything we got, the Alpha bought for us. His wife hated us being close, but she didn’t dare speak out against us in front of him. When he wasn’t around, though, she was horrible.

  I couldn’t really blame her, once I grew up and learned the Alpha fucked my mom more than he fucked his wife.

  I’d never had nice clothes and never worn makeup. The other RTMC hookers had tried to show me how to use it, but I’d just looked like a clown.

  This man, though, had transformed me into someone else.

  When I burst into tears, he started fussing at me about messing up all of his work.

  “Then you’ll do it again, little man,” my Master said. I hadn’t heard his approach, but now he leaned on the doorframe. “It’s just makeup, it’s meant to be washed off.”

  He walked to me and looked down at me as I cried. He showed no emotion, and yet I sensed he wasn’t angry. “Why are you crying, my little Queen?”

  “I had no idea I could be… this person!” I turned toward the mirror and stared at the stranger. I still couldn’t see the beautiful woman looking back as being me, and I wondered if Master was fucking with my mind.

  “No, my little Queen, you’re seeing you, without my influence. All I’ve done is pay a beautician to show you the possibilities.”

  The make-up person handed me a tissue and I blew my nose and tossed it towards a small, fancy, trash receptacle.

  My Master sighed and told me, “If you stay with me, you’ll learn all the manners of society’s elite, and someday I’ll take you to a function your old Alpha has been invited to, and he’ll see you as the powerful socialite you’ll have become.”

  I shook my head. “If I’m yours, Master, I won’t have any power.”

  “Not over me, or over my Master, but I’ll be certain you have it over anyone else you wish. Within reason, of course. Our political allies will become yours as well, and you’ll have to learn how to keep them on our side.”

  He touched my nose. “Here’s a rule. From this point forward, we don’t refer to him as your old Alpha. We refer to him as Bobo. I cut all ties to him — you don’t have to worry about him knowing when you say his name, but I like the idea of giving him a silly one.”

  I liked the idea, too, and I smiled. His name was Robert, so Bobo was kind of perfect. We could be clear who we were talking about, but ridicule him and denigrate him by doing so.

  “Why are you being nice to me, Master?”

  “I’ll hurt you again later, but your days won’t all be about pain. I’ve discovered happy slaves work a lot harder than unhappy ones, and sometimes it’s fun to help the underdog make their way to first place.”

  First place? I shook my head. “I’d never want to be an Alpha, Master.”

  “Didn’t say you would. Now that you’ve quit crying, it’s time for you to learn to do your own makeup. He’ll talk you through it a few times. Today, you need to learn everyday makeup and date-night makeup. You can learn the other kinds later. I sense your hunger, but you’ll have to wait a little for me to feed you.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “I’ve put a basket with your name on it in the refrigerator. Don’t eat any food unless it’s in your basket. You’ll also find a cabinet shelf with your name on it. If you eat another human’s food without their permission, their Master can punish you. I’ll show you your room later, and there’s a small refrigerator in there for your snack food. The items in the kitchen are primarily for when you wish to cook. We keep a spice cabinet and a few other spaces marked ‘communal’, and you’re welcome to the items in these places. When something runs low, make a note of it in the pantry — you’ll see the list on the board — and it’ll be restocked.”

  “You went to the grocery store while he did my hair and makeup, Sir?” I couldn’t imagine this powerful vampire doing something so mundane as grocery shopping.

  He smirked. “No, I sent someone.” His gaze turned to the man who’d done my hair and face. “You have an hour to teach her how to do her makeup, and then I’m taking her out. I expect her to look presentable to be seen in high society when you finish with her.”

  Chapter Eight

  Gavin

  As luck would have it, I’d been invited to a big charity function tonight. Queenie wasn’t ready for society’s elite quite yet, but with me coaching her telepathically, I thought she’d do okay. We arrived late and we only had to talk to the people at our table — which had the added benefit of making everyone else curious about her.

  I was in a black rayon suit with a black shirt and black tie, and she was stunning in a clingy red dress and red heels, with streaks of sunlight woven into her hair by the magic of modern-day chemicals.

  I’d known she’d be a knockout. And with my help, she’d make the change back to human with the same hair and nails.

  She had trouble with the heels, so I partially levitated her until she seemed to glide across the floor. We’d work on walking in them properly, later.

  I gave her an auction paddle, and telepathed when she should bid, and how much. As soon as the dinner and auction were over, we left before anyone could talk to us too much. To anyone watching, she had money and she’d done this before — but only because she’d followed my telepathic instructions to the letter. Such a good little wolf.

  I’d keep her a mystery until it was time to reveal her in all her glory, but she had much to learn, first.

  Chapter Nine

  Queenie

  By the time Master took me back to the motel for our forty-eight hour check-in, there was no doubt I’d stay the entire week.

