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Seras Bound	By : jospeholivier Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7883 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Seras Bound
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Seras Bound
As Seras Victoria waved her burning torch to illuminate the darkness ahead, the shadows that filled the corridor shifted restlessly. The shapes that wandered in and out of the edges of her vision conjured images of monsters and demons in her mind, which made her shudder slightly. The area was completely unfamiliar to her and she had learned a long time ago not to take the secrets of the Hellsing manor for granted. The black recesses and deep niches that lined the corridor walls hid entrances to narrow passageways and ancient chambers that nobody even remember any more. Her experiences since the start of her unlife also left little doubt that real terrors did in fact exist. The story of her master's awakening in the presence of Integra van Hellsing has always left her with the idea that there might be other, even greater horrors lurking within the depths of the Hellsing estate, just waiting to be discovered and unleashed by the unwary. Her own condition as a �monster� did little to alleviate her fright.
The dungeon itself was straight out of a fantasy. The walls and floor were terribly run down. Ever so often Seras had to catch herself before stumbling over a broken piece of debris. The last thing she needed was to get her short blonde hair dirty, or even dirtier, as the case may be. Although not a very tall person, in one or two areas it was necessary for her to stoop down a little. The ceiling showed the greatest degree of neglect and she supposed that it would only be a matter of time before the entire place would become completely untraversable.
She stopped for a moment to wipe her hands against her uniform. It would have been nice to dress more appropriately, but there was little she could do about it. Fortunately, she had decided not to carry her usual armament along, so that was at least one less weight on her shoulders.
Although her vampiric vision allowed her near-flawless sight even in pitch black dark, Seras still preferred more conventional means of lighting her way. She drew comfort from the sight and sound of the fiery torch, even if the close proximity of fire did not sit well with her undead disposition. She had lost her flash light a while back, but managed to find an old discarded wooden table leg, a dry cloth, some lamp oil and a small box of matches. With these she could at least get a torch ablaze, but she doubted that it would last for very long.
�Better than nothing, I suppose,� she though to herself as the continued along her way down the corridor.
Her journey had started a few hours ago. She had been looking for her master, but could not locate him anywhere within the Hellsing manor proper, surrounding grounds or even in the dungeon. However, her wanderings had led her to a few older dungeon chambers that she had previously only furtively visited. Within one of the older chambers she had discovered that one of the walls had collapsed, revealing an as yet unexplored section of the Hellsing dungeon. Being the inquisitive woman that she was, it did not take her long to defer the search for her master in favour of discovering the potential secrets of the Hellsing family.
So far her over active imagination had been the only exciting part of the adventure. There had been a number of forks in the passageway, but most of these had led to dead ends, forcing her to retrace her steps. The few chambers that she had passed through also did not offer much more than a dirt, rumble and traces of old broken down furniture. Seras was about to call it a day and turn back when she spotted a door along the dirty wall of the passage.
�Might as well take a look,� she said to herself. �I've come this far.�
She gently tested the door handle, half expecting the entire thing to crumble into dust at any second. But despite its age the entire door still seemed very sold. It was clear that the door had been reinforced with steel at some point in the past. Seras noted this only in passing. She discovered that the door was not only unlocked, but swung open with scarcely a push, its old joints emitting only a short high pitched whimper before quieting down. The door must have seen a lot of use.
She stepped inside without hesitation. The pitch blackness of the chamber quickly gave way to the encroaching light of her torch, and she could see that she had found some sort of prison. Although the room was far too large for her torch to light up, her vampire vision allowed her to see numerous barred cells alongside the walls. Thankfully, all of these were empty. The floor was littered with an assortment of mechanical devices and tools of torture. Most of these were in extreme disrepair and covered in rust. Seras was not very familiar with such devices, although she had heard about such things during her past life as a police officer. She saw what appeared to be an iron maiden in one corner of the room, its sharp spikes covered in red. The distance made it unclear if this was due to rust or something else, but the sight of it made her gasp in horror. The though of being imprisoned in such a device, especially as a vampire, to be tormented eternally as the spikes impaled her flesh, created such a feeling of horror in her that she could not help but to take a step back.
It took a few moments to calm down, but she managed it. �Stupid woman,� she muttered, trying to dispel the thought from her mind. �Whatever happened here is long over. You're acting like this is a teenage slasher flick.�
Deciding that the torture chamber did not need further investigation, Seras turned around and headed to the door. But before she could reach it something caught her eye from a corner in the room. She paused in order to take a better look.
