The low rumble of thunder echoed through the vast hall of the gothic castle and the drone of rain lashed against the stained-glass walls of the desolate main hall. A pillar of obsidian loomed over the tile floor, with the shape of a throne etched into the black stone. The throne’s occupant, a tall woman with raven black hair sat comfortably in her rightful place. Before her, a smaller, white-haired woman kneeled before her reverently kissing the imposing woman’s boots.
“You always do such a good job Sabina.” Elena spoke warmly, prominently displaying the pearlescent fangs in her teeth. “I’m so glad I took you in as my thrall.”
“Thank you, Countess, for seeing worth in this lowly peasant girl.” Sabina spoke before laying face-up as Elena’s heavy boot landed on her face. She winced as the heavy weight of her countess’s shoe unceremoniously trampled her, but really, they both knew she enjoyed her position. Not to mention, as a vampire herself, she was functionally immortal. She had endured far worse torment at Elena’s hand and loved it all.
Elena simply relished the feeling of absolute domination beneath her shoe. Sure, being the ruler of thousands of peasants in dozens of villages was fun and all but grinding a girl’s face under her foot was so much more visceral and direct. Plus, Sabina was easier to repair than a normal person should she become a bit too… violent in her play. The first time she sunk her teeth into that poor peasant girl’s neck made sure of that. From the first bite, she was transformed into her vampiric thrall, a lesser vampire created to be her slave. Perhaps in due time she would become a full vampire and unlock her powers, but for now, she existed to serve. However, to say she was forced into her period of servitude would be somewhat false, as a quick twist of her shoe into Sabina’s cheek confirmed what they both knew. She was enjoying this. Sabina gasped and shivered beneath her sole as the thick wall of rubber embossed its tread into her face.
A quiet knock reverberated through the cold hall. Elena looked up from her plaything to the throne room door slightly ajar.
“Enter.” Elena ordered sternly and flicked her wrist. With a gust of wind, the heavy door yawned open, revealing the figure of a young man clutching a large ceramic approach.
“Your Excellency, the head of your guard sends his regards and has brought to you this offering.”
“You may approach.” She spoke with authority. “I am delighted to see what he has procured for me on this evening.” Elena lifted her boot from Sabina’s face as the young thrall returned to her kneeling position.
The young man hastily approached the blackened throne and deposited the small covered ornately decorated bowl on the throne’s armrest before the countess. Stepping back, he bowed respectfully and with a quick turn, he darted back towards the servant hallways, leaving the two once again alone in the great hall.
“It is always amazing how dedicated and respectful your human servants are, no matter what you have them do. Surely, they must be terrified of someone as magnificent and powerful as you.”
“Fear only goes so far. They know they are protected from any… hazards so long as they do their job, and I find that it works quite well. It’s been a long time since any of them have had to be… terminated.” The countess mused, twirling the lid of the bowl with her hand. “Now, let us see what they have prepared for us this evening.”
Without fanfare, the countess lifted the heavy ceramic lid, filling the contents with the dim light of the chamber. Inside the bowl was a teeming array of miniscule, nude humans. The tiny figures reacted to the light and image of their enormous ruler with fear, and the vampire looked down with amusement as the wriggling figures tried in vain to escape her sight, only to slide back down the smooth walls of their ceramic prison.
“Today’s batch looks promising, I see.”
“More thieves like usual?” Sabina inquired, looking up from her kneeling position.
“Mmm… it appears so. I think there’s a few peasants who avoided their taxes, but they’re well built. Some of them may be the remnants of that rebellion a few months ago.”
“Let’s see how they taste!”
Pandemonium erupted in the bowl as her pale, dainty fingers dipped into the container. Tiny bodies desperately clambered over one another in an attempt to escape her fingers, but with so little space to run, a small handful was quickly scooped up and brought to her face. The bundle of tinies helplessly squirmed between her fingers as Elena admired her prey. She bared her gleaming white fangs with delight before depositing the tinies into her waiting maw.
“Mmm” She moaned, savoring
the taste of squirming bodies on her palate. Inside the putrid, humid cavern,
the tinies choked on the thick, cloying atmosphere around them. Her pleasure
mirrored the panic and misery inside her mouth, as she swished the bodies
around before biting down with a pleasurable sigh.
Screams resounded throughout the cave as her pearlescent jaws slammed down around them like a hammer. Blood and viscera sprayed throughout the cave as fragile bodies pulped between her molars, filling her maw with gore as she continued to chew up the bodies in her mouth. Within a few moments, the tinies were an unrecognizable mash that she unceremoniously swallowed. Elena smiled down at her waiting servant, baring her bloodstained teeth in delight.
“Delicious as always. As much as I love to taste the blood of the village farmers, the tiny bodies of these well-built young men are always so delightful.”
“Lady Elena, might I also sample one?”
