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+++++++++++++++++ Chapter two 1830 to 1851 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Born of vampire parents Piotor required a pint of blood a month to maintain his health. At one time he had a servant who fulfilled his needs but unlike Piotor she had grown old and died. Now he was forced to kill and feed off people or traders passing through. This was not to his liking as it involved traveling long distances to avoid suspicion. This is his tale.
At about the time of Napoleon's invasion of Russia I saw a rather unique girl in my town. She was in her 20s with a pretty face and thick hair piled on top of her head. I waited for my chance to speak with her and finally my chance came. I was riding my buggy through town when I saw her walking slowly away carrying a large sack.
"Would you like a lift?" I asked.
She replied "Yes, it’s a long way home."
I assisted her up into my buggy and let my horse amble along.
I said "My name is Piotor Vlekensky and I've just moved here from Rumania."
She told me her name was Anne Kortski and her only friend had left to find gold in America. She had been living on her savings but that was nearly gone.
When we reached her house I helped her carry the bag in and she asked if I would like some tea. Not believing my good fortune I accepted. We drank tea in front of the fireplace and she told me her sad story. Her husband had left for America to get rich mining gold. That was two years ago and she hadn’t heard from him or received a letter from him in all that time. I told her some tales of living in Rumania which brought a smile to her face. I invited her to my house for dinner next weekend and she accepted. I think the idea of a free meal was what enticed her. During the week I cleaned my house and concealed my torture devices in the barn. I knew she liked me and I planned to exploit this.
Next weekend I brought her to my house for a dinner which I prepared. Nothing too gaudy but tasty and ample. After dinner I invited her to join me in front of the fireplace for a brandy. We talked and laughed until late at night when both of us were a little tipsy. I stood up and walked behind her chair. I pushed my fingers into the bun on top of her head and whispered “I'd love to let your hair down." With a giggle she reached back with the intention of pulling the pins out but I grabbed her wrists and told her "I'll do it." I then pulled the pins out very slowly while laving gentle caresses to her face, neck and shoulders. She reached back and put her hand over mine as a gesture of affection and appreciation. Her silky, wavy brown hair spilled down her back framing her cheeks and reaching almost to the floor. I was enthralled. I swept her up and took her to my bedroom. We spent most of that night making love. Over the years I had learned how to drive a woman to distraction so I worked hard to please her.
When the sun came up I woke to find both our pillows flooded with her silky hair. What a picture! I had to have her! We spent the next week or so reveling in our libidinous delight. She was grateful for my attentions to her maidenly desires. By the end of a week or so she had come around to looking at me with worship in her eyes. This was a good start at defining my relationship with her. In a small town like this one her disappearance would start questions circulating. But if both of us vanished they would assume we had run off together. I started planning our flight.
Among my holdings was a large brick mansion some days ride from here. It once had a renter but they left and it had been vacant ever since. I decided in a moment to flee like an Arab folding his tent. That night as Anne and I went to bed I waited until she was deep in sleep and reached under it for the ropes I had concealed there. I gently tied her hands behind her back whereupon she woke up puzzled and bleary eyed. Using another length of rope I tied her ankles together securely. With a little fear in her voice she asked "What are you doing?
I replied that "We are setting off for a new life".
I gathered anything I wanted to keep including my favorite furniture and stored it in my big gypsy wagon. The wagon was given to me as payment for a loan the gypsy could not pay back. The rest I burned. I hitched up the two horses and went back into the house one last time. My little tidbit was where I had left her, bound face up on the bed. This would be a good time to reveal my secret. I explained to her that I was a vampire and was in need of a reliable source of blood. She didn't take this too well so I jammed a gag in her mouth and tied it in place with a bandana. I picked her up in my arms and took her to the wagon. She was soon lying on a big pile of blankets with her ankles tied to the side of the wagon. Here she would stay until we were well away from town on our way toward the brick mansion.
After half a day of riding I took pity on her and gave her lunch and a drink of water. I told her if she behaved I would sit her up just behind my seat. She agreed so leaving her gag in place and her wrists and ankles tied, I arranged her just behind me and set off. As we rode along that day I told her of my ancestors and how I was born a vampire often in need of fresh blood. I also dispelled some legends about vampires which I knew were untrue. Such as the one that said if we were exposed to sunlight we would burst into flames or turn into a pile of dust. It’s just not true. I think this one got started because in the olden days vampires did most of their hunting at night and slept during the day. This left their skin pale and white just as mine is today. I won’t burst into flames if exposed to sunlight but it won’t take long for me to get a very painful sunburn. Hence I wear a wide brimmed hat and a cape that covers me from head to toe. I didn’t tell her about some other small talents.
We rode along the dirt roads and sometimes across pastures all the next day. Late the second night we reached the private driveway of the mansion. After a long ride through trees we arrived to find it cold and dark. The moon shining on it gave it an eerie glow. I half expected to find a mob of villagers with torches and pitchforks. I lifted Anne from the wagon and untied her ankles so she could walk. Gripping her hair I led her up the steps then unlocked the front door and led her inside. Dust and cobwebs covered everything and made it look even more depressing. I shared a cold dinner with her then led her up to a bedroom. Exploration and revitalization would wait.