  He’d hurt me bad when we’d come home from the charity auction — he’d used his belt, a whip, and he’d even cut into me with a knife and then licked me like a damned Popsicle. He hadn’t let me change until I was close to death, but in a crazy, fucked-up way… it brought us closer.

  He took me to what he informed me would be my room, and pulled an iron shackle on a metal chain out from under the bed. The inside of the steel was padded, and it nestled my ankle as he locked it on.

  “This will give you enough length to get to the bathroom in my suite, and you have snacks and drinks in your refrigerator. I have a date tonight, and I don’t know if we’ll go back to his place or mine.”

  At my surprise, he said, “Gender doesn’t matter to me. People are people, and everyone has holes to fuck. The point is, if we come back here there’s a chance we’ll make use of you, and I expect you to be on your best behavior. He isn’t as strong as me, but you’ll let him dominate you as long as his instructions don’t contradict mine. You have permission to block him from your mind, but he’ll have access to any other part of your body he wants.”

  He waited for me to nod and say, “Yes, Master,” before he continued.

  “If you get chilly while I’m gone, get under the covers. You aren’t allowed clothing of any kind this evening.” He nodded towards the bedside table. “I’ve left four books on etiquette and manners, as well as
two fiction books I feel give a good representation of how upper society works. Read whichever you want, but you’ll need to get through all six in the coming days, and know them well enough when I quiz you on them. Fair warning — you’ll accept punishment for the questions you can’t answer correctly. Let me know as you finish a book. If you have questions as you read, make a note so you can ask me before I start testing you.”

  * * * *

  I was asleep when Master came home with his date, the open book resting on the bed. I’d intended to stay awake until I finished the chapter on small talk, but had apparently failed.

  “On your knees, August, while I bring us our treat,” I heard him order from his bedroom.

  You’ll call me Master tonight, not Sir.

  I understand, Master. I’ll behave.

  Of course you will. I haven’t punished you yet, but I’m certain you know it’ll be bad if I’m forced to — you just don’t know how bad.

  “A few rules for the evening,” he said, switching to voice. “You won’t speak unless asked a direct question. You’ll defer to August as Sir, and you’ll remain in human form unless I change you.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He’d brought a key, and he unlocked my shackle as he asked how much reading I’d managed. I told him, and when he didn’t respond, I dropped to my knees to say, “I’m sorry if I displeased you, Master. I fell asleep while I was reading.”

  He touched the top of my head and ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m quite pleased, my little wolf. You couldn’t have known the shackle was magical and would shrink to fit whatever form you took, but would only allow one change, so I’d see you as wolf when I returned. And yet, you didn’t shift to wolf in an attempt to escape it. I wanted you in it, and you stayed. This pleases me greatly.”

  He stepped back and nodded towards my refrigerator. “Drink a bottle of water and then come to us. Kneel in the doorway when you arrive, until you’re invited in.”

  Master was vigorously fucking the other vampire’s ass when I kneeled in the doorway. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to watch, or should lower my gaze, but I couldn’t look away. Master was beautiful, in a terribly evil sort of way. If he were in a movie you’d assume he’s the bad guy, and not just because he wears a lot of black clothes and has black hair. Even now, naked, he looked wicked scary.

  I wasn’t terribly turned on, at first, until Master let me feel what the other vampire felt, and let me hear his thoughts. He was being held down by Master’s power — no physical restraints needed, and the other vampire was just beginning to explore his bisexuality. He was bored with life, looking for new experiences. He’d enjoyed sex with men when he’d been in the dominant role, but wasn’t sure about whether he liked submitting to another man. He’d gone out on a date with Gavin a few weeks ago, though, and hadn’t figured out a politically correct way to end things.

  And Master wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

  I lowered my head so no one would see my smirk, but Master knew even before it crossed my face.

  Someday, perhaps I’ll let you Top him, but not today, cunt.

  I’ll be whatever you need me to be, Master.

  Hmmm, on second thought, perhaps we’ll see how the evening progresses.

  A few minutes later, I realized Master wasn’t allowing the other vampire to orgasm. He wanted to, and was just on the edge, but Master had the vampire on a different sort of leash.

  Chapter Ten

  Gavin

  I pulled out of August’s ass and pulled an armless wooden chair to the center of the room, just below the foot of the bed.

  “August, come sit your ass on my cock. Cunt, grab the flogger from the bed and give it to me once he’s seated, then bend over the foot of the bed.”

  I let August flog the little she-wolf, and his movements made him ride me in an odd sort of dance I thoroughly enjoyed. This arrangement worked more to August’s liking, but I still wasn’t about to let the bastard come. When he got close, I passed his orgasm to Queenie, and took great pleasure in forcing her to come from the pain.

  By the time I tired from the little game, Queenie’s ass and thighs were a deep red with splotchy purple bruises, and her screaming and crying had me wanting to throw someone to the ground and fuck them into oblivion.

