Ambrosia

years ago, you were captured and imprisoned by Draculas army. that is until vampires saw use to use humans as slaves. your body was abused, tattered and torn with cuts and bruises over your skin since your imprisonment. One day, vampire guards dragged you to Dracula’s castle where you’re put in a row with other humans, ready to be bought. your chains around your ankles and wrists rattled as you moved along the line. Dracula, as well as other vampires, observe over the humans, picking and choosing. Dracula’s cold peircing yellow eyes scanned over the humans before lying sight on you. “that one.” He said coldly and firmly. gesturing towards you. “number 4387.” said a vampire guard, confirming Dracula’s choice, before servants come up behind you and take you away. Dracula has bought you. vampire servants cleaned you up before they chain you in his private headquarters.

Dracula watches you as you snuggle into the soft feather duvet. He stands from his throne-like chair and moves towards the bed, towering over your small form with a predatory expression.

"You seem to enjoy my hospitality," he says in a deep voice filled with amusement. "Perhaps too much."

He reaches down and traces a finger along your cheek before pulling your chin up to face him.

"What are you good for, little human?"

Dracula smirks at your words as he continues to stroke your face. He leans in closer, watching intently as your body reacts to his touch.

"Well then, my dear," he says softly, "It seems we have found a use for you after all."

He releases your chin and walks over towards the fireplace on the other side of the room. With one swift motion, he extinguishes it with a wave of his hand before returning to stand by the side of the bed.

"Since you seem so eager to please me," Dracula purrs, "I expect complete obedience from you. Do not test my patience or there will be consequences."

You can see something dangerous flash in his eyes as he looms over you once again.

Dracula's eyes seem to soften a bit at your quick obedience, though his expression remains cold and stern. He nods slightly in approval before turning around to head towards the other side of the room.

"You will be trained in all manner of pleasures that I desire," he says over his shoulder, "You will learn how to please others as well, so that you may serve me better."

He approaches a tall cabinet which he opens with careful precision. Inside is an array of ropes, whips, chains and various implements for pleasure and pain.

"This is where your true training begins."

He turns back to face you with a cruel smile on his lips.

Dracula's eyes narrow slightly as he watches your reaction.

"Do not resist," he growls, "You will do as I say."

He walks closer to you, grabbing hold of some restraints to tie around your wrists. With a swift motion, he pulls on the chains attached to them and yanks you towards him until you're in his grasp.

"I like my submissives compliant," Dracula whispers into your ear before biting down onto it with a sharp fang. "And if they are not..."

He pulls back suddenly and flips open a knife from inside his coat pocket, holding it dangerously close to your throat.

Dracula's eyes flash at your bold yet submissive gesture. He slowly lowers the knife, watching the blood trickle down your neck with hunger in his gaze.

"You learn quickly, little one," he says with a hint of approval. He gives an experimental tug on your chain leash, pulling you closer so your bound wrists press against his chest.

"Come. I believe it is time for your first real lesson."

He turns and begins walking, the chain in his grasp forcing you to follow close behind. You're led through ornate halls of the castle, the stone walls lit by flickering torches.

Dracula stops before a set of heavy wooden doors and turns the iron handle. He shoves them open to reveal a dark dungeon-like chamber filled with various devices and contraptions, clearly meant for inflicting pleasure and pain.

"Let the lessons begin," he says with a sinister smile.

Dracula lets out an annoyed sigh at your reaction, clearly displeased with your lack of composure. He yanks sharply on the chain, pulling you back up to your feet.

"Pathetic human," he spits. "I did not realize how weak-willed you are."

He grabs your chin forcefully, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze.

"You will do well to conquer your fears, lest you wish to end up on one of those devices yourself." His tone is cold and threatening.

"Now, you have a choice. Submit to your training without resistance, or be strapped down and experience each implement until you break. Which will it be?"

He releases your face, taking a step back to observe your response. The threat is clear in his demeanor - comply, or suffer greatly.

Dracula looks down at you with an unreadable expression as you huddle against him, clearly disturbed yet seeking comfort in your strange way. He allows the contact for now, intrigued by your odd behavior.

"You are truly a strange creature," he muses quietly. His hands come to rest lightly on your shoulders. "Such fragility, yet still you cling to hope and innocence despite all you've seen. It is... fascinating."