Raise about half her height from the floor and partially obscured by an old curtain suspended from the ceiling, sat a large stocks. It was the type used to bind a person�s hands and neck. However, unlike the rest of the devices in the chamber, the stocks did not show the slightest sign of wear. In fact, the black material with which it was constructed did not have even the tiniest trace of rust or dust. Even the floor around the device was spotless.
Seras spotted a bracket close by the doorway and quickly mounted the burning torch in it. She was intrigued by the mysterious condition of the stocks and wanted to investigate it further. Perhaps it could her trip worthwhile at least. She cautiously approached the stocks and drew the curtain to one side.
Now that the device was fully exposed, it was clear that it stood separately from all the other implements of pain. It was as if it had its own special place, like it was meant to be different.
�Are you alone, my darling?� Seras whispered as she ran her finger along the top of the metallic frame. She looked lost in though for a moment, but almost immediately burst out laughing. �Alone indeed! Miss Victoria, you're starting to get melodramatic in your old age!�
But she could not resist touching the stocks. It was as if her hands and eyes were drawn to it, unable to let go. She placed both of her hands on the device, pressing down in an attempt to see if it could carry her weight. The stocks did not budge an inch. At the left side she could see a large clasp intended to bind the upper and lower parts of the device. Obviously, a prisoner's head and hands would first be inserted in the manacles that were embedded in the iron frame before the top part would be lowered, thereby sealing any potential for escape. The idea of being caught in such a fashion, defenceless and at the mercy of whatever vices her captor might wish to inflict, made Seras blanch. However, her reservations quickly disappeared when she thought about having a certain someone captured in the stocks and at her mercy. The thoughts of what should could do sent thrills down her spine and made her heart beat a little faster.
She shook her head to get rid of the daydream that was threatening to overpower her. Smiling slightly, she gently caressed that top bar of the stocks again, allowing her fingers to slide along its cold, smooth surface. When she reached the clasp, she decided to check if it still worked. It did indeed and with a little effort she was not only able to unlock the stocks, but also to lift the top bar and swing it upward until it was suspended at an angle. The movement was so smooth that Seras began to suspect that the hinge at the other end may be oiled regularly. But who would do such a thing?
She admired that open stocks in the dim light of the dungeon. The dancing flames of the torch continued to cast strangely misshapen and moving shadows all around her, but for some reason she gave them no mind. Her attracting to the stocks was becoming more acute by the minute and soon she could not resist running her fingertips over the portions of the manacles that were embedded in the upper and lower halves of the device. Although the metal of the bars were cold, the manacles themselves were warm to the touch, almost as if they were alive.
The temptation to lower her neck and wrists into the manacles came suddenly and unexpectedly. Before she could realize what she was doing, Seras bent over and rested her neck and appendages in the necessary position. She notes offhandedly that the entire affair seemed surreal, almost as if it was happening in slow motion. The moment her flesh touched the iron of the manacles there was a rush of air above her as the upper bar of the stocks fell into place. A tell-tale click made it clear that the bar would not be going anywhere soon.
It took a moment before Seras realized what had happened.
�Uh oh,� was her first coherent thought, although it was soon followed by �damn� and �bloody hell�. Seras was not prone to being afraid or a coward, but the sudden sense of being completely and utterly imprisoned in the stocks somewhere in the depths of the Hellsing dungeon made Seras inhale sharply. She struggled furiously against her bonds, directing all of her considerable strength in an effort to break free as quickly as possible. She frantically pulled against that stocks, the effort causing beads of sweat to appear on her forehead. But the effort was in vain. Despite her great strength she could not break free. Seras ceased her useless struggling and rested against the stocks while panting for air.
�Nicely done,� she muttered. �Bloody nicely done if I do say so myself.� She sighed, attempting to come up with a plan that would deliver her from her predicament. �Somewhere out there someone is laughing at me, I just know it! How do I get into these messes?�
Talking to herself helped to calm her down enough so that she could review her options. Not that there was a whole lot to begin with, but at least it kept her mind occupied.
The first option was, of course, to slowly wither away due to blood deprivation. Unless someone found her first, of course, but she was not ready to place any bets on the possibility of that happening.
The second option was to struggle and break free. Naturally, if she failed she would only tire herself out and this would mean the arrival of the first option much sooner than anticipated.
