The Blood Countess

I can see are liking the story. Last chapter I went into more detail about, Arya's vampire lord form. If you're having trouble picturing her muscle tone. Google Atatlanta from Hercules the Legendary Journeys. Next chapter begins now.

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The castle was looking much better. Valerica really knew how to, work those thralls. All of the loose rubble, laying around. Was cleared out, the dirt and dust swept up. The main hall looked brand new. With new rugs, banners, clean furniture. The walls scrubbed clean, everything was much improved. The part Arya liked the most so far. Was her private quarters, all evidence of Harkon was gone. The torture device by the wall, thrall cage, and above all the coffin. The coff in was replaced with a nice, soft double bed, similar to Serana's. Her quarters also had her own personal thrall. Who just happened to be the one, she had during the party. The room was a little more relaxing, with the soft glow of candles. On the shelves and tables. The floor and walls were decorated with red and gold rugs and banners. There fresh flowers planted where old ones died. The room looked not only livable, but comfortable. As Arya sat in front of the fireplace, sitting in the red and gold throne. Wearing nothing but her lacy, black, see through robe. Reading a book and sipping a chalice of fresh blood. She hadn't seen Serana since they came, back from the fort. She figured she went to bed, she did have a rough day last night. Arya thought about paying Serana a visit. It's been almost two days, since they fucked. Arya never liked the terms fucking, fuck, fucked. It all sounded so impersonal. But now it never felt more natural, her and Serana had fucked. Arya wanted to fuck again, but Serana was asleep she didn't want to wake her. Arya put down her book, and swallowed down the last of her drink. That set her needs on fire, but her needs this time. Weren't just for sex, they were for domination. Arya stood up, parted the opening of her robe and let. It slip off her shoulders, feeling the air caressed her skin. Her fingers gently rubbed over the skin of her hips. Up her stomach, through the valley between her breasts. Arya smiled lustfully as she looked at her beautiful thrall. The breton's were fixated on Arya's body. Arya's hands kept moving over her body, seductively. As she approached the girl, her eyes locked on the thrall's. Locking her in a lust induced trance.

"You want me, don't you pet?" Arya said, her voice sounding like soothing music to, the girl's ears. The girl's heart rate went up, when Arya's breasts. Pressed up against her own, the Blood Countess' hard nipples. Rubbing against hers, through the thin fabric of her tavern clothes.

"You want to touch me, taste me." Arya said, as she slowly licked the girl's lips. Her hand sneaking up under the short skirt, the thrall wore. A dirty grin formed on Arya's face.

"Do all you thralls go without underwear, or just you?" Arya said, "you naughty little slave, going around like this. Hoping one of us will fuck you." She said, as her hand rubbed the now moist pussy. Her fingers pulling at the girl's pubic hair.

"I prefer my pussies smooth as a baby's butt." Arya said, as she gave the sensitive area a little slap. The girl jumped at the sudden light sting. Arya smiled and then licked the girl's neck. The thrall was lost in a sea of lust. Her breaths coming in short gasps, as Arya teases her. By nipping at her skin with her fangs, her fingers rubbing. Short circles on her pet's clit, her free hand ccareses. The crease at the bottom of the thrall's ass. Juices run down Arya's fingers as she increases the pressure on her clit. The girl's hips have a mind of their own, as they start grinding into Arya's fingers. Arya's teeth tickle the skin of her neck, then they sink in. The pleasurable pain in her neck, makes her gush all over Arya's hand. As Arya slowly drinks down trickles of blood. Arya grinds clit against the thrall's hip. As the blood drives her arousal up. Not wanting to kill the thrall, Arya let's her go.

"Go rest up." Arya ordered the thrall. Who left the room on shaky legs.

Arya walked out of quarters and down the stairs, robe hanging open on her shoulders. All the other vampires were asleep in their coffins. Even if they weren't, Arya wouldn't care. She walks proud with the robe flowing on the air, boldly showing her lovely breasts, stomach, shaved pussy and legs. For anyone who might be watching, even if it is only Molag BBol. She heads down into the cattle room, passing the cells holding the vampire cattle. Turning the corner, heading down a corridor. Valerica had cleared open from a cave in. Down some more stairs, down into the dungeon. That was reopened, where the thalmor captives were being held. Arya walked passed the dungeon and into the torture chamber, lit fairly brightly by torches, and a fire pit.