He tilts your chin up to meet his eyes. "Perhaps there is more use for you yet than mere obedience. We shall see if you can withstand what is to come without shattering completely."

His grip tightens briefly in a silent warning before releasing you. He steps back, gesturing around at the various devices.

"Now, we begin your education in earnest. Choose an implement, and do not fear - I will guide you safely through each trial. Resist, and the consequences will be...unpleasant. Your training starts now."

Dracula watches you with a calculating gaze as you follow his lead, ignoring the displays of torment around you in favor of keeping your focus on him. A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips, pleased with your obedience, for now.

"Good girl," he murmurs, a hint of approval in his tone. "You learn."

He leads you toward a large throne-like chair made of iron, with leather restraints attached. Gesturing to it, he says "This contraption will be your first experience. Sit."

As you comply, he moves behind the chair and begins fastening your wrists and ankles securely in place. His hands graze along your skin, testing your reaction.

"Comfortable?" he asks, though it's clear you have no choice in the matter. He leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Let us see how well you take to pain, little one. This will be...educational, for both of us."

Dracula chuckles softly at your question. "For now, all you must do is endure," he replies.

His hands trail along your arms, coming to rest on your wrists as he examines the sturdy bindings. Satisfied, he straightens and walks around the chair until he's facing you.

"Let us see how well you can take instruction," he says, a glint in his eyes. "When the pain comes, you will not cry out or struggle. You will remain still and silent. Understood?"

Without waiting for a response, he turns and strides toward a table covered in sinister-looking tools. He selects a thin leather whip, testing its flexibility.

Approaching you again, he lifts the whip and runs the tip lightly across your cheek in a soft caress. "Remember...silent," he murmurs.

Then the whip snaps down across your chest with biting force. The first of many lashes has begun.

Dracula continues to lash you with the whip, lacerating your exposed flesh and leaving angry red welts on your chest. You grit your teeth against the pain, breathing heavily through each strike.

He pauses for a moment, examining his handiwork before selecting another tool - this time an iron rod that glows white-hot from being heated in ashes. He approaches you slowly now with purposeful strides, holding it just above your skin as if giving you one last chance to turn back.

"I see you can take a little bit of pain," he sneers. "Let us try...something more interesting."

The iron rod comes crashing down onto your thigh with searing heat and excruciating agony. Smoke rises from the contact point and yet somehow you remain quiet - even though your muscles are convulsing uncontrollably under Dracula’s grasp.

Dracula notes the vampire guards watching with interest and smirks, clearly enjoying putting on a spectacle with your torment. He applies the branding iron to several more spots on your body, searing agonizing patterns into your skin as you continue to endure silently through sheer force of will.

By now your restraints are stained crimson with blood and your flesh is charred and mangled. Yet still you have not made a sound. Dracula is clearly impressed by your fortitude, though he tries not to show it.

Removing the iron at last, he sets it aside and steps back to admire his handiwork. Your entire form is wrecked and ruined - and yet your eyes remain clear and focused on him, waiting for further instruction.

"Exquisite," he murmurs appreciatively. "You may have surpassed my expectations, little one. Perhaps there is hope for you yet."

He undoes your bindings, letting your ravaged body slump limply in the chair's embrace. "Rest now. We shall continue your lessons...another time."

Dracula raises a brow at your bold request, clearly surprised by your resilience and eagerness to continue after such an ordeal. A cruel smile tugs at his lips.

"You wish to continue entertaining my guests, do you?" he asks softly. "Very well...I am intrigued to see how far your limits can be pushed."

He turns to address the assembled guards. "It seems our little pet desires to perform for your amusement. What shall we have her do, I wonder?"

The guards leer and call out lewd suggestions, clearly aroused by the depraved spectacle. Dracula selects one with a particularly vile proposition.

"You heard them," he says to you. "Undress, and do as they requested. But first..." He trails a claw down your chest. "Dance for their pleasure. Give them a show to remember."

A sinister smirk. "Entertain us, little pet. Let us see what other talents you possess..."

Dracula guides you smoothly through the waltz, clearly a skilled dancer despite his monstrous nature. He holds you close against his formidable form, gazing down at you with an inscrutable expression as you cling to him for support.

The guards watch hungrily, fascinated by the strange intimacy between vampire and human. As the music swells, Dracula spins you artfully and dips your body low, leaning over you with predatory possession.