“Open your mouth, thrall.” Elena ordered before plucking a shrieking tiny woman from the bowl and neatly depositing it into Sabina’s mouth. She eagerly closed her mouth, sealing the girl in total darkness before also crunching her between her teeth. Delicious, sweet blood flooded across her palate, not enough to properly sustain her, but enough to get the ecstatic taste of life in her mouth. The first bite silenced the pathetic creature and the rest rent her into an unrecognizable paste.
Sabina opened her mouth to reveal her own blood-smeared maw.
“Good girl.” Elena cooed.
“May I please have another.”
“Mmm, not so fast.” Elena replied as she carefully unhooked her dress and exposed her pale, shaved pussy to the cold air. “You need to do something for me first, and then I’ll consider feeding you some more.”
“Yes Lady Elena.” Sabina whispered as she dutifully approached the countess’s soft, pale vulva. Closing her eyes, she reverently planted a kiss on the supple lips before beginning to lick.
“You’re always so good at this. I’ve trained you so well over the past 100 years.” Elena shivered at the pleasurable sensation of Sabina’s tongue. While her thrall lovingly ate her out, she reached her hand back into the bowl. She grasped ahold of a strapping young man, who uncharacteristically for his masculine appearance shrieked and begged for his life.
“Now now, that’s no way to behave in front of your countess.” Elena giggled to herself. “What a shame you had to end up in this sorry state. You’re just my type. At least your blood will go to a higher purpose.”
She smiled warmly before gingerly depositing the man onto her tongue. As she carefully balanced him, she firmly jabbed him into one of her fangs. The pearlescent spike ripped through his body, shredding anything in its path and reducing his pathetic squeaks to a quiet gurgle. Crimson blood, the essence of life itself, trickled from the mortal wound across her tongue. The taste invigorated her, heightening her senses and the feeling of the smaller woman between her legs. For a moment, she simply let the man’s sanguinal essence fill her mouth, before letting his limp, useless body slide from her fang and down her throat. The harsh acids of her stomach would extract the last bits of nutrients for her.
Her thighs tingled from the wave of pleasure radiating from her crotch. A hundred years of strict training had rendered the small girl between her legs into a master of cunnilingus, as every single pass of her tongue sending waves of throbbing arousal across her body. As she bit her lower lip, Elena playfully dangled a tiny over Sabina before dropping the squirming little thing fall into the storm below.
The young man barely did anything wrong, so he thought, as he tumbled past the toned chest of his ruling noblewoman. A minor error in his taxes saw him plunging down into the ravenous worship of this powerful lady’s slave. For a moment, he tumbled helplessly, before falling directly into Sabina’s worship. The girl barely even noticed as the man was swept away by her tongue and quickly ingested.
Elena smiled as she gingerly dropped another tiny down the expanse of her stomach to her pussy and to her awaiting thrall. As she fell, Sabina’s tongue flicked upwards, inadvertently tossing the tiny back into the air and causing it to tumble off Elena’s throne entirely. The girl yelped and cried out as she plummeted, before landing on the tile below with a hard thunk.
Pain resonated through her broken body, and the world swirled and convulsed in her vision as she flailed around in an awkward attempt to rise to her feet. She had to escape, she just had to get up and-
Elena leered down smugly as she raised her boot over the broken speck. A mountain of worn, treaded rubber loomed above her body, before slamming down with a pathetic squelch. Thousands of tons of force, incompressible powerful to the twitching girl, pulverized her body nearly instantly. Elena herself didn’t even feel her tiny body explode beneath one of the lugs of her boot.
Sabina pulled away from Elena’s pussy to get a closer look at her countess’s brutal execution. As her boot raised, all that remained of the girl was a red splotch, connected to a similar pat of gore on Elena’s shoe by strings of viscera. The sheer might of her boot rendered her completely unrecognizable.
“Lick it up.” Elena ordered, and Sabina obeyed.
Sabina pressed her face to the floor, extending her tongue until it made contact with the cold floor. Despite the meticulous cleaning, dust and grime flooded her palate as she methodically dragged her tongue forward until the sweet taste of a young woman’s blood hit her mouth. Unlike the tinies she had chewed up, the unimaginable pressure of Elena’s step had pulverized her body into a paste. Fragments of bones were the only texture given to the flavorful mush that Sabina eagerly swallowed. She looked up from her lowly place licking the floor and saw Elena’s boot, towering high into the sky above her. For a second, she mused on what the tiny girl might have seen in her final moments at the mercy of the cruel noblewoman. Maybe one day, Elena will reduce her so she too can experience the terror of cowering beneath a shoe the size of a castle tower.
A single pass of her tongue rendered the floor spotless; a bright glimmering smear was etched into the relatively duller dry floor around it. Any evidence of the girl was gone, melting away in Sabina’s stomach as she turned her attention to the messy splotch on Elena’s treads. This too, she hungrily devoured until the black rubber was just as clean as the floor.
