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The Joys of Submission: by Seras Victoria	By : MedeaDemonblood Category: Hellsing > General Views: 9090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 3! I really have no idea how long this will end up being. But I hope you all enjoy the ride(s).

            I have no idea how long I was hanging. After a while with my thoughts the enflamed desire he’d left me with had cooled. Still I made no sound. I think I was actually on the verge of some kind of uneasy sleep when I heard the door creak. I perked up, thinking Master had come back. But when the light, traipsing footsteps came I recognized them immediately as the Captain’s, and my stomach lurched. FUCK! Why in the hell was he in my room? I remained quiet and held as still as I could. With luck, I hoped he wouldn’t notice my rather compromised state.

            Have I mentioned that I’m not usually a lucky person?

            “Mignonette, forgive me ze intrusion, but Ai couldn’t slee-” My blood ran cold hearing his sentence cut short. I’m sure my face was burning red, and I had no idea how much lighting Master had left me with. I had assumed none, while he was still with me. He can see in the dark, after all. “Zeras, where in ze bloody hell are you?” There was a click, I assumed of the light switch.

            “Fucking hell, mignonette, what are you doing suspended from ze ceiling?” Captain Bernadotte’s footfalls pounded toward me and I felt his fingers brush aside my bangs as he lifted away the blindfold that had been robbing me of my eyesight. I blinked several times at the light and shook my head hard to try and get him to stop. Despite my silent protest he removed the gag from my mouth. Without speaking I formed the word “no” and lipped it over and over. His face was BRIGHT, cherry tomato red, and he was already pulling off his tee shirt to cover me.

            “Who deed zis to you?” He seemed both indignant and embarrassed, and his hands followed my complicated bindings. I shook my head and kept my mouth working, forming simple protests. “Why won’t you speak to me, Zeras? What has gotten into you?” His hands made no efforts on my bonds. Exasperated, he threw his hands down. “Who DEED ziz?!” I gritted my teeth and mouthed the word “Master.”

            “Zat bloke has a sick sense of humor, cherie. How can Ai get you down?” I just shook my head in frustration.

            A deep chuckle sounded from somewhere behind the captain and I immediately clamped my eyes and my mouth shut. Pip turned around, his one eye glaring with total fury, his mouth twisted downward.

            “Listen ‘ere, you weird bastard. You take ‘er down right zis minute or Ai will go to your ice queen boss about zis!” Master just waved his hand, and Pip, comically standing with one disapproving finger still waggling, was launched and neatly seated into a chair.

            “Quite amusing, I assure you, captain. And I commend the tremendous balls that you required to call me a weird bastard and threaten me to my face.” Master’s almost insultingly smooth tone of voice just caused the captain’s jaw to drop wide open in shock. “This wretched creature, who you so valiantly have attempted to spare, is in this pose entirely of her own free will. Slave, you have permission to speak to the captain and reassure him.” Master uncovered my body. I was still exposed, my naked, trembling parts on full display, my pussy still glistening with my own juices. A little leftover blood clung to the parts of me he’d bitten, and I’m sure everything was a total mess.

            “It’s true, Captain. I agreed to this.” I did not hang my head, or let my voice waver. “I gave myself to Master fully.”

            “Why would you do such a daft bloody zing, Zeras?” One hand nervously drew a cigarette pack from a pajama pocket, and the other fumbled for a lighter. He tried to avoid looking at my body. Master grinned with full fang display.

            “Yes, my slave, I too am curious. In the two hours I left you, did you make any progress upon your answers? Tell the two of us. Why do you submit to me?” He drew my gaze with his darkly handsome smile. I almost forgot Pip was there.

            “I believe I have an answer for you, Master. On both accounts.” He seemed intrigued.

            “Really? Enlighten us, police girl.” He then directed his focus onto the captain. “Don’t look away from her. Enjoy the sight of her true self exposed and vulnerable.” Pip, at Master’s behest, suddenly could not avert his gaze, and his gaze went everywhere.

            “Master… Since the night you turned me, you’re always in my head. At first it felt like I had no choice but to listen to you, and follow you even into the worst places I feared to tread. I’m a young, inexperienced vampire, and pretty much a young woman who just barely made it into the real world before that. I’ve been fighting to keep my head above water for years.” Suddenly it became so easy to spill my guts. Now that I’d started unearthing my dreadful past it wouldn’t stop coming out. I had to let the tap gush rusty, brackish water for a while until the clean would flow again.

            “My parents were killed before my eyes. My mother’s CORPSE was defiled. I stabbed a man in the eye and he shot me. I don’t even remember how I survived. My whole personality is just a front to mask my rage and my pain. I’ve been fighting and fighting, fighting my memories, fighting my peers, my teachers, and my own sense of duty to my parents. I didn’t have to become a policewoman; I just thought I owed it to my dad. I ruined everything else for myself until that was my only option.” Both men had fallen silent and just let me talk. They could see, I think, how badly I needed to say everything.