The last option was to call for help in some way. Seras had no delusion about the chances of someone hearing her, but she knew that if she concentrated hard enough her master would probably hear her. The only question was whether or not he would care enough to come look for her. May be he would enjoy leaving her like that for a few weeks. She shuddered at the thought.
Overall, she didn't really have any choice, did she? Seras hoped that her master would be in a receptive mood. Closing her eyes, she focussed all her attention on mentally calling out to her master. She was not sure if it would work or not since she had never actually learned how to communicate with Alucard in this way, but now was as good a time as any to train. From experience she knew that he would have little trouble in finding her once he decided he wanted to. Hopefully he was bored and looking for something to do, although she was certain that once he learned of her troubles she would never again hear the end of it.
Some time passed while she focused her mind. The torch still burned strongly, but Seras faced the wall and could therefore not see the door. The thought that something might at any time slither through the open doorway and creep up on her from the rear did not help her mental concentrations at all. Fortunately, today was her lucky day.
There was no sound, but suddenly she knew that her master was in the room. He did not say anything, but she could feel him staring at her back, and potentially other parts of her as well. The tips of her cheeks suddenly felt a little rosy, but she forcefully ignored the heat emanating from her face.
�Master?� she asked. Since she could not see much except the wall, she was a bit self conscious about her position. Once again the though that Alucard might become the slithering thing that creeps up on her behind flared through her mind, but fortunately her master decided to interrupt her.
�Police girl.�
His voice was deep, powerful and teasing, the way it always was when he addressed her. She detected an edge of something else as well, but for the moment could not place it.
�Police girl,� Alucard repeated. �You seem to be enjoying yourself. Should I leave?�
�No!� Seras yelled, her voice bouncing off the wall of the room and creating a short echo. �Master, please set me free! There is a clasp to my left. Would you please open it?�
Alucard did not reply immediately. Instead, she could feel him moving deeper into the room, occasionally stopping to inspect some to the artefacts.
�Master?�
He did not reply. Instead, he continued his exploration for a few minutes longer, finally coming to a standstill right behind her. She could still not see him.
�Master, you're scaring me!� she cried out softly. He had always been an unknown to her. Heck, even Integra did not know much about him other than what her father had taught her. There were still many secrets burred within the elder vampire that he has not shared and possibly never will. What things he must have seen and done! Sometimes Seras would lie awake for hours in her coffin dreaming of all the amazing things that her master must have experienced. Sometimes she wishes she could be a lot closer to him, but he always kept her and everyone else at a distance, even his own master. The things he did also frightened her. Sometimes he seemed to revel in his loss of his humanity and the destruction it brought. Other times he would do things that were completely unexpected. It was this unpredictable side of her master that Seras feared the most and that also made her particularly nervous at the moment.
�How did you find this place, Police girl?�
His tone was serious, almost as if he was accusing her. Something about his entire behaviour made Seras wonder if perhaps he knew more about the room than he let on.
�I got side tracked while looking for you, Master,� Seras replied. �I was exploring for quite a while before I found this place. Can you please let me out now?�
Alucard sighed. �No need to ask how you were caught. I already know.� She was about to ask him how he knew, but his tone made her hesitate. �Anyway, might as well let you out,� he continued. He walked around the stocks until he was standing right in front of her. Elated that she would soon be free again, Seras looked up at him, or at least tried to. Her spread-eagled position while being bound to the stocks did not exactly allow her a great deal of movement possibilities and she soon found that craning her neck to look up the lengthy from of her master to be a near impossible task.
�Ow,� she grimaced. �My back is going to kill me tonight.� She paused for moment. �Well, it would if I was not already dead. Come on master, hurry up please!�
Alucard was standing still, just looking at her. She could not see much of his face, only the lower half. Suddenly, his lips curled into a very familiar shape. Seras' heart sank when she recognised it. It was the same malicious grin that he usually wore whenever he was teasing her.
�On second thought, Police girl, let's have a chat first.� Alucard took a step backward and moved to stand behind her again. �I've been meaning to talk to you about your conduct as a vampire. Really, I could not possibly imagine a better position for you to be in.�
Seras could almost hear the smile in his voice. She knew that she was in deep trouble. There was no telling what her master's mood was. His earlier seriousness seemed to have evaporated. She took a deep sigh.