“Mmm, you’ve done so well my pet… I think you’ve earned a reward. Come come, let’s go to my chambers.”
Sabina stepped back as Elena rose
to her full, towering height. It was a sight she had seen hundreds of times
before, but seeing the 7-foot-tall vampire loom over her never failed to excite
her. She began to stand herself, but Elena firmly pressed her head back down.
“No, you crawl.” Elena spoke before waving her hand. A collar materialized from the ether around her neck with an audible clank, from the front, a long rope extended into Elena’s hand, which she firmly jerked before waving her hand again to make the bowl float beside her.
“Let’s go.”
The three walked down the hallways of the dark castle. What few servants were around darted out of sight as the towering woman and her pet crossed their path. Sabina found herself mesmerized by the rhythmic thunder of Elena’s heavy boots on the rich crimson carpets. The luxurious fabric effortlessly bent and compressed to her will, crumpling and leaving visible boot prints in the ground in her wake. Step-by-step, her lady, her owner firmly asserted her dominance over the world beneath her. A squeak caught her attention. Looking up, a tiny had been tossed in front of Elena’s path. From her position on the ground, she could hear its desperate plea for mercy. The tiny thing seemed to confess sins and begged his cruel ruler for some shred of mercy. Elena’s boot was her only reply of his wailing. A sad, wet crunch was the final sound the shrieking little thing emitted as the weight of a noblewoman’s boot crunched him like the insect he was.
It took all of Sabina’s willpower to not press her face into the latest boot print, with the crushed smear of what was once a person crushed into it. Elena’s cruel displays of power never failed to turn her on, no matter how many peasants met their end by her whim. Shrinking them and crushing them beneath her provided such a basic and intense form of utter dominance.
Soon enough, they reached a large set of mahogany doors. Elena pushed one open before leading the leashed girl to the massive ornate bed in the center of the room.
“I always thought vampires slept in coffins.” Sabina broke the silence of the quiet chamber.
Elena snorted. “A coffin is not nearly spacious enough for my needs, nor is it comfortable. I tried it once, and it was miserable. A bed such as this is more than sufficient to suit my needs.”
“Yes Mistress.” Sabina acknowledged her lady’s comment.
“Go lay across it. I’m going to be with you in a moment.” Elena ordered, dropping the leash from her hand. Immediately, Sabina took off and laid down on the bed with her bare ass expectedly raised.
The woman smirked to herself as she walked to a drawer in one of her cabinets. Sorting through the various implements of pleasure and torment, she finally settled on a gold-plated metal dildo, attached to a luxurious leather harness.
“This will do nicely.” Elena spoke aloud before grabbing a glass bottle of oil. In a few quick moves, she slid off her dress and tightened the harness around her lingerie-clad crotch. She poured oil from the ornate bottle before smearing it on the dildo.
Slowly, but surely, she sauntered over to her waiting thrall, who trembled with fear or excitement. She didn’t care either way, as both excited her immensely. Ever so gently she placed her hand on the smaller girl’s supple ass, before giving it a sharp slap. Sabina yelped as a bright red handprint materialized on her buttocks.
“Steady now. I’m going to add some tinies to spice this up.” Elena spoke before reaching back into the bowl. The few remaining survivors, traumatized from seeing so many of their kind be brutally whisked away to horrifying ends at the hands of these monsters, could do nothing but quietly sob as Elena scooped them up by the handful and carefully inserted them into the dripping pussy of the trembling thrall.
“How lucky you little worms are, getting to crawl inside the pussy of my most treasured plaything.” Elena cooed, gently teasing the folds of the woman’s vulva as she crammed more helpless tinies into her. Sabina could do nothing but squirm as every graze sent waves of pleasure across her body. The sensation was heightened by the feeling of tiny people squirming for their lives in the hot, oppressive cavern of her burning sex.
One of the tinies, a baker who neglected to pay taxes to his lady, managed to worm his way to the entrance of Sabina’s pussy, desperate for some form of escape. The comparatively bright light of the candlelit room burned his eyes as it adjusted from the dark.
To his horror, a golden monument filled his view. A vast rod, larger than even the greatest castle tower loomed dangerously close, connected to the waist of the gargantuan noblewoman. He looked up, and Elena could do nothing but smirk down at his predicament. She was about to carry out a mass execution and she was reveling it. He tried to squirm away, before a wall of death impacted him, shattering his body into a streak on the strap-on.
Elena looked down with delight as the loathsome peasant died just by her slightly lunging forward and smashing him into Sabina’s lower lips. His remains dripped off the tip of the toy.
“Please, please Mistress, put it in!” Sabina begged, struggling to bear the excitement brought by Elena ever so slightly grazing her crotch with the dildo.
