Collared and Cuffed

Collared and Cuffed

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

After months of lingering in the same Market, the Vampyre Kristen is claimed and introduced to a world of pain, pleasure, and primal carnage. Warning. WIll contain gore, blood, scenes of violence.

Summary

After months of lingering in the same Market, the Vampyre Kristen is claimed and introduced to a world of pain, pleasure, and primal carnage.

Warning. WIll contain gore, blood, scenes of violence.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Collared and Cuffed

Author Chapter Note

After months of lingering in the same Market, the Vampyre Kristen is claimed and introduced to a world of pain, pleasure, and primal carnage. Warning. WIll contain gore, blood, scenes of violence.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 28, 2014

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Life began for Kristen at eighteen years old. Baring a heedful off long, blonde hair and big green eyes, the girl was set apart from the rest of the crowd that hovered in the D/s market. It was a lounge as well as a market for seeking new subs, pets and the like, so Kristen was allowed to make herself comfortable while she waited. She was here looking for a Master, one that would care for her, and punish her, in all the best ways. Though at her age, innocence was something that was still in tact.

Kristen was a virgin.

To Kristen, her virginity wasn't something all that important. It was just something that was only going to hold her back from getting a good owner, let alone impress someone. Kristen sat upon one of the many pillows lining the market’s floor, in the centre of the room. Around the pillows thrones were dotted about, between each of those, a small armchair with chains and cuffs attached. Kristen’s pale skin, freckle-splattered, was fitting in the low light of the room.

There were a couple of people here, the room’s owner, a woman with dark hair, high cheekbones and a leather clad body. A Mistress, no doubt. Kristen had not been asked to speak, so she sat quietly, looking about her at the others. In the room, as well as the firm looking woman, sat two men. One of them with a light brown head of hair, blue eyes and a scarf, whilst the other sat quietly, his mouth a line of discomfort and annoyance. Both of the men had all but ignored her existence.

Letting out a breath, Kristen settled on her pillow, her knee’s tucked under her in a kneeling position, her hands in her lap. She looked down at them. They were pale, and lacked warmth. Kristen was no human, in fact, she was far from it. It had been a while since she HAD been human. It was a shame, sometimes. A lot of the Master’s she’d seen wandering the markets had been after innocent human or similar beings to use as blood dolls or sex toys. Humans bled more and emanated more fear, which most fed upon. This was a world of demonic, and unique beings.

Footsteps sounded from the entrance, signalling another person, be it Master or submissive, had entered the room. Kristen was sure the new person was probably another submissive to add to the still-growing group of people sat upon pillows, slouching, whilst others sat too straight and tried too hard.

The room owners voice called out, firm, demanding. “Welcome. Your status?” She knew what she was doing and it was no surprise to Kristen. After all, you needed authority and to be sure of yourself to run a place like this.

A man’s voice responded to her. Mysterious, dark. It sent shiver’s down Kristen’s spine, and she forgot her place for a moment, looking over her shoulder. “Master.” The male’s voice boomed, throaty, guttural. It was a strange combination of chalk and cheese.

“Take a throne.” The woman told him, leaning back in her throne and throwing a stern glance to Kristen which told her to look back at her hands. The other sub missive’s had looked up , too, they too noticing and taking interest in the new Dominating male voice that had boomed about the room. Kristen couldn't blame them. An unneeded breath escaped her as she lowered her head, looking at her hands again.

From the corner of her eye, Kristen watched the male make his way to one of the thrones, being picky about it. He seemed careful of which one he took; seeing as a lot of them had had males in them before himself. After a while of picking the cushions on a couple of the thrones, he finally decided on one, and sat his tall form down on it. Kristen, in her place, could only see his shoes, already curious to his appearance and his scent. She doubted he would take much interest in her though.

Apparently he was settled. Kristen heard a creak as he leant back in the throne, sighing. “Ah. Better.” He spoke. Once more guttural and primal. It wasn't likely he was a human; he even sounded demonic, which wasn't always a good thing - as common as demons were in this market.

“You.” The room’s owner called, pointing a long finger in Kristen’s direction. Kristen bowed her head softly, her voice soft but nerve-ridden. She wasn't used to being addressed, let alone by someone in as high a place as the room owner. “Yes, Miss?” Kristen responded, keeping her head low, and her eyes downcast. She knew better than to meet a Mistress’s eye, or to look up at her when being spoken to. It was the sub missive’s way. “Bring me another pillow.” The woman demanded. It was not a question. Kristen took a deep breath in, not that it was needed. She stood up, standing at only five foot nine, clothed in a pink sweater and a white shirt, the collar of which was pulled up over the neck of the sweater and folded down onto it neatly. Black jeans coated her legs, no shoes. Just socks. Her figure was slim, and the pants didn't do her behind much justice. “Yes, Miss.” She spoke softly, but not wanting to be too quiet, rose her voice a bit to make herself heard.