            “Master, that night… I woke up into death and you were there. Your voice in my head, in my whole body. It became such a relief to listen and start again. Seras Victoria was dead, and I am somebody else with the same name and the same face. I found more solace in my personality than I ever did before. And it was so lovely to be wrapped up in you, and let you do my thinking. Let you drown out my shadows. I didn’t have to fight myself any more, just the bad monsters. So when you started to rape me, I…” I blushed when I saw the captain’s furious gaze dart between myself and Master. Master didn’t bat an eye. “I liked it because all it meant was that my love for you was fulfilled, even if it was in a twisted way.” I met his eyes there, forgetting everything else but that moment. “I love you, Alucard.” For one perfect minute, his face was actually shocked, but with a not-unpleasant air of surprise. Gone was his dark sarcasm and his sensuous leer. He softened into a light smile, like the one he’d worn when he met with the queen. His real smile. Then his face hardened again and he struck me across the face. I squealed.

            “You have not freed yourself of your bondage yet, slave. Do not address me so again.”

            “Forgive me, Master.” He nodded, indicating his satisfaction, and his consent I should continue. Pip sat there dejectedly smoking his now almost-finished cigarette, halfway between disgust and total disbelief. “I suppose in many ways it was selfish of me to agree to this deal. I wanted you to take away my personal responsibility and my need to think for myself. It helped me escape my own personal torment. But in many ways, I enjoyed this submission because to be completely possessed by you, touched and held, and even berated and struck by you was my way of loving you with all of myself.” I hesitated here, wondering if speaking the truth here would mean the end of it. For I had an answer his second question.

            “And thinking about myself helped me to see the answer to your first question, Master. The answer you’d been holding right under my nose the entire time. To truly be Nosferatu is NOT to lose control to the monster inside, but rather, to GAIN total control over it. Being a true No-Life King is to be your own Master. And so, my sin against you was thinking you had no control, and that you were just a monster with no feelings.” With the last of my words my bonds came undone and Master caught me before I hit the ground. I stretched my stiff limbs, but I was still in pretty decent pain. Behind us, the captain stood up.

            “Ai’ve ‘eard enough of zis.” He crumpled his finished cigarette butt with his fingers and began to walk out of my room. To my intense surprise, Master reached out and tapped his shoulder.

            “Do you desire her, Captain Bernadotte?” The long braid whipped around with the speed at which Pip turned and looked back at us in incredulity.

            “Monsieur Alucard, zere is not a straight man in ze world that would not dezire zat girl.” Master flashed his teeth in another of his troublesome grins.

            “Then you ought to partake in a brief, rare, and scintillating opportunity.” I squeaked in apprehension.

            “Out of SHEER curiosity, may Ai ask as to what you ‘ad in mind…?”

            “Until my slave consents to drink my blood, and BECOME her own Master, she is still my property. And I wish to reward her with more mortal sin than I can give by myself before sunrise.” Pip looked me up and down; a slow grin of wide approval crept over his mouth. Then he looked Master up and down, and cocked an eyebrow. Then he heaved a melodramatic sigh.

            “Well, Ai AM a Frenchman, after all.” My lower lip wavered and I threw my hands up as if to shield myself.

            “What does THAT mean? Master?” Master took my arms and held them to either side of my head, and forced me to recline on his bent knee. My pussy became spread before Pip, and I had to balance myself on tiptoes to not fall. My head was cocked just enough to make out the hungry expression on the man’s face as he really absorbed the sight of my naked form.

            “Join me, Captain, for a banquet on the sumptuous curves and warm valleys of this beautiful little slave-girl.” He cooed this line directly into my ear, as much to burn me as to invite my friend to the feast. A cold chill, somewhat of foreboding and somewhat delicious with promises of heavy sins, ran through me from my toes up my spine and through the top of my head. One strong hand gripped me under my chin and forced me to lock gazes with the proud mercenary. He advanced slowly, as if a man just becoming intoxicated on strong liquor. Some of his goofier mannerisms had faded.

            “Well, even Ai ‘ave never done ZIS before.” Master used his power to melt our surroundings into his own quarters, in that weird way he always did. We were all three now deep below the earth and far from any outside interference. This was practically his own private dungeon. Surrounded by centuries of dark, damp stone and gloom, yet still bright with lavish radiance, Master’s huge and stately four-poster bed sat under some ancient tapestries. His unique and somewhat decayed regal sense of class certainly shone through in his own rooms. This is where we had alighted, and once solid, Master wasted no time. He stripped himself quickly and elegantly, and at once lost jacket, tie, coat, and shirt. He stood before us in nothing more than his sleek, jet black slacks, unbuttoned. Captain Bernadotte seemed to smoulder, and hesitated. He stood already in only his tastelessly loud striped pajama pants. His teeshirt had been removed already, and though I didn’t see it for sure, I’d be willing to bet it had a cartoon character on it.

