Day Three

Lockdown Vampires

Day Three

Everything's ramped up. Lockdown's become martial law. I bet you didn't expect that so soon. I knew it was coming, I've been saying it for years. Not on this blog maybe. The authorities shut down my last one, and my website. Youtube banned me. So did Facebook. At least I can talk about it here, at the moment, before they silence me again. And you need to hear this. You women and you men, you need to know what's fucking coming to rip your lives apart. Happily married? Or a miserable singleton, like me? It doesn't matter. This earthquake's gonna split the men from the women. It's gonna change everything. 


The NHS (they mean Porton Down and the other lot) are working on finding a cure. They may do it, turn things around, but I'm not convinced. Once her heart stops, that's it. Only, it's starts again. No one expects that, see. No one is prepared for it. They think they're dead. Dead and gone. They're not expecting them to come back. No one is!

Fuck! I got so much to tell you, but like always there's not enough time. 24 hours before the bomb goes off! 48 hours to solve the crime and uncover the guy that set you up! Shit! We don't even have that long! It'll be over soon. You watch. 

I said I'll tell you about pets, so I will, only this is gonna get steamy, right? So if you can't handle that, get your puritanical ass down to church. Okay, you can't go to fucking church anymore, you'd better just get on your knees and pray for forgiveness. I'm gonna tell you anyway.

Pets are female. Males can't be pets. Us men have other roles. That's for another time.
There's another type of pet: vampire's that become pets to other vampires. It's not common, but it's not unheard of. It's usually the result of a pact made between two vampires. This is the story I'm gonna share. Where did it come from? I know you wanna know. So I'll tell you alright? You remember that woman that works at The Grimoire, the occult bookshop. It comes from her, Sophie. I don't know where she got it from. 

Now these two vampire's - Katie and Chloe - come from different clans. That means different Matriarchs. (Add them terms to the list too, we'll talk about them another time). All you need to know is that Katie and Chloe don't get on. According to Sophie that's a 'major understatement ' (her words not mine). Katie made a pact in return for Chloe's help and the price? Chloe made Katie become her pet. That's why there's some weird shit going on in this story. If you got questions, just let me know. If there's time, if this pandemic doesn't end as quick as I know it's gonna, well, if it doesn't, I'll try and give you some answers.

So here you go, here's a glimpse of what it's like to be a pet.

Oh, and one last thing, then I'll shut the fuck up. Don't read this stuff if you're easily offended and don't read this if you're a youngster. This blog is for the adults, so run along kiddies. The rest of you, read on for a glimpse into the life of a pet. Katie, once a keyholding vampire, powerful and dominant, but now a pet and owned by Chloe, a rival vampire from Newcastle.



Up until now, if you're a woman involved with the Sister's of Annis (we'll talk about the other groups later, and there's a lot of them) you have two choices: you can become a vampire or a pet. Some pet's last a long time. Other's are treated like blood slaves. Some girls, the very submissive ones, love that. Others want more, they want love and they get it too.


A vampire's heart doesn't beat, does it? That's the story. That's what all the movies, all the legends say. Who's that guy in Dracula: 'There is no heart beating' or, 'I'm dead inside' etc. Gary Oldman, that guy. Yeah but you know what? They need something to pump the blood, don't they? That's fucking biology 101. Sure for a time they can live without it beating, pumping, but eventually they go into some kind of stasis or coma. They fall between the worlds. Slip into the fucking shadows! It's like being trapped between our waking state and our sleep state. We can do it too, you just gotta watch what happens when you fall asleep. It's weird and scary as fuck. We can't stay there, but they can. That's where they live: inbetween. The beating heart moves the blood sure, but, and this is what people don't get, it works on another level too! It moves the fucking energy through their system. Powers them like a fucking dynamo! That's why they're so fucking strong, so fast. That's why they can read minds and make us do things. And the powerful ones, the Matriarchs and Clan Mothers, the shit they can do will chill you to the fucking bone and beyond, deep into your fucking soul. 

Katie and Chloe

“If that will be all?” Katie asked, looking up at Chloe. The blonde vampire didn’t respond. Katie sniffed loudly and leaned forward to ease the pressure on her ankles. “If that will be all?” she repeated. She sniffed again. 

Vampires don’t get colds,she thought. Her energy centres felt heavy with the malignant presence of the other vampire. If she fed, she might have a chance to cleanse herself, to exorcise Chloe’s presence, possibly to escape, but Chloe wouldn’t allow that. Starved of blood, Katie was unable to resist the parasitic forms that fed on and controlled her energy centres. Her bones ached. Her legs and arms felt heavy and the desire to escape, to feed on naked men, left her with a persistent craving that remained unfulfilled.