Kristen moved to the spare cushion pile, taking from it the best looking one, and made her way toward the room’s owner, her head low, eyes downcast. Finally reaching the woman, she kneeled upon both knee’s, offering the pillow near her chest. “Here you are, Miss. Can this one get Miss anything else?” She asked gently as the Mistress pulled the cushion from her hands and got up, sitting on it. The old cushion was placed in Kristen’s hands, and she snapped her fingers. “Take that one back, and then offer refreshments.” She demanded.

Getting up from her kneeling position on the floor Kristen made her way to the other side of the room, but soon felt chills up her spine at the feeling of eyes upon her. Male eyes. The newest Master was watching her, and she was well aware of it. Placing the cushion back in the old cushion pile , Kristen made her way toward the two Master’s that had been here the longest. She kneeled down, in the same way she had done for the Room’s owner, bowing her golden head. Her green eyes remained downcast, and she addressed the male’s as she would with any other Dominant. “May this one get the Sir’s anything?” She asked gently, her hands upon her thighs, palm side down.

“No no..” One muttered, shaking his head and momentarily taking interest in the mane of golden hair that was hers. The other waited for him to finish speaking before speaking himself. “No, thank you. “ With a nod, Kristen got up to make her way toward the newest male with a murmur of: “Thank you Sirs.”

Upon arriving at the male’s throne, Kristen lowered herself to her knee’s again, looking down at his feet. “ May this one get you anything, Sir?” She questioned gently, inhaling a little in attempt to catch his scent. There was no need. The scent that hit her was one of burning, dried flowers, and lust. That was what had sent the chills down her spine, made the hairs rise on the back of her neck. He took a while to answer her, apparently considering something, or her. She couldn't tell when all she could see were his shiny boots. Up close, the voice that responded was like a rich primal purr in her ears. Demonic, alluring. “I thirst for crimson nectar.” He murmured, obsidian eyes looking down at a head of liquid sun.

Kristen would have turned red if she had been able to. Her lips went dry. “If Sir would allow it, this one can provide that.” She responded quietly, her eyes hidden by her hair, head still lowered. Her hands had gone a little clammy in the anticipation. He might not even take her up on the offer. Kristen had never actually been bitten, and was torn between being curious, excited, and scared.

It wasn't long before the primal purr that was the male’s voice responded to her, and a large, firm hand settled upon her shoulder, tugging her up. It soon slipped under her arm, around her waist, until she found herself sat upon his knee, one leg on either side, her crotch pressed against it. In her surprise she forgot to lower her head and not look at him- in turn getting a good look at his face. His skin was as white as paper, his lips full but expressionless, rogue and dry. A mass of raven coloured hair fell down his head, almost but not quite covering a pair of obsidian swirling with purple eyes that looked down at her expectantly. Raising her gaze, even though she knew better, Kristen gasped at the sight of three pairs of horns atop the man’s head. Each one was smaller than the last, but they looked lethal.

Her gaze traveled down a well-formed chest clothed in violet and black silk, down his pants and then to the floor. A skeletal tail rested curled around one of the thrones legs. Kristen’s gaze quickly snapped back to his leg. She bit down on her lip, closing her eyes. “I-I apologize, Sir I..” She mumbled, cringing backwards with an expectancy to be hit for disrespect. To her surprise, she wasn't struck. Instead, she felt a large hand rest atop her head, patting softly. “Don’t fret. “

The same hand moved her hair aside, exposing her neck. “Don’t struggle. “ He murmured and leant forward, causing Kristen to gasp with the high exposure to his scent. Soon enough she felt needle-like teeth puncturing her flesh; and a sucking motion was applied. The male’s hand found the center of her back, lowering to the small of it. Unable to help herself, Kristen let out a slight hiss of pain and tensed, soon told off with the male’s claw-like nails digging into her flesh. Though immortal, she could still feel pain. But pain felt good. Too good.

After a while Kristen relaxed into the feeling, wondering when or if the man would stop. It wasn't like she didn't have enough blood, since it regenerated every so often, replacing the already dead cells lost. Teeth finally left flesh, leaving two very noticeable puncture wounds upon the pale canvas that was her neck. The male looked down at her, observing. She couldn’t see the expression on his face. “You’re a good girl.” He murmured, wiping blood from his dark lips. “I think I’ll keep you.” And it was as simple as that. Around her neck, Kristen felt placed a leather collar, not too tight, but comfortable. “Come come.” He murmured, offering a bow of the head to the room owner, and placed Kristen on the ground, where she stood and bowed her head too before following after him with her head low. This was it. She finally had an owner. But how long would it last?


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