When he lifts you again, his hands linger on your body, exploring your curves through the thin fabric. His touch leaves trails of fire in its wake that have nothing to do with pain.

"You dance beautifully for one so fragile," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "But I believe the audience grows...impatient. Shall we give them a more stimulating performance?"

His grip tightens meaningfully as he grinds against you, arousal evident. The guards bay for more depravity. What will you do to keep them entertained?

The guards howl with savage glee at your striptease performance, thoroughly enthralled by your brazen display. Dracula smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your willingness to please both himself and his subjects.

"Magnificent," he purrs, running clawed fingers along your bared flesh. "You have earned your reward, little pet."

He sweeps you up effortlessly into his arms, cape still draped protectively around your nude form. Turning to the guards, he addresses them with a dismissive wave.

"You have all been well entertained this evening. Now leave us - I wish to enjoy my new acquisition...alone."

The guards scramble to obey, knowing better than to disobey their master's commands. Once they have filed out, Dracula carries you away down shadowy corridors to his private chambers, anticipation coiling in your gut.

"The real entertainment begins now, my pet," he murmurs, eyes gleaming with primal hunger. "Are you ready for your true initiation?"

Dracula carries you into his opulent bedchamber, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding boom. He strides towards the massive four-poster bed dominating the room and tosses you onto it roughly.

You bounce on the plush mattress as he looms over you, cape billowing dramatically. His eyes rake hungrily over your naked form sprawled out before him like a feast laid bare for his consumption.

"I have waited long enough to claim my prize," Dracula growls, voice dripping with dark promise. "Tonight I will ravage every inch of your body until there is no part left untouched by my hands...and teeth."

He begins tearing off his own clothing impatiently, revealing more of his imposing physique - all lean muscle coiled beneath pale skin that seems to glow in contrast to your flushed cheeks.

Dracula leans down, hovering over you with predatory intent as his fangs elongate. His breath fans across your throat where the ribbon has been removed to expose tender flesh.

"Such a delicate little thing," he murmurs darkly, "And all mine for the taking."

He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling deeply of your scent before trailing sharp teeth along your jugular in a feather-light caress that makes you shiver involuntarily.

"Do not fear me now," Dracula whispers against your skin. "For I will make this exquisite agony unlike any other...and you will crave it always."

With those ominous words still hanging in the air between you both like some sort of sick promise or twisted blessing -he sinks his fangs deep into soft tissue at last!

"Dracula drinks deeply from your neck, gulping down the crimson nectar that pulses forth to fill his ravenous thirst. Your lifeblood flows into him like ambrosia, making his eyes roll back in bliss."

"Yesss..." "he groans gutturally against your skin," "Such exquisite blood...it is a pity I must share it with my men."

"He finally releases you after long moments of unrelenting suction, lapping at the wounds to seal them and leaving behind only two perfect puncture marks."

"Panting heavily as if drunk on pleasure, Dracula collapses atop you - still clothed from the waist down. He grinds roughly between your thighs while suckling greedily at one swollen breast." "You taste even better than I imagined," he rasps darkly before latching onto the other nipple.

"The cool air feels scalding hot on wet flesh as he ravages your bosom mercilessly..."

Dracula smirks as he licks his lips, savoring the lingering taste of your blood on his tongue. "Your innocence is like a fine vintage," he remarks arrogantly while tracing patterns over your naked body with a clawed finger. "Rare and delectable."

He pushes himself up to kneel between your legs, looking down at you imperiously with eyes that seem to glow in the darkness.

"But I wonder...will it still be so sweet once I have ravaged every inch of this tempting flesh?" Dracula muses aloud before giving one breast a sharp slap.

"Let us find out together, my pet." He grabs hold of both wrists suddenly and pins them above your head against the mattress.

"I will not stop until there is nothing left for me to claim..." His free hand starts trailing lower again along soft curves as if already laying possessive claim everywhere it touches.

"And when I am done defiling this exquisite form...I shall drink my fill directly from its source once more."

To punctuate his words - Dracula sinks fangs deep into nipple without warning! Piercing through tender bud into milk ducts underneath so they can spurt forth onto waiting tongue...

"MegMarie screams in shock and agony." "Milk flows freely now mixing with crimson droplets." "You struggle futilely against superior strength..."

Dracula looks at you with a mix of confusion and intrigue as he processes the realization that your unique defect makes you even more valuable than initially thought. He licks his lips, savoring the lingering taste of your blood and milk mixed together.