When the sun came up I secured Anne to the bed and took inventory. It was a two story building with a large attic and a basement with stone walls and huge beams of wood overhead. I found a lantern and extra oil along with brooms, mops and cleaning material in a closet. I untied Anne’s hands and removed the gag. I gave her a lecture outlining what I demanded of her. Today her job would be to clean and scrub the biggest bedroom which would be mine and occasionally hers. While she was engaged in cleaning I checked the barn and a few outbuildings and found them sturdy but empty. In the kitchen I found the bare essentials of pots and plates. It would do. I could hear Anne working at her task. This told me that she was learning to obey me.
The trip and strenuous activity in bed had depleted my blood and I knew I must replenish it quickly.
The next day while Anne cleaned a second bedroom I got one of the pieces of furniture I had brought with me and set it on the floor in the newly cleaned bedroom. It was a table with a padded top and slots to accommodate leather straps. I forced Anne to lie on it face up while I secured her limbs with the leather straps. Next I pushed her sleeve up and found a vein. I put a small jar on the floor and inserted a large hollow needle into her vein. Her blood flowed into the tube attached to the needle and into the jar on the floor. She squealed a bit when I stuck her with the needle but shut up when I described the alternative. Anxiously I tasted some of her blood to make sure it wasn't tainted. It was bright red and tasted slightly sweetish, a good sign. When the jar was half full I pulled the needle from her vein and stuck a plaster on the hole. I drank the whole jar in one setting and it relieved my mind to know I was healthy for a few more weeks. When she felt rested I unstrapped her from the table even though I wanted to have sex with her while she was strapped down. She'd had a busy day and I didn't want to wear her out.
The next day after breakfast I taught her about her station in my life. Of course by then she had figured out that she was a walking blood supply. Then I told her of her responsibilities.
I said “Your hands are not your own, nor are your breasts, or any of your bodily orifices, which I may explore or penetrate at will. They are mine to do with as I will. You will immediately present yourself in a convenient posture for sex when I tell you to. Any attempt to escape or outcry will be punished in a manner which I choose. You will bathe often and be dressed during the day. Your hair belongs to me so I want it shampooed twice a week and brushed until it shines". "You will never cut it."
"You will often spend the night naked in my bed next to me so I can feel your warm, soft body. Most of the time I want your hair loose and I will arrange it for you in a manner that is sensual and seductive to me."
"You will spend a lot of your time tied up or strapped to some of my furniture."
Anne shrieked "You can't do this to me." "I thought you cared about me!"
I replied "I care about you a lot so I want to make certain you don't do anything that would annoy me."
She yelled "You don't care about me, I hate you."
I said "Your attitude is awful. I will correct it." I grabbed her arm and dragged her kicking and yelling into the spare bedroom where I had brought all my furniture of corrections. I pushed her face down on the padded table and after a bit of a struggle stretched her out and strapped her arms and legs to the table.
She was pretty active so I added a strap around her waist. I pulled her thick mane of hair forward until it hung over the edge of the table.
"I told you I would correct your behavior." In this new place I didn't have much so I had to make do with a bamboo cane. First I tapped it on her plump round buttocks then brought it down hard. She jerked and I think every muscle in her body went rigid. After a minute or two the jerking and yelling slowed so I repeated the tap and caning. Again she went off like a volcano screaming at me. After four or five hits on her rounded ass she started begging me to stop while crying buckets of tears. I hit her once more with the cane and elicited a piercing wail from her. I waited until the wailing slowed and asked her “Who do you belong to?"
Through the blubbering she whispered “You."
"What parts are mine?"
She replied in a low voice "All of me".
That satisfied me and I wasn't going to humiliate her any more. I left her lying on the table for a while to calm down. I waited until I figured she was bored with being restrained. When I returned she twisted her head around to look back at me. She looked so pitiful with tears staining her face and a hot red ass that I almost regretted the caning I had given her. After all, she was gorgeous. I stared at her for a while thinking how sexual she looked with her submission showing plainly on her face. Her large eyes were watching me with a somewhat frightened look. Removing my clothes and straddling the bench with one of my legs on each side of her I lowered most of my weight onto her legs. Her warm legs felt good under my bum. I started caressing her smooth back and gently stroking her red bum. She moved back and forth a little which I found very exciting. Leaning forward I pulled the mass of her hair over her shoulders and arranged it in a thick rope down her back. I wiggled around a bit until my cock was just touching her private lips and continued stroking her back with an occasional gentle tug on her hair. Now she was trying to lift herself to meet me but the strap around her waist prevented it. I was completely in control and she wanted me. I thought about depriving her and tormenting her for a while but she felt so wet and available that I pushed slowly into her pussy. It was funny feeling her trying to buck underneath me but couldn't because she was strapped into position so tightly. I lasted for a while but she was so desirable that before too long I climaxed inside her. Sometime before that she had screamed and strained against the straps holding her before collapsing like a sack of oats back onto the table.