Is Peter searching for me now,she wondered? Will he turn up at the door and free his mistress? No, she realised. This had been Peter’s suggestion.The thought dawned on her, that he may have set her up. But why?She knew she should have killed him a long time ago. If Kurt was still her server, he would have already rescued her, but then, he would never have accepted Katie’s decision to become Chloe’s pet. Immaculate, well-groomed and fulfilling each task with pride; he was nothing like Peter. Peter was sloppy, slow to answer her call and constantly asking to be let out of his chastity cage. He should have been at Chloe’s door already, but other than the dead men, they were alone.

“There’s nee point,” Chloe said, motioning for Katie to attend her. 

Slowly, the Russian vampire rose, clasped Chloe’s shoulders and prised the blood-soaked gown away from her mistress’s lithe body. Chloe stepped forward, then turned to face her new pet.

“No point?” Katie asked, reluctantly dropping the bloody garment to the floor. The forbidden fruit of its rich, vibrant scent taunted her. She ignored it.

“D’yu still not naa?” Dried blood coated the blonde’s body and she ran a finger over her left breast, creating a smeared line through the desiccated liquid. She licked her finger provocatively.

“Know?”

Chloe laughed. “’n’ I thought yu were the clever one! Yu server’s workin’ for the Stakes, yu silly girl. He always was.” She paused, waiting eagerly for her pet’s reaction. 

Katie’s face darkened. She went to speak, but her words faltered and died.

“’e’s not comin’ to rescue yu. Right now, ‘e’s on his way to Sunita.”

“I have to go,” Katie said, staring bitterly at the blood-soaked gown lying at her feet.

“No. Yu’re mine, little bitch. Yu’re goin’ nowhere.”

The dark-haired vampire glared at her mistress. Deep down, she felt Chloe’s intrusive presence tighten throughout her energetic body. “At least let me feed,” she protested.

“Nar.”

Katie bit her bottom lip, swallowed and asked weakly, “May I lick your gown?”

The blonde vampire stared triumphantly at her Russian pet.

Katie’s teeth ground together. Her stomach rumbled. “Please, Mistress?” 

Chloe stared back at her, invigorated by Katie’s supplication. “Nar.”

“Then I will lick the blood from your body,” she suggested. Chloe didn’t respond and Katie added, in desperation, “Please.”

Chloe laughed. “Run iz a bath.”

“I need to go,” Katie said again. The bloody gown seemed to sparkle with fragments of energy.

“Nar. Look at me.”

Katie gazed at the face of the northern vampire. Congealed blood stuck Chloe’s blonde bob to her forehead. It stained her neatly plucked eyebrows, drawing a line across the bridge of her small nose. Her thin lips, from which so much venom had been spewed over the years, were locked tightly together. Katie thought there was little chance that venom would suddenly cease.

“Yu naa, I can sense yu thoughts and feelings?” Chloe turned away and walked towards the shower.

“And?” Katie asked, mesmerised by a thick line of blood that had dried down Chloe’s spine.

Her mistress looked back at her. The gentle curve of her left breast still darkened by a bloody stain. “And, me little bitch,” she said, “Ad be careful how yu react to me instructions.” She stepped into the shower, turned the handles and stared at Katie as hot water cascaded over her head and shoulders. “Run the bath, then.”

Katie sighed and walked over to the raised bath in the centre of the room.

“I wan’ it steamin’ hot!”

Katie’s stomach rumbled again as she ran the taps. Her heart was slowing. She thought she was going to collapse. “I need to feed.”

“Add bubbles ‘n’ herbs.”

“Please, Chloe. My heart is slowing.”

“A naa, A can sense it,” Chloe confessed, lathering her chest. “Al feed yu soon.”

“Thank you,” Katie replied, adding a strong mixture of lavender, lemon and bubble bath to the steaming hot water. 

The blonde smiled, almost dancing in the shower as she purged herself of her victims’ blood. “That’ll dee,” she called, exiting the shower and leaving a trail of water droplets behind her. She held out a hand for Katie to take as she climbed the marble steps, then stepped down into the large oval bath. Katie backed away, attempting to leave Chloe alone.