�Really, master, can't this wait,� she attempted. �We can talk all you want once we're back.�
�Ah, but where would the fun be in that, little one? Besides, I think you need some punishment for upsetting my private torture chamber. I take great pains to keep Black Betty clean, you know.�
Alucard's mention of his own private torture chamber did not nearly startle Seras as much as his talk of doing actual work.
�Uh, master, are you feeling al right?� Seras ventured, unsure of what to say. �I really think you should let me out now.�
�All in good time, little one, all in good time,� Alucard responded. �But first, let's talk about your dress code.�
He placed one of his large delicate hands on her back. She was wearing her normal Hellsing uniform consisting of the short blue skirt and shirt emblazoned with the Hellsing insignia. It was standard issue, so she could not imagine what possible issue her master could have with it.
�Really, Policy Girl,� Alucard started, �how can you walk around dressed in this shirt. Haven't you realized that you're making the staff stand at attention?�
Seras knew that her uniform was a tight fit, especially in the torso region. Her breast where in some ways a major sore point for her, especially since they stood out so much. Sometimes she wishes they would just disappear. She heard no end of gossip amongst the rest of the Hellsing staff, even the women, about her �huge rack�. Although, even to this day she still maintained that it was simply her smallish frame that made them look bigger in comparison.
�Master, I hope you're not referring to what I think you are!�
Her master was taking a decidedly strange turn, one that she was definitely not accustomed to.
�Why Seras, of course I am referring to your tits. And what a lovely pair they are, or so I am lead to believe.� Alcard chuckled heartily. It was clear that he loved the amount of control the situation was giving him. �Well, no time like the present to verify that fact. I'll just confiscate this garment, shall I?� With astonishing speed, Alucard grabbed hold of the opposite edges of her shirt and pulled. Before Seras realized that had happened, her shirt was in tatters, leaving almost her entire torso and brassiere exposed to Alucard's view. However, she quickly recovered from the shock.
�Master! What are you dong!� she yelled, straining against her bonds. �Let me out of here at once! And don't look!�
Alucard wasted no time in removing the last pieces of the torn shirt from her person. �My dear, I have had a grudge against this shirt for a long time, especially due to the trouble it causes for everyone. Consider this its just desserts.�
Seras could hear him take off his coat. He did it slowly, as if deliberately allowing her to hear him. Not a moment later she felt both of his hands pressing lightly against her back. He began to slowly and gently caress her, carefully tracing the contours of her skin and massaging her shoulders and neck. He had taken off his gloves, and Seras was quite surprised at the warmth of his touch. She always expected that he would be ice cold, but for some reason she was glad to be wrong. Despite herself, she could not help but gasp at his skilled ministrations. His touch sent bolts of electricity over her body. She enjoyed the sensation so much that she almost forgot her situation. Almost.
�Master, stop that at once! You can't just do whatever you like!�
�Oh? But you seem to enjoy it a lot, little one. Do you really want me to stop?�
Part of her hesitated. She loved the attention of his hands. It was almost as if he was focussing his entire being on her for a change, something that Seras had fantasized about before. But she would definitely not submit to him without a fight!
�Uh, Master, we're vampires remember?� She was trying her best to find an excuse. �These kinds of things aren't for us!�
�Really, Police girl? Is that also what you say when you're alone in your coffin and touching yourself? Sometimes I swear the entire base can hear your cries. They're quite lovely to hear, truth be told.�
Her cheeks flusher with embarrassment, all thought of a response momentarily forgotten. He knew! Had he been spying on her! She was about to ask, but Alucard had not been idle in the meantime. He held her unclasped bra in front of her face and whispered against her ear.
�My, my, little one, I'm surprised this thing has fortitude enough for you!� He chuckled. �But perhaps I should no longer call you little one, I think.�
She whimpered as he took hold of her soft breasts in both his hands and gently massaged them. Her nipples had long grown erect from his attention to her back and every brush against them made her feel as if they were on fire.
�I picked up some good techniques over the course of my existence. It just goes to show, you CAN teach an old vampire new tricks!�
His assault on her breasts did not abate. She was so lost in his touch that she could not find the words for a rebuke. At first he played with both breasts, gently using both his hands, almost like a little kid who found two new toys. But Alucard soon changed tactics.
He started to concentrate on teasing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. His fingers traced the outline of her areola, sometimes pressing down hard and other times softly. He traced around them in a full circle with his fingertips, almost as if he was hunting for her nerve endings. The sensation pleased Seras immensely, especially since nobody had ever touched her in this way before.
