**Note: This story contains words pertaining to slaves. This is in no way meant to offend or diminish those whose family history involves actual human slavery. The slavery referred to here is one of Dominance and submission.**
The girl was kneeling on her cushion, submissive even before she had been turned, the girl was a slave who belonged to the Vampire Council. She was trusted by them, and revered throughout the castle. She often thought it humorous that others thought if they could gain her favor, the council would look upon them, and their requests, more favorably. Yes, she had the ears of the council, and they did often request her presence to share thoughts about matters of the Vampire Coven. Being the submissive slave that she was, the girl's most prized asset was her humility. The coven enjoyed her company and loved her looks. She was short in stature, full perky breasts, supple hips, and a round bottom with alabaster skin, bright green eyes, flaming red hair, with lips and nails to match. Today, she wore some of her favorite silks that the coven had purchased for her. Light purple fabric accented with fine lace and bead work, with bits of sequins to reflect the light when she walked or danced. Her gold-colored sandals with chains around her legs to keep them on were also some of her favorites.
The girl watched the coming and going of the coven in the lair. Some conversing holding goblets which held blood, and they drank. She watched curiously as one of the members of the council approached her. He was tall, and wide, muscular, with dark hair that flowed to his shoulders. The girl loved it when he held her with his strong arms and large hands. She watched him approach dressed in black pants, suitcoat to match, a bright white shirt and dark leather shoes. She looked down to the floor as he stopped in front of her.
"Greetings, Master," she said as he stood before her.
"Raise your gaze sweet girl," he smiled upon her.
"Yes, Master," she complied to his request immediately.
"Good girl. I have a special...project for you. This is something that is attuned to your special abilities," the Master explained.
"Yes, Master, girl will be happy to assist you in whatever task you have for this one," the girl replied with a sparkle in her eye.
"I knew you would be helpful, I think you will like this project, your charm, your beauty, and for fondness for.... play, will all be needed. Beneath the castle, in the dungeon bedroom, we have a captive human man. As you know our kind is feared by them, they see us as monsters whose only desire is to kill them. We need to change their minds, to let them know that, although we do feed upon them, we have no desire to kill them. Yes, there have been some..... unfortunate incidents, but moving forward we'd prefer... more willing hosts."
The girl crooked her head to the side curiously, "how may this one assist you, Master?"
The Master took a sip from her goblet which he swirled in his hand. "I want you to go to him, try not to frighten him, despite your fondness for being so, and feed upon him and making him feel ultimate pleasure. I want him to go back to the humans explaining that we're not monsters, in fact, we can make our feeding very, very, pleasurable. Come with me, I'll take you to him."
The girl grinned as the Master spoke, lighting up more and more as he detailed the request. He was right, she thought, she was perfect for this, she did love to play with humans, she had been told by many that her pleasure skills were beyond average. She rose to her feet, her silks falling around her legs, and she stepped forward, following the Master. She smiled and waved to those who greeted her as she passed through the halls and passage ways, several of the men and women she had played with in the past had a look of longing as she passed them. She blushed slightly, as the thoughts of their times spent together passed through her mind as she walked.
They reached the winding staircase which led to the lowest levels, deep beneath the main floors of the castle. Here, it was dark, torches lighting the way, the light reflecting off of the sand colored walls, lighting their way.
As they reached the door, the Master lowered his voice as he spoke, "he's inside, tied to the bed, the door is locked, so if you choose to untie him, he'll not be able to escape. Lure him into being glamored by you, roll his mind, feed upon his energy and his blood, you may do anything you wish. I will join you once he's feeling the pleasure and plant in his mind that he should tell others about his experience. Most importantly, and from now on, no killing humans unless they attempt to kill us first. Am I understood?"
The girl nodded, biting her bottom lip, her fangs showing at the corners of her small mouth, her lips shiny and red, like a fire engine, "yes, Master, this girl understands. She will do all that you have asked of her. It is girl's pleasure to serve you."
The Master unlocked the door and opened it for her, the two of them slipped inside the darkened room, and the Master closed and locked the door behind them. The girl could hear the captive's breathing catch in his throat. He was blindfolded, he turned his head from side to side trying to figure out if someone, or something, was near him. The girl stayed in the corner as the Master lit the candles in the room, and the torches by the door, in a flash. He receded to a dark corner as the girl approached the dark wooden king-sized bed, covered with red silk dressings and pillows.
"Who..... who.... who's there," the man called out.
