New Slaves

Standing upon the rooftop of the building neighboring the condominium, Dracula observed the scene below with an air of detached authority. Beside him stood his newest bride, Selina, and the "leftovers" he intended to dispose of. His predatory gaze fell on the young couple strolling toward their condo, oblivious to the danger. The woman, her blonde hair styled elegantly, wore a dark satin dress with a plunging V-neckline that revealed her ample cleavage. Her companion, dark-haired and bespectacled, walked beside her with an air of confidence.

“Does this suit you, Master?” Selina asked, her voice laced with reverence.

“Yes, Selina,” Dracula replied with a satisfied smirk. “You have done well.”

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The Jorgonsons, a wealthy and carefree couple, filled their condo with laughter and playful flirtations. Michael, unable to resist, slipped his hand into his wife Jaqueline’s dress, prompting her to feign indignation.

“Aaawe, just one touch, Jaqueline,” Michael teased.

“Nope!” Jaqueline giggled, wagging a finger at him. “You know what they say about too much touching.”

“And what’s that?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

Before she could answer, a strange voice interrupted. Jaqueline froze, her playful demeanor replaced with unease.

“Michael, did you hear that?” she asked, scanning the room.

Michael smirked, deciding to humor her. “Oh, probably aliens, Honey.”

“Shut up! I’m serious!” she snapped.

The voice came again, clearer this time, smooth yet unnerving: “Open the door. Invite me in.”

Jaqueline’s face turned pale. “Michael, don’t tell me you don’t hear that!”

He tried to soothe her, but a knock at the door startled them both. Against Jaqueline’s protests, Michael opened it to reveal a naked, bearded man with glowing wine-red eyes. Dracula. His presence was magnetic, his gaze predatory.

Jaqueline’s fear rendered her ****, and Dracula seized the opportunity. His eyes glowed, ensnaring her will with ease.

“Do you have something to say to me, my dear?” he asked softly.

In a monotone voice, she replied, “Won’t you come in?”

Michael looked at his wife in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. Before he could act, Dracula surged forward, sinking his fangs into Jaqueline’s neck. Her gasp of pain morphed into a moan of surrender as her blood became his. With her transformation into his **** complete, Dracula turned his attention to Michael.

Behind him, Selina stepped inside, dragging a pale, lifeless body, which she carelessly tossed at Michael. His shock was short-lived as Dracula’s gaze shifted to him.

“Invite her in,” Dracula commanded Jaqueline.

“Please come in,” she obeyed, her voice hollow.

Selina stepped over the threshold, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Dracula wasted no time, claiming Michael as he had Jaqueline, his bite both painful and euphoric. When the ordeal was over, Michael stood trembling, a changed man.

“Your name, woman,” Dracula demanded of Jaqueline.

“Jaqueline Jorgonson, Master,” she replied without hesitation.

“And his?”

“Michael Jorgonson, my husband.”

Dracula smiled, satisfied. “You are First,” he declared, pointing to Jaqueline. Then, turning to Michael, “And you are Second.”

Selina’s body had long been transformed by the curse of vampirism, but this—this was something entirely different. Dracula’s immense power radiated from him, filling the room and consuming the air itself. She had thought herself untouchable, beyond anyone’s control, but now, as his presence engulfed her, the truth became devastatingly clear: Dracula was not just a vampire. He was a master in every sense of the word.

Her heightened senses, sharpened by her vampiric nature, flared in his presence. Every movement, every whisper from him seemed to ignite a fire within her, a primal response she could not suppress. She had always been the one in control, the one to dictate the terms of her desires. But here, under Dracula’s shadow, that control crumbled, slipping away like sand through her fingers.

Back in the bedroom, Selina trembled as Dracula pushed her onto the bed. His hands moved over her with a possessiveness that left no room for protest. The strength she had once prided herself on seemed to melt away the moment she was beneath him. His touch was both rough and deliberate, each caress a command she could not resist.

“You are mine,” he growled, his voice low and insistent. “You will never be free again.”

The words sent a shiver down her spine. Selina’s mind screamed for control, but her body betrayed her, responding to him with an intensity she couldn’t explain. There was something intoxicating about the way he loomed over her, his movements calculated yet effortlessly dominant. Her defiance flickered weakly as each kiss, each whisper, tore down her walls brick by brick.

Dracula’s lips brushed against her neck, his fangs grazing her skin with deliberate slowness. The sensation was a maddening mixture of fear and longing, of revulsion and need. “Do you feel it, Selina?” he murmured, his voice like velvet wrapping around her mind. “Do you feel how your body betrays you? You belong to me now.”

Her breath hitched as he sank deep into her with every thrust sent a shockwave of dark pleasure through her, a fire that consumed every part of her being. Her world narrowed to just him—the feel of his thick rod in her holes, the fondling of her nubile body, the weight of his presence pressing her into submission.

Selina’s thoughts spiraled into chaos. She wanted to resist, to claw her way back to the control she had always wielded so effortlessly, but it was useless. Every touch, every motion from him unraveled her further, until nothing of her defiance remained. Each thrust seemed to claim more than her body—it reached into the deepest parts of her soul, binding her to him in ways she couldn’t comprehend.

The pain of being stretched beyond her limits, both physically and mentally, mixed with a dark pleasure that sent her into a haze. She could feel the chains settle around her spirit, locking her in place. For the first time, Selina truly understood what it meant to be owned. There was no escape, no reprieve. She was his, completely.

As Dracula pulled back, his lips still stained with Holly's blood, he gazed down at her with a triumphant smirk. “You see now, don’t you? You were never untouchable, Selina. You were always meant to be mine.”

Selina’s body betrayed her once more, trembling with both the weight of her surrender and the dark anticipation that now coursed through her. The final vestiges of resistance evaporated like smoke, leaving only a hollow submission in their wake. She had been broken, and as her gaze locked with his, she felt the full depth of his power settle over her.

Dracula leaned down once more, his voice a whisper against her ear. “You will never be the same again, my bride.”

In that moment, Selina Kyle—the woman who had once walked her own path, commanded her own fate—was no more. In her place stood Dracula’s bride, bound to him in blood, body, and soul.

“First, you are undress that carcass, gently as to not tear anything,” Dracula ordered.

First just looked out at the corpse, hoping her master was only joking.

“First!” he snapped, “Are you deaf and dumb, woman?!?”

Knowing what this meant, she hurried out to obey her Dark Master while dragging her husband with her. Vlad smiled as he lied on his back upon the bed in the nude with arm holding Selina against him, she herself in the same state of undress.

“So, what now?” inquired Selina in a seductive purr.

“Now we dress, then rest” he informed his bride.

“Do we rest in coffins, my Love?” she questioned.

“There is a requirement for that,” the King replied, “We will have to retrieve my coffin first.”

Selina only nodded since the reason did not seem to matter at the moment; immediately she got up with her master. The vampyr dressed themselves and waited for the next night.

“Selina are you aware that you have altered your eyes?” Vlad inquired, she had not been undead long and yet she had already learned shapeshifting, albeit only changing her eye color. When he is at full power, he never saw his reflection so the idea of changing his eyes never really occurred to him. He then instructed her on how to revert back and she did, her pale blue irises changed to back to red. As they rested, he decided to reach out with his mind through the dream realm to find his coffin for a manservant.