When I was soft inside her I pulled back on her hair until her face stared upward and asked “Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, sir." She sounded like she meant it so I unstrapped her and cuddled her in my arms with my fingers tangled in her tumbling hair and my other hand resting on her naked thigh. After a peaceful rest we retired to bed. She asked me “Don’t you have to sleep in a coffin?” I rolled my eyes and told her “No, I have never died so I don’t have a coffin. I think that rumor got started when some hanged person returned to consciousness before they could bury him.”
At this time I only had the padded low table, the sawhorse, and the wheel but I planned to design and have more built to my specification.
My future looked pretty bright. I had a reliable source of fresh blood. I had an ample investment portfolio, managed mostly by me. Anne was young with a trim sexual body and very attractive breasts. When she stood naked with her long wavy hair hanging down around her body she might have escaped from an oil painting. But she was real and she was mine.
I regulated her diet and exercise so she retained a trim and delectable figure. I kept a record of her measurements to judge how much exercise and food intake she needed. Her breasts were firm and large when I got her but the years took a toll on them. As they began to sag I pondered how to reshape them. My first attempt used leather straps with friction buckles. I wound at least two of these around each breast which pushed them outward from her chest. Next I made a harness which went over her shoulders and underneath each breast. By tensioning these straps I could force her elongated breasts to stand out straight and proud. The constriction held blood inside them and even after removing straps and cradle they remained pointed dead ahead for some hours. I wished I could put a tight sweater on her and parade her around the nearest town. Sadly the secrecy of my life dictated that I could not so these hardened breasts would remain my exclusive entertainment.
Over the years Anne lost the will to escape. She became accustomed to her new life as though she had been born into it. Over ten years had passed since she joined me and I had spent this period sculpting her in every way. Her body was mine and I spent much effort in assuring she became the creature I fantasized about. I kept her hair long and healthy by washing it with a mild soap and rainwater. Afterward I dried it on a horizontal wooden rack made from small diameter rods. With her sitting in a chair next to the rack I strapped her arms and legs to the thick wooden legs and back. Using my fingers I combed her hair out until there were no more tangles, a tedious job but the results were well worth it. I would start the drying by patting her mane with a towel to remove any excess moisture. If the sun was out I would place her in front of a window so the suns warmth would assist the drying. This method left her with very healthy strong hair.
I admired her thin, youthful face but realized it would eventually broaden and fill out if not trained otherwise. To this end I made certain that her food contained only enough fat and oil to maintain her health.
I knew the sun’s effects would cause her face to develop lines and wrinkles so I kept her inside and out of the suns damaging rays. As a result her skin stayed firm and pale, similar to mine.
Bag Balm is a salve developed in 1869 to soothe irritation on cows' udders after milking. Once a day or sometimes twice I would lead her to the leather top table while she was naked and instruct her to lie down on it face up. Near her ankles were slots to accommodate leather straps. Her arms were placed by her sides and similarly strapped down. I then carefully applied Bag Balm to the skin of her face, neck and breasts. This seemed to work since at forty she looked twenty.
I made certain she slept soundly for a full eight hours per night by keeping her still and immovable. I made her wear a corset which I tightly laced. I pulled her arms to her sides and tied them there. Finally I strapped her ankles loosely together. At first her body trembled and she begged me to release her but I was strict about her health regimen.
I laid her down in my bed and pulled the laces snug. I then slipped under the covers with her and rolled her over so her back was against my front. Wrapping my arms around her I held her breast tightly so I could feel her naked skin touching me from head to toes. Not having any choice she resigned herself to this posture and being unable to move fell asleep. After some time she became accustomed to this routine and later looked forward to sleeping in this tightly restrained position.
I maintained this life for many years but as time wore on Anne lost her sensuality and her blood lost its sparkling life. Although vampires can live forever they are not immortal. I can survive extreme wounds and will heal fairly quickly if the blood I drink is young and healthy. The danger comes from vampires getting so weak that they are unable to secure fresh blood. We must be ever conscious of this and make certain we do not weaken too much. I no longer derived youth and vigor from Anne’s blood and her body was becoming incapable of replacing what I took from her. Regretfully the good old days of tumultuous sex and vigor which I derived from her blood were almost over. It was now 1851.
For the last time I laid Anne on the padded table. I snugged each leather strap around her wrists and ankles extra tightly. I slipped one hollow needle into her arm and began extracting blood. Only this time I did not halt at one pint. I kept replacing the little jars with empty ones until Anne lost consciousness. I continued until it no longer flowed and her heart no longer beat. In the nearby forest I buried her in a deep grave marked only with some flowers. For many days I grieved for her loss but inevitably my prime instinct told me I must find a source of fresh blood.
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