Alucard continued his work, but this time he squatted down beside her so that he could reach her right breast with his tongue. The feeling of wetness against her chest startled Seras out of her stupor for a moment.
�Master, please don't do this!� she cried out, her eyes firmly pressed. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She did not know why he was doing this to her. Was it some sort of game for him? He was going too far! �Please don't!�
Her words were cut off when he gently placed his hand over her mouth.
�There, there, no need to cry,� he softly said.
When he removed his hands she discovered that she could no longer move her lips. Somewhere he had found something with which to bind them, but she could not make out what it was. She idly hoped that he did not make it a habit of carrying around gags and restraints wherever he went. But knowing her master, she knew better.
�Since that is now out of the way, let's get serious, shall we? Besides, little one, you have such naughty tits! It would be a real shame to leave things half done.�
She felt him place his large hands on her butt. He was clearly taking his sweet time in feeling her up. Unlike her, he had remained very quiet thus far during their encounter. She had been gasping, whimpering and struggling against the stocks constantly, but Alucard seemed to be his usually calm self, even if he was being very rude to her. Oh, how she would love to wipe that grin off his face! She would continue to bear with it for now, but once she was released all bets would be off!
�Suffice it to say, I bear a great grudge against this short skirt as well.�
Alucard rubbed has hands all over her rear, clearly enjoying the feel of her delicate flesh.
�I'm afraid I will have to confiscate this as well.�
Seras could feel him stoop down and untie her boot laces. One by one he removed both of her boots and placed both of them out of the way. He took hold of her skirt and gently pulled it down, gradually revealing the black garter belt and panties that Seras liked to wear. However, when he reached her ankles he paused.
�Now, Police girl, please step out of your skirt by yourself. You can't expect me to do all the work.�
Seras fumed, although she could do little about it. He was making her help him! He really was an arrogant bastard! Just you wait, Alucard, just you wait! She was of half a mind to ignore him, but she resigned herself. Once her master had made up his mind there was no going back.
She carefully lifted each of her legs in turn while Alucard pulled her skirt down. What he did with it afterwards she could not tell.
�That wasn't so difficult, now was it. You can be such a stubborn girl sometimes.�
The feel of his bare hands against her panties sent shivers down her spine. Try as she might, Seras could not ignore the though that there was now only one very thin layer of clothing protecting her most secret and private places from her master's greedy hands. The thought of it made her breathe deeply and loudly, although she could not tell if it was because of anger or excitement.
�Why Seras, I didn't know you liked me that much!�
Alucard's words served to temporarily distract her thoughts as his hands continued to explore every curve of her butt.
�You're quite wet for someone who has been protesting.�
She could feel him press a finger against her vaginal opening, although her panties prevented him from touching it directly. Again, her body was ablaze with shivers of delight as he gently stroked his fingers over her intimate place.
�I'm afraid this won't do, Police girl. These will have to come off. They're absolutely ruined.�
To a casual observer his voice would have sounded calm, but Seras could hear the excitement in his voice. He was enjoying himself way too much, and she vowed that she would have her revenge if it was the last thing she did!
He pulled her panties down to her ankles and once again instructed her to step out of them. This time she complied much more willingly. Alucard now had complete and unrestricted access to her nether regions, and Seras was a little afraid of what he might be planning.
�Now I finally see the cause of so much frustration amongst the male population of this institution. I think a little disciplining is in order, hmm?�
Try as she might, Seras could not deny the new sensations of his hands and tongue against her soft skin. Alucard was not letting up on his attack; in fact, he seemed to be going all out in exploring each and every portion, crevice and niche of her butt and groin as thoroughly as possible. Given the way he expertly used his tongue, it occurred to Seras that he might have a real oral fixation, but such thoughts were quickly dispelled in favour of groans and whimpers of pleasure.
�Now then, first things first. Let's see if you maintain the necessary level of hygiene.�
Seras struggled uselessly as she felt what he was about to do. The embarrassment of being on open display for him to see and play with was already more than she could believe, but now he was going even further! Sure enough, she could feel him touching her perineum and anus, softly at first, but quickly becoming much more of a probing action using at least three or more fingers.