            Despite the pants I could still see that he was a handsome man, chiseled from years of hard fighting, bearing a fair number of beguiling scars. His long reddish-blond hair, still in its customary braid, was nonetheless messy with bedhead. He was cute, in a way, but also… sexy. We’d had quite the rapport every time we were together, and he flirted with me a lot. But I only ever really had eyes for Master, and the Frenchman’s attentions made me flustered and shy. Right then, I saw the way he looked at me, and my insides quivered. I immediately hated myself, but as if he’d read my mind, Master caressed my back all the way down, and caused my back to snap, throwing my pelvis forward in a snakelike wriggle. He then gestured for the captain to come. Pip slid his hands into his pajamas’ waistband. Slowly the bright stripes slipped away and revealed a pair of boxer-briefs. My heart jumped at the sight of his barely-concealed erection. The cloth clung to him and outlined absolutely everything, and I knew I was never going to forget THIS night. At that point I gave up all protests. It wouldn’t have matter to them if I really wanted to refuse. The sexual tension between me and both men had ignited into a devil-take-all explosion of lust.

            Pip came to me and wrapped his tanned arms around me. My mouth, slightly open already, fell easily to his wild, spicy kiss. I returned his sudden passion with eagerness, and felt his hard cock pressing between my thighs under those damned shorts. Master filled and molded himself to the curve of my back, my arse, and my legs, and he filled my neck and shoulders, shoulderblades, and spine with tiny, barely-there kisses. His hands crept around me to seize fierce possession of my tits. In turn, I felt Master’s cock pressed into my backside. They were both so tantalizingly close to my exposed skin, and I nearly fainted with the thought of what they were going to do to me. It was a heavy cocktail, and all of my weakest spots were being hit all at once. My lust was firing on all cylinders, and I’d lost control of the steering. I was kissing a furiously wonderful mouth with all the passion I had, and I was gripping the thick luxurious hair belonging to the lips that were sending jolts of pleasure from my neck straight into my womb.

            I don’t think a single other woman on the planet has ever felt such an overwhelming amount of pleasure at one time, and they hadn’t even taken off their pants yet. I was never going to last this.

            I felt a hand slink between my thighs and begin to stroke me gently. That stirred the low flame that had been leftover from my earlier orgasm. I spouted into flame fully and began to arch my back helplessly. I wasn’t even totally sure whose hand was stroking me, but it was incredible. A second hand found its way to defile me, and I could tell by the angles that each of them had staked his claim. The second touch had opted to slip inside, and now I could tell by the cold feeling that Master’s fingers were inside me, stroking with precise skill my g-spot once more. I moaned loudly. The captain’s fingers were quick and a little rough, but well-skilled, and I began to lose my mind. On the verge of orgasm, I heard:

            “Captain, please help yourself to her pussy right after she climaxes. I have a desire to watch her fulfill her function.” I shivered and moaned again, stunned at how well they seemed to be functioning in tandem to pleasure me. My body stiffened as I arrived at that little moment of pleasure I knew meant I was about to cum. I cried out several times, my voice’s pitch rising higher each time, as I felt my walls begin to contract hard all around their fingers. My voice only came out choked with total bliss.

            “Coming-” I croaked out with half a breath. For a good couple of minutes I was at their total mercy, twisted up with uncontrollable, rolling waves of pure ecstasy. After the peak had passed, my body began to relax, and Master said-

            “Fuck her now!” Pip threw me into the bed, open and inviting, and waited a moment for Master to catch my reclining head in his lap. The captain fell onto his hands and knees between my outstretched thighs and tore down his boxers. His cock stood up immediately, impressively but not dauntingly large, and his skin from head to toe was colored warm and ruddy, unlike Master’s icy body. They were both beautiful. Pip poised himself at my entrance with skill, and slowly slid inside me, like he wanted to savor the exact mix of heat, wetness, pressure, and softness of my long-desired cunt. He groaned softly into my ear he sank as deep as he could go, dragging a long squeal from me. Master knew what it would do to me, too. I was so sensitive inside that I lost all ability to speak, or even to dream about becoming at all impertinent. It was only the second man who’d ever fucked me, and as he began to thrust, my body already could tell the differences between the two of them. Pip made love like he was a man consumed by a desperate fever for his woman. He held me to his body and kissed me deeply, and drove himself into my heat over and over. I yowled and gripped he bedclothes.