  She hadn’t said any words with the intent for me to hear them, though — aloud or telepathically — and I was impressed.

  Also, the little cunt had come so many times, she’d be begging me not to give her anymore if I hadn’t forbidden her from speaking.

  I was pleased, and it was time to put August in his place while giving the cunt a reward. She had no idea how much power she held.

  “Both of you stand and face each other. August, when I give the okay, you may order the cunt to do whatever you wish, though you’ll be on your own to enforce your law. You’ll have five minutes with her, without my interference. If you can come in that amount of time, you’ll get off. Otherwise, it’s doubtful you’ll find release before the sun rises.”

  And to my little wolf, I telepathed, You’re no longer under orders to obey him. If you can overpower him mentally, you can have your own fun with him. Permission to speak at will, and unless he can enforce it, you don’t have to call him Sir.

  I made a small scene of moving to my Queen Anne’s chair and propping my ankles on the footstool before flourishing my arm and saying, “Five minutes. Begin.”

  “On your knees and blow me for starters.” August was so certain she’d do as she was told, he didn’t put any power behind his voice. When the cunt just looked at him, he put power in his gaze before he said, “Now, girl.”

  Queenie crossed her arms over her chest a few seconds, and then opened her arms. I could sense her drawing energy into herself before she tilted her hands to make the most of the power and told him, “No, Gus, I think you’re the one who needs to kneel.”

  Had she poked in his head enough to see how much he hated being called Gus, or had it been a guess? I stayed out of her head for now because I wanted her to do this on her own, but I’d need to find out later. For now, I watched as Gus fought to stay standing, and lost. His body obeyed while his mind rebelled, and I put a wall up so he couldn’t telepath to me.

  I’d told him he was on his own.

  Queenie looked at me while holding him on his knees, and I smiled at her to show my approval.

  “Master, can you teach me how to use the whip he used on me?”

  I shook my head. “Let’s save those lessons for another time, but feel free to practice on him now. You can’t kill him with it, he’ll heal.”

  When the five minutes were up, August was trying not to cry because Queenie hadn’t spared him, and now his ass and thighs looked much like hers. She’d wrapped a lot in the beginning, and there were a few bloody knots on his hips and the sides of his legs.

  He was pissed and humiliated at being bested by a wolf, and was still trying to fight her, but she was easily holding him down. His tears were a combination of his frustration and pain, and his cock began to wilt, but as soon as Queenie noticed, she ordered it back to hard.

  Most creatures on the planet decide who Tops and who bottoms based on their particular kinks. However my race of vampires cannot submit to someone weaker than us. It’s both physically and mentally impossible. As long as I was giving the orders, he was submitting to me, so he could whip her because they were both under me. However, as soon as I withdrew and she unleashed her power, it was all over for him.

  The moment I said, “Time’s up,” my little wolf stepped to me and dropped to her knees as she said, “Thank you, Master.”

  I ran my hands through her hair, pleased. “You’re welcome, cunt.”

  I had no idea.

  I know. If you stay with me, I’ll eventually let you use my power with others, as well as your own substantial power. However, you have to know you’ll pay the price for it when we’re alone. Being mine won’t be easy, but the rewards will be rich. />
  I was really beginning to like the idea of having a powerful wolf at my side. Someone most of the other vampires would fear nearly as much as they feared me… and they’d fear me all the more, knowing I could control such a powerful creature enough I trusted her when I was dead to the world.

  I finished the evening off with Queenie bent over the bed, August buried in her cunt, and me plundering his ass. Queenie and I had stupendous orgasms, while August was left frustrated and wanting, his cock so hard it was purple and shiny.

  I didn’t drain her dry, but I still fed like a king while August only got a few small sips, fed from my mouth.

  When the sun came up for the day, Queenie was back in the cage, I was in my bed, and I’d sent August to the upstairs, sun-safe dormitory room to bed down for the day. I’d let her stay human today so she could get more reading done.

  Chapter Eleven

  Queenie

  Master had my hair styled and makeup applied professionally again, and now my hair was much lighter, and my eyes made up to look larger.

  When he showed me my new driver’s license and other documents, I understood why — he was having me made up to look more like the identity I was assuming.

  The man who gave me the papers talked to me for three hours about my new identity, detailing and then quizzing me about the life I was assuming. She was a seventeen year old runaway, her mom was a junkie, and her dad had remarried and had hired a private detective to look for her, but didn’t appear to be doing anything else. The vampire had already mind-fucked the private detective, so he was no longer looking in any of the right places.

  “Bottom line, you can’t use your identity anywhere officially until a few months after her eighteenth birthday. I know you want to buy a car and start driving, but you’ll have to wait another five months. She lived in Detroit, so you’re free to use the name casually, just hold off on using her social security number.”

 

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