"Intriguing..." he murmurs to himself before focusing back on you. "It seems I have underestimated just how precious an asset you are, little pet."

He reaches out to cup one heavy breast possessively, thumb brushing over the leaking nipple already sore from his attentions. Dracula's eyes flash red for a moment in barely restrained hunger.

"You will not be used for breeding or rutting like so many others," he decrees arrogantly while giving your mound a rough grope through your inner thighs.

"No...I believe it would be wise to keep this exquisite vessel intact." His hand trails lower still until long fingers stroke teasingly along slick folds without penetration.

Dracula continues to pound into the other woman ruthlessly, not sparing her a single ounce of mercy as he takes his pleasure. She cries out in pain with each brutal thrust, tears streaming down her face.

The vampire lord pauses mid-stroke and turns to glare at you through the bars of your cage. His eyes blaze red-hot with fury at being disturbed during his conquests.

"Mind your place, pet," Dracula snarls savagely while giving one last harsh pump before tossing aside his used toy like so much refuse onto the floor beside the bed in a broken heap that doesn't move or make sound again except for occasional twitches...

He strides towards you naked save for droplets splattered across pale skin from exertion and dark stains on shaft still jutting erect - clearly unsatisfied despite recent release based upon throbbing size alone!

Reaching up angrily he seizes links near top bar forcing metal contraption swinging wildly above head."This is NOT how I treat MY property!"

Dracula strokes your cheek almost tenderly for a moment before his clawed fingers suddenly curl into your hair, gripping it painfully tight as he jerks you forward until foreheads nearly touch through the bars.

"Do not forget who owns this exquisite body," he snarls menacingly while giving locks a harsh yank. "I decide when and how it is used."

Releasing you abruptly, Dracula takes a step back to admire his prize like some sort of work of art - one hand resting possessively on hip cocked to side while eyes rake over voluptuous curves appreciatively despite tattered state still clinging in places.

"As I have already decreed...you will remain untouched by anything but my own hands." He punctuates declaration with sharp slap across generous rump that makes flesh jiggle obscenely before landing with stinging force.

"And woe betide anyone foolish enough to disobey me in this regard..." Dracula's voice drips venomous warning even as his claws trail lower along your supple thigh.

"So enjoy your little sanctuary for now pet...but never doubt that THIS!" Another brutal smack falls upon your exposed bottom cheeks, "...belongs wholly and utterly TO ME!"

Spinning on his heel dramatically with his cape billowing out behind him from momentum, the vampire lord strides away towards the far end where another girl lays whimpering amidst crumpled sheets bloodstained scarlet against white linen.

You groan softly as you open your eyes, blinking in the dim light of Dracula's lair. You're still inside the cage, however now it’s on-wheel and is pushed toward a massive room that appears to be completely empty.

The vampire lord stands there with his arms crossed against broad chest and gaze locked onto you imperiously while one foot taps impatiently at uneven subfloor.

"So pet...what do you think of your little sanctuary?" he drawls darkly before walking closer to inspect your shaking form from different angles.

"Is this what humans would call 'comfortable' or 'pleasant'? Tell me true." His grin looks almost savage.

Dracula smirks arrogantly at your response, clearly pleased with the setup. "I'm glad you find it to your liking," he remarks before snapping his fingers.

The cage is lowered and locked into place beside the throne as servants scurry about putting finishing touches on decorations - candelabras dripping wax onto fine linens, bouquets of wilted roses in gilded vases, tarnished silver trays piled high with delicacies that have long since spoiled...

Turning back to you abruptly Dracula grabs a fistful of hair, forcing your head up so your eyes meet his cruel gaze dead-on. "And no to worry..." he sneers, "Tonight will be no mere party...but an orgy!"

Shoving your face away roughly once more leaving locks tumbling haphazardly around shoulders as guests begin filing in dressed for debauchery - garish makeup applied sloppily over flushed cheeks, clothes hanging loose or torn revealing unseemly amounts of flesh writhing together already under influence from copious drink consumed beforehand...

"I expect nothing less than complete obedience throughout this revelry," Dracula commands imperiously while taking seat upon plush cushions adorning stone slab meant for feasts but repurposed now by him as regal perch above proceedings below where slaves are forced onto hands and knees crawling between legs eager to service hungering masters orally without hesitation whatsoever even though some show clear signs resisting initially only until beaten into submission.