�What's this I smell? Lemon scented? Seras, you naughty little vixen!�
Alucard's throaty chuckle almost send her over the edge. It was not the dark and malicious laugh that she was accustomed to; instead there seemed to be something genuine in his voice. She did not know how much more of his attentions she would be able to bear. He certainly took great delight in her suffering!
�All teasing aside, I really love the smell of you.� She could hear him audibly smell her butt as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do, although she could not believe his was doing such a thing! �Although this little hole is no longer in use, it is certainly very nice that you keep it so clean and cute. Makes me sad that I did not pay more attention to it sooner!�
She tried to cry out when she felt him insert a finger into her anus, thrusting it in quite a way. Of course, since her lips were still sealed she was unsuccessful and had to settle for a whimper. He did have such long and delicate fingers; to think that one of them was shoved firmly into her ass made Seras quiver in ecstasy. A bolt of pure whiteness shot through every corner of her being and she momentarily became unaware of her surroundings. It was as if she had found heaven. The orgasm that racked her body subsided quickly and she was able to breath normally again, although with some effort.
�Little one, did you just cum?� Alucard calmly whispered close to her ear, although he had still not pulled his finger out of her. �You made such a mess on me. Here I was calmly examining your rectum when all of a sudden your sphincter almost crushed my finger to a pulp. You really should be much more careful. And you should really be much more cautious about where you squirt your bodily fluids.�
Such vulgar things he was saying in her ear that Seras though they would catch on fire at any moment. His hot breath against her earlobe also did little to alleviate the intense heat that spanned her entire face and body. She had little doubt that she look like quite a sight, although thankfully only her master was there to witness it.
�Now that I've verified the proper working order of your cute butt, I think we can move on to an examination of other equally interesting regions, don't you agree? Just shake your head if you don't.�
Although the stocks made it difficult, Seras managed to furiously shake her head from side to side. It did little good, however, since Alucard seemed to simply ignore her signal.
�Dammit, master!� Seras thought. �Haven't you tortured me enough already? And please let me speak!�
Her mental plea seemed to be ignored as well. Oh, he made her so mad! She could not wait for her sweet, sweet revenge! But her thoughts were rudely interrupted when Alucard spoke again.
�I must say, my dear, that you seem quite � erect, for lack of a better word. Are you perhaps happy to see me?�
She could feel him spread her labia so that her clitoris was exposed to the dry air of the dungeon chamber. His hot breath repeatedly blew over her vagina and into her body cavity, sending small bolts of burning electricity through her privates.
�Master,� she managed a thought. �Master, please don't tease me so!�
But she knew such requests were futile; her master was not one to show mercy, and definitely not when she was involved. She found it strange that her legs could feel as weak as they did. The quivering of here knees was evident even to her, but she could not get together the strength to make it stop. Unfortunately for her, Alucard chose this moment to renew his attack.
Her master had always been powerful. And being so powerful, he possessed a wide array of very useful abilities and techniques. Only a fraction of these were ever used on the battlefield, or anywhere for that matter, and those that had the �honour� of experiencing them rarely survived to tell any tales. Alucard took particular pleasure in tormenting his victims by using an assortment of transformation abilities, which had on occasion even caused Seras herself no amount of grief. However, in this special situation, Alucard decided to keep things simple and interesting.
All coherent thought was wiped from Seras' mind as he inserted his tongue into her vaginal opening, eagerly drinking her body fluid and navigating her innermost passageway. Or was that two tongues? And just how long were they? She could not tell, he seemed to be all over her nether regions, deep inside and on the outside, exploring every possible little bit of her he could find. The warmth of the moisture on his tongues mixed with her own sweat and fluids, and the room was filled with a musky scent that emanated from her so powerfully that Seras found her head swimming. Alucard continued, ceaselessly and mercilessly teasing her clitoris, stroking her labia, drinking from her as if she was a well matured wine, and caressing the inner mounds of her vagina and cervix. He deliberately played with her cervical os for a few moments, carefully exploring the tiny opening and the surrounding smooth bulb. He seemed completely insatiable, but would not easily provide her with the relief she desperately craved. Every time he brought her close to the brink he would quickly withdraw, allowing her a moment's rest to recover.
To Seras the process was excruciating in more ways than one. The need for relief washed over her mind like a tidal wave, leaving her moaning in ecstasy. At one point she noted that her lips were no longer bound, but this served only to allow her cries of pleasure to penetrate the previous quiet of the torture chamber.
