Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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((Closed For Myself and Ladythunder))
IC: Christian Armin-Renault
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Christian had betrayed his mistress. There was no more unforgiveable crime than for a vampire's servant to commit. He should be overwhelmed with his failure, but he could feel nothing. He was just a flesh and blood thing devoid, cut off from any emotions.
It didn't matter anyway. Once a decision was made there was no point in dwelling on what might have happened or what he should have done. His feelings were always immaterial to his mistress' desires.
Christian had been born the heir of two families that had a long and proud history of raising, training, and providing vampires with the finest servants the world over. From the day he could walk he'd been prepared, taught, to be not only a vampire's servant but the most exceptional of all vampire servants. The intense indoctrination had lasted until he was deemed ready and old enough for Master Stefan, the vampire overseeing the InServ program his family was a part of, to sell him to a vampire mistress. It was the finest honor of his life. His one desire, one goal in life, was to give himself to a master or mistress that deemed him worthy of serving them.
The mistress that had purchased him had been the Lady Deava Rao. True to his training and the calling of Christian's heart he had served her unconditionally never hesitating, never questioning, but His Lady Deava had been an aloof and often cruel mistress. Christian had never complained no matter what she deigned to do to him. It was not his place. After all he was her property to do with whatever she wished.
But Lady Deava was a vampire of lower rank in their society and that consumed her to the point of obsession. She had purchased Christian since a servant from the InServ program was something of a status symbol among Vampires. Like men who bought motorcycles or those really expensive sports cars or membership into a country club she wanted to use Christian as a stepping stone to propel her into higher and higher circles.
It had worked for Lady Deava but only to a point. It was only a matter of time for her to realize that the only reason she rose in the social ladder of vampire society was because of her InServ servant and all her jealousy and bitterness turned into something far more terrifying both to Christian personally and upon those she deemed unfairly above her, like the ruling body of the Vampire world itself, the council.
Christian had tried to serve her faithfully as a Servant should, but when he learned what she had planned he had gone to the council and told them what his mistress was planning. The Vampire hunters she allowed onto the grounds to assassinate them were ambushed and slaughtered and the council itself confronted his Mistress. They had nearly stopped her but Lady Deava had slain two and managed to narrowly escape, leaving Christian behind.
Their enforcers had taken samples of his blood to track her down by the link the third-mark gave all vampires and their servants. He couldn't really blame his mistress for what she did next. She would punish him with death for his betrayal, but making him suffer was out of self-preservation. It clouded the link making it harder to trace where she was through his mind, and also made him pay, as he should for betraying her like he had.
Now he was strapped to a table deep within the interior of the castle that was hosting this year's gathering of the Vampire race. He writhed in agony and fear atop it. The room was sedate and quiet despite the cries and wails and groans that escaped his lips. In his mind he was in hell. Images and sensations broadcast into his brain from Deava over the link of hellfire raging around him burning and roasting his flesh. Hideous evil creatures stabbed with long sharp knives into him slowly slicing him open. They were slow and methodical delighting in his agony.
Christian should suffer. He didn't regret telling on his mistress, but it meant he had no purpose, no calling any longer. Compared to that there was no torment that could compare to the despair his heart was engulfed in.
So he suffered there in that room arms and limbs bound for his safety as he writhed.
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IC: Fiona Adair
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Fiona and Triana followed Lord Brian along the corridor deep within the castle that was holding the gathering this year. They hadn't gone to these for the last few decades. Triana was a vampire of lower standing in their society and as her servant Fiona would be obligated to participate as a grounds' servant.
It was silly of course. When she had first become Triana's servant she had been shy and demure, but after three hundred years there wasn't a thing that went on here that Triana hadn't already done to her or been the architect of being done to her. Fiona had seriously been there and done that to it all, but that was where the body was concerned.
Here in the gathering the way vampires treated their servants...pissed her off. She had been lucky that Triana generally agreed, and that was part of the reason Triana had rarely come to these.
