Phlague

It was incredible. For a race being so weak, naïve and simpleminded, females were still standing together in solidarity, even when it did them no good. Even when they could save themselves, they would rather die than betray one of their own.

Idiosyncratic, he thought to himself as he watched the three females chained to his wall. Each of them naked and stripped of their clothes and dignity. Their bodies were dirty and soiled, skinny and bony. After about two weeks of being chained to that wall without blood, they started to look unhealthy. Yet they still didn't beg yet.

It was all an experiment. He wanted to watch how females could betray one another over the thing they all craved the most in this world; blood.

- Starve them for two weeks, that was all it would take. Today was the day he'd give them an option.

"So," He said in a calm, slithering voice. "Which one of you will it be? Who wants to get fed?"

None of them spoke. It made a nasty smirk curl to his lips. They wanted to starve some more? By all means, they could go right on ahead. It wouldn't change the fact that he was still going to make them beg. At some point, all females begged.

And what would they beg for?

His cock.

Yes. That was the experiment. The three females who were chained to his wall were all chained in each their strategic position; one facing front, one facing back and one facing front, but on her knees.

They represented his three moods; front, back and mouth.

The single rule to his experiment was easy; the first one to beg him to fuck him would get fed - right after he fucked them of course, and he made no promises of how long it would take. His stamina was quite something. Pure blood did that to you. The females would beg him, but only one would get fed per week. And then he'd wait another week to ask them the same question.

Basically, it was all about who could withstand the thirst. In the end, for blood, vampires would do everything. Thirsting to death was the most horrible way to die and since females were the weakest race to walk the land... it was only a matter of time until they would be begging him, fighting each other for him to fuck them. Get his blood. Sate their thirst.

Only a matter of time.

"If nobody wants to speak up..." He calmly continued in a voice just above a whisper, "You will all wait another week to get another opportunity."

He smirked when he saw the females painstakingly look at each other. They were watching the youngest one in particularly. She was but fourteen and she was the one facing with her back to him. She was probably the one thirsting the most, but if she was to speak up... her young, little (and probably virgin) ass would be his to do with as he pleased.

And there were a lot of things that pleased him when it came to the ass. She would suffer for hours before she finally got her reward.

And knowing that, the other females didn't tell him to take her, even if he could tell they wanted her to feed the most. Stupid females, protecting their youngs. Their instincts made them weak. Well... weaker. As if that was even possible.

"Alright," He said and stood up from his bed. "You missed your chance. Enjoy another long week of starvation."

The females all whimpered - the youngest one even began sobbing - but he did not care. It only made him smirk grimly. He had a feeling next week one of them would cave. He sincerely hoped it would be the youngest one. He had been craving to get inside that snug little female since his males brought her to him. It would be a shame if she died, but then again, another one would just take her place. His experiment had to go on, after all. Eventually, one would crack.

A hard knock now sounded on his door and disturbed his trail of thoughts. Slowly turning to it, he glared at it. "Enter."

The door was opened and in came two of his males, dragging a young female after them, holding her by her hair. She was screaming and crying, bashing from the pain; She hadn't seen nothing yet.

"A Mihr, master," One of the males spoke and bowed for him respectfully.

He gave his loyal male a brief look which told him all he needed to know. The two males threw the young female on the floor who fell onto her knees before him and cried silently. She was shaking from top to toe. His males then took another bow and carefully backed out. The doors were sealed shut and the lock sounded.

- It was playtime.

"Well," He calmly begun and looked at the whimpering female lying before him. "Welcome, young one. What's your name?"

Trembling to her bone, the female shakily replied; "S-S-Saja."

"Saja..." He slithered. "What a pretty name... do you know mine?"

The female choked on something and then cried silently. Fear overpowered her, the bare inclination of his name made her crimp away and cry. It amused him. It was exactly as it should be; Everyone should fear him, respect him. Be on their knees before him like this female. Most importantly, the Dralan should.

"My name," He said and slowly crouched down to the sobbing female. "Will be wise to remember as you will be screaming it in a few minutes. So say it. Speak... it... LOUDLY!"

The female shook in fear and cringed when he raised his lethal voice, let it boom off the stone walls. Slowly, she sniffled and then opened her little mouth in a squeaky voice. "P-Phlague."

Instant bliss flooded his veins. He closed his eyes and dwelled in the moment as the female spoke his name with so much fright, it instantly hardened his cock.