�You taste so sweet, Seras Victoria,� Alucard whispered in her ear, although the attention his tongues have her body did not cease for an instant. In fact, she heaved as he directed his hands and tongue to play with her breasts, all the while not easing his efforts on her lower body for even a second. �So very, very sweet.� How it was that he could be at hear ear and also inside and all over her at the same time was something that she did not care about; she would worry about it later. She would worry about all if it later, the revenge, the teasing, the everything. The only thing she wished at that moment was for her master not to leave her, not ever.

�You belong to me, Seras Victoria.� He was close to her earlobe, once again letting his hot breath brush over her cheek. The smell of his breath was sweet. She had always marvelled at how everything about him could smell so sweet, not the kind of old sweetness that would make her gag, but the kind like the fresh smell of the air after a rain storm. �You always have, and you always will. Never forget.� It was not a promise or a statement of superiority. It was simply the words of truth. At the exact instant she realized this her vision exploded into white light, a cry of pleasure and delight escaping her lips and flying freely into the world.

Seras opened her eyes. At first she could not distinguish any specific shape, but as her mind recovered her vision also gradually regained its focus. Soon she found herself wide awake again, although unfortunately her predicament remained unchanged. She was still bound to the stocks and her body felt really tired, although her mind felt fresh and excited.
�Wow, I must've passed out,� she mumbled tiredly. She keenly looked around in an attempt to locate her master. The torch that she had previously mounted on the wall had long since exhausted itself and darkness now left her completely reliant on her vampiric vision. She was unable to see Alucard, but he was possibly still behind her.
�Master?� she ventured into the dark, hoping that he would answer. And then he suddenly allowed her to recognise his presence and she realized that he was standing at her side.
�It looks like you really had fun, Police girl,� he teased, but she could her the warmth in his voice. �You wouldn't believe the mess you made back there.� He ran his fingers along her back again and lightly touched her rear. �But I must ask you something, Seras Victoria, and you must answer me very carefully.�
She listened attentively. His tone had taken on a seriousness that she was new to her. She had never seen him open up his heart, not even once, and his sudden tone suggested that he had something of a very personal nature in mind. Normally this type of change in her master would leave her on edge and scared, but for some reason she felt that something great was going to happen this time.
�What now, Seras? If you want, I can open the stocks and you can walk out of here. We never need to talk about this again. You can call me master and I can call you fledgeling.�
He ran his hand through her short hair, letting it fall through his fingers while he gently caressed her scalp.
�Or.�
For a moment she was confused. �Or?� she asked, a little uncertain about his meaning.
�Just or,� he replied, his hand still playing with her hair. The room was silent for a moment before his face appeared in front of hers, hovering scant centimetres away. The look on his face was ecstatic and exited, as if he had discovered something new and wonderful. �The choice is yours, Seras Victoria.� He continued to stare intently at her, his red eyes making her feel very self conscious. She would give anything to be lost in those eyes. Several moments passed before she ventured an answer.
�I think,� she said thoughtfully, phrasing each word slowly.
�Yes?� he eagerly replied, the light in his eyes brightening considerably in anticipation of her answer.
�I think,� she continued, �that I would really like you big Casull shoved deeply into my mouth right about now.� She managed to keep a straight face while saying it, but her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment. She wondered if it would ever stop.
Alucard looked at her with a surprised expression, but it lasted for only a moment. His grin took on new proportions as he rose to his full length, allowing her a full few of his naked body.
�Your wish is my command, Police girl.�
He was lean, but not scrawny or gaunt. It was the kind of built that had always sent shivers all over her body on the rare occasions when she caught sight of it. She had spent many hours in her coffin fantasizing about that body and the man behind it, although at the time she felt that he could never be hers. His frame was tall and muscular. She had no delusions about the power that lay hidden behind it. His skin was slightly darker than that of a typical Englishman, although she had always had the impression that Alucard originated from somewhere else. She had never thought to pry into her master's past, but perhaps sometime he would be interested in discussing it.
But such thoughts were pushed from her mind at the sight of his erect member awaiting her command. His foreskin was drawn back, leaving his penis exposed for her eyes to devour. He was big, but not excessively so, and she licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Her nether regions were starting to feel very warm again.
She instinctively tried to reach for the objective of her interest, but the bonds continued to restrain her. She grumbled in dissatisfaction.
