New Slave; Holly Robinson, Bride of Dracula

Standing upon the roof of the building neighboring the condominium was Dracula, his new bride, and bride-to-be. Immediately they watched the young couple walking to their own condo. In the light one could see the young woman’s blonde hair arranged attractively with a dark satin dress with a v-neckline that plunged to expose her cleavage. Her companion had dark hair swept back while oval-rimmed spectacles over his eyes.

“Does this suit you, Master?” Selina asked.

“Yes, Selina,” Vlad congratulated, “you did very well.”

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The happy giggles of the wealthy couple spoke volumes of their emotions this night; the way they flirted with each other as the husband would slyly reach into his wife’s dress to grope her. The way she would playfully become “offended” by his gesture. Neither of them knew how this would be their last moment of normalcy.

“Aaawe,” whined the husband playfully, “just 1 touch, Jaqueline.”

“Nope,” giggled Jaqueline, “Yooouu know what they say about too much touching, Michael.”

“Nooo, what do they say?” Michael questioned with a mischievous grin.

Just then a voice was heard by Jaqueline which caused her to stop and look around.

“Michael, did you hear that?” she asked nervously.

Her husband just gave her a look of mischief and decided to “play” along.

“Suuure, Honey,” chuckled Michael, “it was probably the aliens.”

“Shut up, I’m serious!” responded his wife sharply, as she continued to look around.

“Open the door! Invite me in!” demanded the voice.

It was a strange voice, it sounded foreign to her and while it was soothing, it frightened her.

“Now, don’t tell me you don’t hear that!” snapped the frightened woman.

“Calm down, Jaqueline,” Michael said, trying to soothe her.

Then the condo door was knocked on, scaring the nervous woman out of her mind; the fear caused her to grab her husband’s shirt shoulder. Michael immediately started toward the door but his wife kept insisting to let it be. What should have surprised him but did not was the naked, bearded man with a thick mustache and wine-red eyes seem to glow. Jaqueline however felt fear the moment she was this strange man’s eyes. Her fear gave her a state of mind, ripe for influence; the man smiled as his eyes glowed and slowly took hold of her cognitive functions.

“Now, my dear,” spoke the man, “Do you not have something to say to me?”

In a monotone voice Mrs. Jorgonson spoke, “Won’t you come in?”

Michael shot his wife an incredulous look, he could not for the life of him understand what had gotten into her. It was those 2 seconds that he needed to push the door fully open and release Jaqueline Jorgonson from his influence. Before either mortal could react, the man pulled his lips back and exposed his fangs. In 1 fluid motion, he grabbed the woman, then pierced her throat and jugular with his fangs, drawing some her blood. This was all he needed to gain his first new slave; it was during all this that a beautiful dark-haired woman stood outside the door. It was when the man-like thing released Jaqueline that he made his way towards her husband who was struggling to stand after being shoved to the side. Before restraining Michael, he pointed the wife-turned-slave toward the open door where the strange woman stood.

“Invite her in,” he commanded.

Jaqueline just nodded, “Please come in.”

The woman shut the door immediately when she crossed the threshold and undressed herself in preparation for her Master’s reward for which she craved.

“Selina, bring Holly in,” her Master ordered when he reopened the door, “she must feed properly after her change is complete.”

Selina did as she was told and left naked before returning with an ashen-skinned, blonde woman, after which she gently laid her soon-to-be-sister down.

Pointing to his new slave he commanded, “Your name, woman!

“Jaqueline, Master,” obeyed the slave, “Jaqueline Jorgonson.”

“Is this man your husband?” the Master continued as he had a hold of the slave’s husband.

“Y-y-yes, yes h-he is.” the slave confirmed.

Her master smiled as he watched her husband struggle against his might.

“Damn it, Jaqueline!” Michael cried out, “Help me!”

“It is of no use, my friend,” said the man, “Your wife is now mine.”

“Like hell she is!” Michael responded.

Turning his head around, the man’s eyes came across a large rectangular object on the wall.

“Selina, I could be wrong but that object reminds me of a television,” said the man, “What is it?”

Selina’s red lips pulled into a fanged smile, “It's a TV, Master. When was the last time you saw 1?”

“1973,” the man answered, “How strange the shape is, and there’s no aunt-ten-i.”

“I think the word is antennae,” informed Selina.

“That’s right, of course,” replied the home invader, “but now back to the subject at hand.”

He had not touched upon it before, but the color of his bride’s irises had changed; she must tapped the shapeshifting power to change it. He then instructed his bride on how to shift them back to the “natural” wine-red. The only way it made sense was that she was a natural talent of shapeshifting.

“Tell me, Jaqueline,” inquired the invader, “does your husband have life-insurance?”

She nodded nervously.

“Excellent,” stated the man with a sinister smile.

“Um…M-m-master,” stammered a fearful Jaqueline, “wh-who are you?”

He smiled and with great confidence declared, “I AM Dracula…LORD OF THE UNDEAD!”

“Master?” asked the slave, “what do I do now?”

Gesturing to the nude Selina, “Lead my bride to your bedroom, then remove your dress and set it aside for her.”

“My dress, Master?” Jaqueline inquired looking down on her designer gown.

“Did I stutter, Woman?” stated the annoyed Dracula, “YES!”

“Don’t listen to this lunatic, Jaqueline,” Michael snapped as he continued to struggle against his captor, “Him, and this whore, obviously broke out of Arkham.”

Just then Vlad pressed his palm over the mouth of his slave’s husband, “Tell me, Selina, what is it that I have broken out of?”

“Arkham Asylum, Master,” replied the bride, “It is where—."

“There is no need to go any a further,” the Master interrupted, having already been aware of what an asylum was, “So you think, Dracula, a madman do you? It won’t matter soon anyway.”

When he found the bedroom, he turned to his slaves, “Jaqueline, my slave, you are to find myself suitable garments after you have shown my bride the bedroom.”

She nodded and led Selina to the bedroom; she then returned to her Master for another assignment. By now Dracula had knocked Michael unconscious.

“Now, help me undress my new bride before she rises,” said Dracula.

Once that task was completed, he ordered, “Tomorrow night, you shall night wear her clothes and sell your body so I may procure financial assets.”

Jaqueline only nodded; she knew her will was not her own anymore.

“Now, my slave, I want you give me your remote control of your television,” Vlad ordered.

She did so, then watched him walk over to the entertainment system and examine the remote control. He motioned for her to come to him, and she did so and commanded her to give him the basics of the entertainment devices, mainly the on and off switch. Once he came to understand these specific controls, he used it to activate the television.

He then entered the room with his bride, intent enjoying a female companionship he had been deprived of for centuries. As soon as Dracula had begun having his way with Selina, the slave begun obtaining clothes for her Master and his bride to wear. Unfortunately for her, the method of enslavement made the wife strongly attracted to her Master.

Dracula though a bit rusty, had not lost his edge in the bedroom. The sounds of pleasure that kept escaping Selina’s plump red lips as she enjoyed her reward of feeling her Master’s large member deep inside both her holes. It was not until a couple hours later did the slave return with the clothing, Jaqueline was naked with only her bathrobe and panties. 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 questions.

“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 while the sound of Michael waking up could be heard. Next were sounds of the newly risen bride, Holly Robinson as she chased then drained the man in the next room as his wife watched in horror.

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.