Day 16

Day 16 - Original - Human Furniture

Yumi had been tasked with polishing the naked statues. No, not the ones with their dicks out.

Lady Adana was an immortal, beautiful, regal woman with a slightly appalling taste in home decor. Her great hall was a beautiful, massive room with high vaulted ceilings and hanging chandeliers that one unfortunate member of her staff had to clean once every few months. The tall windows and glass doors that faced the sunset side of the house and looked out at her expansive gardens were also a nightmare to polish. An open, sunny space like this one demanded live plants, in Yumi's opinion. Creeping vines and blooming flowers and the doors always open to let in the nice breeze of the late summer. She wouldn't have put much in the way of manmade decoration there, certainly.

Instead, there were a great set of velvet curtains for each window that could and often did plunge the hall into total darkness. Then along the non-window side was a row of bound, svelte nude forms cast in ivory and marble. Their inanimate bodies wrapped in velvety-looking ropes and ties, all holding up great bowls or globes or with weights hanging from them. Each depicted what was either a bondage scene or some religious torment that the subjects were being subjected to, Yumi didn't know. This hall was all female nudes. Each one set against some dramatic minimalist backdrop meant to look like a crashing wave or the shade of a tree or something. In one of the other halls across the manner there was a similar set of statues but all men. Those were more fun to clean, but they weren't holding the banquet in that hall, so she had to clean the naked ladies.

It seemed like the drawback for vampirism's eternal life was that you had to either throw or go to a banquet of some kind once every week. That might have been exaggerating, but it also might not have been. They didn't actually die in the sun - though their eyes were more sensitive to it. They didn't seem to be constantly hunted by zealous men with pointed beards - or at least, Lady Adana wasn't. And they didn't actually have to feed on blood - they just preferred it. But the pomp and circumstance of the lifestyle was so dramatic that it seemed like you never had much free time with which to enjoy your boundless youth.

Yumi sincerely hoped, when she finished her servitude to Lady Adana and was given the privilege of being turned, that they didn't put her name down in a book somewhere to keep in contact with her at all times and make her pay the dues of kissing Lord Goodsir's ass once every month or host Lady Richswallow and listen to her drone on about how hard it was to find good help these days. If it was just a matter of doing those things if she wanted to stay rich while a vampire, Yumi was seriously considering spending a few years on sabbatical in the dark jungles of an unexplored continent or something until she'd gotten over her near-instant nausea at the sight of aspic.

Five years of servitude and then eternal life. It was a good deal. Of course, Lady Adana could kick her out at any time if she decided that Yumi either was too shit a maid or too 'dangerous' to turn, but from what Yumi had seen that was a rarity. Vampire life wasn't all that exclusive if only because most of them didn't seem to make it long after being turned. Something about immortality seemed to make you very, very stupid.

For the not-especially-well-off pretty daughter of a not-especially-well-off merchant, the contract had basically felt like hypergamy without actually having to marry some shitass Baron's son. Lady Adana was nice enough, if a bit stiff and eccentric. She'd only asked Yumi to humiliate herself a few times and only acted inappropriately toward her a few more times. Barring anything truly sadistic, Yumi was plenty willing to pose nude for the occasional painting or get groped while she was cleaning considering the reward on the other end. Hell, with how Lady Adana looked, Yumi might have even put up with more of the groping. Really, aside from how poorly her maid outfit fit her, Yumi couldn't complain about her 'internship'.

"Put the band up in the balcony," Lady Adana's accented, vowel-forward voice was like warm honey even when she was giving exasperated orders. "The acoustics will suffer slightly but we're just not going to have enough room anywhere else."

Lady Adana entered on tall heels, wearing a dress so deeply purple that it almost seemed black in the shadows. Her kinky black hair was pulled into the skull-hugging braids that Yumi had been forced to learn to tie within her first week on the job. The way that her lips puffed out of her gaunt face made her mouth seem like it might far back on each cheek and let her unhinge her jaw like a snake. She looked absolutely perfect, of course, but she had all the money and all the help in the world she could ever need to achieve that.

"Yes, Mistress." Sarah followed behind her obediently, already looking totally overwhelmed. Yumi had been surprised that the Mistress had let somebody so new handle her arrangements, but then she'd learned Sarah's last name and figured she'd spent more time in and around ballrooms and galas than Yumi could even dream.

"What am I missing?" Lady Adana tapped her finger against her thigh and cast her eyes slowly around the room. Yumi was standing at attention, clutching her too-short skirt nervously.

"Uh, ma'am?" Sarah squeaked with the voice of somebody about to deliver very bad news to an already unhappy person.

"What?" Lady Adana asked in a tone of voice that didn't make Sarah's job any easier.

"It's… the vessel. The one who volunteered to be your bloodbag tonight." Sarah muttered out. "She got… cold feet."

"Oh for-" Lady Adana's lips screwed up into a fascinating, horrid shape. Yumi went back to polishing the statue, trying to look busy.

