Helena's Turning

Part 7

Cabud grabbed Helena by the arm, seeing the new fire with which she burned underneath. He knew where to go now. He didn't bother speaking to her but pulled her along. She didn't resist, but he moved quickly enough to make sure that she was always off-balance. They climbed a flight of stairs, his strength preventing her from falling when she stumbled. The first door in that corridor was open and Cabud threw Helena inside.

The decor was deep claret red, with velvet and silk as dominant themes. In the centre was a four-poster bed and Helena urgently shed her cloak as Cabud followed her into the room, and she flung herself onto the bed, turning to face her master.

"Take me now," she cried, "You know I need it! Please, I'm begging you! Fuck meeee!" For all the power and energy she felt, she could not command the one thing that mattered to her now. Cabud gazed imperiously at her as he slowly removed his clothing while Helena continued pleading for his cock in her pussy, spreading her legs wider and thrusting her chest out further in every effort to arouse her master and make him speed up.

In her hunger, it seemed to Helena that it took him forever but in fact it was only a couple of minutes. Finally Cabud stepped from the small pile of his garments and showed her his cock hanging flaccid before him. Helena was aghast that she had so utterly failed to turn him on, and that she should be denied the release that she now needed with a fury that she had never known before. Desperately she turned over and crawled to the edge of the bed, opening her mouth wide in offering, determined to perform the hated task if that was what it took to have a hard penis in her vagina. Cabud saw what she intended and smiled but shook his head.

Helena sat up on her haunches with a dismayed look on her face, but before she could vocalize the question, "What can I do to get you to fuck me?" Cabud produced a set of handcuffs from behind his back. He threw them to Helena, who needed no instruction but put them on her wrists. Such was the power of Cabud's link, she knew that she should put them on in front of her, not behind. She looked into Cabud's eyes as she closed the first bracelet and she continued to squeeze. She felt the metal start to bite her but did not stop until Cabud nodded. Already her hand was beginning to feel numb from the pressure, but she managed to perform the same routine for the other wrist. She lay back onto the bed, experiencing the softness as if for the first time, while Cabud advanced to the foot of the bed. She watched in awe as the mighty rod engorged itself until it reached its full length, then Cabud climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Helena as she stretched her arms above her head.

Helena waited, but she could scarcely control the urge to lift her body, to writhe before him, to sit up and pull him down onto her. She had hungered for blood and now, after the frenzy downstairs, she hungered more and more for sex, for Cabud's sex, fast and hard and violent and in her. She wanted to return these things but if she made one move out of place, she was sure that Cabud would torture her through denying her any release. She did not even dare to speak lest her hunger go unfulfilled. Her body was tingling all over, cursing her for the denial of physical sensation. And Cabud had once more stopped, simply looming over her without making any move to penetrate as she so dearly wished. A crescendo of unsatisfied desire tore through her as the full impact of her recent feeding reached her system. It was the moment Cabud had been waiting for.

Helena screamed as her senses went into overdrive and at the same time Cabud drove his ramrod cock deep into her body. Cabud lay on top of her, reaching up to hold her by her arms while he pumped into Helena with his full force again and again. Each thrust tore another scream from Helena. Neither pleasure nor pain, these screams were something far more primal, a simple release of overloaded sensation. It did not take long for her experience to culminate in an orgasm that seemed to bring the world to ruin around her. She did not notice that Cabud had timed his own climax to coincide with hers but noticed as he drew out and stood once more. She tried to reach for him, to bring him back and repeat the experience but he shook his head, speaking for the first time since he had brought her here.

"More than that would literally kill you," he said, "And you have demonstrated remarkable self-control so that would be a waste. In fact, you will never experience that again, for that was the First Blood. You welcomed it this time, while you resisted the urge when you killed before, so it was this time that you were taken by it."

He returned to the bed and sat down beside Helena, before continuing, "Now you are truly a vampire, a hunter of the night. The First Blood completes in the mind what the First Bite starts in the body. I did go on one time to give a girl a second orgasm on her First Blood, but as I say, it killed her. She deserved it, of course, because she was stupid and lacked the skills that you have so quickly learned. It must have been an incredible way to die."