�Master, could you let me out for now? I can't really get a firm grip of the situation.�
He chuckled, but did not move in the slightest.
�No, little one, not yet. I enjoy seeing you like that. You'll just have to make do.�
His words did not anger her this time. Instead, the thought of him mercilessly inserting himself into her mouth while she stood there bound and helpless made her feel even warmer down below. Was she turning into a huge pervert, she wondered, but pushed that out of her mind as he drew closer. She opened her mouth a much as possible, sticking out her tongue in the hopes of tasting him before he drew deep inside her. But she did not have worry. With a tenderness she had never seen before, Alucard touched her cheek with his left hand while gently lowering his penis onto her tongue with the other. The smell that assailed Seras' nostrils were profound and powerful; at first she was not sure what is was or if she liked it or not, but soon it overcame her senses and left her mind dizzy with excitement. She decided that she loved his smell.
He slowly pushed himself into her mouth. He tasted salty and sweaty, and she savoured it. His penis was smooth to the touch and Seras quickly realized that she enjoyed coiling her tongue around him. She may not have the skills of her master when it comes to tongues, but she was getting along fine in her own way. His penis was incredibly soft, filled with a heat that mirrored her own. She almost groaned in disappointment as his delicious head drew further into her, beyond the reach of her tongue. Ordinarily she suspected she would have had a gagging reflect by now, but her undead status seemed to afford her a variety of unexpected benefits.
�Next time I'll make you bathe in my cum, little one,� Alucard whispered in her ear, although she could clearly still see him standing in front of her. �But I'm afraid that I'm at my limit. You did a very good job of being a naked police girl.�
The thrill of feeling him stretch into her excited her greatly and she furiously licked any and every part of him that her tongue could reach. Alucard did not move his penis in and out, but instead he seemed content on just lying inside her for a little while. It did not take long before she heard him moan her name and almost immediately she felt a rush of hot liquid fill her throat. The smell of semen filled her nostrils from the inside and she could not help but shudder as her own vagina contracted. Her orgasm was not as incredible as the previous one, but she was surprised about the effect of just feeling him in her mouth and throat.
They remained like that for a minute or two, both quietly heaving and enjoying each other. It was with some sadness that Seras finally felt Alucard extract himself from her. But her disappointment did not last long. She knew that there would be other opportunities in future. They had not even had proper sex yet!
Alucard had come deep in her throat, so not much cum remained, but she took great delight in cleaning him as best she could. Next time she would really enjoy the use of her arms and hands, that was for sure!
Alucard said nothing. He simply opened the clasp and lifted the upper bar into an upright position. Seras was finally able to get back onto her feet, although she stumbled a little while attempting to reorientate herself. She was unsure how long she had been locked in the stocks, but it must have been at least and hour or two. For some reason, though, she remembered the experience fondly.
She approached him and without a word both of them embraced. Seras could feel hot tears roll down her cheeks, but this did not bother her. Her joy at finally being in his arms was so great that she wished she could remain there forever. The touch of their naked bodies, still sweaty and breathing heavily, felt like the most natural thing in the world.
�I hope you brought a spare change of clothes,� Alucard said with a grin on his face. �If not, I'm really going to enjoy the trip back to our chambers.�
Seras suddenly remembered that he had torn her shirt off, but she could not remember the fate of her other clothes.
�Master, what about my skirt, panties and bra? Heck, what happened to my socks and boots?� She looked around the room, but none of her garments were visible.
�Well, I had to appropriate them for personal use.� She stared at him, unable to say anything. �Okay, so I had to give them to the hell hound to devour. You must understand that since he and I are one he is really very keen on you. Expect to be devoured often.�
For the first time since meeting him, the thought of being at the mercy of Alucard's monsters did not scare Seras. She smiled at him and took hold of his hand. �Well, master, it would then be unfair for you to dress as well. You'll just have to be my male escort.�
She pulled him towards the door, stepping through it into the passageway that had initially led her to the torture chamber. That seemed like an awfully long ago. Still, the feeling of damp air against her naked skin felt good. Maybe she would try that more often. Alucard walked quietly by her side, for once enjoying the presence of the dungeon and not simply vanishing through a wall. Seras got the distinct impression that he was really enjoying their little naked adventure.
�I hope Walter does not feel the need to make a delivery of blood soon,� he said. �Otherwise he might be in for a very unexpected and amusing surprise.�
�Oh, Master!�
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