To the bridge with Deb and Caroline

You rush through the corridors of the boat with your sister and your childhood friend on your heels. The wind and scenery rushes around you. To a bystander you would probably look like a blur dismissed in a blink by his rational brain. Your perverted little mind starts creating scenarios where you could use this ability to surprise your preys or even have multiple ones at the same time or even... Your thoughts are unsettling.

All around you, you can hear your new sisters and brothers bringing new members into the Horde. The smell of blood and sex is intoxicating. You would love to stop and join in any of the surrounding orgies but you received a Command and you know that you have no other option than to Obey it.

You finally reach your destination. How? You do not know, you could have lost your way ten times over during your trip but something guided you towards the source of the Command, towards your Mistress.

You find yourself in front of a large metallic door with a sign saying : Commanding Bridge - authorized personnel only. You can sense Her behind the door. A deep gut feeling of powerful respect for the Majestic presence forces you to hold your hand above the handle for a few moments. You finally open the door.

The room behind it is dark but your enhanced sight allow you to see clearly. The bridge is covered in blood. No single console is untouched. No single porthole is untouched. No single bulkhead is untouched. Everything is covered in blood, dry or fresh, dripping, pouring, stagnating in a pond. Blood everywhere.

To your human self this would have been a nightmarish vision, to your new self, on the other hand, all this seems quite... beautiful, exquisite, sophisticated even. Your own fantasies feel lame and dull in comparison. All this scenery is something created by an artist, a master artist, your Mistress, no doubt.

Caroline, Nicole and yourself step into the room. Immediately you kneel. Across the room, the object of your common adoration, is surrounded by two tall men. One of them is wearing a perfectly ironed white officer uniform. Surprisingly, amidst such a gory display you fail to notice a single stain on the white fabric. The second one sports a large bushy moustache, a cowboy hat and an out of fashion bow tie. But of these two men you care less than your first bra. What fascinates you is the small, dark haired goddess standing between them that, despite barely reaching their shoulders, exudes more magnificence than both of them together. Her beautiful red eyes glow with the intensity of a thousand deaths. You recognize her for your mistress, your sovereign.

“My name is Mina” she says.

You bow your head as you recognize her power and your duties towards her.

“The fourth member of your group, the Helsing bitch, you will bring her to me. Unharmed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Deb, Caroline and you reply in unison.

As you exit the room to accomplish the glorious mission your new mistress has given you, you ponder on the words of your lady.

“Helsing? I always thought Nicole’s last name was Larsen…”