Introduction

Vampire's, dark creatures of the night with magic powers and supernatural abilities to humble any human. Creatures of heirachy, Gods among human cattle who's blood is offered as sacrafice for Vampire's so they can enjoy their powers. Yet among all vampires is a Lord or Lady who enthralls all those within the grasp of such a powerful being. Such Vampire's set up large estates, served upon and murdering humans and lesser vampire's a like for pleasure. This is one such estate, where hedonism and bloodlust are combined to create a medly of death, torture and ritualistic worship. The weak are damned, but those with strength and the ability to entertain their vampiric host might just survive and be a kept as a pet.

The Story

Pain was the thing that pleased her most. Whether it was the cutting, delightfully dangerous edge of a blade or the scorching edge of a red hot needle. She would bite her lip as the slave moaned in agony as she dragged the blade snail pace along its skin. Its fragile skin that cut so easily, the blood flowing immediatly as though the body itself were crying. Her lips would be close enough to feel the breath from the scream, it would gently carress her lips and be sweater than any mortals kiss. Or the red hot needle's purifying sting as it plunged into the flesh, scorching it and sometimes making it hiss. The scar that would be left as she carresed their skin with the red hot point, it excited her when they begged and writhed in pain. If it begged it was a fool, the begging delighted he and made her want more. They all broke in the end. Like a climax, like death it was one of those inevitablities of life. Nothing that was good lasted. Doll's could be made to endure for as long as she could possibly make them, yet they all broke in the end.

As a Vampire-Queen she had developed a hatred for humanity and torture was something she allowed herself to enjoy and take pleasure in. Human nightmares, the fears and desires of her Slave's were prayers to her, begging her to enjoy her supernatural powers. She smirked, humans existed only so she could enjoy enslaving them and having power. She knew each of her Slave's well, their thoughts and desires and dreams were all hers to dam or realise upon a whim. Her whim to be precise, a cruel smile etched on her features as another scream came from her pantry. The room she kept her slaves before slowly killing them, milking them of tears, screams and blood. Barbed wire, hooks and various other instruments were hers to employ as she saw fit. However the Vampire Queen's favourite pass time in this respect was forcing a another human to do the torturing as she watched, delighting in the physical and mental torture of the days victims. She would laugh when they begged and cried, sigh with pleasure as they screamed and once they had offered the maximum entertainment she would kill them in whatever new way she had devised.

However a favoured few were spared this fate. Humans that worshipped her as a Goddess, fufilled her every whim, were amusing to her. They were so desperate to please her and that in mitself made her smile inwardly. They would kiss and lick her boots for hours, until they were parched and exhausted if she so much as hinted it to be her desire. In truth this was their purpose, to follow her blindly with no question. Those that questioned or rebelled faced trial, or worse if she so wished it. Those that pleased her were allowed to dwell as her pets, constantly teased and tested and of course always manipulated. Facing them off against one and other was fun, seeing which would go that extra bit further just to please her. They were hers, afterall, and she could with them whatever she saw fit.

Her passtimes required a regular resupply of fresh slaves, she lounged on her throne as a human female was brought before her. A pretty one she noted, all covered in blood, as the female was flung at the foot of the throne. She smiled, smug, as she looked down upon the sobbing slave. She simply gazed, like a predator sizing up its prey as the womans sobs became all the more hysterical.

"I have done as you commanded me my Queen. To prove my loyalty and desire to serve you i have mudered all the others as you told me to, they lie dead in the pantry."

The Queen leaned back, dropped a soft hand to run through the girls hair as she favoured the distraught slave with a smile. Her eyes were gleaming with cruel fire as she imagined this slave slaughtering every human in the pantry, it was so delightfully evil that one innocent 20 year old such as her could be so corrupted. Best of all it had been done purely for her amusement. No other purpose than that. Delicious...

"Then you have proved you love me enough to worship me."

"I hate you."

"I know you do my Slave, but you will love me and soon you will understand that nothing i ask is too much of you or unreasonable, if i demand it you will do it. Whether you like it or not is irrelevant, you exist only to please me. Be glad, very soon you will do this and enjoy every moment that you spend seeking to please me."

The slave looked up, horrified, the Queen met her gaze as a slow, sadistic smile appeared on her features. It was the kind of smile that a predator wore when it knew it's prey had no hope of escape. The kind of smile the hunter wore when it considered very carefully what to do with the hunted once it had been caught. The Queen sat back in her thrown, continued eying the slave, as her cruel and sadistic mind worked, how could she best use her new pet.

The Roleplay

The estate of the Vampire Queen is filled with horrors, countless humans are butchered and tortured here for its owners amusement. As a slave here you are nameless until your Queen bestows a name upon she sees fit. You are a lesser being, unworthy lest you can prove your desire to please your Queen. How far will you sink to prove this? What depths of depravity and darkness would you sink to to prove yourself worthy of worshipping your Queen, a Goddess? Your Queen can save or dam you upon a whim, you must prove your worth and sacrafice all before her throne, until your desire to please is all that remains. You were brought here for one of the two purposes, to be tortured and face death or gain favour and worship. Your destinty is in her hands, you must prove to her your life is worth sparing.