Still there was no denying that here Triana's paintings sold as fast as she could put them on display, so too were her photo prints and the few statues she had brought flying off her kiosk in the castle's second hall as Fiona participated in the entertainment within the hedge maze behind the castle and would spend several hours of a night's work with her mistress reasserting her dominance over her.
Just the day before she was in the heart of the maze arrayed in the broad shallow fountain. Lord Dyson's servant Sun Lien Yi had her tongue doing wonderful desperate things insde the folds of her cunt as another servant...a new one from a master from Argentina was furiously pumping into the chineese servant's ass. They were all three on the edge, afterall they had been a part of this game for over two hours non-stop. Every five minutes another servant would ring a gong and they would switch positions those that couldn't restrain themselves from cumming provided their masters or mistresses reason to punish them.
Since Triana had been managing her kiosk and negotiating a sale for her last painting and Lien Yi's master had been locked in a sudden urgent council meeting. The vampires assembled to watch the game unfold within the fountain hoped they'd be allowed to administer the punishment for the losing sub instead.
Fiona trembled. She didn't want any of them touching her...not without Triana being there. She had lost track of time and didn't know how long it was before the gong was rung again. Plus she'd already made the servant she'd been blowing to cum. He was currently at his master's command going from one vampire spectator to another asking them if they would spank him. His arse cheeks looked like over-ripe tomatoes they were so red.
She trembled again. Lien Yi knew her too well. Lord Dyson was the council member as well as overlord of the territory she and Triana lived in and so they had stayed as guests in Lord Dyson's mansion in the city several times. She had taken to Lien Yi, Lord Dyson's servant, from the start. Now Lien Yi was using that familiarity to push her right up to the edge. That quiet reserved woman from shanghai was going to make her lose the game if that damned gong didn't go off in the next few seconds.
It wasn't helping at all that Triana was looking over the leather floggers in the kiosk next to hers and sending her images and sensations of what she'd do with them to punish her when Lien Yi made her cum.
The gong sounded much to Fiona's relief but Lien Yi suddenly dropped into the water of the fountain.
It wasn't until later that they had learned of Deava Rao's attempted assassination of the council, and that Lord Dyson had been one of the two council members that she managed to kill in her escape. Lien Yi being Lord Dyson's third-marked servant had died the moment he had even on the other side of the castle grounds.
Losing them had shaken her and she wrapped her self in slacks and a thick sweater today going away from the usual practice of servant's dressing to entice or not wearing anything at all during the gathering. The night before she had cried in Triana's arms for them.
Lord Dyson had been a little cold and aloof, and a little harsh at times, but at heart he was a good and decent man, and Lien Yi...they weren't even going to bury her body next to her master's. She'd have no headstone either. No, Sun Lien Yi Sept. 22 1808-June 1, 2014: A good servant and better friend and a terrible poker player. Now no one but her and Triana would remember her the way she was meant to be...as a human being.
It just brought to home her own fate coming. It couldn't be too much longer now when she'd be buried without ceremony or reverence like Lien Yi had been beyond Triana.
So now she followed lord Bryan down the corridor behind Triana. He had requested that they come and see someone down here, and Fiona wasn't feeling like she could handle being away from her mistress at the moment so she had come with them. Yet now as the most terrible of wails and cries were echoing off the walls she found herself wishing she'd stayed behind. What terrible soul could be in that much agony down here?
Brian stopped at a door and opened it wide. Inside the room was a man, a handsome man, arching and writhing crying out in unending torment.
"This is Christian," Brian explained, "Deava Rao's servant. If it was not for him...the council may have been killed by her plot, and she's putting him through this for it..."
He regarded Triana, "I have tried everything I can, but there's just not enough research in blocking a vampire's link with her servant. Nothing is working..."
"...Except...perhaps...if he were to get at least the second mark from the vampire that made his mistress..." He walked over to the table and placed a gentle hand on the tortured man's shoulder. "...If your were willing Lady Triana...you could theoretically supercede Rao's mark with him, or at least push her into a tiny little corner of his mind. Give the poor thing some peace."
Fiona stepped up to her mistress looking down at the strggling groaning man tied to the table before them.
"Can you really help him, Triana?" She sent out over their shared link.