“Haway closer,” Chloe ordered, motioning for her to approach. Reluctantly, Katie obeyed. She felt short without her booted heels, and vulnerable without clothes. It was a feeling she loved to create in men — not one that she wished to share herself. She stopped at the bottom of the steps, still wishing she could leave.

“Closer.”

A deep need to fulfil Chloe’s command replaced Katie’s desire to leave. Reluctantly she climbed the first step and stopped. Then the second, hesitated, and finally the third.

“So smooth,” Chloe said, eyeing her pet’s neatly trimmed pussy. Bubbles of white foam coated the top of Chloe’s arm as she reached out and stroked Katie’s stomach. Water dripped onto the marble steps, forming tiny pools. 

Part of Katie wanted to pull away, to rid herself of her touch. Those feelings were kept in check by a deeper, more dominant desire to fulfil Chloe’s wishes. She remained still, standing beside the bath while Chloe’s hand stroked downwards. It delved to the right, brushing over her thigh before sweeping back up to bridge the gap between her legs.

“Please, Chloe, don’t,” Katie said, as the bathing vampire’s fingers rested on her pussy.

Chloe looked up at her and smiled. Her fingers remained in place. “Yu’re mine,” she said. “This is mine.” Her hand slid between Katie’s legs, her middle finger pressing and parting her pussy lips.

Deep within, Katie felt a vibrant, toxic energy pulse like a heartbeat between her legs. It tingled, warming her. She bit her lip and bent forward, clasping the edge of the bath. Her breasts hung low, her nipples ripe for tweaking. Chloe reached out with her other hand and cupped Katie’s right breast, pulling it closer. Her tongue brushed over her nipple, tasting and teasing the Russian vampire. 

Katie gasped and thrust herself against the exploring hand. 

Chloe smiled. Her hands dropped away, and she slumped back into the hot, steaming water. “Bathe iz,” she said and closed her eyes.

Katie sighed. Her energy centre still throbbed, warming her pussy and sending fiery sparks of power through her body. She shook her head as if to shake away a bad thought and looked down at her vampire mistress. She lay before her, upper body resting above the water level, lower body coated in foam that floated across the bath like fluffy ice flows.

A thought rushed through Katie’s mind: kill her now. Be done with it.A warning thought retaliated: kill her and you too will die.

“Stop with the schemin’ ‘n’ bathe iz.”

Pushing the contradictory thoughts aside, Katie submerged her hands in the hot water, formed a cup and poured it over her mistress’s chest.

“That’s nice,” Chloe hummed, welcoming the warm shower. 

Katie picked up the soap and sponge, rubbed them together to form a thick lather, and began to massage Chloe’s shoulder’s.

Chloe grabbed Katie’s wrist. Her eyes snapped open. “Gently,” she said. 

The Russian vampire stared into the depths of her eyes, enraptured by the other’s presence. She nodded.

“Mmm,” Chloe murmured as Katie lifted her bob and moved up her neck. “Do me hair,” she instructed. “Then me face.”

Katie took a jug from the stand beside the bath and filled it with water. “Lean forward.”

Chloe did as instructed, allowing Katie to brush her hair up from the back of her head, then pour the warm water gently over her skull. The Russian added shampoo, running her hands through Chloe’s hair, rubbing the scalp furiously, before rinsing it clean.

“D’yu feel better now?”

Katie frowned, then realised her cold, unlike the heat between her legs, had dissipated. Even her hunger had receded.

“Yu’ll find it much, much easier, if yu just accept things as they are. Now, wash me face ‘n’ body.”

“Yes, mistress,” Katie acknowledged, smoothing her hands over Chloe’s face. Gently caressing her soft brow, she added cleanser, cleaning away any excess blood from the arc of her cheeks.

“That’s betta.”

Katie picked up the cloth from the side, soaked it in the water, then squeezed the excess back into the tub where it formed a ravine amidst the mountains of bubbles coating Chloe’s legs. She wiped delicately over her mistress’s face and neck, sweeping away the pinky-white soap suds.

“Much betta.” Chloe tilted her head back as Katie smoothed over her forehead and cheeks. She gazed at the dark-haired Russian, watching her lather the bar of soap between her hands, then soothe it across muscles and veins with firm yet gentle fingers.

Katie didn’t speak as she soaped, washed and cleaned her new mistress. Her task cleared her mind of the internal battles that had previously plagued her.

Chloe lifted herself a little out of the water, offering her back for Katie to soak, soap, then soak again. Hot water trickled from the wash cloth down Chloe’s back, creating streams of water that streamed back into the bath.