Phlague. Yes, that's how his name should always be said. With fear. With dread. With horror. His name would represent everything that was to come in this kingdom, and once he finally faced the weakened Dralan who was suffering without a Mihr, it would be that name that left their ridiculous leader's lips as he left this kingdom - speared with the same red blade he had threatened to kill him with.

Pumped by the rush of that thought, he reached down and grabbed the female by her hair and yanked her up. She cried out in hurt as he dragged her to her feet, then spun her around so her front was faced away from him. He then wrapped his arm around her body and brought it up against his, made sure she felt exactly what was going to be inside her in a moment. Every full, throbbing inch of it.

"P-please!" She cried, sobbing uncontrollably. "H-have mercy! Please! Please! I b-beg you, p-please!"

"Shhh..." He calmly whispered in her ear and stroked her cheek. She cringed at his touch and it made a satisfactory grin slide onto his lips. "It will all be over soon. If you behave nicely, I might even let you out." Lie. They females that came in here never left again. Unless they were being dragged out, lifeless, drained. Or simply so bloodied from his... playtime, that they hadn't survived.

Like he said, weak.

"P-please," The female sobbed again. "P-please, please, I-I don't want to--" her voice died in a scream as he attacked her there and then.

His long, yellow fangs sunk into her vein and buried themselves deeply in her neck. He bit tightly and ripped at her flesh so the blood came easier. As he took that first deep drag, a long, greedy sound rumbled from his chest, all the while female screamed in agony. But he didn't hear any of her pleas anymore.

The pure blood of the female hit his tongue and put all his senses in focus. The adrenalin that instantly awoke his body made him turn rigid, more greedy. He sucked, drank from the female who cried and screamed, thrashed in his arms. It only made it so much better. He could taste the strong, sour fear in her blood, adding a nice fragrance to her pure taste. It was his favorite kind. Horror.

And you are what you drink, he thought as he yanked at her vein again, ripped more of her flesh open; Should he keep her alive, it would scar badly.

After a few puny struggling minutes, the female began to grow limp in his arms. Pathetic, he thought again. Soon she would be all his to play with and the thought alone made his cock jerk. Very soon.

He fed for another minute or two until the female couldn't stay upright anymore. Her cries turned into whispers, that turned into shallow breaths. That's when he finally detached himself, groaned loudly and licked his lips in deep satisfaction. He felt so revived now, powered - as if he had been electrified, refueled.

It truly did feel like The Blithesome Miss had touched him. All the rumors were true.

Now that the female was practically out cold, he grabbed her by her waist and then hoisted her up on his shoulder. He threw her carelessly on his favorite piece of furniture he owned; his play table.

He got the belts out. He tightened them around her hands, arms, neck and stomach. He made sure to line her up perfectly with the edge of the table so no extra maneuvering was required. When he played, he didn't want to stop to adjust. No, then it was all about playing.

He bend her legs to the stirrups on the table and then tied them tightly so they couldn't move, couldn't break free. It was for her own good. If she kicked him or even remotely tried harming him, she would see what kind of pain he could really do. It would be nothing compared to what he would do now.

He grabbed his knife from his belt and began cutting open her dress. The female begun stirring a little, but she was still weakened. She would be for hours.

And those were the hours he would enjoy her. Nothing better than a female who didn't disobey you, and these days, the only females who didn't do that were the unconscious ones.

As he ripped away her garbs and laid eyes on her young, perky body, his cock made another jerk. He watched her with glinting, hungry eyes for a moment, took in those perfectly round, pink nipples, budding in the air from the cold.

- When he was done, they would be red.

He gave one of them a little flick and watched how it beaded even more. He smirked. So easy. They represented everything females were.

Actually, he took that back. As he walked down and stood in the spot between her legs where he would spend his next many hours, he looked upon her tight, pink temple that never had been entered before; so tiny, so easily controlled and dominated. That was what females were.

"And mine," He growled lowly as he now unbuckled his pants and lined his throbbing cock up with her pussy. At the contact, the female stirred a little again, begun blinking to regain her consciousness. But again, he didn't care.

They were all his. All the females. One day, they would do his every command. Wait on his bed for him with their legs open. Open their mouths and suck his cock with the flick of his finger. Stick their ass up for him with just a look. They'd all learn.

- Phlague was their master.

That was his final thought as he shoved himself deep into the young female in one hard thrust, and then listened in ecstasy as her scream of unimaginable pain reverberate into the high ceilings, until even The Blithesome Miss bowed down to his mercy.

All his.