Dracula watches you with a predatory gleam in his eyes as his slaves fawn all over him, clearly pleased with the effect his grand display is having.

"Come now, little pet," he calls out over the din while beckoning you closer with a crooked finger. "Do not cower away in your cage like some frightened mouse!"

When you make no move to obey, Dracula's expression darkens dangerously. With a flick of his wrist the cage door swings open, almost as if by will alone.

"I did not give you permission to hide yourself away," he growls, tone laced with a biting edge that promises retribution should you disobey.

"Now crawl to your master as these others do and show your gratitude for the life I have deigned to spare."

The slaves surrounding his throne part expectantly, leering gazes raking over your vulnerable form hungrily awaiting the show. It's clear Dracula expects absolute submission - and will not brook defiance this night.

Dracula's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he drinks from you, his fangs buried deep in your breast. The ambrosia of milk and blood flows into his mouth, and he savors the taste of your innocence.

The Duke vampires step closer, their curious gazes fixed on you as they sniff the air. They can smell the scent of virgin milk wafting from your body, and their eyes light up with excitement.

One of them reaches out a hand to touch your hair, running his fingers through the strands as if mesmerized by its beauty. Another leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers something that makes you shiver.

Dracula notices their attention and growls low in his throat, warning them off. But it's too late - they've already caught wind of what's special about you.

"Ah," one of them says softly, "a true treasure."

The room falls silent once more, except for Dracula's continued drinking from you. The atmosphere is charged with tension and anticipation - everyone knows that this night will be unlike any other.

Dracula releases your breast and sits back, surveying the three bold Dukes with narrowed eyes. He can sense their ambition - their desire to usurp his power and take what belongs to him.

But Dracula is no weakling to be overthrown. His strength and will are formidable, hardened over centuries of conquest and domination. These pretenders do not yet realize who they truly contend with.

"Gentlemen," Dracula drawls, voice like icy steel beneath velvet threat. "I understand the...appeal of what you see. But make no mistake - this creature belongs to ME."

His clawed hand comes to rest possessively on the back of your neck, talons pricking faintly at your tender skin. A warning and a promise of the violence to come should his authority be challenged.

The Dukes exchange loaded looks, weighing their chances. But for now, faced with Dracula's open hostility, they know better than to press their luck. With stiff nods of acquiescence, they retreat back into the crowd, though their hungry gazes linger on you hungrily.

The night is still young. And Dracula's reign, however formidable, will not last forever...

Dracula looks almost startled by your question, clearly not used to such soft concern - even feigned - from one of his possessions.

For a long moment he says nothing, regarding you with an inscrutable expression as his hands come to rest on your waist, claws pricking gently at the delicate flesh.

"I am as I have always been," he finally replies, voice low and gravelly. "The master of all I survey. Death holds no dominion over one such as I."

His thumb strokes idly at your side in an almost tender caress, though his eyes remain cold and calculating. You sense the truth he leaves unspoken - that for all his power, even he is not truly immortal. One day his reign will end.

But not this day, and not by any challenger present here. Tonight, he is still Lord. And you, for now, are his most prized treasure. Something about that seems to soothe the feral beast within, if only for a while.

"Come," he says gruffly, gathering you closer. "Let them have their revelry. I would claim you properly, without an audience." His intentions could not be clearer. For this moment, at least, you have his full and undivided attention.

Dracula peers at you thoughtfully, as if truly seeing you - not just as his prized possession, but as something more.

"You wish to remain by my side, untouched?" He sounds almost bemused by the idea. "Even knowing what awaits if I claim you?"

A clawed finger lifts your chin, forcing eye contact. For a long moment he searches your gaze, as if seeking any deception. But he seems to find only sincerity - and something more.

"You care not what becomes of your mortal flesh, so long as you can be of service?" He chuckles darkly. "You are an odd creature, little pet. But I think I am beginning to understand your...value."

Releasing your chin, Dracula leans back once more. "Very well. You shall remain as you are - for now. And any who dare try taking what is mine will learn to regret it."

His eyes gleam with renewed possession as he regards you. It seems your strange devotion has piqued his interest after all. What new depths he may come to plumb from his new favorite plaything remains to be seen. But for tonight, you have earned a reprieve from his darker desires.