Two firm hands gripped down on her ass, and Sabina gasped as she felt the heavy rod plunge deep into her. Her legs went weak as the firm pillar of her owner filled her. Inside, the squirms intensified, followed by a chorus of pops and squelches as tiny bodied slid beneath the metal dildo, crunching to mush beneath the sheer weight. Elena steadily pumped the rod in and out of her tight hole, dribbling fluid and the remnants of smushed tinies from her sex.
Every pump and thrust brought the death of more and more. A husband and wife who once aided a revolt against their lady could share only one more moment together before Elena’s strap on smashed them both into crimson paste on the smooth pillar. The remaining peasants cowered against Sabina’s cervix, trapped with nowhere else to go as Elena continued to fuck her thrall.
With a single firm motion, Elena grasped ahold of Sabina’s shoulder and yanked her close to her chest. Her thrusts turned to bouncing the girl on her strap, treating her more like a sex toy than a person.
“Mmm, watching the servants have their way with you is fun, but nothing beats fucking you like this.” Elena moaned into Sabina’s ear before licking her neck. Sabina could only force out a weak plea before her bladelike fangs plunged into her neck. Blood dribbled from Elena’s lips as the sweet sanguis vitae seeped from the new wounds punched into Sabina’s neck. Out of all the blood from the thousands of people she had sampled over her hundreds of years, none was so exhilarating as Sabina’s. It was the whole reason she took the girl for her own use. Even after her conversion to her thrall, the delicious taste never left the woman’s blood. Sabina’s submissive nature and eagerness to suffer for her pleasure made using her all the more sublime.
The sudden shift of position threw the tinies onto the tip of the golden rod as it violently rocketed up and down thorough the cave. The smooth surface, coated in fluid and crushed tinies, was incredibly slipper and none of the other tinies were able to cling to the tip and slid helplessly down to the size, where the vigorous motion quickly ripped them to shred, turning them into little more than lubricant for their sex.
Sabina clenched down as a pleasured wail escaped her lips. Juices drizzled from her pussy as her orgasm hit with full force. Anything that remained inside of her was quickly ground to nothing by her clenching down on the metal toy. Elena removed her mouth from Sabina’s neck and gently pulled her from the toy, tossing the twitching girl onto her bed as she rode a post-orgasm high.
After Elena unlatched her strap-on and tossed it aside, she crawled into bed alongside the now-exhausted thrall.
“Good girl, you did so well.” Elena cooed in an uncharacteristically soft manner. She carefully grasped Sabina’s face before kissing her on the lips.
“Mistress… thank… thank you. Thank you for seeing value in this lowly girl.” Sabina replied, still shaking from the unexpected kiss.
“Thank you for being such a good toy, no matter what cruelties I inflict on you. You have been an amazing companion and plaything these past 100 years. Selecting you was such a good choice.”
Meanwhile, the last two tinies were completely broken. Hours of pure torment and slaughter spent listening and watching helplessly as other tinies were taken away to a horrific fate. They barely even reacted as Elena finally came to claim them, only meekly whimpering when she slipped one of them between Sabina’s lips and the other her own. Elena once again grabbed Sabina’s mouth and roughly kissed her. Two massive tongues collided in the boiling, wet cavern with little regard for the final two survivors caught in the middle.
Their worlds became a turgid blur of saliva and hot mounds of flesh slamming together in a fit of ecstasy. It was as if they were fighting, whether over their helpless forms or simply leaving them to be caught in the middle. The typhoon around them was so great that the two were barely even able to notice as the tongues ruthlessly cast them from their domain. They only realized as they slid down a throat and began to slide down a slick, pulsing tube, the air slowly growing hotter and hotter before they plunged into a churning vat of acid in the darkness of her stomach. Within a few agonizing seconds of melting in the caustic liquid, their lives expired, leaving their bodies to melt to nothing but bone in the hellish lake.
Elena pulled away. “Sabina, did you just swallow both of them?”
The normally demure woman gave her a cheeky smirk. “Sorry Mistress.”
“Well, there will certainly be
punishment for this. Perhaps I’ll stomp you to death under my heavy boots like
those specks or cut off your head to fill my wine glass. There’s enough time
for that later. For now, your lady is tired, and she wishes to lay next to you
for the evening.”
Sabina laid back without a word, already trembling with excitement. They both knew that despite the utter brutality Elena often inflicted upon her, they both truly loved it, and her newfound immortality turned things like being trampled or beheaded into simply minor events that her lady’s arcane arts could undo in a moment. For now, though, a break from the action would be welcome. She looked over at the soft, sleeping face of the noblewoman, so uncharacteristically peaceful and still.
“Thank you, Mistress, I love you.”
Elena said nothing, but Sabina thought she saw a smile before she laid down to sleep herself.