            With Pip enjoying himself, Master let his pants disappear, and he came in line with my mouth, hissing a soft order while he pressed my lips. I opened my mouth and took him inside as deep as I could, and sucked him greedily. I reached the hand closest to his body up, and I lovingly stroked his bare, milk-white thighs. My nails caused goose bumps on his skin, and while I pleased him with my warm little mouth, I caressed his balls lightly too. A guttural moan came from Master’s throat, even as Captain Bernadotte was kissing his way from my nape to my breasts, all the while driving me mad with his thrusting. I couldn’t even believe I had found myself in this situation. Every quick, deep stroke of that blond rogue’s hips sent me deeper into crazy spasms. I found my head spinning with all the attention.

            Master’s thoughts entered my head and gave a warning that made me clench up inside. The bed frame served handily for what he wished. I found myself once again snugly fitted into a network of strong and silky cords, suspended between the two. Master was at my back, and I shuddered when I felt him fit himself to the crack, ahem, of my posterior. Meanwhile, not having missed a beat, Pip slid himself back into my pussy easily, and commenced to fuck me like a champion. I felt those strangely hot fangs of Master’s sink into my neck, not savagely this time, and I cried out as he slid inside me too, just not quite where the captain was. My legs were wrapped around the mercenary’s muscled waist, and he laughed when my breath caught in my throat. Nothing had ever felt as overwhelming and strange as this, being fucked twice over, all my holes filled up. I couldn’t even gasp.

            They fell into a neat back-and-forth rhythm with each other, sometimes one in and one out, like two kids riding a seesaw. Sorry if that seems a bad or just weird metaphor for the scenario, but it was just like that same sort of push-and-pull. One cock entered, leaving me breathless, and one pulled out, leaving me begging. Sometimes they switched and gave me both at once, and that’s when I lost the ability to do anything but rear my head back and squeal, and my calm, rational thinking. I eventually got used to having Master in the wrong hole, and when I did, it changed what I was feeling from strange and uncomfortable to something else entirely. My g-spot was being attacked from both sides, and it brought me to a level of stimulation I just could no longer handle. At some point I didn’t even know anymore who was biting, kissing, or fondling me. Hands were all over my body; mouths as well. My nipples and clit were both being tweaked and stroked, and I shut down totally. I went limp in someone’s arms. Our bodies connected deep, over and over, and the stamina they each showed was incredible.

            Fire consumed every nerve in my body, and I was brought to total submission from it. I wasn’t a woman any longer, I was just a beautiful creature, a living breathing toy brought into the lowest depths of their mutual lust. I couldn’t move, or even scream. It became more a profane act than any I had been through before. It seemed to last for hours, with a couple of rotations, and many relentless orgasms that after a while I just could not discern from the torturous pleasure they wreaked on my helpless body. I found myself thrown into new poses and my body just kept going through the motions, but I had consciously checked out. I felt like an animal, kept for these immoral acts and otherwise useless. I remember them filling me with their seed: in my mouth, on my tits, deep in my pussy, deep in my ass, on every piece of my exposed flesh until I was nothing more than a quivering, exhausted, breathless and semi-conscious lump of meat.

            I woke up in a bathtub of hot, nicely bubbly water, with both men leaning over me, a bit concerned. It seemed that Captain Bernadotte was gently holding me above the water while Master lathered me head to toe. Their faces grew softer as they saw me surface into legitimate functioning. I gasped when I noticed how sore and weak my body was. My insides too hurt awfully from the long bout of sex. Even sitting up found a dull ache to enliven in my stomach.

            “Oh, fuck, I hurt.” I winced and let Master’s hands caress my sore shoulders.

            “Police girl. I’m relieved.” He affectionately cupped my face with one hand. “I was afraid we had seriously hurt you in our reckless passion.” Pip looked over me guiltily.

            “We got a bit carried away,” the Frenchman said. “Ai was concerned zat you had stopped speaking, mignonette. You went as limp as a ragdoll.”

            “Both of you inside me… Was REALLY overwhelming. It felt so amazingly good that I just couldn’t… think anymore.” I blushed and let the hot water relax me. I felt a heavy, irrepressible desire to sleep drag my eyelids down.

            “Let us dry you, my little police girl, and we’ll take you to bed. I think you’ll spend the day in my arms.” He flashed me one of his soft smiles again, and I fought to stay awake long enough to emerge from the tub, clean, and be wrapped into a large fluffy towel. Then Master carried me to the love-stained bed and laid me down. The captain gave a little flippant salute, and bid us good night.

            “Ai don’t think I shall ever forget zis crazy shit. Ai don’t know how you talked me into zat.” He yawned painfully widely and departed, no doubt longing for his bed. I stayed just barely awake long enough to feel Master generate a lavish but skimpy nightdress for my body, and climb next to me to wrap his long lithe arms around me. As I fell asleep I began to realize that he’d accepted my answer to his question, but he had not declared me free. And my collar was still firmly secured to my neck. I fell asleep still brushing the engraving with my fingertip.
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The Joys of Submission: by Seras Victoria