Arya wasn't expecting anyone else to be up, but when she saw. Fura Bloodmouth in the dungeon, more naked than she was. Toying with the prisoners, Arya smiled.

"What brings you down here, Milady?" Fura said, walking up carrying a horse whip in her hand.

"Couldn't sleep." Arya said.

"So you've come here to, burn off a little energy." Fura said, "this shall be a wonderful bonding experience for us."

"I believe so." Arya said, as she stepped into the room. Up to the naked, female elf Fura was torturing. The elf's face was bleeding above her eye, from her nose. Her eyes were red and poofy from crying. Her body was covered in red stripes, mostly focused on her breasts.

"So have ever tortured anybody before?" Fura said.

"Yes, at the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary. But for business, never for pleasure." Arya said.

"Aww I see. So are you here to get information or pleasure from our thalmor friends here?" Fura said.

"Since I've started taking up my mantle here, I've been changing. Like this," Arya said, acknowledging her own shameless nudity. "I'm completely okay with being naked, it just feels so..."

"Natural, even with others looking." Fura said, "vampires embrace those things, mortals consider taboo, barbaric, primitive. But vampires embrace the side, others are afraid to let in." Fura said, "things like public nudity, rough, violent sex, bloodlust in battle, the predatory erge to hunt and kill, to dominate the weak, taking pleasure from others' suffering. These are all things you will come to know." Fura said, then walked over to a table, where a several kinds of whips, phallic shaped objects, clamps and sharp objects sat. Fura picked up a less lethal cat o'ninetails.

"So Blood Countess want to have some fun?" Fura said. Arya took the whip from the vampire sadist's hand. With a wicked smile her and Fura turned to the weeping elf. The taller red head's smile grew, as her hand snapped the whip. Lashing at the elf's orange haired pussy, making her scream. Fura lashed at the small bumps on her chest. Another lash to her pussy as she hung there, from the shackles on the wall. The alternating lashes to her tits and pussy, turned the proud, disciplined thalmor soldier. Into a screaming, thrashing wreck, rubbing her wrists raw. Against the rusty, iron shackles. Arya was really loving this new high, she got from the elf's suffering. The elf's clit, pussy lips, stomach and chest. Were turning burning red as the lashes kept coming. By the time Arya and Fura stopped, the elf's skin. Was red hot with swelling, and small stripes of blood, and bruises. Arya tossed her whip on the table, sighing with a wild smile.

"I'm just getting started, bitch." Arya said, to the elf still on a weeping daze from the pain. Arya slapped her in the face.

"Snap out of it." Arya said, as she looked up and down at her and Fura's handiwork. Then over at a different torture device.

"Hmm, I got an idea." Arya said, Fura caught her gaze and knew exactly what Arya had in mind.

"Already getting a hang of this are you?" Fura said, with a smile and unchained the elf's hands. Catching the elf as she nearly fell, Fura slapped the elf a few times.

"Straighten up, I'm not carrying you!" Fura said, "now climb on." Fura said. Pointing at what looked like a saw horse, bolted to the floor, with a very. Narrow strip of metal at the top, that had old residue of blood and. Other bodily fluids from the metal strip, all the way to the floor. The elf knew exactly what the device was for, the thalmor. Use the same kind of devices to torture female prisoners.

"No, no. I'm not getting on that thing!" The elf said, Fura smiled again.

"I love it when they resist." Fura said, then punched the elf. Making her spin around, Fura bent her over the. Sex torture saw horse, Arya looked at the table of toys and. Found a very interesting looking cat o'ninetails, with small beads. Tied to the end of each whip strip, Arya's pussy. Practically dripped at the thought as she picked it up. And came down hard across the elf's ass. Leaving behind several bloody stripes on her left ass cheek. The elf screamed loud. Fura held the elf down, as another lash came across her ass. Leaving three red scratches on both cheeks. Arya was smiling like a mad woman, as she whipped back and forth. Across the elf's ass, back of her thighs, and down her back. The elf cried and wailed as the lashes kept coming. Arya was riding so high, from the elf's suffering and. The smell of blood, as it dripped from the elf's lash wounds. That the inside of her thighs were slick with her juices, as they dripped from her pussy. Arya stepped and tossed the whip back on the table.