There was a long, heavy sigh. Yumi worriedly polished the thigh of a woman sitting with her legs open in the bow of a tree, her svelte stomach expertly made to show off the slight stubble of hair leading down to her surprisingly well-detailed vagina. Her arms were tied to the branch above her, about head level for the short Yumi, where she was holding a large bowl of what looked like apples. The rapturous, orgasmic look on her face and the sharp arch of her back suggested it was supposed to be some kind of forbidden fruit thing. Though the only thing she was wearing was a blindfold, so it might have been meant as some kind of symbolism for the concept of justice. Yumi had, admittedly, never taken an art class and didn't have any interest in starting.

"Fine. Fine." Lady Adana said in the tone of voice that somebody who is not fine with the current state of affairs would use. "We'll slaughter a cattle and serve blood as part of the banquet. So long as I don't lie about the origins, nobody will complain."

"We… don't have any." Sarah whimpered.

"WHAT?" Lady Adana sounded the closest to abusing one of her subordinates that Yumi had ever heard her. Yumi started to polish faster, considering that harming Sarah would get the Mistress in actual trouble and there was nobody else in the room.

"You… r-remember the wolf attacks from last month?" Sarah was hiding behind her clipboard when Yumi snuck a glance behind her. "We… we never."

"Oh." Lady Adana said icily, clencing and unclenching her dark fists as she breathed heavily, eyes closing. "That is my fault. I have nobody to blame but myself."

"No, mistress, I should have-" Sarah cut in, clearly ready to fall on the sword out of propriety.

"No, you shouldn't have." Lady Adana's voice was still furious, but she had taken on the bitter, resolved tone of somebody trying to think through their problems, resolved to scream and freak out later, alone.

Yumi was still glancing back at the two of them when she heard the scrape of stone. Her eyes moved back in front of her with a feeling like she was moving in slow motion. She got them around in time to see the naked figure on the bench moving. That was incorrect, a statue wasn't supposed to move. But she realized in that moment that the statue was far more complicated than she'd first thought. The marble bough on which the figure was sitting wasn't attached to the figure. Neither was the branch her wrists looked like they were tied to, both her arms just ended at the wrists while the bindings and fists were part of the branch and bowl itself. The figure was really just the torso, legs, and head. And those parts were sliding backward off of the branch. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, but faster than she could get her hands out to stop them from falling off of the branch and landing with a thundering, heart-stopping crack on the floor below.

For a full few seconds, Yumi stayed frozen, bent over with her arm outstretched incriminatingly to the spot where the nude statue had been moments before. She almost started to wonder if she might get away unnoticed if she just didn't move.

"Yumi, dear," Lady Adana's voice was concerningly not mad.

Where she had been frozen a moment before, Yumi instantly whipped around and dropped into a kneel. She shuffled over toward the two other figures without raising her head.

"Mistress I am so, so sorry." Yumi gasped out. "I never-"

"Get up, Yumi." Lady Adana clapped once. "You're not going to be punished."

"Really?" Yumi glanced upward.

"Oh yes," Lady Adana was smiling in a way that made Yumi's blood run cold. "In fact, you're going to have a starring role in tonight's festivities."

***

Any concerns that Yumi might have had about the statue branch's ability to hold her weight had vanished instantly. The fake branch was, literally, rock solid. In fact, it was painfully solid. And cold.

Yumi hummed nervously to herself as Lady Adana finished tying her wrists to the branch above her with satin bindings. The bowl, it turned out, was also part of the display, and Yumi was extremely lucky that that hand't come down and broken as well. But now, Lady Adana set it back into Yumi's upwardly-bound hands.

"Excellent, the fresh fruit will go there." Lady Adana clapped once. "Has Michael been called?"

"Yes, he's coming." Sarah couldn't take her eyes off of the scene unfolding in front of her.

The branch was digging uncomfortably into Yumi's butt. That would probably be a real problem eventually, but it didn't register at the top of her concerns right now. One ankle had been bound to the base of the tree while the other had been bound to a conveniently-hidden loop on the far end of the pedestal. As a result, her legs were tied open, something that only made Yumi glance more longingly at the discarded maid uniform on the floor next to the pedestal. It wasn't cold, but it was certainly chilly if you were naked, and the statue offered no warmth for her there.

"Yes, darling?" Michael's voice announced him before he entered the room.

"Michael, so happy you could make it." Lady Adana gestured him in and then gestured to Yumi. "You see, I need a new statue."

Michael, wearing his coattails and dress vest, walked in with a light and eager step before stopping next to Lady Adana and freezing. He looked at Yumi with an expression of… well… Yumi had never exactly seen him look excited at the prospect of a naked woman, but he could have done less to make her feel undesirable.

"She's your volunteer?" He asked dubiously.

"One of the maids, she… volunteered herself, yes." The mistress stepped next to Yumi and cupped her chin in one palm.

"Hmmm," Michael, his sketchbook already out, still didn't seem to like the look of Yumi. "We could put her in a corset, maybe."