“Lean back,” Katie instructed, her attention focused on Chloe’s chest. 

Chloe’s nipples were already hard when Katie first brushed them with the cloth. It was a tentative touch, a gentle caress that teased the bathing vampire and left Katie with an even stronger feeling of arousal. The blonde murmured at her touch, arching her back to greet Katie’s soapy hands, to direct them towards and around her nipples. Katie didn’t let her mistress dictate, opting to tease and touch, brush and push. Her flat palm carressed Chloe’s nipple. Chloe’s soft murmurs increased as Katie prolonged and denied the pleasure she sought.

Katie’s hands slipped down to her mistress’s stomach, submerging in the water where her fingers ran towards her pussy. Chloe gasped, bit her lip, and watched her pet, who stared back at her as her hands brushed Chloe’s thighs. 

Stroking her tenderly beneath the water, Katie bent forward to kiss her mistress. Planting the delicate touch of lip upon lip, her thumb worked inwards, descending over the curve of Chloe’s thighs until she touched her pussy lips. Chloe thrust her hips upwards, eager for more attention. The brunette shook her head, her hands ascending once more, driving over her stomach until her fingers reached the curve of her mistress’s breasts and clamped on her nipples.

Katie’s kisses returned, a gentle touch on Chloe’s lips. Then another and another, teasing across her cheek and down Chloe’s neck.

A bite in the right place was all it would take. Katie discarded the thought like unwanted luggage. She glanced at the blonde, who smiled and bit her lip. Katie’s long teeth grazed against Chloe’s neck. Her thumbs and fingers lightly pinched, tugged gently on Chloe’s nipples. Released. Pinched again. Tugged. Released.

Chloe felt a soft pressure against her neck as her pet teased her flesh with lips and teeth. Katie planted kisses like tiny seeds of pleasure that gradually reached the front of her neck. Her sharp teeth skimmed against Chloe’s goose-bumped skin. She smiled at the desperate vampire, kissed her way downwards until she took a nipple in her mouth. 

Chloe’s gasp echoed around the steaming bathroom. Her hands clasped the edge of the bath, long fingernails grating against the hard, cold surface. Her legs went rigid at the brush of her pets tongue over her nipple. Torturously, Katie flicked back and forth, before moving to the other breast. 

Katie’s hand descended again, delving below the hot water and between Chloe’s legs. Desperate for her touch, they parted with ease. Katie’s fingers stroked over Chloe’s wet slit. Tracing patterns across her pussy lips, she stroked up and over the top of her sex. Chloe gasped at the touch of Katie’s fingers as they tantalised and teased her, remaining clear of her vulva and clitoris. Her rigid nipples ached to be touched. Her hips writhed, chasing Katie’s exploring hands. 

“Oh my God! Touch iz!” Chloe gasped.

Katie shook her head and grinned enthusiastically. She dropped a hand between her own legs, feeling her wetness and the desire to touch herself as she teased her mistress. Her fingers slid up and down over her mound, before circling her clit. She moved faster on herself, murmuring at her own touch as she continued to tease and deny Chloe.

“Please, Katie,” Chloe gasped. “Touch iz.”

“I’ll be your best pet yet,” Katie promised as her tongue flicked rapidly over Chloe’s nipple. Her forefinger hesitated over the top of Chloe’s pussy. Slipping back and forth, it caught Chloe’s clit with each movement.

Chloe gasped. Her hands clutched tightly onto Katie’s arms as she stared at the Russian.

Katie smiled as her fingers slid against Chloe’s moistness. Her tongue brushed over Chloe’s nipples, teasing and nurturing until she clamped one between her teeth. She looked up at her mistress, a smile still on her face, pulled backwards and released. “Oh my god!” Chloe gasped, bucking against her exploring fingers.

Katie saw the first shudder sweep through Chloe. Her hand moved faster over Chloe’s pussy, working around her clit while stroking her own. Matching their rhythms, she brought them both closer and closer. Chloe’s legs went rigid and her body began to shake as wave upon wave of orgasm swept through her.

Katie sat back and rubbed herself harder as she watched her shaking mistress. Do it now,a voice said inside her. Katie ignored it, preferring to pinch and pull on her nipples, while her other hand brought herself closer to her own release. The orgasm hit her quick and hard. Her body shook in ecstatic climax.

Chloe smiled at the sight of the quivering Russian. “This is just the start,” she whispered, running a hand over Katie’s long, dark hair. “Just the start me pet.”