"I do believe I found my new favorite hobby." Arya said, as Fura pulled the crying elf up. Arya went over to a small barrel, on the table. Put a cup under the spicket, and opened it. Filling the cup with healthy, red, oxygen filled blood. Fura was getting their toy strapped into a harness. Arya released into an old wooden chair, and took a sip of drink. Arya watched Fura work, admiring her efficiency. Thinking about what she did, how it made her feel. Loving the power she had over so many, especially in this situation. Listening to someone's please and cries for mercy. Watching them kick, cry, thrash and knowing that she has. The ultimate power over them, being a vampire is so fulfilling. She could indulge her deepest, darkest desires and not feel guilty about it. Slowly but surely the modest, meek, kind hearted, secretive, brave warrior Arya was fading away. Being replaced by the much, much real feeling. Bold, unashamed, sexy, wild, primal, blood thirsty, sadistic, brave, charasmatic leader. She felt destined to become, this new person she was becoming. Felt more real, more alive than she ever did. As Arya drank down a sip of blood, finishing to wash away. The residue of old Arya, a very different, wild, stunningly beautiful smile. Appeared on her face, as a name came to her mind.

"Abaddon." Arya said, as she voiced the thought.

"Excuse me Milady?" Fura said. Arya stood up, and let her robe fall to the floor.

"Abaddon the Blood Countess. That's who I am. I'm no longer that bashful, quiet, Arya." Arya said.

"Abaddon? I like it, very much Milady. It must be made official before the court calls by this name." Fura said, with a smile, "Arya always seem too docile of a name. For a vampire lordess such as yourself." Fura said. Arya approached Fura, and the elf. A the gentleness in her eyes, was gone. Only a primal, fiery, almost crazy passion for it all remained in those eyes. Fura lowered the elf down on the saw horse. Lining up her clit and opening of her pussy right on the tip. Of the metal strip, the elf screamed again. Feeling like the metal strip was cutting her in half, right at her most sensitive area.

"Fura go find your own toy, I'd like some quality time with this elf bitch." Arya now Arya said, her voice more commanding than before. Fura looked at the Blood Countess, and saw a new authority in her eyes.

"As you wish Lady Arya." Fura said. And left as Arya looked at her options on the tool rack on the wall and tables. A tingle ran through her pussy, as she found her toy of choice. A small chains with two needles on the opposite ends. With a click of small switches on each, needle brought out hooked barbs. Arya looked back at her gasping, weeping elf toy. With a wicked smile, as she licked one of the needles. Retracting the barbs, Arya approached the elf. Her green eyes looking at the elf's nipples. With a sinister hungry look, then the look. Moved up to the elf's eyes. As she took one nipple in between her fingers, pinching it. The elf gritted her teeth, trying hard to tough out the pain. Her resistance quickly failed as Arya slowly, run a needle. Through her nipple, the elf cried out. As Arya took her time pushing the needle through the elf's nipple. Smiling as the elf screamed, watching with mad curiosity as the. Needle finally came out the other end of the nipple. Arya clicked open the barbs, locking the needle in place. Then she, looped the chain around a ring on the saw horse. Arya continued the same too the other side, anchoring elf's tits. To the saw horse, then Arya put a pair of shackles on the elf's ankles. Shackling the elf's legs behind her, making her lean all her weight on her clit. Arya scooped a drop of blood from a pierced nipple and licked it off her finger.

"Now that's torture. Making you lean on your clit, with just enough slack. To lean back a bit, freeing some weight off that, swollen nub of yours. But if you lean back you tug on these babies." Arya said, pulling on the chains. Making the elf cry even more, laughing at her predicament.

Fura smiled as she watched through a window, before leaving the dungeon and. Reporting to Valerica.

"Lady Valerica I believe she's ready." Fura said, to the elder vampire

"Are you certain, Arya is ready to take her official place as a pure blood?" Valerica said, looking over the top of an book at Fura Bloodmouth.

"Yes she is ready to join you and Lady Serana in the ranks of Coldharbor." Fura said.

"So Arya's going to Molag Bol's realm in oblivion?" Serana said.

"Yes and if she survives she'll be a pour blood like us and the true rightful ruler of vampire kind." Valerica said.

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That's a wrap. If anyone knows what daughters of Coldharbor are, then you should have an idea what happens next. Now the game was never specific about what happens there. Just that it's degrading.