"No," Lady Adana reached down and rubbed her hand over Yumi's noticeable belly. "I quite like the shape of this one. We need more variety to these statues anyway."

"It's just I've never worked with somebody of her… shape." Michael scratched his chin, though he had flipped to an empty page of his sketchbook.

"A good artist does challenge themselves, of course." Lady Adana smiled, patting Yumi's stomach almost protectively.

"Whatever," Michael sighed dramatically., "You'll still pay for it even if neither of us likes who it turns out, of course."

"Of course," The mistress tousled Yumi's short black bob and then pushed her glasses up her nose for her.

"It's just… one thing." Michael was sketching rapidly, but he looked up. "Her face, it's… pathetic. Wrong attitude."

"I suppose," Lady Adana bent and brought herself eye-level with Yumi for a moment. Yumi did her best to put on a bright and cheerful smile, but that just made Lady Adana's scowl worsen.

The mistress stepped away from the statue for a moment and grabbed a handful of strawberries from one of the serving tables that was being wheeled in. Then she stepped back over toward Yumi and pressed a pair of them between Yumi's lips.

"You're going to be losing a lot of blood tonight," Lady Adana whispered a warning. "I will instruct any guest that feeds on you to then give you a serving of fresh fruit. But if I notice that you pass out or seem to be losing consciousness, I will see that you are revived personally."

Lady Adana suddenly dropped to one knee, placing her other foot up on the small pedestal that the statue tree grew out of. Yumi inhaled sharply and suddenly at the sensation of her mistress's head hovering between her legs. If she'd known she was going to be doing this kind of thing today, she'd have shaved. But then again there were about a dozen other things that seemed more pressing to do differently at this point.

"Close attention to her face, Michael." Lady Adana instructed dreamily. "I may not be able to get her to do this twice."

Yumi gasped slightly as Lady Adana brought her cheek to rest against her servant's inner thigh. Her mistress hummed softly, almost hungrily as she nuzzled into the soft, plump skin of Yumi's leg and slowly brought her nose in closer toward Yumi's sex. She looked up from between her maid's legs innocently as her preternaturally long tongue slid from between her lips. The mistress dragged her tongue slowly along the inside of Yumi's thigh before stopping it just centimeters away from her pussy. Yumi squirmed, looking upward and closing her eyes and squeezing her lips together, trying both to pull away from the warmth and to grind her hips forward into it. The tongue lingered in place for a few licks, tracing up and down.

Then, without warning, Lady Adana sank her teeth into the sensitive exposed skin of Yumi's groin. It was right near the crease where thigh met crotch, in a pocket of flab that nevertheless seemed to have a great throbbing vein running through it. Yumi's eyes shot open and her mouth dropped wide into a surprisingly quiet squeak. Each pulse of her blood down that leg suddenly seemed magnified, as if it resounded in her head as well. She caught a glimpse of Michael looking at her and sketching, seemingly pleased with her expression, before her eyes went down to Lady Adana, who was looking up at her while she sucked, her face agonizingly close to Yumi's sex. Her clit seemed to throb even more intensely than the vein in her leg. She wanted very badly to be touched. For her mistress's mouth to move just a little to the right, even if the fangs were still involved. It was a head rush, a woozy thrill that made her wrists strain against the satin bindings holding them.

It was over far too quickly for Yumi's liking, the strange coagulant that seemed to cover a vampire's teeth leaving little more than a splotch on her thigh where the sucking had happened. Lady Adana raised herself slightly before bringing her lips right up into the crook of Yumi's neck. Yumi braced for a bite there, but instead Lady Adana kissed one side, then the other. She kissed along Yumi's shoulders and forearms before centering again and planting a few kisses at the top of each breast, then back down to the other thigh, giving that a kiss to match the splotch on the other side. With each kiss, she had left behind large, black lipstick marks. Then, Lady Adana circled around behind Yumi and planted one kiss on either butt cheek, either side of her stomach, and finally just below her underarms. Yumi could literally feel her wetness being left behind on the statue whenever she tried to shift and get more comfortable, but she was hoping mostly that Lady Adana would bite her again.

"Well, I've marked the 'choice cuts', though it's not as if my clientele would need any trouble finding them." Lady Adana grabbed a large slice of mango and pressed it against Yumi's lips, who took it in greedily. "Michael, are you about done with your sketch?"

"Yup," Michael kept sketching, leaving it unclear what he considered 'about done'.

"Excellent," Lady Adana grabbed Yumi's chin and turned her face one way and then the other before letting it drop again. "Now, girls, we don't have long before the guests arrive, so let's hurry."

She clapped once and Sarah, as well as the other maids who had come in, started to scurry about. Sarah picked up Yumi's discarded uniform and set it on a trolley rolling out. One by one, the maids started to set handfuls and pour bowlfuls of fresh fruit into the basin above Yumi's outstretched hands.

"Oh, and girls?" Lady Adana pointed at Yumi. "No more accidents. I already have tonight's decoration and volunteer. Break anything and you will be actually punished."

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